#THEY WANNA BEFRIEND YOU SO THEY CAN TAKE A CLOSER LOOK

[sjyuns]

🗒️ 、KISS IT BETTER BABY

playboy! jake x fem reader 762 words warning kissing genre fluff mikaela’s note this and intentions are literally the same because i love playboys

“You act as if you’re obsessed with me, Jake,” you point out, eyes playfully rolling back at him, the absolute bane of your parent’s existence, your boyfriend.

The dim lighting of the empty corridor only does justice to Jake Sim as he glows, hair slicked back in his all black suit that made him look like Lucifer himself. And it’s utterly ironic, how he tempts you like a sinner then treats you like an angel.

“I am though,” he grins, not a single hint of embarrassment evident in his voice, “sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night screaming your name.” It’s a whisper, yet it’s loud as his words resonate in your chest, sending chills down your spine.

He bends down, your back plastered against the cool marble wall of the fancy hotel that you should know the name of, yet everything is fuzzy as you come face to face with Jake. His effect on you is everlasting, just like it was when you first met him.

Out of the many rules imposed on you, one was written in bold, highlighted in fluorescent, and drilled into your mind — never ever befriend or even talk to a Sim. They’re rude and manipulative, taking every single opportunity to drain you dry for their own gains.

But you couldn’t help your weak heart, especially not when a boy like Jake Sim stood in front of you, face sculpted like a Greek god as he adored you as if you were the one that was otherworldly.

And so it started — climbing through windows unethically when the sky was a stroke of midnight blue, lies and lies that you were feeling unwell just to get pulled into an empty room to meet Jake. It was bad, very wrong, yet not a single tinge of guilt could be found in you.

“Not here,” you mutter, palms placed flat against his muscular chest. “Someone might be watching.”

He groans, “whatever, baby, let them watch.” His eyes are etched on your lips, tongue darting out swiftly before he bends down once again, “wanna show you off for once.”

Your lips are smooth, falling open at the brush of his tongue, welcoming him as his ring clad fingers grasp your hips. It’s heaven on earth, and Jake wishes that he could have you by his side every second of the day, that he could have the only privilege he had ever wanted amidst all in his life — to kiss you whenever he wanted to.

Jake doesn’t know how it happened, maybe it was curiosity or just the pure fact that you were labelled as forbidden that made the thought of you more appealing, more intoxicating, more fun. And he never expected it to be anything more than a game, but here he was, confessing that you were all he could ever think about, dream about.

“Jake,” you whine, pushing him away with great effort before glancing around to see if anyone was watching. Jake thinks he might go insane just looking at you, swollen lips and pretty face as you stare at him in slight disappointment — but how could he ever control the urge to kiss his pretty girl.

“Jake?” He cocks his head to the side, lips slightly downturned as he laments, “we’re alone right now and you’re calling me Jake? You wound me.” He holds back a cocky smirk at the way your eyes dim at the sight of his facade.

“You can always kiss it better, baby.” The playful smirk that he’s unable to hold back now showcased on his face, and it’s times like this that you find yourself cursing Jake Sim and his godly charm. He’s playing with you, and it’s painfully obvious, and you can’t seem to do anything but stare with burning red ears and cheeks.

“C’mon baby, don’t be shy, I’m all yours.” You can feel his hot breath hitting your lips, fingers caressing your waist as he pulls you closer and gives you nothing but teasing glances as he waits for you to initiate the kiss.

“We’re not supposed to do this,” you murmur, yet your actions oppose your words as you close the gap between his lips and yours, pure ecstasy as he smiles into the kiss.

Again and again, as Jake Sim pressed soft kisses on your lips, under the dim lighting of the hallway, just a few metres away from your parents. But he thinks it doesn’t matter what the consequences might be, he’d be fine as long as you were there to kiss it better.

© SJYUNS

#prada jake has me on chokehold #⪩⪨ mikaela's #enhypen #enhypen drabbles #enhypen fluff #enhypen soft hours #enhypen x reader #enhypen headcanons #enhypen oneshots #kpop fluff #enhypen imagines #enhypen jake imagines #jake x reader #jake imagines #jake fluff #enhypen jake #enhypen jake x reader #jake x you #enhypen x you #enhypen x female reader #jake scenarios

[yxami]

Yandere jock with a super sweet, nerd/geek darling? Like, after they become friends, invited Yandere jock to movie nights with them? Just binge watching their latest obsessed show or movie series with them? I feel like spending hours alone with their darling isn’t something he’s going to pass up.

Yandere jock would daydream in all of his classes after you asked him to come over for a movie night. He’d accidentally ignore his friends questions and sit there dazed with the thought of being in your house.

He’d run over to your last class to pick you up, even asking his teacher if he could leave 5 minutes early so when he made it over to your classroom, he would already be there when the bell rang.

“Ethan! You’re already here?” You looked surprised to see his big frame right in the hallway that was filled with people.

“Yup! Let’s go now. I’m so excited to see the movie” He grabbed your hand and started guiding you through the crowd. “What if I sleep over even after the movie?”

“You wanna stay even after?” You looked up at him now that the two of you were in the students parking lot. He knew where his car was so you were just following him.

“Yeah! So then we could have a sleepover y’know? If not then it’s fine, I’m not gonna die or anything” He was going to die if you rejected him. He’d wanted to spend more time with you, he was being greedy but he really liked you.

He liked you enough to watch over you during lunch while his jockey friends got excited about uninteresting things like cheerleaders or some girl they’re talking to. He was originally the same, breaking girls hearts when they didn’t interest him but now he was obsessed you.

Maybe a little too obsessed if he was befriending you, making sure you got home safe everyday, buying you things when you slightly hinted at liking something, and doing anything that would please you. A little stalking here and there too but nobody had to know that part!

“Sure, It’s the weekend so you can stick around for a little while longer” You opened his car door, hopping in like a regular passenger. He couldn’t hold his happiness and had a big dumb smile on his face.

It must’ve been the speeding that got the two of you home so quick or the sheer excitement that was held behind the wheel, either way the two of you made it to your house quickly and you were already setting up the snacks.

He was busy getting the couch comfy and you were taking out popcorn from the microwave, dumping it into a huge bowl. He made sure to steal the comfiest pillows off your bed as you requested. After he was done he helped pour two glasses of juice and brought them to the couch.

You sat down, placing the huge bowl of popcorn on the table while you got comfortable. It was a little chilly so it was the perfect temperature to unintentionally snuggle against Ethan. If it weren’t for the movie playing he’d truly believe you could hear his heart beating out of his chest.

While you were rambling about the movie he could feel your arm wrap around his, you were so close to him he didn’t believe he could handle it anymore. Until you distracted him by pointing out a theory. He probably would’ve died by the sheer embarrassment if you didn’t.

“So that’s why people think she actually did it and not her” You pointed towards the characters that you were mentioning. He luckily listened to the theory while he was panicking.

“But what’s about him, don’t you think he could’ve killed her too?” He didn’t point at the screen but instead look at you expecting your response.

“Hmm, I don’t think he did it because he was at that party cheating on the other girl” You shivered feeling the cold air when you moved. He noticed and brought you closer, basically in his lap. Your cheeks reddened but you continued on.

Ethan just nodded and listened to your every word, even asking some questions wondering about the movie. It ended swiftly with all the talking that went back and worth. He was glad that he asked to stay over because time with you was precious to him.

“I don’t have a sleeping bag or anything so is the couch alright? I’ll leave you with all the pillows we brought and the blanket” You started cleaning up the table while you spoke, finding it easier to do it now than tomorrow.

“Yeah! I’m good don’t worry” He dutifully grabbed the empty glasses and placed them in the sink.

“Alright, if you need anything just knock” You thought the whole hangout was fun, you wished it went on a little while longer but maybe he would stay tomorrow morning for breakfast!

“Thanks for everything” He smiled, relishing in the fact that you were so sweet to him even with how the two of you met. “It’s no problem! I had lots of fun today” You looked up at him with a pleasant smile.

“No I mean like.. thanks for forgiving me and stuff. I wasn’t nice to you at all and you still wanted to be friends so I wanted to say thank you” He sighed finally getting it off his chest, he had been meaning to thank you for awhile now but never got the chance to bring it up.

“It just matters that you’re nice now and.. your friendship means a lot to me so I’m glad you turned out to be a good guy” You hugged him, feeling his arms wrap around you after a few moments.

“Fuck I love you” Ethan mumbled, greedily bathing in your warmth that you so kindly offered to him. He loves you so much and yet he can still feel himself falling more in love with you. He’d take his whole heart out and offer it to you on a silver platter if you asked.

“Hm? What’d you say?” You looked up at him after the two of you stopped the long embrace, his expression was soft but then hastily turned into a panicked one.

“Wha- nothing! I was just saying thanks! Anyways I’m sleepy, I’m gonna go to bed now!” He pat your head and jumped right into the comfort of the couch. You found it funny how fast he tucked himself but didn’t question it. You went to bed after that and had a lengthy dream about him, the same way he dreamed about you.

#yandere #yandere x you #yandere x y/n #male yandere #pls request #yandere imagines #yandere scenarios #gn reader #soft yandere #yandere soft #soft yan #yandere fluff #yandere with fluff #yan fluff #yandere oc #nerd reader #geek reader #gender neutral reader #yandere jock #ethanmyoc

[tinykonig]

𝔠'𝔪𝔬𝔫, 𝔲𝔰𝔢 𝔪𝔢

könig has really pretty hands... you think he deserves to know {reader has a major hand kink- don't we all-, könig has a praise kink and is absolutely obsessed with reader. this is very obviously nsfw 18+ only please and thank you ~this will also be cross-posted to ao3} intentionally lower-case

he is just so intrinsically captivating- everything about him. you never stop noticing him.

the second he walked into base, your throat ran dry when you realized the sheer size of the man. he could swallow you whole. you wanted him to.

you don't wanna say you had ulterior motives when you befriended him- you truly like the guy. he's funny and extremely sweet, and hanging around könig had other benefits. no one dared to mess with you when he was around. the usual chatter of men hitting you up or questioning your position melted into peaceful quiet and the soft sound of könig's voice.

like right now.

"did you hear me?" his voice comes from the edge of your mattress where he has perched himself, undoing the laces on his boots.

you are sitting at the chair to your desk and watching his long, strong fingers work around the dark strings to loosen them from the complicated knots. his hood was flipped back over his helmet revealing his concerned expression

your head snaps up, "no, sorry, big guy. zoned out," you respond, and you hope to god it sounds casual.

"oh, okay." he says awkwardly, pausing his movements to look at your face- slightly rosy and pupils blown- but if he notices he doesn't say anything. "i said i got something for you while i was gone."

your face brightens and you grin at him, his expression quickly mimicking your newly excited one.

he reaches into a pocket on his vest and pulls out something small, then he encases it in his large fist and holds it out in your direction.

“i actually made it,” he clarifies, chuckling at you as you begin to make grabby hands towards him, like an excited child.

you have to hold back a gasp when both of his hands wrap around your much smaller ones. it felt like pure electricity surging from his palms straight to your core.

he drops the object in your open hand and draws away, suddenly looking shy again.

it’s a tiny wooden figurine of your favorite animal. incredibly detailed and tiny and you turn in over in your hands in awe. a lump takes root in the base of your throat. könig never fails to take you by surprise with his thoughtfulness.

“könig i love it,” you whisper, not quite trusting your voice not to break at a normal volume, “it’s so fucking cute.”

“you like it?” you can hear the smile in his voice as he fully takes off his helmet and hood and sets it on your nightstand. he must have worked on taking off his boots fully along with his tac vest because they are now sitting in a neat pile beside the foot of your bed, left now in only his long sleeve black shirt and combat pants. he is visibly more relaxed now as he leans against the headboard.

“of course i do. how did you even make it? its so detailed.”

you love the proud grin that adorns his face.

“i was on night watch. cut out a chunk of wood from the windowsill, and carved using one of my knives. it took like 8 hours.”

you find an empty space on your desk and set the figurine there, shaking your head in disbelief as you turn to look at könig again.

“i accidentally cut my finger when i was carving the eyes,” he said, holding out a hand to you and showing you a superficial nick on his ring finger.

you scoot your chair closer to the bed so you can take his hand into yours and examine the tiny cut. you pout up at him and coo, “awww~ poor baby,”

and then without thinking you raised the finger to your lips and press a soft kiss to the cut. könig’s eyes are open wide and his breathing picked up considerably.

“all better now, right?” you ask teasingly, gaining confidence based off his reaction.

you carded your fingers through his and wait for his response. he surrenders his other hand into your lap as well, almost like he was in a trance

“yes,” he answers breathily.

you hum in response, still toying with the hand you hold in your possession. his hands were warm, you trace some of the scars that litter on his knuckles.

“sorry,” you mumble out the apology, “your hands are just really pretty.” you feel a little embarrassed, but not enough to let go of his hands.

könig makes a noise like he was stifling a cough and shakes his head, “ don’t apologize.” it sounds like a plead, and he makes no moves to remove his hands from your possession.

you make eye contact and recognize the want that pools in his light eyes. you are sure he sees it mirrored in yours as well. it gives you the courage to continue on the precarious path you found yourself walking.

“very pretty hands,” you murmur, “and they are so big,” holding his hand up to yours to display the ridiculous difference in size. he groans ever so lightly, his eyes now hooded under your gaze.

you knew he would never make the first move. it had to be you, and it had to be now.

“i think about your hands a lot, könig.”

your confession hangs in the air like a raincloud before a storm. filled with the promise of something more.

“tell me,” he whimpers lightly, tightening his grip on your hands for the first time this entire time you were holding them.

this is gonna be fun, you thought, grinning while you maneuvered yourself to sit on top of his thighs. you see his adam’s apple bop as he gulps in surprise.

you are still toying with his hands when you glance up at his eyes, “i think about how they would feel when they touch me,” you whisper, knowing he could hear you. he is hanging on to every word.

“touch you…” he breathes in deep, “where?”

you bring his hands under your loose t-shirt and rest them on the bare skin of your waist, keeping your hands on top of his- like you were scared he would move if you didn’t.

“here, for starters,” you respond, and you laugh a little when he presses his fingers into your skin there harder.

“are you ticklish?” he asks, smiling softly.

“just a bit,” you say, moving your hands to bring your shirt up over your head and you throw it on the floor next to the bed, messily in contrast to his perfectly folded pile of gear.

he is trying not to stare, and he is failing miserably. his hands seem to move of their own accord as they trail up your body to your bra-covered breasts.

“mmm,” you hum contentedly, “yes, i think about them touching there too,” reaching up to gently rake your fingers through his slightly shaggy hair. “although im not usually wearing this when i imagine it.”

“can i take it off?” he asks, doe eyes looking to yours for explicit permission.

now you stroke his cheekbone, along a very faint and fading scar. you grant him a nod.

quicker than you expected, he was sliding the straps down your arms and the back was unhooked. you were suddenly feeling extremely exposed, given he was still fully dressed. you tug twice on the front of his own shirt and he pauses his movements on your body to reach for his own shirt.

his torso is so long and sculpted, littered with raised pink scars, a few deeper white ones too that had healed for longer. the freckles on his face continued down his chest and arms you note, extremely pleased with that fact. he was so, so pretty. you wonder if he knows.

while you admire him, he raises his hands back to your now bare breasts and softly cups them. his touch is so gentle, and you can see in his eyes an expression of pure awe and trust.

tentatively you arch into his touch, just to have him press into your skin more. he comes out of his trance and desperation starts to take over. he tweaks a nipple between his two fingers and you moan at the unexpectedness of the action.

“that feels good, könig,” you whimper out, and he does it again. it’s so lovely to see him gain confidence from your words and your reactions. you decide to test something else out, “thats my good boy.”

the reaction is immediate. one of his arms moves to hook around your middle and pull you fully flush to his hips. you gasp at the feeling of him hot and hard under your clothed center.

“can i put my mouth on you?” he asks, and his voice still sounds so innocent and unsure but theres a hint of need creeping in as well.

“you can do anything you want,” you answer, loosing all composure and control you previously had.

he keeps his one hand on your waist, the other playing with your nipple. he brings his mouth to the other one, and you throw your head back and groan at how warm and wet it feels. he gently rolls his tongue around the nipple, biting lightly every few seconds. you’ve never felt so close to cumming from nipple play before, but with könig? everything was heightened.

you grip his hair harder and pull his mouth off you, looking into his eyes and breathily saying, “i haven’t told you where i think about your hands being the most.”

he groans. it’s a sinfully wonderful little noise.

“please,” he chokes out, “please, please tell me,”

you conjure up all the confidence left in your body under his gaze, and stand up and unbutton your pants. his eyes are heavy on your body as you slide them down your legs, and it’s like he cant help himself when he reaches out and runs his hands up and down one of your thighs.

“so soft,” he says, in complete reverence.

you almost feel bad for him when you see how painfully hard he is in his pants. you wonder for a second if his hands were so big, how big could he be there, too…

before sitting back down in his lap, you reach for his own pants to let him know that you wanted those off as well. he obeys you so easily, so eagerly.

he almost looks like he’s been hypnotized when you take your seat back on his lap, less barriers separating you two now. you are sure he can feel how wet you are, its soaked through your thin panties.

he just whimpers, and waits. waiting for you to tell him, like he so kindly asked you to.

so you do.

you grab one of his hands again, and he watches intently as you bring two of his long, thick fingers into your mouth. his jaw goes slack as you slide your tongue over his digits, coating them with your saliva. he lightly thrusts up, like he can’t control himself but he’s trying.

you hum again and release his fingers from your mouth and guide them down to your heat hovering over his clothed dick.

when he slipped past the band of your panties, he broke free of his trance. feeling your wet, throbbing pussy broke something in him and he was on a mission to make you feel as good as he possibly can. he slid his fingers back and forth over your clit and drank in your moans as his kissed you for the first time.

you whisper praises against his mouth, telling him how good he was doing. “better than i could have ever imagined,” you manage to breath out as he strokes you towards your orgasm just by massaging your clit.

every word you said went straight to his core, and it was a need- an absolutely feral need- to feel you cum on his hand.

“inside me,” you moan out, “please, put them inside me.”

his chest and face are burning red with want, and you start to feel bad that you’re the only one being pleasured as he slips two fingers into your pussy. through a bubbling moan in your chest you manage to ask him, “can i touch you, too?”

he looks at you like you just gave him his own personal star from the sky, “god, please” he says, his accent growing even thicker in want.

you pull him out of his boxers and gasp. if you thought his hands were big- this was just unfair. his cock stands tall against his stomach, pale pink and leaking. he is the most beautiful man in your universe, and you tell him.

he moans at your words and bucks his hips into the air. having mercy on him you wrap your hand around him. he rewards you by stroking the spongy part inside you with his two fingers. you start to roll your hips into his hand, and that spurs him on even further.

“c’mon, use me,” he mutters into your ear, “use my hand to make yourself cum. please, i need it so bad.”

you were already embarrassingly close, and his desperate words brought your orgasm crashing over you. your hand strokes his harder and you vaguely register his free hand grabbing your throat to pull your forehead to rest against his as he cums all over your hand and his stomach. you ride out your release on his hand until you can’t take it anymore and stop your movements.

the only sound in the room is heavy breathing. you whine as he removes his hand from you, which makes him chuckle a little. you open your eyes to meet his and he looks so blissful.

you smile back at him tiredly, “later, i’ll have to tell you about how i think about your mouth,” and he laughs his regular, loud laugh that you love. he pulls you into his chest to lay down fully.

“yes, i think you should.” he agrees.

#call of duty #call of duty modern warfare 2 #könig #könig x reader #konig #konig x reader #this is. bad im sorry i hyped it up

[chatsukimi]

STREETRACER!TOJI x WEALTHY!READER ('my mother's blind in one eye and she can drift better than that') ⤷ genre: sfw, fluff ⤷ tropes: reader's bf is a btch, passengerprincess!reader, trustfund!toji, caring!toji, highschool!toji, jealous!toji ⤷ series (jjk men as athletes)

STREETRACER!TOJI who skips school to street-race. you've had an eye on him ever since testing reaction times in Physical Education class, introducing him to drift back in sophomore year. he was a natural.

STREETRACER!TOJI whose life revolves around the illegal sport, catching on so swiftly soon you buy him his first car. you tell him he gets to keep it if he can win in the races.

you're half convinced he'll call you one day to tell you your baby's on fire... literal fire. but he never does- it seems he respects the trust you put in him. and he wins on your bets, so you don't question it.

STREETRACER!TOJI who's always pawing for your colourful gambling tickets (his name purchased first) and you're always removing them from his sight: beggars can't be choosers.

whatever. he never wanted to befriend the rich kid anyways.

STREETRACER!TOJI who tells you to go away right before the competition when you come to check up on him. 'you're distracting me. where's your prissy prince?' when you look at your boyfriend in the stands, he scoffs.

STREETRACER!TOJI who narrows his eyes as your boyfriend slides into the driver's seat of the car you gave him, the car with which he won the race, and begins to drive around like a little kid. no technique whatsoever. he is suddenly reminded of a scene from the movie Tokyo Drift you once forced him to watch at the beginning of showing him cars: 'my mother's blind in one eye and she can drift better than that.'

well isn’t that the perfect descriptor for your boyfriend.

STREETRACER!TOJI who doesn't speak to you for a week after he notices a scratch on the car. he's in cold disbelief. one, that you would ever let an idiot close to a fine car like that. two, that you would trust that idiot to lead you around in a relationship.

i mean, seriously, how can a guy who parks for fifteen minutes and still crosses the line pick out what you want as a gift? how can a loser ever make you happy? he'll drive you carsick. toji's not sure how you haven't gotten so already.

STREETRACER!TOJI whose heart definitely does not flutter when he sees the dinner you’ve eft beside the vehicle after a race. you've left a note too: i know you're mad about the scratch, but congrats on the win. you drove really well. i've left a share of the cash in the centre console.

when he shows up in class the next day, he doesn't return your smile. instead, he stalks all the way up to your desk, silencing the rest of the class as he drags a chair to sit down next to you.

'i thought you didn't wanna associate with me at school?'

he shrugs. 'changed my mind.'

STREETRACER!TOJI who, when your boyfriend ditches last minute from taking you back to your countryside townhouse, shows up within ten minutes of you calling him up. he arrives. running.

you start to wonder if you should've introduced him to track and field and made a new Olympic gold medallist instead.

STREETRACER!TOJI who observes the v12 aston martin, cocking his head to the side.

you admit quietly, 'i... don't know how to drive' and he sighs, pushes you to the side, enters the driver's seat, then looks at you with an impatient stare.

'what are you waiting for? get in.'

you hastily enter the passenger seat, trying to unglue your gaze from the thickness of his arm around your steering wheel, the ease of his large stature adjusting the seat to fit, exhaling slightly when it works.

'trust fund baby,' you hear him mutter.

'hey!' you speak before you realise it. 'you're also my trust fund baby.'

his eyebrows shoot up, dark stare piercing the side of your face. what did you say? you bite your lip and prays for the seat to swallow you up. why did you say that? you feel him shift in his seat, inching closer until both his hands cage your smaller frame.

'say that again..'

STREETRACER!TOJI who drives you home all night, no breaks. you listen to music and watch the stars above the dark countryside trundling past. as the scene becomes monotonous, your eyelids slowly droops close.

toji notices, immediately speeding down by the side of the highway. he walks around the side of the car, opens the door, removes his leather jacket and gently places it over your sleeping figure. his breath almost hitches when you stir.

a tiny voice in his head yelps, whipped.

it's not even his own jacket. you bought him it as celebration for his first victory and he hasn't gone a week without it since.

STREETRACER!TOJI who carefully withdraws your phone from your pocket at the end of the trip, pressing a couple digits, raising it to his ear to leave a voicemail.

'hey,' he says, 'you're the guy who can't drive, right?' any sane person knows to never insult a guy's driving skills. toji pats the hood of the car as he speaks. guess he’s not so sane then. 'now i gotta say, i'm just looking out for you, yeah? stay away from my girl. she too expensive for you.'

STREETRACER!TOJI who dreams of a day he spoils you. a day when your bets on him come to fruition, when he can say with full certainty, 'bet on me, baby. put all your trust on me'

(extra: 'did you compare me to a car??' you listen to the voicemail toji sent to your ex. toji winces. 'had to get the point across. he can't be crashing and burning shit he didn't pay insurance for.' you cross your arms. 'and how are you sure you won't drive this thing off a cliff?' 'oh baby, cause i tokyo drift')

#toji x reader #toji x you #toji fushiguro #toji fluff #jjk #jjk fluff #jujutsu kaisen x you #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen fluff

[spidersbabymamaoffical]

Cloud 9

Aged up!Spider x Fem!Human!Reader

Word | 2.0k

Warnings: NSFW(Duh), AFAB genitalia, Fingering, High Sex, Unprotected PinV, slight choking, slight cock warming, creampie

MDNI banner: @benkeibear

Divider: @cafekitsune

Being friends with healers always had perks. So when a clique of metkayina healers wanted to befriend you, you couldn’t turn down the opportunity. You were hanging out in the metal container you and spider called home on the island.  “Dude, this stuff is crazy.”

 he said, a goofy smile across his face as he laid himself back on the blanket you placed on the old tile floor. One of your friends managed to snatch some herbs from the medical tent and you and the spider decided to roll those suckers up and get high. You giggle loudly, a familiar blaze clouding your mind. “Why do you have that goofy ass smile on your face?” 

Spider looked at you, his eyes glazed over from the smoke. He couldn't help but find your laughter contagious, a smile widening on his face. "Hey, can't help it. This stuff just makes everything feel...funnier, you know?" He chuckled, his voice slightly husky. "But I gotta say, you've got a pretty cute laugh yourself. It's like music to my ears." You turn onto your side blowing smoke into his face. “Dude, you’re so full of shit.” You laugh. Spider's heart skipped a beat as you leaned over him, your body close to his. He couldn't help but notice the way your curves accentuate your figure, and a mischievous thought crossed his mind.

 "Full of shit, huh? Well, maybe I am. But hey, I can think of something you wanna be full of...." He smirked, his voice low and suggestive, his eyes locked with yours. “Oh, why don’t you show me~” You tease, taking another puff of the sweet herbs. Spider's eyes sparkled with mischief as he caught your teasing tone. With a sly grin, he slowly crawled closer to you, his body hovering just inches away from yours. He took the joint from your hand, bringing it to his lips and inhaling deeply before leaning down connecting your lips before blowing the smoke in your mouth. You gasp and grip his shoulders as the taste of the herbs transfers from his tongue to yours. Spider could feel the electricity in the air as your lips met, your grip on his shoulders sending shivers down his spine. He deepened the kiss, his tongue gently intertwining with yours, the taste of the herbs lingering between you. As the smoke filled your mouth, he could feel the intensity building between you.

Pulling away slightly, he smirked, his voice husky. "You like that, huh? Just a little taste of what I can offer." You pull him down to meet your lips “Just shut up~” Spider hands grip your waist as you deepen the kiss wrapping your arms around his neck. Spider's heart raced as you pulled him closer, your lips melding together in a passionate kiss. He could feel the heat radiating between your bodies. As the kiss continued, he couldn't help but let out a low moan, his desires intertwining with the haze of the herbs. 

You spread your legs allowing him to rest in between them. Spider's eyes widened slightly as he felt the subtle movement of your hips, aligning with his own. His body responded instinctively to the sensation, his bulge growing more pronounced against you. He let out a low growl, the sound muffled by the intensity of the kiss. His hands moved to grip your hips, his fingers digging into your flesh as he pressed himself closer to you. Chills run down your body as spider's hands run under your shirt. Spider's touch sent shivers down your spine as his hands slipped under your shirt, his fingers trailing along your skin. He felt the softness of your curves, his touch gentle yet filled with desire. His eyes darkened with lust as he slowly pulled your shirt higher, exposing your chest to his hungry gaze.

He leaned in, his lips brushing against the bare skin of your chest, his breath hot against your skin. "You're so beautiful," he murmured, his voice filled with longing. Your body shudders as the spider begins to kiss your breasts, biting and marking them. “F-Fuck~” You sigh. Your hands reach down and begin fiddling with the waistband of his loincloth. Spider's lips moved eagerly across your breasts, his teeth grazing your skin, leaving marks in their wake. His actions were filled with a mixture of passion and restraint, his desire for you palpable. His body quivered with need, but he couldn't help but tease you a little. "You want it, don't you? You want to feel me?" he whispered, his voice husky and filled with desire. “Yes, fuck spider~ please~” You whine, eye brows furrowing in frustration as you struggle to take his loincloth off. Spider's breath hitched at the sound of your plea, your desire echoing in his ears. With a mischievous smirk, he reached down, helping you in removing his loincloth, freeing his throbbing arousal. His eyes locked with yours, filled with a mix of lust and adoration. He slowly slips your bottoms off as you shed your top. You shiver feeling the air against your wet folds. Spider watched your reaction intently, his fingers teasing your entrance, feeling your wetness against his touch. He relished in the way you squirmed beneath him, your desire evident in every movement.

He leaned in, capturing your lips in a searing kiss, his fingers slipping inside you, slowly exploring your depths. His touch was confident and skilled, aiming to bring you pleasure and push you closer to the edge. “F-Fuck spider~” you whine against his lips. Spider's fingers curled inside you, hitting that sweet spot that made your body tremble with pleasure. He groaned against your lips at the sound of your moans, his own desire growing with each passing moment. His thumb continued to circle your clit, adding another layer of stimulation. He broke the kiss, his voice husky with desire. "You like that, don't you? You want more, baby?" He whispered, his hot breath fanning against your ear as he continued his tantalizing ministrations. You nod your head, unable to speak with the mixture of pleasure and the herbs fogging your mind. Spider smiled, his voice low and seductive as he continued to pleasure you. "Good girl. Just relax and let me take care of you." His fingers moved faster, his touch becoming more demanding.

His lips trailed down your neck, leaving a trail of hot kisses and gentle bites. He could feel the tension building in your body, your moans growing louder with each passing moment. “Spider~!” You whine before the spider rips his fingers out of you. “What the fuc-“ You gasp as you feel spiders tip teasingly pressing into your entrance. Spider's eyes burned with desire as he positioned himself at your entrance, his tip teasingly pressing against you. He could feel the tightness of your walls, the anticipation hanging in the air. With a low growl, he slowly pushed himself inside you, inch by inch, savoring the feeling of your velvety warmth enveloping him. 

He groaned in pleasure as he filled you completely, stopping and enjoying the view of your flushed body. “stop staring…” You whine covering your face. Spider chuckles at your sudden embarrassment. “I can't, you're so pretty like this” Spider's chuckle deepened as he watched your adorable display of shyness, your hands covering your face. He couldn't resist teasing you a little more, his voice filled with playful seduction. “Let me look at you baby" He gently pulled your hands away, his eyes locked with yours, filled with both desire and affection as he pins your hands above your head. “Fuck~ I could come just from looking at you." He growls causing you to clench around him. Spider's eyes widened in surprise at your reaction, a low groan escaping his lips.  His smirk grew wider, a mixture of pleasure and satisfaction evident on his face. "Hmm, you like that? Like when I tell my girl how pretty she is?” he teased, his voice filled with a husky edge.

He began to move his hips, setting a rhythm as he thrust into you, the sensations building with each deep stroke. He relished in the way your body responded to him, the way you tightened around him, the breathy moans you let out. You can’t contain your moans as spider thrusts into you. He picks up the pace the more you clench around him. He has one hand tightly gripping your waist, the other keeping your hands pinned above your head. You avoid looking at him as you let out embarrassingly loud moans. Spider lets go of your wrists, his hand trailing up your neck and grabbing the base of your jaw applying pressure to your throat forcing you to look at him “keep those pretty eyes on me…” he groans. Spider's dominant hold on you sent waves of pleasure coursing through your body, intensifying the sensations. Your eyes locked with his intense gaze. The pressure on your throat adds an exhilarating edge to your pleasure. Your moans grew louder, the sound filling the room, as you obediently kept your eyes on him.

His thrusts became more forceful, his hips slamming against yours, the rhythm building towards an explosive climax. The air was filled with the sound of skin slapping against skin, your moans mingling with his grunts of pleasure. “Faster—ah shit—harder…” You moan as you wrap your legs around his waist. Your mind was going completely numb, The combination of the intoxicating high and the raw pleasure overwhelmed your senses, sending you spiraling towards an explosive climax. Spider's lust-filled eyes burned with desire as he listened to your pleas, feeling the urgency in your voice. He quickened his pace, his thrusts becoming faster and harder, meeting your demands. As the intensity built, Spider's grip on your throat tightened just a little more, heightening the pleasure coursing through your body. His own moans mingled with yours, the two of you lost in a haze of ecstasy. “God~ Fuck, Spider…!” You whine, your legs shaking as your climax approaches. You back arching off the floor and your body shudders. Spider cures under his breath as your walls tightened around him as you came. Spider's own pleasure peaked as he felt your walls tighten around him, your body trembling in the throes of orgasm. He groaned deeply, his hips thrusting relentlessly as he chased his own release.

Feeling the waves of your climax wash over you, he couldn't hold back any longer. With a final, powerful thrust, he spilled his release inside you, his body trembling with the force of his orgasm.

Both of you lay there, panting and spent, the room filled with the heavy scent of sex and the lingering haze of pleasure.  Your legs were still shaking as you caught your breath, spider buries his face into your neck and rubbed circles into your sides. Spider nuzzled against your neck, his breath warm against your skin as he continued to rub soothing circles into your sides. He held you close, his body pressed against yours, basking in the afterglow of your passionate encounter. His voice was soft and filled with tenderness as he spoke. "You okay, baby?”

“Yeah, you did so so good…” You say, your hand tangling into his locs. You unravel your legs from around his waist. Spider didn’t move from between your legs causing you to chuckle. “You plan on pulling out?” Spider didn’t say anything but you felt him shake his head in response. Spider chuckled softly, his voice filled with a hint of mischief. "Well, I figured I might as well stay right where I am. After all, I wouldn't want you to feel lonely down there." He nuzzled closer to you, his lips brushing against your neck. You giggle softly, looking to the side. “Damnit Spider, you let my joint burn out.” You say slapping the back of his head playfully. Spider chuckled, lifting his head from your neck to look at you with a playful grin. "Guess I got a little distracted, didn't I? But hey, I think I can come up with something even better to keep us occupied." He bites your neck before spreading your legs. 

“I'm not done with you yet…”

@pandoraslxna I did it babe ✨💕

#spider socorro smut #spider socorro x reader #miles spider Socorro x reader #spider soccoro x reader #spider x reader #spider socorro x you #spider Socorro x y/n #avatar the way of water #avatar the way of water x reader #atwow #atwow smut #smut

[wifey-ohara]

I wanna see Hobie with a motherly figure!!!!

Reader who knows when something's wrong and is the one to ultimately get him to break down and tell them what's wrong. Just taking care of him.

I am requesting an emotionally angsty fic. Kind of based on the vibe of the last part of Mama's Boy by Dominic Fike.

TLDR; Stoic Hobie broken down by Reader's kind words and caring demeanor

🥺🥺

Not(?) my mother

Closed off!Hobie&motherly figure!Reader

Notes: mama bear reader, very patient reader, mean hobie, fem reader, platonic,lots of timeskips, behavior improvement, i like writing platonic hobie sm that's why I'm positioning miguel requests I'm sorry, i couldn't decide if i do hc or a fic so here's both! Not proof read

💙when hobie got dragged to spider society, he didn't like it

🩵his life was already a mess, being a spider(and keeping it a secret) , in a band, his living conditions, he didn't need for more people to order him around and making him filling up report after every mission (miguel), he already had enough

💙so he was so very rude to everyone, which made people avoid hin and rank him with miguel in "people to not talk to" list

🩵except you, you were one of the older members in the spider society(in age and in how long you've been working), and saw right through him

💙so you just tried getting closer to him, which got weird looks from others, but you didn't care

🩵he'd be rude and push you away, but you sticked to your goal and kept trying to get closer to him

💙seeing you so determined and kind to him, made him a little softer towards you

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~"hey hobie! " you walked towards his table, two lunch plates in hand

His narrowed eyes snapped to you, frowning even more "what do you want?!"

You smiled "i want to have lunch with you" you passed him his plate and set yours down

"whatever" he rolled his eyes getting up and leaving.

Sighing, you watched him leave.

"you know he's not gonna befriend you, right?" peter said, plate in hand as he sat down beside you

"he'll open up eventually" you replied, popping some of your food in your mouth

"if you say so" he shook his head

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"choose you partner and then you're free to go on the mission, be quick" miguel told you

"got it boss!" you said turning on your heel and leaving his office hearing the door closing behind you as you tapped on you watch, calling hobie

He picked up at on the seventh ring, his face appearing on the screen, snarling at you

"what you want!?" he snapped

You smiled "i have a two people mission, come on quickly! Or miguel is gonna have my head" you laughed

"why me?!" he argued, eyebrows forrowing even more

"because you're one of the best i know, and i like how you fight" you reasoned

Even if you saw his eyes widening a bit, you pretended you didn't

His frown relaxed into a grumpy look "fine" he grumbled, standing up

The line was cut after, and you almost jumped in giddiness at him agreeing to your ask.

' progress!' You thought as you walked to the gate of HQ

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"Hobie! I'm going to cafe across the street, want something? "

His eyes snapped from his guitar into you, clearly taken aback by the the question

"what?- um- just-" He sputtered,then took a deep breath "just get me whatever you're getting" he answered, looking away

"ok! See ya!"

He pretended that the constant checking for time was because he wanted his drink and not so he can spot if you stayed for too long and were in danger

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You were sitting reading your book when hobie flobbed himself down beside you with his headphones on his ears, and he put his, rather old music listening device on the table

"hi" you said, eyes moving to study the device

You opened your mouth to ask about ot whem you saw hobie eyeing you with a glare that screamed "comment on it, i dare you"

You sealed your lips together and held in a lil giggle

You told him your favorite song after some time

And pretended to forget that you did so when you heard him humming it and he said "everyone knows it"

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"Look!" you yelled to hobie, a kitten on hand

You two were done with a mission and just helping civilians around when you found a little, fluffy, gray kitten and decided to show hobie

He turned his head where you were and saw the cute fluff ball you were holding

He gave it a little thought but then came to you, getting on eye level with the cat and gave it a few pets and then

He checked

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🩵that's how you n hobie became friends- sorta

💙it was a very slow process, but thats fine

🩵you were older than him so it kinda became a mother/son relationship, you loved it

💙Slowly but surely he'd start the conversation, he'll sit beside you instead of leaning on the wall in the far back in meetings, he'd share his music with you, maybe play you your favorite songs on his guitar

🩵but he'd always is stressed, and never talks about his feelings

💙you'd always tell him that you're here for him and that he can tell you anything, he never does tho

🩵until one night when you heard knocking on your door

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You opened the door confused on how did the pizza come so fast

"this have to be a rec-Hobie! What happened?!" you asked worried

He was a mess, his body shaking with silent sobs, tears a waterfall from his as he looked down

"i don't have anyone else to go to" he mumbled, trying to keep his sobs quiet..

"oh my god come here" you reached out dragging him into you, one arm embracing him, the other following suit after shutting the door

His hand shot to your shirt, grabbing it for dear life, burrying his face in your chest

"Do you want to talk about it? " you asked

He nodded, another sob making his body shake

"alright, let's go to the couch then" you adviced, pulling him gently to the sofa, he let you do that with ease, he never did that, there has to be atleast some resistance from him, it worried you even more

And he did, he told everything, how he was basically homeless if not for the little boat he lives in, how his life is getting too busy with the spider society, his band, him being a spider and how he can't draw a line to it how it all blurred together and it's making his head hurt

He cried and sobbed and your shoulder, and you let him, you held him and patted his back

you ignored the pizza delivery when it arrived because he was half asleep in your hold

You slept ob the couch that night, giving him your bed

He made you breakfast the next morning, as a thank you he said, but you told him that there's nothing to be thankful for, Hugging him once more

And if he didn't notice, you teared up when he said "thanks, mom" when he broke the hug to go back to cooking..

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💙needless to say that you had a talk during breakfast, giving him solutions for his problems, one of which was to move in with you, he obviously refused at first, but you were determined, he gave up and told you that he'd think about it

🩵you had a talk with miguel and you told him that hobie isn't reporting after missions, which almost turned into an argument if not for you leveling him with a glare and telling him that if you found out that he didn't tell hobie to stop writing reports, you'd deal with him your way, that made miguel quiet and agree.

💙just as you are protective of hobie, hobie is protective of you, he beat up some spider person just because he heard them talking shit about you

He did move in with you, but kept tip-toeing around the house, to which you had a serious talk to about how he was welcome over cookies.

🩵he's called mom by mistake lots now, he doesn't notice often, but when he does and tries to apologize you'd have none of it

💙he'd start to open up to other too, which scared them but they got used to it with time and he made friends, and you werd so happy and proud of him

🩵you attend all his concerts now, which used to worry him, because they weren't the most family friendly places to be, but you didnt mind, and actually supported him every step of the way

This turned out way longer then planned but i loved writing it sm, next is probably going to be a miguel request (of i don't get distracted by hobie again)

#spider man: across the spider verse #hobie brown x reader #atsv hobie #hobie spiderverse #hobie x reader #hobie brown #platonic

[luimagines]

I’m back again :)

Reader finds bunny Legend in the forest, I don’t know what he’s doing there or why he’s a bunny — brain cells are for history homework tonight, but they decide to attempt to befriend the cute pink rabbit. Legend just lets them (because he has a crush and doesn’t wanna admit that he likes them petting him).

Reader notices he’s slightly injured, small cut on the paw, it is bleeding a bit though, and very gently picks him up and takes him to camp. Because obviously the little bunny needs at least some bandages, can’t have it getting infected now can we?

And Legend is dying of embarrassment and maybe gets picked on later by Sky and Twilight.

- Glitter ✨

Bun bun. Let's gooooo!!!!

Masterlist

Content under the cut!

You weren’t intending on find anything in particular when you told the group that you were going to break off for a moment.

Between wanting some space and deciding to look around the area seem like a good idea at the time. You could defend yourself well and Wolfie hadn’t come back yet but Twilight did, and he said the place was clear. You could only assume that Wolfie was just hunting for a moment and will be back when he’s had his fill once more.

You were still on guard even when you just wanted to relax. The rustling in the bushes nearly got you to hack the poor plant in half before a something jumped out from it.

You paused.

The little creature didn’t seem to notice you. He rubbed his paws and rubbed his face and it was the cutest thing you swore you ever saw. You put your weapon away and watched the little bunny. Strange though, he was pink... and clothed.

“Aww.” The sound left you before you could stop it.

The bunny froze and looked up at you. You froze as well and stared back.

His little mouth opened. You crouched down and held your hand out. You never had such luck with bunnies but he looked so soft and sweet. You wondered if you could get him to come to you.

Hesitantly, he did!

He crawled forward and sniffed your hand. You tried to remain calm and confident. You didn’t want to scare his off now. Gently and slowly, you moved your fingers out. You managed to get a gentle sweep across his forehead before he placed his little bunny face into the palm of your hand.

You grinned and got onto to your knees to meet his height. “Oh aren’t you the sweetest little thing!”

You continued to pet him now that you’re sure that you’ve gotten permission. Enjoying your time with the soft fur, you tried to get closer. With enough patience, even if you’re not sure how you managed it, you got the bunny into your arms and begin to run your hands along his body.

“Oh I think I love you.” You coo. “Won’t you come home with me? You can live at my house where I’ll take good care of you and love on you every moment I can.”

You giggle and experiment with his paws. Surprisingly, he lets you grab them. Gently, of course. Until you brush over the pads on his front paw and he jerks. You freeze and apologize instantly.

But that’s a cause for concern.

“Sorry, buddy. Let me just get a look at this, ok?” You whisper, trying to keep the poor thing calm. You can feel his heart beating radically against your chest. He’s scared. Poor thing. He must think you’re going to hurt him.

You whine and pick up the paw, careful not to touch the same spot as before. You see it just he rips it back to himself. A small cut, blooming with red that nearly goes hidden against the pink fur that surrounds it.

You gasp. “Oh you’re hurt! Ohh...Oh no... Ok, buddy. Let’s see if we can fix you up.”

You carry him in your arms and stand. Trying to keep him as calm and comfortable as possible, you don’t look up to see the faces of the boys around you as you regroup with them.

“What happened?” Wind asks as you begin to rifle through the medical bag. “Where did you find him?”

“I ran into him while I was exploring.” You explain, taking out the gauze and disinfectant with one hand as you speak. “He has a cut on his paw. I’m going to take care of it the best I can. Rabbits can have a lot of things go wrong so I want to give him his best chance.”

The rabbit squirms a bit in your hold but you hold on tighter. “I know buddy, I know. You won’t like this. But I’ll be fast and then you can go on your merry way just like before.”

“Can I pet it?” Wind asks quietly.

You pause and hum. “Maybe not. I don’t want to make things too stressful for little guy. He’s surprisingly well behaved though. the rabbits back home would have never let me do this. So I want to be quick.”

“And what do we have here?” Time says to your left, having also come back from wherever he went to.

“A bunny.” You reply as you dab the little spot on his paw. As expected, the bunny squirms in your hold but doesn’t actively try to leave. Weird, you think. But maybe he knows you’re trying to help him.

Something clicks in your head then. “Time, can I keep him?”

Twilight, who was watching this entire time, starts choking on his drink. He starts to laugh but it only send the liquid flying through his nose. It looks painful and he reacts as such.

Time looks at you, ignoring his descendent. He crosses and his arms and raises an eyebrow. He looks amused. “I don’t think so.”

“Please?” You ask again. “Please? Please? I’ll look after him! look at how cute he is! How can you say no that that face!”

The rabbit for his part bends his ears back and pins them down. He tries to burrow down into the side of your arm where it would successfully hide his face from the view of others.

“Wild has Wolfie!” You try to defend before Time can respond to your earlier pleas. “How is that any different?”

“Wolfie can come and go as he pleases.” Twilight smirks, more amused than you think is necessary for this. “Can this bunny do that? I don’t think that’s what you’re asking.”

“Stay out of this Twilight. I’m not asking you.” You stick your tongue out and glare at him. You turn on your best puppy eyes and look at Time. “He’s hurt too! We can let an innocent creature go out while he’s hurt! It could get worse!”

Sky snorts and you turn to him but he’s not looking at you. Weird, you think again. That’s a strange reaction.

Before anyone else can talk, the rabbit leaps from your arms and dashes away into the woods. You cry out and jump to your feet but he’s gone before you can take a step. “Twilight, I blame you.”

“Wha- What did I do!?”

“I don’t know but it’s your fault.” You stomp your feet.

Time laughs and pats your shoulders. “It’s ok. I doubt he would have been able to stay for long regardless.”

You pout but have to agree with him on the basic fundamentals. Sky gets up as well and walks calmly into the forest in the direction of the bunny. 

“I’ll be back.” He says, taking the Master Sword with him. Twilight follows and Time allows it.

You huff and puff and really are just trying to deal with your disappointment in anyway that doesn’t actually end in tears. It’s dumb and you know it but you think you fell in love with he little guy despite only being near him for ten minutes tops.

“Hey guys...” Legend comes back. He had left before you did and he’s all red in the face now. He raises his hand in greeting and you gasp.

He has a slice down his palm. Another person injured today.

“Legend!” You cry out and run to him. “What one earth happened? Does it hurt? Come here! Before it gets infected.”

You pull him over and down, not to dissimilar to how you yourself were sitting on seconds prior. Legend’s face gets a bit pinker but you blame it on the fact that he caught red handed. Literally.

You just thank the stars that you already had to tools out.

“Honestly Legend, what are we going to do with you?” You sighs and shake your head. Twilight and Sky come back to the camp with knowing smirks.

Legend elects to ignore them while you’re too focused on making sure his hand in properly bandaged. You may not have been able to help the bunny but you can certainly help your friend. 

Besides you’d take Legend over the rabbit any day. He’s cuter.

#linked universe #lu legend #linkeduniverse #linked universe x reader #omg glitter #I'm only now realize you sent in so many ^.^* #i feel bad #I told some people that they had a limit #and yet #you send in like 3 times that amount #not that it's a problem #but maybe for the future let's limit it to three per person #last post of the year!! #woo!!

[stinkysam]

Eddie Munson - Man crush

Warning : none

Genre : fluff

Synopsis : Eddie is happy to hear you'll live in Hawkins and can't wait for you to meet his friends.

Reader : male (he/you)

Part ONE (Summer of 85)

Your arrival in Hawkins had been better than you thought.

On the first day, you got to reconnect with a friend you made during a summer camp, Eddie. He was crouched in front of a bag of chips while you held a bag of food for your parents.

Just as expressive as you remembered, Eddie was absolutely excited to help you sort your things out of the truck. He judged everything that was going in your room.

"Oingo boingo ?"

"Yes," you say, giving him another heavy cardboard box of your stuff "don't drop it."

"Yeah yeah."

The next day, Eddie was ringing your phone at the first hour in the morning (10am), claiming you absolutely had to meet his friends.

Friends who looked you up and down for a good minute in silence, taking you in first, unable to believe you were really… you.

"Are you really [name] ? You swear Eddie didn't pay you ?" Gareth asked.

"Yeah," continued Lucas. "How do you expect us to believe… this ?"

"Let me recapitulate, the guy you befriended at summer camp and didn't have contact with for a year decided to move, from all the cities in the United States of America, in Hawkins. Without even knowing you lived here too." Mike finally said, Grant and Jeff nodding along.

This time it was Dustin's turn to say something.

"This is worse than pure dumb luck. Or than fate itself, Eddie"

"I mean, I have my ID on me if you want…" you shrugged, scratching your head. You suppressed a smile when two of them held their hand up to you, waiting for your ID card.

"Jesus christ, he's not gonna show you his ID" protested Eddie.

"No no, I can, I can. I have to prove I'm the great [Name], don't I ?"

And so you took your ID card out, ignoring Eddie’s protest, showing it to everyone for good mesure.

"Mh. Okay" said Dustin, passing it to Lucas who inspected it thoroughly. You wondered if he knew how to recognize fake cards from real ones or if it was just for the show. Probably the latter.

"Stop that ! Why would I lie and bring a complete stranger here, mh ?"

Eddie slapped the card out of Lucas's hand to give it back to you, annoyance clear on his face.

-

Months had passed since that day, and you grew even closer to Eddie, practically being attached to the hip and earning the nickname of being his man-crush. He liked to explain it by saying it was to catch up all the missed time. There was no such thing as man-crush. Pfft !

You also got to meet his uncle Wayne and became good friends with him despite the age difference. He told you the story behind all the mugs that were hung on the walls, plus those that got accidentally broken when Eddie slammed the door a little too strongly during his teenage years.

You've learned that he also knows how to play guitar although he is not as skilled as his nephew and you got to hear them both play together —though you never imagined it would be country music—.

Eddie made you promise to not tell a soul.

-

This fucking “man-crush” thing kept following him. He hated it. It was awful because it was true.

Yet, very often he would feel relief wash over him when he remembers you're there. Your voice is clear in his head, not fading. This is a nice feeling. He cannot forget you. But he doesn’t talk about the butterflies he feels in his guts when you wrap an arm around his waist or sometimes just by saying his name. Or the ting of jealousy when you hang with his friends rather than with him.

Eddie had a plain old crush on you.

When you parted, at the end of the summer camp, Eddie had not realized his feelings yet, innocently thinking he just didn’t want to lose a friend. It all made sense somehow when you arrived in Hawkins. Oh yeah, he wanna kiss that friend so bad.

Oh to kiss you like it was your first time.

Oh to kiss you like it was nothing.

Oh to kiss you like his life depended on it.

So many types of kisses to think about. So many ways to plague his mind and you found them all. But he was not the only one with a plagued mind.

It was obvious to the connoisseur eye. The one that knows a special kind of yearning. Robin could not be more sure of her friend's feelings. Each time Eddie came back with you, Robin couldn't help but to stare at the two of you with a smile. It was cute at first, seeing the metalhead acting flustered and oh so excited to spend time with that new guy. Rushing to Family Video to try and subtily ask something [Name] would like, things only gays would take interest in. Steve did not read between the lines and just searched for what was asked while Robin instantly knew.

Eddie wanted what 53:05 in 'Fast Times at Ridgemont High' is for her lesbian self and she made her mission to deliver just that plus a not so subtle wink to let him know she knew. Oh, his reaction was priceless. He blinked several times, taking a micro step back as if he just had been insulted, forgetting what he was saying mid sentence. An awkward smile appeared on his face as he feigned confusion.

"Why the wink, Buckley ?"

"What. That's just how I blink. Munson" she says, mimicking his tone.

"Do you want the tape or not ?" Steve asked, already bothered by their discussion.

-

She figured the movies worked.

One day, you came in with Eddie, she almost didn't notice you holding his hand with how fast you went to the back of the store, briefly greeting her and Steve. She could hear the two of you talk quietly, barely above a whisper. She turned around to see what aisle you were in but you had both ducked your head down to hide. Looking at the computer's screen she saw the two of you kissing.

You were crouched, hands holding Eddie's face as you pecked his lips, he was crouched too, hands by the tapes. He let out a small chuckle before kissing you back, his lips lingering on your-

"There's a camera there too !" Robin yelled from her seat, "But congratulations, though !"

Oh it definitely did work.

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love is gone (part 2)

word count: 17k

angst, fluff (tw: mentions of blood, death, survivors guilt, panic attacks)

(part 1) (series masterlist)

his junior year only started three weeks ago and seonghwa was already completely fucking over it. 

between his five classes, obnoxious upstairs neighbor and the physics class that’s already the bane of his existence, he’s ready for his second to last year of college to be over. 

“or maybe you’re just like a major fucking bitch,” wooyoung says, always the first to open his mouth and say some stupid shit. “we literally just started. how could you already be done?”

seonghwa throws a dirty look his friend’s way, kicking him under the table with enough force to make him wince (although, admittedly, it doesn’t take much). 

wooyoung was the first person seonghwa met when he started here two years ago, walking into his nightmare of a quad living situation to see the boy laid out on the top bunk. 

“not to agree with our angsty counterpart but i’m with him,” yunho mutters, a box of unopened cigarettes dangling between his fingers. “this already feels like it’s gonna be the longest year yet.”

yunho was probably the most bearable to live with during those first two years: neat, quiet, and a mutual preference to have his living environment be a place of tranquility, not the havoc wooyoung and hongjoong crave to bring. 

“you guys are such pessimists, what the fuck,” the latter groans, bumping his elbow into seonghwa who stares at him blankly. 

“can you stop your shakespearean talk for like one second, hongjoong? this is serious.”

“i’m trying to be on your side, wooyoung, you damn idiot.”

“are you saying the word pessimists is shakespearean?” yunho asks, their banter never failing to give seonghwa a giant fucking headache. “because you couldn’t be more embarrassingly-”

“hi boys!”

seonghwa’s headache grows tenfold when he hears her voice, the girl he also made the mistake of befriending his first year of college - that is, if befriending meant banging with no strings attached while forming an obvious disinterest otherwise that hana, herself, just didn’t seem to catch on to. 

she somehow weaseled her way into the friend group enough to always be around and no one question it; the guys only liked her because of her seemingly endless supply of hot friends. 

except, of course, wooyoung. wooyoung always made his feelings about her incredibly obvious. 

“so there i was, just trying to sit back and relax and enjoy my afternoon break... when all of the sudden, i hear this agitating, grating voice that makes me wanna-”

“go fuck yourself, wooyoung.”

“oh hana! hello! when did you get here?”

seonghwa bites back a laugh as the others burst into deep chuckles, his gaze meeting hana’s who’s looking at him like he saved the world. 

he doesn’t know why she looks at him like that. he hasn’t done anything to warrant such a soft, infatuated look of admiration. 

“hi, seonghwa.”

“hey.”

he watches as she grabs a chair from the table behind them, dragging it against the floor nosily before wedging it in between him and hongjoong; the man meets his unamused gaze with a smirk. 

“oh. great,” wooyoung says flatly. “you’ve joined us.”

“is literally anyone talking to you?”

“i can tell you who literally doesn’t wanna talk to you. his name starts with seong and ends with-”

“anyways!” hongjoong begins, tone light and playful before the real fights can start. “what class does everyone have next? how are we all feeling about them? maybe we should all just skip and go to happy hour.”

“that sounds like a great idea, hongjoong.”

“i’m chopped full of them, yunho.”

seonghwa resists the constant urge to roll his eyes as he looks around the cafeteria, anything to avoid making eye contact with hana.

he can feel her intrusive stare on him, can feel her inching closer and closer the more he ignores her; he hates being fucking stared at.

his gaze wanders around so he doesn’t turn to her and say something he’ll regret.

something that’ll leave him without someone to call when his sexual frustration hits an all time high and his hand just doesn’t do it for him anymore. 

that’s when his eyes land on you, a smirk pulling at his lips because he’s sure if you weren’t nose deep in your textbook, if you weren’t so concentrated with your tooth in your lip and brows furrowed the way you always seem to be, you’d be staring at him too.

“y/n, you’ve been doing homework for three weeks straight already,” yunjin whines, “we’re supposed to be having fun!”

it only takes you peering up at her for a mere second for her smile to falter, mouth pulling into a pout as she smacks her hands on the table in defeat. 

“i know, i know, ‘i’m not here to have fun’,” she mimics, the awful impersonation of your voice causing you to bite back a smile. “but like... you need a break sometimes!”

“who says?”

“i says!” yunjin declares, her eyes lighting up when she sees mingi making his way toward the table. “mingi says!”

“mingi says what?” he asks, his tall, lanky body plopping down beside you. 

“wouldn’t you agree that y/n needs a break sometimes?” yunjin asks, her voice, you’re convinced, just a long, permanent whine. “don’t you think she can spare, i don’t know, a measly one hour break to gossip with us? and you have to eat too, y/n! i swear i never see you eat.”

“she won’t spare it for you,” mingi says, throwing a wink your way as you watch with a blank expression. “but she’ll spare it for me. she likes me more.”

“like fuck she does!”

“do you just choose to be ignorant or are you actually that delusional?”

you’re happy when you’re all together like this because it usually goes as such: they’re so involved in arguing about you - who you like more, who you will end up being besties with, who you would save first if the dorm burst into flames - that they forget you’re here.

you still get the (not so) secret amusement and joy out of being with them while also focusing on your studies and completing all the work you need to as you easily block them out.

you have physics next and it’s proved to be your toughest class so far; with the first extra credit homework due today, you’re reviewing it like a madwoman.  

“oh, not that shit again, yunjin!” you hear mingi groan, not sure how long they’ve been arguing about this. “i’m telling you with absolute certainty that if the building burst into flames, she would save me. no questions asked.”

“no way! i’m with her way more! we already have a bond and rapport established!”

“oh? you mean the rapport of you talking her fucking ear off and her ignoring you with her face in a textbook?”

“i’m still here you guys,” you mumble quietly, checking over your answers with a calculator. 

“i mean, face it yunjin,” mingi scoffs, “she’d rather read textbooks and study than talk to you!”

“that’s because she’s ambitious! and cares about school!” the girl says, knowing from the tone of her voice that her eyes are probably narrowed and seething. “that’s something you just wouldn’t understand!”

“why? because i’m a liberal arts major, you rude fuck?”

“no! because you’re a freakin’ stupid idiot!”

“wow, you couldn’t think of anything better? where are all your fancy journalism words from your fancy journalism-”

“i think i wanna go to a party tonight.”

“what?!”

“what?!”

it’s one of those beautifully rare occasions where your lips pull into a teasing smile and you giggle, yunjin’s groan and mingi’s loud, booming laughter filling the cafeteria. 

“oh, that was so not fair, y/n!” 

you peak up at her to see a pitiful frown on her face, rolling your eyes as you finish typing in your last equation. 

“i’m almost done with this,” you tell her, already knowing these answers are correct; you’ve done this four times over. 

“thank god! mingi, get her food.”

“i don’t know why i always have to-”

“get her food!”

you peer over at him, something about the glint in your eye causing him to stand up with a sigh.

“thank you, mingi,” you say softly, the tall boy only nodding his head knowingly. 

“yeah, yeah, you just better save me, y/n.”

a small smile appears on your face as you look back down at the paper, a rare moment of silence for twenty seconds before you’re finished with the last question. 

you look up to see yunjin’s watchful eyes on you. 

“what?”

“nothing,” she says, shaking her head as a small smile pulls at her lips. 

your brow quirks and you don’t believe for a second she’s telling you the truth.

you believe that yunjin is just as happy and bubbly as she appears to be, it’d be hard to fake her level of pure enthusiasm, but you also know she’s a lot more insightful than she lets on.

every so often, after memories plague your mind or your lost in the worst parts of your brain, you’ll catch her looking at you with a certain type of look in her eye. 

like she’s somehow able to read your mind or can innately tell there’s something going on with you; for the three weeks you’ve been living at school, you’ve had nightmares almost half of those nights. 

they don’t always wake you in a panic, most times they don’t wake you at all, but when they do, you almost always sneak outside. 

last night was one of those nights.

where you had to feel the cold air on your skin, be surrounded by the solace and silence of the outdoors at 2 am. she’s always asleep when you sneak back in so you figured there’s been no reason to tell her.  

no reason until now.

“did you leave the dorm last night?”

she blurts out the question almost like she didn’t mean to ask it. like she’d been debating it in her head before, finally, an uncontrollable part of her took over.

you’re not scared to tell her but for some reason, your stomach still drops. 

“i did for a little bit, yeah.”

it’s short but honest. you usually only need to be outside for twenty minutes. 

“oh. okay, i thought so,” she says, probably one of the first times you’ve seen a twinge of real awkwardness to her. 

“i’m sorry if i woke you,” you say, trying to gauge exactly why she brought it up. it has to be for a reason.

“oh, no no! it’s fine. you didn’t,” yunjin says, quickly going into panic mode as she shakes her head. “i just- i wanted to say i’m sorry if i did anything to wake you. or annoy you,” she continues. 

“i used to sleep talk when i was younger, my parents would tell me all the time so i just wanted to make sure that wasn’t coming back. it’d probably be super embarrassing but probably not any more embarrassing than the stuff i normally say. i also hope i didn’t-”

“you didn’t do anything, yunjin. it’s okay,” you say softly, the reassuring smile on your face uncontrollable, just like her nervous babbling. 

your eyes search the cafeteria and you know it’s not the right time nor place to tell her the full truth yet. or, at least, the full enough truth that you feel comfortable sharing right now.

“i just don’t sleep well sometimes.”

you can see she’s still processing your words, lips pressed together like she wants to say (or ask) something before she decides against it; her mouth opens a few seconds later before two trays smack down on the table. 

“food for y/n. food for me,” mingi says, neck craning over to yunjin. “you, however, can eat shit.”

and just like that, the rage and annoyance is back on your roommate’s face. 

“what?” she squeaks, voice so loud, you’re sure everyone around you can hear. “are you actually serious right now?”

“what? you didn’t ask for anything.”

“and i didn’t ask for you to follow me to college!”

“oh, get over yourself. you know damn well that you wouldn’t have...“

you take your wrap and water bottle with an unheard “thank you,” watching in silent amusement as yunjin and mingi argue.

your eyes look around the cafeteria again as you eat your food, traveling from table to table curiously. 

you’re fascinated by people watching and the things you start to notice while doing so - subtle facial expressions and interactions that many would miss otherwise.

the people in a friend group who share a glance when someone says something distasteful.

the couple who are trying to remain private holding hands under the table.

the girl who quickly hides her frown by laughing at a comment made at her expense.

it’s all small things, quick and fleeting, but it’s what makes people watching so interesting - this was not to be confused with staring, a term you’re still trying not to have a visceral reaction to. 

your body bubbles up with all the anger and embarrassment it did the first day it happened. when that asshole called you out and then exchanged words with you after class.

you at least felt relieved to say during these past few weeks, you haven’t noticed or talked to the brooding asshole again; even though you were in that room three days a week, one of them being a lab portion, you were able to avoid him.

you’re always the first to get there and the last to leave, head down or focused on your notebook for all of it. 

the girl with headphones ended up being your lab partner and you find comfort in the fact that she’s like you - quiet, diligent and an expert in minding her own business. 

a loud, girlish screech followed by a deep boom of laughter causes your gaze to shift toward the sound. 

you watch as a pretty girl with long hair pushes her chair back and storms away from the table, the four surrounding men seemingly unbothered by her exit.

if anything, they seem a little relieved. 

the one who’s standing and still laughing has dark, floppy hair, his face all too amused and pleased. you can tell the guy sitting next to him is tall, probably as tall or taller than mingi, with broad shoulders that rival his as well.

you can’t see the face of the man with long blonde hair but you can tell he’s laughing too, his smaller shoulders shaking frantically as he smacks the person next to him.

it’s that last person who immediately fills you with an all too familiar annoyance and distaste, the signature black outfit, undercut, and obnoxiously perfect side profile recognizable from a mile away.

park seonghwa, you recall.

you hear his stupid name called three days a week followed by his deeply mumbled “here,” as if he’s not forcing his voice three octaves lower.

you know you shouldn’t dislike a stranger so much, even if he did publicly humiliate you, but you just can’t help it. 

his arrogance is obvious, written all over his chiseled face; but what’s even more obvious, what bothers you the most about him, is his complete and utter disinterest in everything.

school, his peers, being on time to class - you’re beyond grateful you just weren’t his lab partner because you’re sure he does absolutely nothing.

will just mooch off the people who do all the hard work and actually put effort in and-

“y/n, holy shit,” yunjin suddenly says, the pissed off look on your face like one she’s never seen from you before. “who the heck are you looking at like that?”

“yo hana, you better watch out,” wooyoung says, not so quietly whispering over the table. “looks like someone’s caught your boy’s eye.”

“what?” she snaps, high pitched tone causing the ball buster himself to wince. “like seriously, wooyoung, what are you ever talking about?“

bullshit or not, saying it to get under her skin or not, it doesn’t stop the girl from whipping her head to the side (wooyoung’s surprised she doesn’t snap her neck) to see seonghwa looking over at a table across the room.

she follows his gaze to a group of three: a tall man laughing, a purple-haired sneering girl and one focused down on her work.

“seonghwa,” she calls softly, his name falling on deaf ears.

ever since that first day of physics, when he was feeling just a little pissed off because he woke up and the sky was blue so he had to take it out on you, you two haven’t spoken.

in fact, it seems like you do everything in your power to not look at him or anyone else.

he doesn’t know why he singled you out, he knows everyone was looking at the asshole who came in late that day, but he was pleased he did. there was a fire in your eyes that he found incredibly amusing.

it’s obvious you’re a teachers pet, which he thinks is pathetically annoying. you’re always there before him, always sat right in the front row and almost make it a point to be the last one leaving.

like the professor really gives a fuck that you’re asking questions seonghwa’s positive you already know the answers too.

and don’t get him started on how often you raise your fucking hand, always one of the first to answer a question or help a fellow peer or-

“hwa?”

that grabs his attention a little too well, his cold gaze moving away from you and onto the girl beside him.

“i’ve told you not to call me that.”

“what do you mean, hwa?” hana asks, that whine she uses to try and be cute never succeeding. “i always call you that.”

“yeah and i never like it,” seonghwa mumbles lowly, his former roommate, of course, catching his words.

“oh hwa-ey, you say the funniest things,” wooyoung says dreamily, love-filled eyes of admiration making hwa-ey’s lips quirk in amusement; but just as quick as seonghwa’s smile threatened to surface, so did wooyoung’s change in conversation.

“for real though, who did you see?” wooyoung asks, nosy to an absolute fault. “looked like you’d rather take hana on an actual date than talk to them.”

“don’t you have parents to disappoint? go fail another three classes, asshole.”

“it was actually only one, hana, but the same can't be said about your amount of std scares. go tell your parents that.”

seonghwa throws them both a look that he knows won’t do much - he’s never met two people who hate each other as much as wooyoung and hana hate each other.

and it’s not even the sexual tension, enemies to lovers, we’ve-been-arguing-this-whole-time-because-we-wanna-kiss type hate. it’s pure, genuine, unfiltered hate.

ever since the moment they met each other.

“no one,” seonghwa says, hoping to break the tension with the story he personally finds hysterical. “just some random chick in my physics class.”

“she hot?”

“you have eyes, don’t you?” hana snaps, wooyoung throwing her a mischievous look. “obviously she’s not hot.”

“hotter than you.”

“hot? where? who’s hot?” hongjoong asks, yunho snorting into his hand but also peering around like a nosy pervert. 

“you guys are so disgusting.”

“wait till you find out we only keep you around for your hot friends.”

“you know what, wooyoung!” hana screeches, getting up from the table and slamming her hands down. “go fuck yourself. you never know when to shut your annoying ass mouth, do you?”

and there it is. the blow up. 

it’s usually a good 50/50 the amount of times the other will blow up after one horribly disrespectful comment after another - the last time she got wooyoung, they refused to be around each other for a month. 

“whoa, i’ve never seen your face get so red. what nerve did i hit this time, hana? have you been sensing that’s why you’re still around?”

seonghwa avoids any and all eye contact with her, no longer getting in the middle of their fights - he’s told her a million times not to interact with him, and vice versa, but the hate is just too strong.

they can never just stop, no matter what or who says anything.

seonghwa knows she’s even more pissed when she doesn’t storm away immediately, waiting a few seconds for him to jump to her defense.

wooyoung’s laughter only gets louder the more the silence prolongs, hana stomping away with frustrated sighs. 

“wow, woo, what the fuck is wrong with you,” hongjoong groans, seonghwa thinking he’s about to defend hana until he continues talking. “you might’ve just messed up our chances of getting with her friends.”

seonghwa can’t stop the snort that leaves him, wooyoung still laughing his ass off in victory while yunho shakes his head at the whole situation.

“you guys are fucked up.”

“oh please,” wooyoung says, sobering for a moment to knock yunho’s foot under the table. “if hana had hot guy friends, you’d be saying the same shit.”

the few moments of relapsed silence tells them all, as painful as it is to admit it, wooyoung may be right. 

“anyway!” yunho says, wooyoung throwing him a knowing smirk. “who’s the physics girl? the new hana perhaps?”

“fuck no,” seonghwa scoffs, not being able to keep the animosity out of his tone; it makes the three men snort in amusement. 

“oh? what’s wrong with her?” wooyoung asks, his gaze looking over to the table. “wait, is it the one with purple hair?”

“no. other one,” seonghwa mumbles lowly, any time he looks over swearing the other girl’s mouth has never stopped going. “physics girl only talks if she’s being a complete fucking kiss ass. for real the most obnoxious shit ever.”

“she sit in the front?”

“and answers every question.”

“ew.”

seonghwa nods in agreement, rolling his eyes when he sees he has to be there in twenty minutes. 

“still though. she’s not ugly. neither of them are,” wooyoung says, knocking seonghwa’s shit stomping boots under the table. “maybe she’d be a good hana replacement. dibs on purple hair, hongjoong.”

“that girl wouldn’t look your way twice.”

“wanna bet?”

it would be those words that eventually came back to haunt seonghwa in the coming months.

he didn’t give them a second thought then - after all, it was originally meant for wooyoung and his and hongjoong’s childish way.

but, of course, when hana and wooyoung's fucking rivalry gets thrown back into the mix later that day, the stakes get turned on him in the most damaging, humbling way possible.

if there was never an extra credit homework assignment, if the professor just gave quizzes or more opportunities for grades, maybe it would’ve never happened in the first place.

he would’ve never gotten frustrated and felt the need to talk shit about you. would’ve never given his friends a way in to see something about you intrigued him (although negatively).

or, maybe, seonghwa just shouldn’t have been so fucking stupid.

twenty five minutes later, seonghwa made his way to class and it went the same way it always did: he was late, you stayed focused on your work, he dozed off only to wake to your annoying fucking voice answering a question.

he was relieved when the professor said he was letting out a glorious twenty minutes early, about to get up and haul ass right out of class when, like fucking clockwork, your soft but obnoxious voice filled the room.

“i have the extra credit homework,” you said, hand half raised and irritation quickly flaring through seonghwa. 

he could tell the kid next to him was just as annoyed, letting out a groan because, like a normal person, he didn’t do it either. 

who actually does the fucking extra credit?

“oh, y/n, thank you for reminding me, i almost forgot,” the man chuckled, his smile bright and cheery on his studious scholar. 

“whoever did the first extra credit homework can pass it to me on their way out!”

seonghwa didn’t care about the extra points, he wouldn’t need them when the two test grades came in, it was just how irritating you were about it.

how insistent you were on proving that you were the best student this college has ever seen.

and then how, when you weren’t being a show off, answering every question the moment it leaves the old asshole’s mouth, you were completely closed off. standoffish and avoidant, like you’re too good to talk to people who aren’t as smart and brilliant as you. 

he’s petty and waits until you stand up to make his way out when class is officially dismissed, breezing past you and knocking your arm lightly.

he must’ve surprised you because you stammer the same way you did the last time you bumped into each other (except, that time, it was actually by accident).

seonghwa doesn’t say a word but neither do you at first, the boy getting a few feet ahead of you before he hears you mumble-

“asshole! you’re a fucking asshole, wooyoung! you get in the way of me and hwa all the time!”

it’s the first thing seonghwa walks into when he’s back at the cafeteria table, everyone deciding to meet back there before going to the off-campus bar; how hana knew of this plan, he doesn’t know. 

he once thought she had bugged his phone or car.

“stop calling him that, you freak!” wooyoung says, seonghwa’s lips quirking in amusement. “he told you he doesn’t like it.”

“you don’t know or care about what he likes.”

“oh no? did you not get the memo that i’m one of his-”

“both of you. stop,” seonghwa says, the defeat heavy in his tone as he sits down. “if we could just sit in silence for the next ten minutes, i’d appreciate it.”

“did something happen?” hana asks, her hand immediately resting on his arm, eyes full of concern.

it freaks him out how quick she is to take care of him. like if she sees anything bad enough, she herself would try to do anything she can to fix it. 

he won’t lie and say he didn’t like it at first - her attention, the way she looked at him, what she did for and to him because of those feelings she had - but he never liked her.

as big a dick as that makes him seem, the feelings aren’t mutual (and he has a feeling hana knows that too).

but does that stop them from sleeping together every few weeks?

no. 

does he think that if, maybe, he lets that guard he holds so protectively around himself down, he’ll maybe start to like her?

also no. 

hana’s not the type of girl he sees himself with - she hangs on his every word, like she needs him to breathe and live her life to the fullest. 

that annoys him as much as it terrifies him. 

there’s no fight or banter, no drive behind her that isn’t just making him happy or pleasing him; truly, he’s the last person in the world who deserves that sort of treatment.

he wants someone who doesn’t need him.

“yeah, hwa-ey, did something happen?” wooyoung asks with a pout, seonghwa rolling his eyes.

“no,” he growls lowly, annoyance only growing because of them.

hana will drop it because that’s what he obviously wants - wooyoung is not as gracious. 

seonghwa watches as the boy’s face pulls into one of curiosity, a few treasured moments of silence before it’s like a lightbulb goes off in his nosy little head. 

“wait a damn minute, you just had physics! did that girl do something? she must’ve!”

“what girl? the ugly nerd from before?” 

“her and her friend are literally hotter than you but okay.

“you’re actually delusional if you think that!”

“do you two ever stop,” seonghwa groans, his words either too low or being ignored; he’s sure it’s the latter and he’s sure the last thing he wants to talk about right now is you. 

“the only delusional one here is you,” wooyoung says, never knowing when to shut his mouth. never knowing when his nonsensical, weird jokes are gonna start a fucking shit storm. “your precious hwa would take her on a date in a second.”

“ugh see, you literally don’t know him at all!” hana scoffs, with all the smugness and confidence in the world. “seonghwa doesn’t date. never has, never will.” 

“yeah because he hadn’t met...”

seonghwa only stares at him blankly, not one part of him wanting to utter your name nor have wooyoung know it. 

“name? what’s physics girls name?”

“i don’t know.”

“bullshit!”

“if you think we’re having this conversation right now, maybe you really are-”

“y/n.”

all three snap their heads to see hongjoong and yunho standing there with devious smirks on their faces. seonghwa lets out a long, disappointed sigh, wooyoung smiling deviously at a pissed off hana. 

how did they even find that out?

“y/n,” wooyoung says happily, “seonghwa doesn’t date because he hadn’t met y/n yet. but now, he has and everything will change. everything will-”

“he would never want that bitch!”

“and how do you know?” wooyoung counters. “you know nothing about her, and, evidently, nothing about your precious hwa either. he’d take her on a date if it meant banging her after.”

“oh please, he would never have sex with her.”

seonghwa couldn’t care less about this stupid conversation. 

these two always have a habit of fighting about him, right in front of him, like a pair of idiots who leave him more annoyed than when he came; the conversation is so uninteresting, he almost wishes he-

“would never? or could never?”

it’s hongjoong’s voice or, more so, the challenging tone behind it that catches his attention. causes his dark eyes to narrow and brows to furrow ever so slightly.

“what’s that supposed to mean?”

you woke to the sensation of two distinct things: a pleasant calm, the type you get when you sleep dreamlessly, feeling well rested in a way you usually don’t, and the intrusive feeling of being watched. 

it’s an unsettling feeling, barely even conscious but just knowing you’re being stared at. 

you peek over to see yunjin looking at you from her bed, sitting criss-crossed before her lips pull into a guilty smile. her pale cheeks turn pink in embarrassment. 

“hi,” she says quietly. “this- this is kind of awkward. i swear i’m not edward cullen watching you sleep... although my skin is pale white and ice cold.”

“but you’re not impossibly fast. or strong,” you mumble, scratchy voice full of sleep although it doesn’t stop a smile from pulling at your lips.

you know you and yunjin are becoming closer and closer every day due to the mere fact you’re not incredibly creeped out by her watching you.

you’ve had friendships before, even had a good group of friends in high school who you’d known since elementary school, but you fell out of touch.

tragic events are when you need your friends the most but, for you, it was opposite - whether that was what you actually needed or what you did in your deep, ugly depression, you’re still not sure. 

because they reached out and you ignored them. 

they sent you cards and food and little gift baskets but you didn’t even look at them.

they constantly told you, “if you need us, we’re here,” but you only needed one person who wasn’t here anymore.

you apologized once you could bare to live again, and they weren’t angry, but it also wasn’t the same.

you were too different, too empty, too aware of the reminders that your young self at the time wasn’t able to cope with; but now, your friendship with yunjin was progressing faster than any of your previous ones. 

she was easy to be around, even though she never shut up. 

she made you laugh when you didn’t want to, when you weren’t used to it, and she never ever pushes you although you know she’s curious about you. 

about some of the quirks and preferences and late night rendezvous you come to discover about a person when you live with them.

“oh em gee i was hoping you’d get my reference!” she giggles, throwing her head back in laughter. “we have to have a twilight marathon now.”

you smile softly as you nod your head, stretching your arms out. 

heavy conversations aren’t typically what you desire first thing in the morning but you feel like it’s warranted right now.

just to get it out of the way, the heavy elephant lingering in the room due to yesterday’s conversation; you wonder if she knows you didn’t leave last night. 

“when do you have class today?”

“not till three,” yunjin says excitedly, “how ‘bout you?”

“one,” you say, looking at your phone to see it’s only 9:30 in the morning. 

you finished most of the assignments due up until the halfway point of the semester, feeling a little relaxed by that fact but still doing everything in your power to keep up. 

another form of extra credit for one of your classes is tutoring, your advanced english course leaving you, even as a freshman, able to do so.

you aren’t starting that until sometime next week so if, maybe, you and yunjin want to have a movie marathon or ‘take a break,’ as she says, you can do that. 

maybe. 

a very small maybe. 

because you still need your evenings to study, go over your notes, outline the bigger assignments due toward the end of the semester, think about what you’re gonna do for-

“y/n,” yunjin says, lost in your thoughts as you’re curled up in bed.

you don’t know when you sat up and rested against the wall, blanket still covering your body as you twiddle your thumbs mindlessly; something about her voice leads you to believe she’s gonna ask. 

something about the lifted tone and shaky hesitance in her voice, the way her eyes are watching you like she doesn’t even know what she’s gonna say next.

like she’s surprised she uttered your name to start this conversation in the first place - so you start slow.

“i didn’t wake up last night.”

your words are quiet, brief and cryptic but you can see the recognition cross yunjin’s face. she looks a little embarrassed even, like you’re only saying it because she called you out yesterday.

“oh, really? that’s good,” yunjin smiles, tooth digging into her lip. “can you... can you not sleep through the night often?

“depends if i have a nightmare or not,” you say, knowing you have to just get straight to the point. “they don’t happen every night, but a lot. enough that i felt like i had to tell you, just in case.”

it’s been a steady record of once or twice a week for the past two years - holidays, anniversaries, and generally poor mental health is when you start to see an increase

you can tell by the way yunjin’s eyes widen that she’s surprised you’re sharing, lips parting as if she gasped ever so slightly; she may not have expected you to just blurt that out. 

“when i wake up from them, i usually can’t breathe so going outside helps me,” you mumble, feeling weird confessing this to a person who isn’t your dad or old therapist. “i hoped they wouldn’t wake you but i just wanted to let you know so you don’t think i’m like... doing suspicious things or something.”

yunjin giggles despite the seriousness in the room, a soft smile on her face that you can’t help but find reassuring.

“believe me, y/n, that’s the last thing i would think about you,” she says, wanting so badly to jump off the bed and hug you the same way she did upon first meeting you.

yunjin likes to act bubbly and outgoing, mostly because that’s always how she’s been, but she’s also always been able to read people. 

sometimes you’re able to look at a person and just see that they’re sad. 

there’s just something so deep and haunting in their eyes, she knows that person had to have gone through something - the moment she saw you, she knew that’d be the case.

and then when she caught you not one but two nights escaping out of the room, she didn’t know what to make of it.

it’s none of her business, she acknowledges that, but she couldn’t help but feel curious given her read of you. 

“it’s none of my business and you don’t ever have to tell me anything you don’t feel comfortable with,” the girl says softly, her words already assuring you you did the right thing telling her. “but just know that i’m here if you ever need to talk about them. or anything else, for that matter. i know we’ve only known each other for like a month but i’m serious that we’re gonna be besties.”

“what about mingi?” you ask quietly, a smile pulling at your lips as a foreign type of emotion is clogged in your throat.

it’s similiar to when you’re about to cry, overwhelmed by grief and how it randomly sneaks up on you after all this time, but it’s different. like a little bit happier or touched.

you don’t know if you’ve ever cried because you were happy before. 

“fuck him,” yunjin blurts out, a giggle bubbling out of your chest. “you’re my roommate so i get superiority. so, for example, if the building bursts into flames...”

“not this again,” you mumble, throwing yourself back into your pillows as you land down with a plop.

you hear yunjin giggle before her small frame hops off the bed, her sock-clad feet hitting the floor before she rushes over.

she looks at the bottom of your bed like she’s waiting for an invite, the two of you having a silent stare down before you tap your feet at the bottom.

“fine.”

“we should order breakfast,” she says, jumping up and landing on your softer mattress without any grace. “and maybe... start our twilight marathon?”

she knows you usually do homework or study before class; even the work you already did, you check two or three times because “you might’ve missed something.”

but this time you look at her with a sigh and she sees the conflict in your eyes, lips pressed together like you wanna say no but there’s also a slight chance. 

“don’t you wanna see bella fall on her ass?” yunjin asks with a sigh. “or laugh when edward calls her spider monkey? or carlisle just because he’s the hottest motherfucker that franchise has to offer? or ooh! what about-”

“fine!” you repeat, a smile tugging at your lips when yunjin cheers in victory. you watch as she nearly falls on her face to grab her laptop, rushing back to your bed and diving on it like it’s her own.

“today is such a good day!”

and you agreed, it was - or, at least, it started off as one. 

between your morning with twilight and pancakes, getting an a on the quiz in your first class, and confirming your first tutoring session for next week, you thought it really was a relatively good day. 

you even got dismissed a little early and were able to eat alone before your last class. take some of your much needed introvert time to go over your notes and drink a smoothie. 

however, the second you walked into physics, you knew the day was about to turn into shit. 

not because it was an annoying, headache-inducing subject or because the lab partner who was so much like you still barely speaks to you.

you knew the day was about to take a drastic turn because when you walked in, you saw none other than park seonghwa sitting right next to your regular seat in the front row. 

he was looking up with not a book or textbook in sight, almost like he was waiting for the exact moment you walked in to see the annoyance cross your face. 

his lips pull into that stupid half smirk, your eyes narrowing as you slowly approach the table.

a part of you doesn’t even wanna talk to him. knows he’s probably looking for a reaction since he seems to purposely single you out with snarky comments and passive aggressive arm bumps.

but another part of you, the part that’s been buried and numb for so long, wants to tell him off. look him in the eye, ignore how disgustingly good looking he is, and growl at him to fuck off and go back to his place in the back. 

because why would he even wanna be in the front in the first place? it’s not like he pays attention or takes notes; you don’t think you’ve ever even heard him answer a question. 

you walk to your seat silently at first, side-eyeing him as you put your backpack on the floor. 

you can feel his burning gaze on you as you place your books on the table, begging yourself to just ignore him, ignore him, ignore him, before you look over and make eye contact.

brown teasing eyes that nearly look black, two strands of hair falling over his forehead and making you let out a frustrated sigh.

“why are you sitting here?”

your voice is quiet and low, with an edge to it that makes his eyes twinge with amusement; this might be harder than he thought.

“can i not?” he asks, a genuine curiosity in his voice you know is completely feigned. “does someone else sit here?”

you only stare at him blankly, can feel the daggers coming out of your own eyes; he knows damn well no one else sits here and his smirk tells you you’re right. 

“i really don’t like being stared at,” he says, far too much amusement laced in his tone. “thought i made that clear, y/n, although i want to apologize for that.”

the way he says your name makes your heart jump, distracting yourself by shifting your gaze away from him.

you open your notebook to a new page and flip your textbook to today’s chapter, doing everything in your power to just not entertain this complete asshole of a man.

“you wouldn’t mind sharing your textbook, would you? i haven’t gotten mine ye-”

“i would mind actually,” you say, shooting him a small fake smile. “you should be more prepared.”

you don’t miss the way his tongue peeks out to swipe at his lip, mouth curling upwards as he suppresses the urge to laugh. 

“should’ve guessed that’d be your response.”

“what’s that supposed to mean?”

his brow quirks and you know you have to stop entertaining him. that this type of reaction is exactly what he wants - but you just can’t help it. 

“what do you think?” seonghwa asks.

his body leans in ever so slightly, the faint scent of his cologne wafting in your nose. 

“you’re the top student. think you answer every question the professor asks,” he says, ring-covered fingers outstretched as he cracks his knuckle with a loud pop. “even was so kind to remind him about the extra credit. thanks for that, by the way.”

“you seem very interested in me, seonghwa,” you say, finding a bold braveness with shocking ease. “i’m more creeped out than i am flattered.”

the man hates to admit it but he enjoys how much you’re holding your own. how much fire threatens to surface in your eyes before it calms and how the biting tone of your voice cuts him in a way he’s not used to. 

“hard not to be interested in the girl who never shuts up.”

your lips pull into a smile, gaze catching the professor who walks in with a friendly wave. 

he couldn’t have come at a better time because you know you have to stop talking to him. that you, in no way, want to have any type of relationship with the man beside you. 

he’s bad news, obnoxious and the type of person who could easily become a distraction. 

“so do you accept my apology? for the staring comment?”

you look at him with a raised eyebrow, gaze searching his. 

you don’t know why he just suddenly decided to approach you after weeks to apologize. why he’s keeping the conversation going when it’s quite obvious you want nothing to do with him. 

“i’d prefer if you never spoke to me again, actually.”

“so that’s a no?”

your lips threaten to pull into a smile and you immediately chastise yourself for it, keeping your blank stare on him. he doesn’t back away from eye contact, much like the first day, and you suppose you have to commend him for that. 

“stop talking to me.”

seonghwa’s mouth opens to counter back before the professor begins speaking, your attention completely turned on him. 

your cold indifference and hyper focus to the front of the room is truly humorous, seonghwa swearing he’s never seen someone so enthralled by school work. 

“i’ll give the stragglers two more minutes to join us,” the older man says, his eyes widening with shock when he see’s seonghwa front and center. “mr. park. this is a change.”

seonghwa only nods his head in response, the slightest of disdain flashing in his eyes. 

interesting. 

“think i’m gonna sit in the front more often,” seonghwa mumbles, low enough so only you canhear. “it’s kind of cool up here.”

you give him a death stare that can only make him smile. 

“what? you don’t want that?”

“not particularly.”

“then accept my apology.”

you roll your eyes at his nonsense blackmail - you literally could not care less about the comment he made a month ago but maybe you can get something out of this too.

“if i do, will you go back to your spot in the back?”

he seems to ponder it for a moment

“sure.”

“apology accepted,” you say, that fake, sarcastic smile back on your face.

you ignore the way your body reacts to his low, deep chuckle, his eyes burning into your face for a few more seconds (being stared at really is unsettling) before his chair scrapes against the floor. 

“great,” seonghwa mutters, although you can hear the smirk in his voice. “nice talking to you, y/n.”

you certainly can not say the same so you remain silent, relieved that you can now focus on today’s class without his presence beside you. 

you peak over to see your lab partner looking at you, her eyes widening when you catch her before she quickly turns away.

so much for minding her business. 

if you thought that was the last time you were gonna speak to the notorious obnoxious park seonghwa, you were sorely mistaken.

next week, the first ten minutes of class continually went as followed: you walk in to him already in the front row, looking at you like he very much belongs there and has been eagerly waiting for you.

you grumble at him in annoyance and he makes a wise ass remark about you forgiving him before you guys start bickering back and forth.

you only respond when his comment is especially bothersome, preferring for him to sit in silence as if his presence doesn’t irritate the fuck out of you.  

you were never one to rush out of class, you typically liked to ask the professor about something you didn’t understand during the lesson, but, today, you were willing to be one of those students who act as if the room is on fire.

you don’t wanna risk seonghwa approaching you again.

annoying you more than you care to admit, your tortured mind only slightly occupied by him (which is way more than you want him to be there in the first place).

because you don’t wanna think about him at all. you can’t.

you don’t wanna feel any way toward him - even a negative feeling, like strong hate or dislike or the annoyance he brings you, is enough to make you become occupied by a person. 

and you certainly don’t need distractions, especially in the form of a tall, handsome but incredibly irritating man who knows just how to get under your skin. 

seonghwa smirks from his seat in the back of the room, the professor about to dismiss class. he swears you can feel his stare watching as you quickly gather your things, hands clumsy and sporadic. 

usually, you’re the last person doing that, because a teachers pet would never, yet, he’s never seen you move quicker than you do right now.

unfortunately for you, he’s quicker. 

you feel a presence behind you before you hear that increasingly familiar deep, taunting voice. 

“if i didn’t know any better, y/n, i’d think you were trying to avoid me.”

you turn in the crowded hallway to see his large frame smirking down at you, eyes rolling before you turn back around silently; you just can’t give him the time of day, that’s the easiest way out of this.

his footsteps clonk behind you and your lips pull to make a snarky comment about his obnoxiously large boots; when he’s still behind you outside a few moments later, you can’t help but turn around with a sneer.

“did i do something to suggest us being friendly is okay?”

seonghwa’s eyes widen playfully at your snark, shrugging his broad shoulders that your eyes totally don’t drop down and take a peak at; seonghwa also totally doesn’t notice, holding back his smug, confident smirk.

“you forgave me, no?” he asks, head cocked sarcastically. “that makes us acquaintances, at best.”

“i ‘forgave’ you so you’d leave me alone,” you say, lifting your hands to do a finger quotes motion. “not so you’d harass me even more.”

you almost preferred when he was an asshole because now, you really don’t know what he wants from you.

he doesn’t seem like the type to just befriend girls to be friends with them - he’s gonna want something from you, something you’re not willing to give him or anyone else.

the first few weeks, he walked around like this completely cliche bad boy - stone cold face, dark eyes, barely muttering more than a few words - but now he won’t stop.

he’s teasing and expressive and dare you say flirty but why would this man flirt with someone as unwilling and stubborn as you? 

“and if i wanna be more than acquaintances?”

“i’d say you’re full of shit.”

his wide eyes darken ever so slightly, a smirk pulling at his lips as his tongue peeks out to lick them.

“you should meet my friend, wooyoung,” he says, eyes wandering your face a little too long. “you two would get along.”

“i have no interest in meeting your friends. or becoming one.”

“yeah? why’s that?” seonghwa asks, deep low voice that, despite yourself, causes your stomach to swoop; you need to get a fucking grip. “you don’t even know me, y/n.”

“and i don’t care to,” you say, the sunlight behind him sickening because, even with it, you can’t find one flaw on his face. it’s like every part of his skin is golden silk, the shade of brown in his eyes the lightest and warmest you’ve ever seen. 

as annoying as he is, you can’t deny how devastatingly attractive he is every time you see him. 

“i’m not here to make friends,” you say, ripping your gaze away from him. you have to look anywhere but his face. “especially ones like you.”

“it’s college, freshman, why the hell else would you be here?”

“i hope that you'll think about looking into engineering like we talked about. i know it’s a lot but starting soon could...”

“and what exactly do you mean by people like me?” he continues, although catching a sudden far away look in your eye. “what am i like?”

you cant even focus on the memories threatening to break through your mind as you stare up at him. the amusement that was once shining in his gaze taking a more subtle, dark turn.

he’s challenging you here right outside, whether it’s because you tried to presume something about him or because he’s incessant on annoying you, you’re not sure.

you just know he’s bold, careless. 

he doesn’t care that you barely know each other. that you started off on a bad foot or that you’re hitting him with every snarky, sassy comment that blurts out of your mouth. 

he wants to know you and you don’t know why - even though when you saw him in the cafeteria last week, you couldn’t help but notice the girl attached to his arm.

“does your girlfriend know you wanna be friends with me so bad?”

hana flashes in seonghwa’s mind and you watch as he winces, your lip curling in disgust - of course this tool bag has a girlfriend but still shows interest in other girls. 

“now who’s so interested in who?” seonghwa smirks, the teasing in his tone causing you to scoff. “got eyes on me or something?”

“i would’ve literally never talked to you again if i had it my way.”

and that is something you can say with absolute certainty - you knew the first day you met him that he was gonna be a problem.

that you were, maybe even subconsciously, gonna chase the feelings that he ripped from deep inside you with just a few snarky words and captivating eyes.

“hana’s not my girlfriend, by the way. not even close.”

you let out a sigh as you do your best to hold his gaze, nothing but the chatter and bustle of other students surrounding you both. he’s just as stubborn as you it seems, holds the same death stare that you’ve naturally acquired over the years. 

“well, that doesn’t change anything,” you say, shrugging your shoulders. “still don’t care to be friends with you.”

“because you think i’m a dick?”

“because i’m just here to go to class and study.”

you’re back to holding each others gaze, his brow raised and your teeth sinking into your cheek until, against your better judgement, you speak again. 

“and, yeah, you might be a bit of a dick.”

you hate that you smile when a deep chuckle leaves him. the way he looks down but you can still tell a smile lights up his face, deep brown eyes peeking back up to catch the look on your face. 

he hates that he thinks it’s genuinely the prettiest smile he’s ever seen; he wasn’t sure you were capable of smiling, let alone looking like that when you did.

“if you just give me a shot, y/n, you’ll see that-”

“y/n! why are you just standing there? you’re freakin late!” you hear, yunjin’s high-pitched voice squeaking through the air. “did you forget we said new moon at six o’clo-”

her eyes widen when she notices you’re not just standing here alone but, in fact, speaking to someone. someone who just might be the hottest, yet scariest, man she’s ever seen. 

the undercut, the chains, the all black attire - it’s like he jumped out of the bad boy romance novel she’s reading. 

“uh, who is this?”

“no one,” you blurt out, just as seonghwa introduces himself as “seonghwa. i’m in y/n’s physics class.”

if you thought you were blurting out all the wrong things today, you should’ve known your chatter box roommate was gonna beat you at your own game. 

“oh em gee! the asshole?!”

your eyes fall shut as you deeply inhale, even momentarily blinded knowing that seonghwa was looking at you with that shit eating smirk. 

“the asshole, huh? so you have been talking about me.”

“i- uh-” yunijn says, trying to back track as she quickly notices her mistake. “did you say physics?” she chuckles nervously, “the asshole was actually from her english class! my mistake. sorry about that!” 

she winces when your eyes are back open and shooting a death stare at her, her lips mouthing “sorry!” as you look back at seonghwa. 

you narrow your eyes at him silently, the look on his face making you grow even more irritated before you take yunjin by the elbow. 

“let’s go, yunjin,” you grumble, the purple-haired girl looking around wide-eyed; you’re not even out of ear shot when she starts mumbling her apologies, seonghwa watching the both of you argue softly with a growing smile on his face.

“i didn’t even see him at first!” yunjin whines back in the dorm, your silent treatment finally breaking once you know for sure seonghwa is nowhere in sight. 

“how could you miss him, yunjin?” you ask in exasperation, sighing as you plop down on your bed. “he doesn’t exactly blend in.”

“because he’s so hot, right? i knew he was hot!”

you whip your head up and narrow your eyes at her, the silence only making a smile pull at her lips. 

“right?” she asks, her eyes lighting up with excitement. 

“wrong,” you say, keeping your tone flat. “because he’s irritating.”

“irritatingly sexy!”

you huff as you throw your head back down on your bed, partially because she’s right and partially because, now, he’s probably gonna take this and run with it.

as if he needed any other reason to start a conversation with you. 

“what were you guys talking about?” she asks, the first to admit she’s nosy to the core. “i didn’t think you’d talk to any of your peers.”

“i didn’t plan on it,” you grumble, leaving out the fact that, when you first started, you had no intention of talking to her either. 

“but it’s fun, no? you can’t help yourself,” yunjin quips, brow raised before she’s bold enough to make another comment. “i saw you smiling.”

“i wasn’t smiling.”

“you were smiling before i came.”

“you mean before you came and told him i called him an asshole? yeah, i remember.” 

her lips purse together as guilt crosses her soft features. 

“actually, i told him that it was a guy in your english...”

your cold, hard stare causes her words to die out slowly. 

“okay, yes! but he didn’t seem to mind!” she squeaks, plopping down on her bed with a whine. “i think he likes you, y/n.”

“he doesn’t even know me, yunjin.”

“and you don’t know him,” she counters, head cocked like she made a point.

“i know that he told the whole class that i have a staring problem.”

her lips purse together like she’s trying to think of something else to say. 

because she knows that, before she showed up, she saw a smile on your face that she so rarely sees. it was subtle and small but there was a glint in your eye that she hadn’t seen thus far.

like there was finally a speck of something behind your eyes, which were usually so... distant. that’s the only word she can think of. 

distant, far away, almost sad.

“doesn’t even matter,” you mumble, grabbing your backpack and dumping your books on your bed. “i have no interest in talking to him anymore.”

but you have a feeling if that were actually true, if you weren’t just saying that because of the constant mantra of bad memories and isolation playing in your mind, you wouldn’t have tolerated him when you saw him in the library a few days later. 

your extra credit tutoring session turned out to be more of a short introduction. the girl was only a year older than you and it was her second time taking remedial english. 

her grasp of basic grammar was not ideal to say the least but she was kind, spoke less than you and was so determined to get an a on her essay this semester, you couldn’t help but feel as if you had to help her. 

“your essay will be the biggest part of your grade so i think we should start there,” you suggest quietly, the two of you sitting in the library. 

it was bigger and more crowded than you thought it would be, nearly every table taken and students working diligently; you should probably study here a few days a week since yunjin is trying to fly through the twilight series with you.

“once you finish the book, and watch the movie, we can start brainstorming a topic and work from there. does that sound good?”

the girl nodded and thanked you quietly, eventually parting ways with soft smiles and gentle waves. 

you didn’t have class today so you think it’d be a good idea to get some more work done for later in the semester. you can’t finish your lab report for a few more weeks but if you start the beginning, it’ll be easier to-

“not surprised to find you here.”

you’re becoming a little too familiar with that grating deep voice, looking up from your spot to see seonghwa looming in front of your table. he’s in his usual shades of black, with that usual annoying look on his face where he’s half-smirking. 

you know he wants you to respond so you only roll your eyes and look down, continue typing away at your laptop with your notes in front of you. 

“you working on shit for physics?” 

you hit him with nothing but silence again, not sure if his presence or yunjin begging to watch twilight is worse; you’re gonna go with him, especially when he takes the initiative to sit across from you. 

“if so, i need your tutoring services.”

“how do you know i’m tutoring?”

his eyes light up in that mischievous way they seem to do when you answer, the cool relaxed way he sits back in his chair, both, enthralling and rage-filling. 

“lucky guess,” he says, a smile pulling at his lips at the way your eyes narrow. “for real, though. i’m gonna need help. i’m not lost yet but i know by the time our midterm comes, i’m not gonna know what the fuck is going on.”

“then it sounds like you have a lot of studying to do.”

“y/n, c’mon,” he says, his voice a deep groan that makes your stomach flutter. you need to have a serious re-evaluation of the type of person you are and what (who) you’re apparently attracted to. “i don’t know how to study.”

“you’re in your third year of college, seonghwa, how do you not know how to study?”

“aw, you remembered i’m a junior?”

your mouth pulls into a tight line that makes a laugh bubble out of him, something deep and low in his throat that, again, makes you highly consider re-evaluating yourself as a woman. 

“have fun failing.”

“hey, okay, okay, i was kidding,” he says, his hands raised innocently, although still wearing a stupid smirk. “i remember you’re a freshman, too, y/n. and that you called me an asshole to your purple-haired friend.”

you let out a sigh as you keep your stare hard and unassuming on him, the annoyance burning behind them so harshly, even you can feel it.

“you only want help for the midterm? cramming won’t be fun.”

“are you saying you want to meet weekly?”

“cramming is perfect. we’ll meet two days before, after class. once. one time.”

seonghwa smiles at you in a way that shouldn’t make your inside feel something they haven’t in years, maybe even forever, never having experienced any male attention before. 

that’s not to say a boy’s never asked you out, or showed a juvenile middle school interest, but you can’t say you ever experienced a serious relationship before.

“that’s all i need, y/n.”

“you’re one ballsy motherfucker, park, i’ll give you that,” hongjoong says from across the table. 

seonghwa was recounting his conversation with you from a few days ago, where there was now a plan set in place for you two to officially meet and hang out.

the nosy bunch couldn’t help but ask how it was going with ‘physics girl,’ a knowing glint in their eyes and smirks on their faces as they did so. 

“for real, there’s a difference between confidence and then straight up delusion, bro,” wooyoung says, “doesn’t she, like, barely talk to you? or anyone else for that matter.”

“she talks to me.”

“y/n barely talks to you.”

“how do you even know anything about her?” seonghwa asks, throwing a soggy cafeteria french fry at him. “and stop saying her name.”

“jealous already, are you? that was quick. hana should do whatever y/n is doing.”

seonghwa rolls his eyes because he knows that certainly doesn’t warrant a response, gaze shifting from his friends to the tables in the cafeteria. he didn’t have physics today and skipped his other classes, thinking that, in this moment, he should’ve just sucked it up and went. 

“y/n?” yunho asks, plopping down in his seat with a second serving of soggy french fries. “how’s that shit show going?”

“worse than we could have ever imagined,” wooyoung says, “well, for him. but great for us. we’re not gonna have to do our own laundry for the rest of junior year.”

seonghwa side-eyes wooyoung as he repeats the conversation to yunho; it’s a far more dramatic telling, with terrible impersonations of your bored tone and his deeper one. 

“one day?” yunho says unintelligibly, eyes wide, mouth stuffed with french fries. “you really think it’s only gonna take one day?”

“that’s exactly what i said!”

seonghwa watches as yunho chews and swallows, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand before speaking again. 

“i’m not exactly familiar with heterosexual relationships and discourse but surely you need more than one day to-” 

“y/n alert, y/n alert, y/n alert! hot friend alert, hot friend alert, hot friend alert!”

the three men snap their heads to wooyoung and indiscreetly follow his gaze, watching as you, the purple-haired girl and a tall man plop down at a four-person table. 

“who’s that guy with them?” hongjoong asks, “does y/n have a boyfriend?”

“not that i know of,” seonghwa says, about to make a snarky comment about no one having the ability to tolerate you before yunho opens his mouth.

“if she does, it’s not that guy,” the man says casually, taking a sip from his drink. “he’s gayer than me.” 

“who’s gayer than a guy who kisses dudes?”

yunho side eyes wooyoung with a smirk he can’t stop, shaking his head before the boy, per usual, continues talking. 

“and how do you even know that? you looked at him for .2 seconds.”

“it’s obvious,” yunho says, “i’d bet my laundry for the rest of my life.”

but no one is brave or confident or stupid enough to take another bet this month, everyone’s nosy gazes finally leaving the table; there’s a rare few moments of silence in the group, just the chewing of french fries and sipping of drinks, before hongjoong speaks.

seonghwa knew he wasn’t gonna like it just from the amusement and challenging tone in his first word.

“well,” the man says, seonghwa meeting his friends gaze. “let’s see your one night is all i need plan in action, man. go talk to her.”

“fuck no.”

“c’mon, pussy,” hongjoong says, knowing this is only gonna get wooyoung and even yunho to start fucking with him too. “we wanna see this overwhelming connection and charisma you’re so confident in.”

“you know i’m good for it,” seonghwa says, a roll of his eyes that makes hongjoong snort. “you’ve seen it.”

because if there’s one thing seonghwa’s been since college started two years ago, it’s been an absolute man whore heartbreaker; even with hana on his tail, his body count is higher than he likes to admit. 

and he’s learned the most important lesson of them all: always have a box of condoms in your bedside table, car, and wallet. 

“i’ve seen it, yes, but i haven’t seen it with a girl who can’t stand you,” hongjoong says, “in fact, invite her to the party this saturday. if you’re so confident.”

“how do you know she can’t stand me?” seonghwa asks, ignoring the challenge of inviting you out this weekend. “you don’t know her.”

“wooyoung told me. he knows everything.”

seonghwa looks at his friend who’s watching the conversation with an amused smirk. 

“what?” he says, mock innocence in his voice. “it is true.” 

“you don’t know anything, wooyoung. how many times do we have to say this?

“we?” he asks, “who’s we? you and hana? you’re starting to sound a lot like her you know,” wooyoung says, fearing that, now, since he spoke her name, she’s gonna swarm them.

“perhaps you wanna throw in the towel and commit to her finally then?” wooyoung continues, knowing he’s the very best at getting under people’s skin. 

“you know how couples start to talk like each other? i think after all this time, boys, we finally lost ‘em to-”

seonghwa is shooting out of his seat and making his way over to you before he can stop himself, anything to get away from wooyoung’s nonsense shit talking. it quickly switches to deep laughter and immature hollering, seonghwa clenching his jaw as he approaches your table. 

“what are we thinking?” yunho asks, “i give him a solid two and a half minutes.”

“two minutes my ass,” wooyoung says, “thirty seconds, at most. wouldn’t be surprised if she kicks him in the nuts after ten.”

“i say a little over a minute,” hongjoong guesses, the three pairs of eyes stuck on the way your gaze immediately narrows when you see seonghwa stop in front of you.

“oh, this is gonna be so-”

“good!” yunjin spits out sassily, “don’t come! me and y/n will go to the party this weekend without you.”

“i already told you i’m not going yunjin,” you mumble under your breath, eyes focused down on your textbook. 

“yunjin, give it a rest already,” mingi groans, his head pounding from his friend’s chatter. “your persistence is what’s gonna drive bestie y/n into my arms.”

“oh okay! sorry i want her to have fun, mingi, i just think it would be-”

“what’s fun for us might not be fun for y/n and, judging from the look on her face right now, it looks like she’d rather blow her brains out then-”

“hey, y/n.”

you saw him coming, could hear those ridiculous boots coming from a mile away, and yet, the sound of his voice still makes your skin prickle; it’s one thing to harass you when you’re alone or in class but to do it so boldly in front of your friends? 

in front of his friends who you know are watching like a giddy group of school boys?

“what do you want?” 

“just wanted to come and say hi,” he says, voice low before his gaze shifts to yunjin and mingi. “hi again. hey man.”

“hello,” yunjin says, keeping her words purposely short. mingi only looks at the man warily, not able to gauge your reaction before settling on a “what’s up?”

seonghwa’s gaze quickly flickers back to you. 

“what are you doing this weekend?”

“we were actually trying to-” yunjin’s voice gets muffled and you can only guess that mingi had covered it with his hand; he is quickly working his way up the bestie list. 

“homework,” you reply shortly, tongue poking into your cheek. he’s not about to really do this right now. approach you like this and then have the audacity to roll his eyes at you. 

“y/n, can’t you take a break? you’re always doing work,” he says, so shameless even with company. “there’s a party on saturday. you should-”

“no.”

“you didn’t even let me-”

“no.”

“you gotta at least let me-”

“no.”

“so i won’t see you at the party saturday?”

“n- wait,” you say, catching yourself right before you made the fateful mistake; he would’ve taken that and ran with it. the smirk on his face tells you that with absolute certainty. 

“you’re too quick,” he mumbles, a shake of his head that makes you roll your eyes. 

“and you’re too annoying thinking that we’re friends.”

“we are friends. you agreed to tutor me, y/n, did you forget?”

“i will if you don’t leave this table right now.”

it’s a stare down that scares the shit out of everyone watching - one because yunjin and mingi have never seen this side to you and two because, even from across the room, seonghwa’s friends can tell he doesn’t know how to actually handle you. 

his body language isn’t like the seonghwa they know - always genuine confidence and an air of grandiosity - it’s... tenser. broad shoulders tight, head cocked ever so slightly, they’d bet if they could see his face, his jaw would be clenched. 

it’s just as intriguing as it is funny, the three of them bumping elbows and holding back snorts.

“i’ll leave if you agree to come.”

“seonghwa,” you growl under your breath, a smirk threatening to pull at his lips. 

something about the way he’s approached you today has made you more angry than the other times, seonghwa’s gaze moving to mingi. he’s watching you and him closely, his hand still over the purple-haired girl’s mouth (he thinks her name is yunjin) and his eyes unreadable. 

if he was your boyfriend, or even someone you had an interest in dating, he’d probably say something. maybe he’s your hana and for that, he feels an ounce of sympathy for you. 

it’s then the tall man’s mouth forms into a small smile. 

“might be a good time to go, man,” mingi says, his deep voice low and warning. “don’t think you’re gonna change her mind.”

“you don’t know me very well then,” he says, mingi’s eyes narrowing the same time you scoff. that snaps his attention right back to you, the way your eyes are burning into him and, for once, you’re not so cool, calm and collected. 

“just think about it, y/n,” seonghwa says, ignoring the way you roll your eyes. his lips pull into a smirk as he licks at his lips, craning his neck down at you. “one night of fun won’t kill you.”

you swallow the lump that’s formed in your throat, seonghwa catching the slight tick in your jaw. his eyes linger over your face for a few seconds too long, too long for you to notice he caught something you try so desperately to hide.

as quick as it appeared, though, it was gone, and you turned away from him and back to your textbook dismissively. mingi takes one last look at him before seonghwa turns around, your shoulders only relaxing when you can tell he’s gone.

“who was that?” mingi asks tentatively, like he’s approaching an injured, vulnerable animal. “how do you know him?”

“he’s the asshole from her...”

yunjin’s words freeze on command when you look at her, her last words of “physics class...” mumbled under her breath. mingi raises a brow as he looks between you, yunjin and then to the table seonghwa retreated to, watching as his friends kick and swat him playfully.  

“wow. wow, wow, wow,” wooyoung says, seonghwa already regretting sitting back down. “a whopping 43 seconds for you to get atrociously humbled. that was so embarrassing.” 

“you really think one night is gonna be enough?”

“we could’ve given you a fucking year and that wouldn’t be enough,” hongjoong cackles, slapping seonghwa on the back. “that chick wants you to burn.”

“her name is y/n.”

“her name is seonghwa’s mortal enemy.”

the man can only roll his eyes and block out his obnoxious friends, his gaze boldly moving back to the table to see you leaving it alone. 

he sees your two friends watching with a confused, concerned expression, his own face contorting painfully when he catches hana walking through the front door.

great.

“y/n, do you remember what happened?”

those were the first words you recall hearing when you woke. it was an unrecognizable, soft spoken voice, the steady beeps of a heart monitor and the harsh stench of antiseptic in the air.  

you couldn’t feel anything but immense pain all over - your shoulder, hip, and left leg were aching like you’ve never felt before - but the feeling in your stomach was worse.

was a different type of pain: this knotted, gutted, dreadful pit that you couldn’t explain but was so palpable. 

“y/n? can you hear me?”

you can hear her, you can see her, but you can’t respond. the lights are shining bright and the walls are even brighter, memories and sounds playing in your head that don’t feel like yours.

flashes of glass and blood and a terrifying heat, screams that you recognize but can’t quite place. you think they might be yours but there someone else’s too. you think they might be-

“y/n? do you remember what happened?”

you recognize that voice immediately and it pulled you from your trance. your dad was hunched over the bed with bags down his cheeks and a terrifying emptiness in his eyes.

you wanna speak but your throat is scratchy - are you even able to speak anymore?

your dad grabs you a glass of water from your bedside table, gulping the small paper cup in one go. 

“d-dad,” you eventually say, eyes wandering to the two nurses and doctor in the doorway. “wh-where am i-” you begin to say, but you already know where you are.

the hospital - that much is obvious.

“wh-what happened?” you ask, watching your dad’s eyes somehow grow emptier. “why am i here?”

he bites his lip so maybe a sob doesn’t slip out or maybe because it’s habit, his adams apple bobbing as he swallows. 

“y/n, i...”

the room is silent, the world seems silent, except for the steady beat of your still pounding heart on the monitor. 

it’s a sickening reminder that you’re alive, still breathing, since you lived through something you can’t remember because your brain is trying to protect you for a few more seconds. 

“do you remember... anything that happened, y/n? anything at all?”

everyone can tell the second you do. 

you remember everything. 

the heart monitor starts to beep quicker, your hands gripping the scratchy hospital sheets as you look frantically around the room. the doctors eyes fill with pity and your dad’s head drops, the feeling of being unable to breathe quickly sneaking up on you. 

the yelling. 

the screeching of tires on wet asphalt. 

the crash. 

the fire.

you start hearing your own tortured screams met back with silence, the silence you were so desperate for until you got it, and the silence you’re being met with right now. 

“wh-where is she?” you dare to ask, your voice breathy and shaky and oh, my god you really can’t breathe. “where is she? what happened?”

sometimes, it’s a particular sound that will bring a person’s memories back but the silence was doing that for you. the deafening, eerie, all-consuming silence at having no one respond back to you again. 

“someone answer me!” 

you don’t hear yourself scream those words but know you’re the only one speaking so it must’ve been you, tears gathering in your eyes as your chest starts to heave. 

as the monitor beeps so viciously, you’re not surprised to see another doctor rush in. 

“where is she? what happened? where- where is my-”

your face is wet when you wake up with a gasp, chest heaving as you frantically sit up and look around the room. 

you can make out yunjin sleeping from the faint night light plugged into the wall, the bright moon shining through your window and a gentle breeze blowing through the blinds. 

you were out of your bed and slipping your feet into slippers before you could even properly take the deep breaths you need, shaky, uneven breaths you were managing to keep quiet all the way to the elevator.

you slump against the wall once the doors close, your eyes slipping shut and bare shoulders pressed back on the cold metal. you welcome the sting that would normally make you squeal, your face so wet and sticky, you probably should have washed it first. 

the cold air is as much a saving grace as the bench is outside your dorm building, collapsing down as you put your head in your hands. you keep your eyes trained on the tiny blades of grass growing between the cracks in the concrete, sucking air in and out, in and out.

you don’t even realize you start tracing your fingers until your hand falls in your lap, gaze shifting from the grass to your own skin. you inhale as your finger trails up your thumb, curving around the nail you’ve bitten down to the nub before slowly exhaling.

it’s been a while since you’ve had a nightmare of that flashback. you couldn’t remember the last time you were thrown back into that eerie, sterile hospital room. 

despite not remembering much of your stay there, you know it was, without a  doubt, the worst two weeks of your life. 

when it wasn’t your doctor softly explaining how lucky you were, to the point where you finally spoke and proceeded to curse him out, it was one of the hospital psychiatrists. 

you would never admit it at the time but reflecting back, she was probably one of the best professionals you could’ve had at that time. she was kind and soft-spoken but was also honest with you.

didn’t say any of the bullshit everyone else was saying because they didn’t know what to say.

she warned you that your life was gonna be different. that you probably already knew that and were seeing it, feeling it, more and more each day. 

she didn’t beat around the bush about survivors guilt and its lingering effects. 

how you’re gonna have some of the worst, scary, all-consuming thoughts of your life and that, no matter what anyone says, you’re not gonna be able to believe you were meant to stay while she was taken. 

there wasn’t any cheesy ‘you were kept for a reason’ or ‘it wasn’t your time’ - it was just simply how the event unfolded. and how, going forward, you’ll be able to cope with it as a person who survived a terrible accident. 

one d.o.a. and one survivor.

you’ll never forget hearing that in passing once from the gossipy nurses.

you’re not sure how long you sit there and just breathe, trying everything in your power to push those thoughts away and focus on your breaths. the cold is causing your finger tips to grow numb, and your cheeks to redden, but you know you’re not ready to go back in yet.

you don’t even know what time it is or if yunjin woke up but you know you have to-

“y/n?”

at first, you think (hope, wish, pray to god if there even is one above) that you’re hearing things. that the deep voice which fills your empty shell of a body up with so much annoyance is all in your head. 

you’ve managed to avoid seonghwa all week in physics after the stunt he pulled in the cafeteria on tuesday. you started showing up strictly on time, knowing that seonghwa would have to claim his seat in the back right before class started.

and then before the professor could even get the words, “see you next week,” out of his mouth, you were gone.

you were successfully avoiding park seonghwa so you figured you had to be hearing things. that your mind was playing tricks on you in your most vulnerable state, with the person who was threatening to pull you out of it purely out of spite and lust. 

but when you hear it again, that deeply uttered “y/n?”, and the voice appears to be closer, you have a sinking feeling that the man is right in front of you. 

you look up and that’s exactly where you see him. 

the bright lights lining the path shine down on his face, a black sweatshirt covering his body with his hood pulled up; if you weren’t so used to his voice, he would’ve scared the shit out of you. 

you fear your voice will be shaky. 

that he’ll see your tear-stained face under the glow of the moon and be as nosy and persistent as he’s been since something switched in him a few weeks ago. 

you fear if he says the wrong thing, you’re just gonna break down because it’s been so long since you’ve heard yourself ask where is my-

“seonghwa,” you say, voice so low it’d be hard to make out any emotion or quiver. “what are you doing here?”

“i should be asking you that,” seonghwa says, his tone one you haven’t quite heard. it’s teasing, though only a little. some of it is laced with a genuine curiosity which, you suppose, is warranted - but, still, you don’t respond. 

you relish in the quiet campus and this man, whose intentions aren’t clear, not hearing your post nightmare voice. 

“for real, though, what are you doing out here?” he finally asks, “it’s cold. and three o’clock in the morning.”

you bite the inside of your cheek as a gust of wind blows, the lump in your throat spasming - of all the people to run into at this hour, it had to be him. 

“i enjoy sitting out to freeze. its peaceful, when i do it alone.”

a smirk threatens to pull at his lips and he knows he probably should just leave you be.

you’ve been avoiding him like the plague and there’s that edge in your voice you always seem to have when talking with him.

but your face looks more bothered than usual. the redness under your eyes and the fuzzy pajamas covering your body are only making him more intrigued.

you intrigue him in ways he doesn’t wanna think about, in ways that baffle him because never in his life has a woman given him shit the way you have. 

“if it wasn’t the middle of the night, i’d agree,” seonghwa says, the campus, while well-lit, dark and completely empty at this hour. 

“you’re out in the middle of the night, too.”

“i’m walking to my car, not sitting on a bench all cryptically in pajamas.”

a scoff leaves you as you roll your eyes, looking over to see the campus really is empty; you’re surprised, too, since it’s a friday night.

you thought there’d be at least a few drunks stumbling around, the very first being your floor mate kristabelle riley. 

your teeth sink into your cheek when you look back over to see him looking at you, your gaze narrowing because you hate when he does that. he came for your ‘staring problem’ on the first day but then proceeds to examine you like you’re some kind of science experiment. 

“well, you should get going then,” you blurt out, your red, freezing hands shooing him away. “your car’s not here.”

“no? i usually park in the middle of campus.”

your lips twitch but you don’t dare give him a smile, knowing he’ll take that as an invitation to sit down; but then you seemed to have forgotten that park seonghwa doesn’t feel like he ever needs an invitation.

he does what he wants, when he wants it, and doesn’t care who gets offended. he’s sitting beside you before you can even tell him to go away. 

you angrily side eye him as he takes in the cold, desolate area, his broad shoulders relaxing as he sticks his hands in his pockets.

“you know what,” he says after a few minutes causing your eyes to roll. “you might be onto something, y/n. this is pretty peaceful.”

the peacefulness remains as you both stay silent, him because he truly seems to be taking in the cold night air and you because you’ve had a bad enough night as it is; your hot mortal enemy will surely only make it worse.

“you’ve been avoiding me.”

his words cause your neck to crane to him, his eyes trained on the row of trees and bushes in front of you. 

“what?”

he meets your gaze with a quirked eyebrow, lips pulled into a straight line. you can see that look of challenge that always seem to be behind his eyes. that stares right into your soul and makes you fear he can see something in you.

he attempts to do your own tactic of staying quiet but he’s a fool to think you’ll fall for your own tricks. 

“i said, you’ve been avoiding me,” he finally repeats, expression unreadable. it occurs to you in this moment there’s a small chance he might be a psycho. “don’t think i haven’t noticed the teachers pet is just getting to class on time and then hauling ass out.”

“there you go again, showing a vast interest in me and my habits,” you mutter, not able to keep the sarcasm out of your tone.

“well, should i not be interested?” he counters, “you’re my friend after all. my friend slash tutor.”

“not your friend. barely a tutor,” you say, before you can’t help but snap your head at him. “so, seriously seonghwa, what do you want from me?”

there’s that same tick in your jaw he noticed the other day, a look so heavy and deep in your eyes, he doesn’t know what to make of it. if he was a different type of man, he’d see it and feel for you.

because he at least knows it’s a look you don’t get from having an easy, happy life - but a sick part of him is intrigued by that. 

a part of him like this chase, the back and forth, the banter and snark that you provide. 

a part of him longs to see those rare hints of smiles and smirks that come out which leaves him confident he intrigues you a little bit too. 

“why do i have to want something?” he asks, “can’t i just get to know you?”

“you obviously want something,” you say, brows pulled together as you shake your head. 

“yes,” he admits, watching your eyes narrow at him even more. “i want to get to know you, i want to know why you dislike me so much, and, most importantly, i want you to come to the party tomorrow.”

you take his words for what they are, giving him a blank stare that only causes him to smile.

“what?” he asks, the way he’s looking at you right now terrible for your already knotted stomach; it should be a sin to be this attractive. “you think i’m bullshitting you?”

“i don’t know what to think of you, seonghwa,” you mutter, moving your gaze to the row of bushes he was looking at. “i don’t know why you’d want any of that.”

and that’s not because you’re someone with low self-esteem, you like to think you were raised in a way that gave you confidence, you just genuinely have no idea why he’d want to get to know you.

you’re cute enough, you suppose, but there are girls way prettier. and nicer. and probably way more susceptible to the charms of someone who looks like him.

you would be, if you weren’t on track for something else. 

or, at least, trying really really hard to be on track for something else. something you need to do to be okay with the fact that you’re still on this god forsaken earth. 

“i don’t know why either,” seonghwa says, knowing it’s a safe answer and close enough to one of the many truths; but, of course, because he’s dealing with you, it’s not a good enough answer.

he should’ve figured that you’d see right through it.

“you don’t know why but you start harassing me out of the blue for the past two and a half weeks?”

“are you counting the minutes too?”

your eyes narrow and you have half the mind to get up and leave - who knew the trick to dealing with post nightmare panic was an obnoxious, irritating man - but you much prefer to give him the silent treatment.

ignore him and his stupid comments until he can’t handle not being acknowledged anymore. 

“i have an idea,” he says, causing you to reluctantly make eye contact again; this should be good. “you come to the party tomorrow, i won’t sit next to you in class anymore.”

it really isn’t a fair deal, since he only sits up there for less than fifteen minutes, but it’s enough to make you consider it. 

you’d be able to start getting there early the way you like to, not have to worry about walking in the room and seeing his stupid smug face right in your front spot. 

but at the cost of a party? that was a rule you made for yourself almost immediately - not that you’d really have fun, knowing he’d be there waiting to harass you, but still. 

“i see you thinking,” he hums playfully, ignoring him with a blank stare. “c’mon, i know how much it’s killing you not to show up an hour early anymore.”

“you don’t know anything,” you spit, voice biting, as cold as the air whipping you in the face - he’s not correct, it’s not killing you - you’d just... prefer it.

you also know for a fact yunjin and mingi would throw a fit if you told them you were down to go tomorrow. 

but do you really want this obnoxious man thinking he has any power here? he already got you to tutor him in physics. 

“just think about how nice it’d be, y/n,” he says, his low voice beside you paired with the cold chill a deadly combination. “the front row empty, except for your lab partner. you get all your shit out and prepare to answer every god damn question the professor asks. you’ll even be able to-”

“okay, okay, i get it,” you snap, head whipping over to see a smirk pulling at his lips. his eyes search for your face and you hope that the tear-stained puffiness is gone (although you’re sure it is and replaced by a sneer).

your heart pounds the longer the gaze is held, both of you intent on keeping it. him because he can’t quite read you and you because you’re too stubborn to break it. 

he can’t understand you at all. 

how a girl just starting out what’s supposed to be the best time of her life could seem so bitter and lifeless. how the only time you have any hint of emotion in your eye is when you’re looking at him with disdain. 

how the one time he decides to fixate on a girl, it’s someone like you.

“you get it but you’re not saying anything,” he says, that smirk and his eyes and jesus christ, you have to get it together. “enough of this silly silent treatment, y/n.”

although your mind is made up, now you have to remain silent. eyes wide, brow quirked, bouncing your gaze around from him to the dorm building to the trees and bushes over his shoulder. 

you wonder how long you can keep this up, the tips of your fingers now numb. you wonder how long he’ll let it happen, if he’s just as stubborn as you or-

“i think i’d feel more inclined to leave right now if you didn’t stop talking my-”

“i’ll be at the party tomorrow.”

you can’t help but smile in amusement at the look of shock that crosses his face, tongue poking your cheek so you don’t giggle. 

“did i- did i hear you right? you’ll come?”

“as long as you never speak to me in physics again, yes.”

“ah, ah, now that wasn’t the deal,” he says, shaking his head with a glint in his eye. “i only said the beginning. and that i wouldn’t sit in the front.”

if your eyes shot out daggers, he knows he’d be dead - but because they don’t, a deep chuckle leaves him. 

“maybe by the end of it, you’ll hate me less.”

“maybe by the end of it, i’ll hate you even more.”

“not sure that’d be possible at this rate.”

a smile pulls at your lips again so you take great interest in our own frozen hands, seonghwa catching it and biting back a smile of his own before a gust of winds blows your way. 

under the dim light, he catches how red your skin is. 

“what were you doing out here tonight anyway?” he asks, once again looking over you and your pajamas. “looks like you stumbled out of bed.”

a lump forms in your throat because, for a moment, you’d almost forgotten. you’d almost forgotten because that’s exactly what happened, with panic lodged in your throat and a burning ache in your lungs. 

with booming words and a silence that was deafening. 

“y/n? do you remember what happened?”

the yelling.

the screeching of tires on wet asphalt.

“do you remember... anything that happened, y/n? anything at all?”

the crash.

the fire.

“where is she? someone answer me! what happened? where- where is my-”

“y/n!”

you hear the heavy metal door followed by the sound of yunjin’s yelp, head craning back to see her clobbering down the pathway. she’s in her sleeping shorts and pink slippers, messy hair moving side to side before she’s looking in that direction.

“y/n! is that you?”

you press your lips together at her frantic voice, half of you painfully aching while the other half wants to laugh.

“hi, yunjin.”

“god, you were out here for so long i started to freak myself out!” she squeals, rushing to your side with her eyes on you. “are you okay out here? it’s freezing! did you have a-”

something about your face must cause her words to halt, brows pulled together in confusion before, finally, she notices the mass of black clothing and dark, nosy, annoyingly beautiful eyes next to you.  

“jesus christ! the a- seonghwa! the seonghwa! you scared the shit out of me!”

“nice to see you again the yunjin.”

“oop you remembered my name,” she says, teeth sinking into your lip so you don’t smile; four a.m. is not a good time apparently. she looks to you with a look of, both, suspicion and excitement. 

“he remembered my name,” she whispers, loud enough for the boy to still hear her.

“y/n remembered that i was a junior.”

“oh-me-gee! you’re a junior?” yunjin squeals, “do you know-”

“that it’s 4 am and my hands are about to freeze off?”

yunjin looks down to see your red hands, a gasp leaving her mouth before she smacks you softly. 

“y/n! what the heck! you can’t be out in the cold for so long.”

“tried to tell her but she wouldn’t stop talking my ear off,” seonghwa says, earning him one of your dirty side-eyes that has his cold lips pulling into a smile. 

he rises to his full height as he sticks his hands in his pockets, looking down at you once more. you keep eye contact because it’s a challenge and you’ve been doing it all night. 

because something about the way he looks at you leaves you knowing, as much as you fight it, as irritating as he is, a part of you is interested in him; whether it be purely lustful or shallow, which you think it might be, the interest in there. 

and you swear you can see it right back in his eyes too.

“don’t stay out much longer,” he says, your narrowed gaze telling him you don’t take well too demands. “i’ll see you tomorrow. both of you, i presume,” seonghwa says, a smirk on his face as he looks to yunjin.

he doesn’t know the girl but he has a feeling she’s gonna freak when she finds out. 

“tomorrow?” she can’t help but squeak, seonghwa smirking at the way your eyes bore into him. “what’s tomorrow?”

seonghwa walks away with a sarcastic wave, his tall frame retreating just as yunjin pulls you up - her strength for someone her size is concerning. 

“ouch,” you mutter quietly, although not in pain. yunjin must know it too because she completely ignores you, eyeing you with a glint, like she already knows the plan that seonghwa blackmailed you into. 

“what’s tomorrow, y/n?”

(part 3)

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[violetwitch12087]

Hi!! Can I please request an angst fic about Kit Walker and a female reader, with both being patients in Briarcliff? Specific plot entirely up to ur imagination. Tysm 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

Yes i love this idea so much thank you for requesting my love mwahhh🫶 also sincere apologies i have not been active at all😰

Also warnings: mentions of racism, physical altercation, mentions of murder, punishment by cane, and mentions of attempted sewerside as well as SH 🙀

You and kit both got sent to the asylum but kit ends up getting into an altercation and you take the blame, making him feel bad and you both eventually end up telling each other what happened to get into the asylum

Innocent (kit kit bo bit banananana fo fit fe fi mo mit kit)

Kit groans as water is thrown at his naked body harshly he finally gets 'clothes' to put on and he gets sent to the common room an angry and confused look on his face i watch as he walks past everyone there seems like theres something different in him but i cant put my finger on it, i watch as he looks around the room unsure and confused, i watch his every move, wondering if i should try to talk to him or help him

He aimlessly wanders around the room he walks over to the record player and i notice hes about to turn the song off, i take one last hit of the cigarette bud in between my fingers before pressing the red hot bud into a tray the smoke burning out, i stand up and walk over to him, gently grabbing his arm, he turns to me quickly, looking confused at me

"come over here, you don't wanna turn that song off" i say, gesturing over to the couch i was sitting on, he hesitantly walks over to me, unsure if he should trust me, i sigh and sit on the couch, he sits down next to me "you're new here right?" I ask turning to him and he nods "yeah, i am" he says and i nod, "you don't seem to be out of it or anything, why'd they throw you in here?" I ask, my curiosity getting the best of me "its... a long story.." i nod, not wanting to pry

"well be careful, that song stays on for as long as me and you are here, they'll go crazy without it, trust me ive learned all the rules the hard way, and sister jude doesn't mess around about anything, you'll be lucky if you walk out her office with only 5 wounds, getting the cane is not enjoyable unless youre into that sorta thing, i dont judge" i say, trying to lighten the mood a bit as well and see if i should befriend him or if hes actually crazy like the rest of the people in here, a slight small smile appears on the corner of his mouth but quickly vanishes "ill make sure to keep that in mind" he says, starting to slightly want to continue talking to me

A small smile comes onto my face but it goes away as soon as it came "good, if you have any questions just ask me alright?" I assure and he gives a small nod slightly unsure if he should trust me "also, before i forget, im y/n" i introduce myself and he nods "kit" he adds and i nod testing his name out on my tongue "kit... is it short for something?" he nods "yeah, maybe ill tell you in the future what its short for" he says and i slightly snarl playfully "oh so you're a tease?" I add and i see the corner of his mouth lift again "maybe"

i sigh and lean back in my seat, playfully rolling my eyes "then lets see how this plays out kitty" i call him a silly nickname i made up on spot and his lip tilts slightly more up "you're right, lets see" he sits back in his chair, maybe this won't be as bad as i thought...

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Kits been in the asylum for about a week or two and we've actually gotten closer which is surprising, i sit on the couch in the main room and kit walks over to sit next to me, just as kit is about to talk to me about something a big guy comes over and stands in front of us "arent you bloody face?" he snarls at kit and he quickly catches my attention, bloody face? "You dont know what you're talking about" kit snarls

"i heard you killed women yeah? and the last one was your wife, heard she was a colored woman, you couldn't handle the fact that people wouldnt accept you guys right? you hated the fact you were with a colored woman?" he tempts and kit quickly stands up and shoves the man, the man smirks and lifts his fist back before his fist collides with kits nose

I quickly rush over, grabbing the guy by the hair and attempting to pull him away making him wince and grab my wrist tightly, he twists my wrist and i wince out, quickly kicking him in the balls causing him to groan and bend over his legs pressed tightly together groans of pain escaping him, i turn to kit and quickly rush over to him attempting to clean the blood dripping from his nose when the doors open and sister jude comes walking in with some guards

i try to get kit from off the floor to act normal but its no use, the guards come over and detain all three of us, harshly grabbing our arms and wrists as they guide us to sister judes office, i know whats coming and i try to mentally prepare myself

We walk into the office and sister jude glares at us "what happened in there?" she snarls and kit tries to explain himself "that guy in there started it, he was tempting me" kit explains and she scoffs "no wonder you sinners get tempted so easily for too many things" she snarls and walks over to her case opening it, revealing her canes, she runs her fingers over the canes before picking one up, its a longer one with some leather on the handle "15 each." She says sternly and my eyes widen

She grabs kit and bends him over the desk, the back of his gown opens slightly revealing his ass, i watch as she lifts the cane and is about to swing it when i stop her "wait! no, its was all me, i tempted him, kit just got in the way, i swear!" I plead, taking the blame, i watch as she grabs kit and he stands up, he looks at me with an unexplainable look, one thats almost a mixture of confused and the opposite of relief and almost disbelief

Kit gets taken out of the room, looking at me with a pleading look, its not another moment until i find my face getting pressed against the desk, my dress getting pulled up to reveal my ass instead this time, til i feel a sharp sting on my ass, i wince out and another gets placed making me wince and grip the desk, another gets placed and more groans and winces escape me as i dig my nails into the wood and its not long till i take all 30 hits

Eventually i get thrown back out into the common room, my eyes seem slightly puffy and i walk over to kit, i go to sit down but wince when my bottom hits the seat, he looks at me with guilt and almost relief now "holy shit, y/n are you okay?" He asks and i nod "im fine, i swear" i half lie, and he places a hand on my shoulder and i meet his gaze "im so fucking sorry, you shouldnt have taken the blame, you should've let me, fuck im so sorry y/n" he apologizes and my gaze softens, i gently cup his cheek with one of my hands "im fine kitty, i promise." I reassure and he nods softly, his eyes soft like ive never seen before

"did you only get 15?" He asks and i shake my head "15 twice, so 30" i say and his eyes widen "fuck, no y/n theres no way you're possibly okay" he says and my thumb gently rubs against his cheek "i promise i am kitty, its not the first time ive gotten the cane okay?" He nods hesitantly before unexpectedly hugging me out of nowhere, i hesitate for a moment before hugging him back for a moment

I finally let go and sigh softly "it'll be okay kitty" i whisper and he nods "ill take your word.." he whispers and i feel something i havent in a while when i look into his eyes, but i quickly look away remembering what that guy said "uhm, was what that guy said true?" I ask softly and kit sighs slightly stressed

"no, i swear, ill tell you but you have to promise not to hate me or think im crazy after" he pleads and i nod, what could be so bad? "Okay, i promise kitty" he nods and hesitates for a moment before speaking "the night everything happened i was having a normal day, i was working at my gas station and dealing with assholes, i went home to my wife after getting fucked around with by my 'friend' and some of his pals, me and her were together until she went to go finish dinner for me and thats when i saw lights coming through the window" he says and my head tilts "lights?"

He nods "i thought it was my friend and his pals again, but it wasnt till i found myself getting thrown against the ceiling with everything else in my house, everything fell including me and i saw a big light, they took me, i dont know where or what they were, but i know that they werent human, they did something, I'm not sure what, i- i dont know what happened, next thing i know i find myself getting accused for murders i didnt and would never do, i would have never done that to my wife.." he finishes and im sat there half in shock

"i... actually believe you.." i whisper in disbelief and he looks at me in disbelief as well "you actually do?" I nod and he sighs in relief "i promise im not crazy, im gonna figure out what the fuck happened no matter what i have to do" he says and i nod "i-ill help." i blurt out without thinking and i see the corner of his mouth lift "really?" he asks and i nod "ill do anything to get the both of us out of here kit, i know we're both innocent.." he nods

"speaking of, what happened to get you in here?" he asks and i hesitate for a moment "u-uhm well, i guess it's only fair, but before i was admitted i had issues with anger issues and would snap at people without realizing causing people to dislike me, and i eventually got really depressed and my parents werent very good people, so one day when my parents werent home getting drunk after an argument i went into their room and grabbed pills from their restroom" i pause for a moment, a sigh escaping me as kit looks at me with sympathy

"i grabbed the pills and i took them all, i went to the kitchen and i was hurting myself and sobbing like an absolute mess, i still remember when the pills started to kick in and i started to regret it a lot, i could feel myself getting sick and my mouth drooling from the urge to throw up, i passed out on the floor and woke up with my parents above me, they said my mouth was starting to slightly foam and they took me to the hospital before sending me here because they couldnt and didnt want to handle me, i couldnt be trusted alone for really long time.." i finally finish talking, my gaze meets his and his eyes are filled with sympathy, he reaches out and grabs my hand catching me off guard

"you're doing great, im really proud of you for doing better now, despite the situation we're in" he admits and i feel something in my stomach, almost a fluttery feeling, are these...butterflies?

"t-thank you, kit.." i ask slightly in disbelief, used to getting called 'mental' or 'crazy' instead, he nods and gently squeezes my hand "i swear to do everything i can to help you and protect you y/n, i cant let myself let you get hurt" i look at him with soft eyes before abruptly hugging him once more, ive never felt like this towards someone, even outside the asylum

"dont worry y/n, we'll make it out of here together.." he reassures, "also, its kitson.." he says and i look at him confused "that's what kits short for, kitson.." he says and i find myself smiling slightly "cute name kitty.." maybe this wont be that bad...

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YIIPPPIIIEEEE I ACTUALLY MADE ANOTHER IMAGINE GUYS IM SO PROUD OF MYSELF anywhooo i hope u enjoy im really really sorry with how long i took i have not been motivated at all for like a year until recently 💀 i was goin through shit n wasnt doin good mentally but im all good now and i have a sweet loving girlfriend so life is good chat im actually very happy trust.

#evan peters #evan peters x reader #evan peters x female reader #kit walker x reader #kit walker #kitson henry walker #evan peters ahs #ahs #ahs asylum #ahs imagines #kit walker imagine #mwah ily

[sea-owl]

@eriskind

Oh I ABSOLUTELY want Yandere!Colin. I am DEPRIVED of Yandere!Colin. But I also yearn for it to be in PlatonicYandere!Eloise universe. Where it's the reason Penelope has no suitors as the Dark!Bridgertonsade sure everyone knew she was one of them and so Off Limits they don't wanna risk losing a hand by asking her to dance

I'm having thoughts from this comment.

I'm imagining a world where soulmates are real and the Bridgertons are all secretly Yanderes. The most valuable things to them are their soulmates and the family is raised that you are to do anything to protect and keep your soulmate. Lie, cheat, kill, frame, anything is on the table. The family that is so big on love that they become quite possessive of those who marry in, even if it is the soulmate of one of their siblings. It's part of the reason Violet is so hell bent on seeing all of her children married.

Colin was the first of the siblings to meet his soulmate.

When he went out ridding on the morning he met her, he was not expecting to be tossed off his horse due to a bonnet flying in his face. Colin found himself in the mud after that, the smell of pomegranate, lotus, and orchids infusing his senses.

Colin found himself hungering for more.

"I'm so sorry," a voice squeaked out.

Pulling the bonnet away from his face Colin looked up at a girl Eloise's age. Auburn red curls framing her soft round cheeks, and brown eyes. She reminded Colin of the stories he heard about greek nature spirits called nymphs. The smell that was coming off the bonnet was also on her.

Now normally the temper Colin hid so well would be raging and he would be thinking of several different ways to pay the girl back, but that isn't what he found himself doing this time.

Colin looked up at the girl and found himself laughing from pure joy. "Well, that wasn't well to do of me." Now standing Colin gently takes her hand and kisses her knuckles. Her face is bright red, reminding Colin of the forbidden fruit Hades used to trap Persephone in the Underworld. Colin found himself wanting to take a bite out of her. "May I know the name of my lovely bonnet assassin?"

"Penelope Featherington!"

Colin quickly hides the scowl on his face at his lovely nymph being interrupted. He has to stop himself from tearing her away from the older woman as well when she starts chastising his nymph.

"Colin! Are you alright?" Violet rushed over too. Though once she was closer her eyes narrowed in suspicion. Colin was still holding this nymph's hand.

"Perfectly fine Mother." Colin smiled.

On the way home Violet dragged Colin into the carriage with her and her two older daughters.

Violet stared down her son. "Colin Bridgerton you are to leave that girl alone-"

Colin smiled at the thought of his little nymph. "Mama, she's. . . my soulmate."

Daphne and Eloise stared at their brother; the whole family always thought they wouldn't start finding soulmates until Daphne was out in society. That's usually how it worked in the past anyway.

Violet's face lit up at the news. "Oh Colin. My lucky boy! We'll have to invite her over for tea!"

Colin looked over at his sisters. "Do you two think you could try befriending her? Propriety and etiquette says I can't," Colin spat the words out like they offended him.

They nod, and Eloise begins to scheme how she can get closer to the Featherington girl.

Once home Violet dragged Colin to Anthony's study, where he and Benedict were already trying to figure out a way to stop Colin from exacting revenge on his poor bonnet assassin.

"Oh boys," Violet practically sang. " Your brother has wonderful news to share."

Anthony and Benedict turned their attention onto their younger brother.

"I met my soulmate."

Benedict's eyes widened. "The Featherington girl from today?"

"My little bonnet assassin." Colin grinned.

Since that day Colin has been using his charm and manipulations to pull Penelope further into his web so tightly that she would never even think to leave him.

His family helped where they could. Eloise befriended his little nymph so they had a reason to bring her over. Anthony used his power as Viscount dig into any potential threats against Colin's claim. After he would give the files to his brother so he could do as he saw fit. If his little nymph was being accosted by some unworthy random man and he was not there Colin had given his siblings full permission to do whatever it took to get him away from her.

Oh yes, Colin planned to keep those strings around his little nymph tight.

Though it did feel like sometimes Penelope would weave those strings into what she wanted.

#colin better watch out because pen about to match energy #yandere bridgertons au #polin #penelope featherington #colin bridgerton #yandere colin bridgerton #bridgerton

[nogenderbee]

♡˗ˏ✎*ೃ˚ 𝕄𝕪𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕠𝕦𝕤 𝕚𝕕𝕠𝕝 ₊˚ˑ༄

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ anon request: Finally! Requests are open, at last! To speed things up, can I have the MMJ squad with male s/o whose personality is that of Ai Hoshino in Oshi no Ko? You know the anime, right? If so, thanks!

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ Omg hi!! Yes!! If you're the same anon as before, I'm so happy to finally see you when my requests were still open!

As for anime... I watched it just for you~ Only first episode because... it felt like enough after seeing the ending (don't wanna spoiler just in case since I'm planning on not many putting spoilers in this fic)

Anyway, I really hope you'll like it!

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ fluff, but can be read as platonic too

Affiliation with @virtualbookstore

✧ you're both idols! Minori thinks you're so similar and yet so different...

✧ her favorite female idol? Haruka with no doubt! Her favorite male idol? You with even less doubts!

✧ you're definitely more experienced than her so at first, she was so excited when she met you and was constantly noting your movements, and when you got closer, she even asked you for advices!

✧ but when you told her idol career is all about lies... she got a bit confused... she doesn't think so of her job! She loves it!!

✧ she get's some personal matters that need to be hid but changing your whole personality for cameras and fans? She couldn't...

"But why...? You'll never be happy with being an idol if you'll pretend to be someone you're not... How about... you join MMJ for a livestream? You can see how it is on our side without pretending!"

✧ when you got together, she noticed how your whole life is actually based on lied and... it didn't made her untrustful of you but more worried... and she decided to hopefully help you!

✧ she tried showing you how she works as idol and how she's being herself, and that some part of fans will still stay even if you change yourself

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@bleachtheidiot @yulikesminori - come get your Haruka fan!

✧ you remind Haruka of herself so much actually... she used to do be like that too

✧ one look at you and she'll know... she's been in idol career ever since she was a little child

✧ but despite you faking so much, she actually is quite impressed by you... she couldn't handle it anymore and yet here you are... doing what she couldn't

✧ but giving up her lies and becoming herself, and continuing her job with people she loves was the best choice she could make... so she wants the same for you!

✧ she wants to be your comfort space, especially if you two are close, so she'll often assure you, you can be yourself around her and she won't take advantage of anything or show to whole world who you really are

"Hey, I'm here for you, okey? No need to keep your 'idol persona'... I love you for the real you, please remember."

✧ if you won't be able to find any comfortable group or generally prefer to go solo, she'll just invite you to some of MMJ! practices and maybe even streams so you could see a bit different side of being an idol

✧ maybe she can't incite you to join MMJ! just like that but... she'll definitely use her contacts to find someone right for you! You don't even need to be a group from beginning, you could just try befriending them and who knows what'll come out of it?

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@bleachtheidiot - come get your penguin lover~

✧ Airi never liked idol's career for the exact your reason! You all are so fake!

✧ and don't get her wrong, she knows it's essential for big internet persona's but you're just lying about everything, even in your private life and then go around with your big ego!!

✧ yeah, it's a bit obvious you two didn't liked each other at first...

✧ but who knows, maybe that opinion of hers was what broke you? What got you to act like yo self around her?

✧ either way, if you somehow become closer, she'll scold you every time you're playing a role when it's just the two of you... and even if you're not, she'll encourage you to try showing yourself!

"Oh stop with that already!! I don't give a single crap about your 'gentleman persona'. Just be yourself and let's get this dinner before we starve!"

✧ need lessons onto how to fight for yourself? She's there to make anyone who says one bad word about your real self regret ever coming close!

✧ she's so tired of those lies, she'll even try helping you be truly happy from what you're doing, starting with inviting you as a guest to most of MMJ! streams, and maybe that'll show you you CAN be an idol and yourself!

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@bleachtheidiot - come get your tsundere idol~

✧ Shizuku knows exactly what you're doing... it just feels like people can't be satisfied with your real self, no?

✧ but luckily for her, her friend made her understand it doesn't have to be like that! So now, she'll try to be that someone for you as well

✧ she'll not only try showing you her perspective but also how much fans you have and that most of them would probably still like you

✧ she understands you work for agency but there's always a chance to negotiate something and maybe you'll be able to be more free in this career

✧ she's actually just concerned about your health since she knows how much constant pretending reflects on your mental....

✧ she doesn't really even mind the lies, in fact she probably doesn't even detect them that well... but she won't interrupt as long as they make you happy! She interrupts because she can see it won't end well...

✧ speaking of her always prioritizing your mental health... breaks are a MUST with her! She just loves making sure you get enough time to collect your thoughts and just breath... and you do too!

"Hey Y/N? How about we go to a cafe, to calm down after a long day? Or we could come to my house and I could make cookies if you're too tired to see people!"

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[helloalycia]

green-eyed monster [one] // alicia clark

summary: you're living at the stadium and have befriended Alicia, but that friendship gets rocky when a new girl joins and Alicia doesn't trust her.

warning/s: mentions of loss

author's note: it's been so long since i last shared anything i wrote and for that i apologise! happy new year firstly, legit cannot believe it's 2023. I've been working on a bunch of different stuff and never seem to finish any of it, hence why this is the first thing i'm sharing for a few months – i just happened to finally finish it!

for anybody who cares, i'm working on a several part lexa imagine (or short story depending on how long it ends up lol what can i say, i miss her), and i've almost finished writing my first lesbian fiction story which is exciting! i cannot wait to share more details on that with you closer to the time, but for now, thanks for being patient with me and i hope you enjoy part 1 of 2 to this alicia imagine because i miss her :))

part two / masterlist / wattpad

"You know how to ruin a girl's self esteem, you know that?"

"Oh, shut up. Stop being dramatic." Alicia rolled her eyes, trying not to laugh.

"What? Maybe I wanted to–"

"Start walking around the stadium with a safari hat on your head? Yeah, I'm sure you did."

I gave her a knowing look, doing all I could not to let my smile take over. "You know it looks good."

She held my stare, as if to make me see sense, but all it did was finally make her laugh. It was a good feeling, I won't lie, hearing her laughter and watching the twinkle in her eyes when she did.

"Don't worry, I won't embarrass you by wearing it," I assured her with an amused smile, removing the hat from my head. "But I know you secretly love it."

She grinned. "You're so annoying, d'you know that?"

I shrugged carelessly, smiling nonetheless. Hanging out with Alicia was always my favourite thing, even if it meant frustrating her to no end (AKA my favourite hobby). Ever since her and her family invited me to stay with them at their settlement – an old baseball stadium – I felt like me again. I'd been convinced I would spend the rest of my life struggling to find food and running from infected forever, but they changed that.

It was easy to befriend Alicia since she was around my age, one of the only ones here who was. But that was a few months ago, back when they were starting this place up. Now, it was different, but the 'damage' had been done and Alicia was stuck with me whether she liked it or not.

"We really need to sort these clothes out, so stop fooling around," she warned me with a stifled smile.

"Yeah, yeah..."

We were sorting through some clothes that had been picked up on recent supply runs, separating the unusable ones from the ones we could definitely wash and share out between everyone. But as always with Alicia, it was easy to get distracted.

As we continued to go through everything, neatening the piles of clothes up on the table, we were interrupted by Madison, Alicia's mum.

"...and this is my daughter, Alicia, who I was telling you about," she was saying, and I noticed she was showing somebody new around. "This is her friend, Y/N."

Alicia and I exchanged glances before stopping what we were doing. Madison and the stranger looked to us with smiles.

"Girls, this is Jade," Madison introduced the newbie. "She's going to be joining us here from today. We bumped into her on the latest supply run."

"I don't know if I'll be staying yet," Jade said with a friendly smile, giving Madison a knowing look as if referencing a prior conversation, "but Madison was kind enough to bring me along. It's great to meet you both."

"Trust me, you'll wanna stay," I said jokingly, knowing that exact mentality because it was the same one I had when I first arrived. "It's nice to meet you, Jade."

"Yeah, it's nice having you here," Alicia added with her signature smile, enough to make anyone weak in the knees, or maybe just me. "The more the merrier."

"I'm just showing her around the place to let her have a feel for how things are," Madison explained, before noticing what we were doing and looking to Jade. "The girls are just sorting through our findings, clothes-wise. Kind of like shopping but without the money."

"Without the money but with the mean comments," I corrected, giving Alicia a knowing glance, and she rolled her eyes with amusement.

"It was a stupid hat, Y/N, you know it was."

"Whatever."

Alicia's smile widened before she looked to her mum. "I don't mind finishing up the tour if you want. I know you have a lot to do."

"You sure, hon?"

"Y/N an' I will both do it," she said, nudging me in the side when she mentioned my name.

"I guess we will," I said when Madison and Jade looked to me expectantly.

"Great," Madison said with a relieved smile. To Jade, she added, "I leave you in their capable hands."

"Fine by me," Jade said with a chuckle.

And so that was how I found myself giving a tour to the new girl with Alicia. It wasn't too bad since it was a nice change of pace from the usual daily chores, and it was also fun to get to know somebody who was similar in age and wasn't Alicia (not that I didn't love hanging out with her). Jade was chill, funny and laidback. Very confident with herself, which could be a little intimidating sometimes, and a little flirtier than I expected, but she seemed lovely.

Alicia and I showed her around the place – the cattle we had, the irrigation system that was rigged up, the rooms we were building – with hopes of subtly convincing her to stay. As Alicia said, the more that joined us, the merrier it was.

From what little Jade revealed, she didn't have any family or a group to rely on, she was just alone, so it seemed like the perfect opportunity to have her start over here.

"You don't need to make any decisions now, or even today," Alicia said to her at the end of our tour. "Stay the night, catch up on your sleep, and then decide. But it could be a fresh start is all."

Jade nodded gratefully.

"It doesn't seem real, but it is," I added with a small smile. "It was the fresh start I was looking for. Could be yours, too."

"Thanks, both of you," Jade said, looking between us. "You've been amazing tour guides. Certainly gave me a lot to consider."

"Don't forget to leave us a five star review on Yelp," I joked, barely getting to add more before Alicia slapped me on the back of the head.

"Ignore her, she's just an idiot," she said to Jade when I frowned.

Jade laughed as I shot Alicia a sideways glare.

"Come on, we finished just in time to grab some dinner," Alicia said, ignoring me.

Even when she was annoyed at me, she still had my attention, I wouldn't lie.

So, Jade decided to stay.

It didn't take much convincing, and the next day, she'd already made up her mind. Naturally, she began to hang around with Alicia and I since we were the only people she knew and the only ones similar to her age. That's when I discovered that her overly-friendly and flirty nature wasn't a one-off, but rather something she kept up the longer we got to know each other.

It was always little compliments she'd throw my way, or certain times I'd catch her staring at me and she'd completely own it rather than looking away. At first I was flustered considering I hadn't been on the receiving end of someone's interest in a long time, but then I began to enjoy it for the same reason. I hadn't been involved with anybody romantically for a while, so it was – dare I say it – fun to have the attention. Besides, it wasn't anything serious, so why not enjoy it?

Funnily enough, as I began to like having Jade around, Alicia was the opposite. Whereas I appreciated her friendliness, Alicia began to become suspicious of it. It wasn't entirely obvious, but I'd come to know the green-eyed girl very well. Enough to read her curious expressions whenever Jade was within her vicinity. She even approached me about it once, shortly after Jade lent me one of her books because she knew I wanted something new to check out.

"Don't you think Jade is a bit too nice sometimes?" she asked me with a raised brow, eyes following the girl in question as she walked away.

I tried not to laugh. "What do you mean? How can someone be too nice?"

"You know... she's just always listening and being thoughtful and hasn't started any arguments since being here." Her eyes were still on Jade's retreating figure, leaving me suspicious.

"I mean, do you want her to start an argument? Isn't it a good thing that she's settling in?" When she didn't answer, I tilted my head forward so she would look at me. "Alicia?"

Finally looking my way, Alicia straightened up. "I don't know. I just think it's worth keeping an eye on her. Something feels off about her."

I couldn't understand what Alicia saw – Jade was getting on with everybody perfectly. She'd settled in this past week splendidly, falling into place like she'd always belonged. The only explanation I could think of was jealousy, which made me smile teasingly.

"It sounds like somebody's jealous that I've got a new friend," I joked, putting my arm around her shoulder, making her cross her arms and scoff in response. "Alicia, you know there's nothing wrong with Jade. It's okay to be jealous."

"You're being so stupid," she defended weakly. "I'm not jealous. I'm serious."

"Look, you'll always be my favourite," I continued to tease her, finding so much amusement in it. "Alicia Clark is irreplaceable. Even if she is a green-eyed monster right now."

If it was jealousy that was changing her opinion on Jade, it was unnecessary. If she knew that I'd already fallen head over heels for her, she definitely wouldn't doubt a thing.

"Forget it," Alicia mumbled, nudging my arm off her shoulder and walking the other way.

"Always my favourite!" I called after her with a laugh. "Don't forget it!"

She flipped me off without turning around before storming off.

I'd like to say it ended at that point and Alicia got over it the longer Jade stayed around, but she didn't. It was as if whenever Jade happened to be about, Alicia would get irrationally annoyed.

There was one time when I was eating dinner with Alicia and everything was going fine, as usual, in the sense that she wasn't previously annoyed for any reason. That was until Jade approached the table with a smile on her face. She looked between us before settling on me.

"Are you ready?"

It took me a minute to realise what she was on about before I straightened up. "Oh, yeah! One second."

As I finished my last bite quickly, Alicia quirked a brow. "Ready for what?"

Realising I hadn't told her, I said, "Jade is pretty good at building stuff, so she said she'd help me with the broken bookshelf in my room. Cool, right?"

Alicia didn't reply, instead clenching her jaw slightly as she glanced up at Jade.

"Well, I wasn't going to leave it how I saw it last time," Jade said with amusement. "Pretty girls need pretty things, right?"

I breathed out slowly through my nose, looking down at my plate and feeling my face heat up.

"I'm happy to help you, too, Alicia," Jade said, thankfully directing the remainder of the conversation to Alicia instead of me. "If you need anything fixing or anything."

I glanced up, watching Alicia roll her eyes rudely. She found mine, so I gave her a disapproving look because it wasn't necessary and all she'd done is make Jade uncomfortable.

"I'll, er, wait over there for you, Y/N," Jade finished, pointing over her shoulder.

I nodded and watched her leave, making sure she was out of earshot, before staring at Alicia with disbelief. "Seriously?"

"Fixing stuff?" she said, pulling a disgusted face. "Really? It's amazing how she seems to be good at everything, don't you think?"

"That's not fair, Alicia," I scolded her. "She's just being friendly."

"That's a little more than friendly...," Alicia mumbled under her breath, making me frown.

"So what?" I retorted, more frustrated than I realised. "Is that a bad thing?"

Alicia met my eyes, gaze softening apologetically. "Just be careful, Y/N. There's something strange about her."

Embarrassed, I said, "If the strange thing is that she might actually like me, then yeah, very strange."

She reached out her hand, but I pulled mine away. She frowned, saying, "I didn't mean it like that."

I avoided her eyes, stupidly flustered. "It doesn't matter. Just stop being rude to Jade. It's not fair on her."

She didn't respond straight away and I didn't stay to hear her opinion. I only hoped she would listen to me.

I'd love to say that after that awkward conversation with Alicia, she finally dropped her random grudge and got over herself, but she didn't. Instead, she decided to keep it up and take it one step further.

We were eating dinner together another night, though this time it was Alicia, Madison, Nick – Alicia's brother – and his girlfriend, Luciana, along with myself and Jade. Everything was going fine and it was supposed to be a normal dinner, until Alicia decided to ruin it.

"I would like to say something," Alicia announced suddenly, making everyone cease their conversation.

"What is it, sweetie?" Madison asked with concern.

I furrowed my eyebrows slightly, wondering what she wanted to say, until I realised her eyes were dead set on Jade sat beside me.

"You've been acting very weird lately, Jade," she came outright with it, making me squeeze my fork with annoyance.

"Alicia," I warned, but she ignored me.

"I followed you," she continued.

"What?" Jade asked with surprise.

"What?" I also said, raising my eyebrows with disbelief.

Alicia licked her lips, glancing at me with apologetic eyes, before staring at Jade with accusation. "Yeah, because I noticed you keep sneaking away into the stands every afternoon with a radio."

"Alicia, what's happening right now?" Madison asked with confusion, glancing between her and Jade. "What are you doing?"

"No, the question is what is she doing?" Alicia asked, glaring at Jade. "What are you hiding, Jade?"

Nick began to chuckle quietly, finding the whole thing amusing, whilst Luciana tried to tell him to be quiet and not interrupt. Meanwhile Madison scolded Alicia for overstepping and invading Jade's privacy. Alicia ignored her mother and kept her gaze focused on a nervous looking Jade.

"Why couldn't you just listen to me?" I said to Alicia, trying to earn her attention, but she wasn't listening. "Alicia!"

"Well?" she pressed Jade further, acting as if I wasn't there.

Jade swallowed hard before nodding slowly. "Fine." Everybody fell silent, and I looked to my right to hear her out. She continued, "Alicia is right. Sometimes I go to the stands to be alone."

"And the radio?" Alicia prodded, quirking a brow. "Who are you talking to, Jade?"

Jade paused, frowning slightly, before reaching into her satchel that she always wore and pulling out a radio, one I'd never seen before in my life. I didn't even know she had a radio. Nobody really carried them around the stadium unless it was on a supply run. And newbies especially weren't allowed them in case they tried to contact the wrong sorts of people. Why did Jade have one?

"It's old," Jade said, practically reading my mind. She looked around at everyone, eyes lingering on mine, before she opened the back of the radio. "It doesn't work. No batteries. See?"

She showed us the empty back, absent of batteries and therefore rendering it useless. With each word she uttered, Alicia's face drained.

"It's the last thing I have from my sister," Jade continued reluctantly. "We used to talk all the time with it. It's– it's just a keepsake, that's all... I'm sorry. I didn't mean to be suspicious. I just wasn't ready to share that history with everyone."

Nobody was smiling now, the air filled with an uncomfortable tension. I frowned, watching Jade clumsily put the back cover back on her radio and into her bag.

"Jade, I... I'm so sorry for my daughter's behaviour," Madison began guiltily, when Alicia said and did nothing except stare with surprise.

"It's okay," Jade said with a forced smile. "She was just looking out for you all, for this place you've built. But I... if you'll excuse me..."

Before anybody could stop her, she slid off the bench and left in a hurry, upset and hurt and everything else that came with talking about your dead sister. I couldn't just watch her leave and be by herself in that state, so I got up, too, but not before glaring at Alicia.

"You happy now?" I asked her rhetorically, before running after Jade.

I caught up to her as she was crossing the stadium, probably making her way back to her room.

"Jade, wait up," I called, finally stopping before her before she could get further. "I'm so sorry Alicia did that and you had to say all of that. It wasn't fair."

She smiled dryly, avoiding my eyes. "I had my suspicions that Alicia didn't like me, but that was..."

I frowned, trying to find her eyes. "She's not usually like this. I think she's just adjusting to having someone else around. It was always just the two of us and... I'm sorry."

It felt stupid to defend Alicia after pulling something like this, but I had to. This wasn't her, she was better than this. Jade had to know that.

"It's okay," Jade assured me with a nod, before tilting her head and staring at me. "It's sweet that you're defending her. You're too sweet for your own good, Y/N."

I swallowed thickly, unsure what else to say. She raised her hand, touching my cheek tenderly and making me freeze at the contact.

"Thanks for coming to check on me," she said, dropping her hand, "but I just want to be alone if that's okay."

I cleared my throat, nodding. "Of course."

She smiled weakly before walking away. I exhaled deeply before turning around to head back to the others. I expected to find Alicia there, but I was told she'd gone back to her room, so I stormed over there myself, anger building up once more. As soon as I knocked on her door, she opened it guiltily, about to speak, but I didn't let her get a breath in before I unloaded.

"What the hell was that, Alicia?!" I shouted, looking between her eyes, searching for an answer. "You did the complete opposite of what I asked! I told you to drop it and now – what? You've dredged up Jade's past? You satisfied, Alicia?"

When I was finished, she pressed her lips together and breathed out through her nose. With a calm voice, she said, "I'm sorry, Y/N. I didn't know that– I had to be sure it wasn't anything strange. It looked weird, her sneaking away to radio someone. Can't you agree?"

"No, because I didn't have any doubts!" I fired back with disapproval.

"I don't trust her," she said, shaking her head.

"You only had to trust me."

Her gaze flickered between my eyes, an apology hiding behind hers. I hated that with a simple look she already had me loosening up, willing to get over it.

"I'm sorry," she repeated earnestly. "I'll apologise to Jade, too."

I looked down at my shoes, frowning. Never had Alicia and I argued like this before, especially over something so silly.

"Are we good?" she asked softly, shoe kicking the tip of mine reluctantly, making me look at them.

I rubbed my hands over my face, sighing, before nodding and looking at her. "Yeah, we are. I'm just... a bit annoyed at you right now."

She chewed on her bottom lip, guilt forcing her to look away.

"I'm gonna go," I said awkwardly. "I just hope this pettiness stops now, Alicia."

She nodded in agreement and I left it at that.

Following the incident at dinner, Alicia kept to her promise and dialled her attitude back whenever it came to Jade. She wasn't best friends with her, but the death glares and confrontations were kept to a minimum which was all I could have asked for. There was the occasional eye roll of course, but if I pretended it wasn't there then it didn't bother me.

"Just take off the dead leaves," I told Alicia with a stifled smile. "Why does everything have to be so difficult?"

"Because I wasn't supposed to be on gardening duty today," she retorted, scowling at the plants.

"Don't act like you don't love spending time with me," I teased, and she merely nudged me in the side, making me catch myself with my arm before I fell sideways from my sat down position.

We were both sat on the soil, cleaning up the vegetable patches as part of our chores, but Alicia's chore was changed from guard duty to this for today, so she wasn't particularly loving it.

"With guard duty, I only have to sit and keep watch," she muttered as she picked off the dead leaves.

"That's boring," I said with a shake of my head.

"Well, it wouldn't be if you traded jobs and did it with me," she said, glancing at me with a hopeful smile.

I mirrored her stance, making fun of her. "Or you could trade jobs and do this with me."

She lost her smile, straightening up, and I laughed at the sudden change of expression.

"It's not even that bad," I told her, before scooting over slightly to move onto the next plant.

She muttered in disagreement, making my smile widen, before a quiet fell upon us.

"Y/N, Alicia, hey!"

I looked up at the sound of my name, as did Alicia, only to see Jade approaching us with a friendly smile. Alicia's eye roll didn't go unnoticed when Jade kneeled before us. Just like that, the air around us changed.

"Hey, Jade," I greeted for the both of us, offering her a smile. "How are you?"

"Doing good, yeah," she said, returning my smile. "Just finished washing the breakfast dishes. Thought I'd stop by and see if you ladies needed a hand."

I glanced at Alicia, expecting a sarky comment of some sort, but she surprisingly stayed quiet and had her eyes glued to the plants.

"You don't have to," I said politely, looking back to Jade. "I think Alicia and I got it. Besides, it's our chores, not yours."

"Oh, I don't mind," she insisted. "I have nothing else to do anyway."

Not having any other reason to decline, I shrugged. "Okay, sure. We're just cleaning up the vegetable patch. So removing any dead leaves and giving everything a water after. Knock yourself out."

She hummed in agreement before sitting cross-legged opposite us and beginning to pluck the dead leaves from the plants. It was quiet once again, as the three of us worked silently, but I felt Jade's eyes on me and glanced up at her.

"What?" I asked, suddenly nervous because I hated attention like that.

She smiled, eyes looking me up and down. "Nothing, sorry."

I quirked a brow. "Seriously?"

Chuckling, she shook her head. "I just– you look good today, that's all."

I opened my mouth to respond, but all that came out was an awkward breath before I looked away. My face started to heat up when she began to laugh.

"You're cute when you're nervous," she added, only making me want the Earth to swallow me up there and then.

"I just realised I have to go help mom with something," Alicia suddenly said, before I could say anything.

I looked over to her, recovering from my embarrassment. "What? What about this?"

She tensed her jaw slightly, avoiding my eyes. "Jade's helping, right? I gotta go."

"Alicia," I said, furrowing my brows because something was clearly up.

She ignored me and stood up, not even bothering to dust the soil from her jeans before walking away. I watched after her, confused, before looking back to Jade when she spoke up.

"You and Alicia," she started curiously, "has that ever been a thing?"

Still thinking about the green-eyed girl in question, I only half listened. "A thing?"

"You know," she said like it was obvious, "a couple. The two of you."

I almost choked on my own spit when I realised what she was asking, and I was certain my face was permanently on fire at this point.

"What? I– no. Nothing like–" I cleared my throat uncomfortably, just the thought of Alicia and I being a couple sounding insane. Not because I didn't want that, but because she'd never feel the same way. "Nothing like that. We're just friends."

She laughed at my expression. "Okay, relax! I was just checking if I had any competition is all."

I looked away, wondering if I'd heard her correctly, but I was too afraid to follow up and check so I merely stayed quiet and kept on working. The flirting was certainly taking its toll.

"You ready to go?" Alicia asked me as she was looking in her backpack, probably double checking she had everything she needed.

"Uh-huh." I patted my waist, feeling for my pistol, knife and radio. "You got the map?"

She paused, hands rooting around her bag before pulling it out and giving me a nod. I waited for her to finish up and threw my own backpack into the back of the pickup truck. We were going on a supply run together, specifically hoping to pick up some extra gardening supplies.

"Y/N, Alicia, wait up!"

The two of us turned around when we saw Jade jogging over to us.

"I'm so glad I caught you," she said breathlessly when she stopped before us. "Madison told me you were going on a supply run."

"We are," Alicia confirmed, although it was defensively as she crossed her arms and glanced over her.

"I wanted to ask if I could come with you," she said hopefully, looking to me, before adding to Alicia, "And you could have a break, Alicia."

"Maybe next time," Alicia answered before I could even acknowledge her words. Her eyes fell to me, darkening. "Come on, Y/N. We should go."

"I just want to help," Jade said with a frown. "I know things are still weird between us, Alicia, and I just want to make things right. Do something nice for everyone, even if it's just getting more gardening supplies. And giving you a break, too. You work so hard... you could relax and consider this a thank you from me."

Jade was lovely, but she was still relatively new to the stadium, having been here barely a month. We didn't really let newbies go out on supply runs for security reasons, and also because they never preferred to anyway. Despite this, I didn't see a huge reason why she couldn't go instead of Alicia. It was nice of her to offer since not many people did.

"I also thought it would be an added bonus that we could spend some more time together, Y/N," Jade added, eyes falling to me.

"Like I said, maybe next time," Alicia repeated firmly, before giving me an impatient look that screamed for me to get a move on. But I wasn't so sure.

"She's saving you a task," I tried to reason with Alicia. "Come on. You're always saying you need a break. Why not?"

She quirked a brow, questioning me without speaking. But I gave her a pleading look in return, hoping she'd reciprocate the effort that Jade was making. After what felt like a year-long staring match, Alicia gave in reluctantly.

"Fine," she said with a clenched jaw, making Jade smile.

"Thank you, Alicia," Jade said to her gratefully. "I won't let you down."

Alicia said nothing as she squeezed her hands into fists by her side.

"You can wait in the front," I told Jade, nodding to the truck. "I'll be right with you."

Jade nodded and went to the passenger's seat of the truck. Meanwhile, I gave Alicia a grateful smile, stepping closer to her.

"Thank you for trying," I said appreciatively, meeting her eyes. "It means a lot."

"Just be careful," she said seriously, bright eyes flickering between mine and momentarily leaving me breathless.

All I could manage was a nod before hugging her quickly. She squeezed me tight, leaving me smiling to myself, before letting go. After giving me her knife and backpack, I got in the truck.

"Here you go," I said to Jade, passing her Alicia's knife. "There's one gun and I've got it. We should try to avoid contact with infected if we can. You okay with that?"

Jade smiled. "You got it."

#alicia clark x you #alicia clark imagine #alicia clark x reader #alicia clark #fear the walking dead imagine #fear the walking dead #ftwd #alycia debnam carey

[notwonderlandsworld]

Can you do a fic where the bat kid just has a full mental breakdown because of what happened to Cassie and they miss there bff

I decided to make it a bit short because I don’t wanna entail too much on the Cassie situation (I lowkey think it's because i’ve never learned to cope properly, or I do it too fast lol) Hope you like it! Don't forget to comment and reblog!

*IMPORTANT NOTE: Must read previous fic "Becoming" to understand plot points*

SPECIAL NOTE: all of my child fics/daughter/son/sibling fics will be with an adopted reader and not a biological one. Biological would mean that half of these parents/couples would be mixed, so no I won’t be doing biological. Especially when it comes to predominantly white characters.

pairing(s): Batfam x Child!Reader

warning(s): mention of sensitive issues, mentions of possibly unhealthy coping methods, ANGST, tis sad

word count: 1.5k

You never coped with death before.

As far as you could remember, you have never had to deal with the loss of someone. Having no clue of biological parents or relations amongst the early stages of your childhood, there was never an experience at hand.

You'd jump throughout various orphanages so much until Bruce/Batman came along and turned your world upside down.

Before you were never one to keep close friends. Why bother? It’s not like they’d last long.

That idea completely changed after meeting Cassie.

When you were placed in the same room as her that night, she didn’t shy away from you. She was very keen on making friends, despite your stubbornness at first.

It wasn’t out of spite for her at all, you had just been so used to pushing aside people due to no real experience in establishing friendships amongst previous peers.

When you eventually got settled that night, Cassie seemed to miss the mark on your notions of sleeping. “Psst!” She called out, tucked under her covers but still up and awake.

Your brows furrowed, eyes closed with no intention to open them. Maybe if you didn’t answer she’d get the hint.

“Hey!” the voice yelled in their whisper a little louder. Sucking in a breath, you turned your back to the girl. Just ignore it (Y/N).

“I know you’re awake. C’mon! Talk to me.”

Jesus fuck, did this girl not know how to take a hint? Pulling the covers up to your nose, some shuffling was heard followed by silence after. Good.

Yelping, there was a harsh dip on the bed. Eyes flying open, you looked around to find the culprit. Glaring, low and behold there was Cassie laying down beside.

The teenager smiled, “I wonder…” she seemed to ignore the harsh scowl directed towards her. 

“The fuck! Why are you on my bed?!”  you demanded an answer. But she continued rambling off til you retaliated with a kick to the ankle.

“Ow!” Cassie reached down to soothe the oncoming bruise. “The fuck was that for?”

“What do you mean? Asked why you came over my bed! I’m trying to sleep!”

“Well maybe I wouldn’t have to if you talked to me in the first place.” Cassie retorted back with a smug look spread across her face. Your intrusive thoughts were demanding to kick her onto the floor, but went against it.

Groaning, you threw the covers off and made your way to the desk between the two beds. Falling onto the chair, you leaned back while glaring at the culprit now alone on the mattress. “We're only gonna talk for five minutes, then I'm going back to sleep.”

Cassie smiled, sitting up straight. “I’ll take that!” she stated before beginning her ramble.

Needless to say, the five minute talk ended up being over two hours. It was strange how quickly you grew to befriend the teenager in the span of 6 months.

The caretakers were surprised to see you more befriending towards the other kids a few weeks after. It soon became obvious where the shift in attitude had come from. More or so, who had caused the shift in tone.

You had become closer with Cassie as the days grew by. She explained her life throughout the years, and she was experiencing her teen years. Listening to her ongoing story made you realize how alone the two of you truly were.

But she rest assured you; “Don’t worry!” she’d say, “We’ll take care of eachother from now on, and in the future too!” She almost felt like a sister after. She began to feel like the sister you never grew to have.

It’s crazy how that was all stripped away when Bruce Wayne adopted you. The idea still engraved into the back of your head suddenly felt more and more bleak.

You and Cassie weren’t together anymore.

The chances of taking care of one another became more and more bleak. It made you feel guilty. Maybe if you had told Bruce to take her in as well…then things could be different. You could feel tranquil. You would feel complete, knowing that you had Cassie by your side.

But that didn’t happen. You didn’t speak to Bruce or your family about it. You went without protest. And now here you remained in the Wayne manor, a letter addressed to you from the orphanage addressing Cassie’s death.

‘It’s crazy’ you told yourself as you mourned for her. As you sobbed uncontrollably when you first discovered, there was a voice in the back of your head that wanted to come forward.

It terrified you. It was hard to push it back, not allowing it to come forward, because you already knew Cassie wouldn't want you to blame yourself. Yet the barrier was broken and soon the repeated chants kept stabbing at you.

It’s all your fault.

It’s all your damn fault.

Why didn’t you say anything before?

Why didn’t you tell Bruce to take Cass with you? Because of you she’s dea-

Any attempts to block them were pointless at this point. You tried so hard but couldn’t help giving in. They’re right. They had a point. Why didn’t you speak up sooner?

The voices kept chanting louder and louder, it was getting hard to breathe. You couldn’t even figure out what to do. What could you do at a time like this? Your instincts responded for you.

You ran. It seemed like the easiest option right now.

It was a good thing Dick caught up. Otherwise who knows where you would’ve ended.

While hugging your adoptive brother, you couldn’t help looking up at Bruce. How did he react to this? He’s an adult, so he should already know by now.

Maybe he’d provide some answer.

However upon landing on his features, you grew fearful when you realized even he didn’t know how to react.

Bruce simply stared back, bothered and unsure.

-

You’d figure it would be easier after the funeral. Turns out that would be a lie. It only grew worse. After you discovered the murderers of your friend, things went blank.

It was Damian who had helped you with the aftermath of it all.

The betrayal of Tamika was the cherry on top to the entire catastrophe. You hated every single second of it. There were so many mixed emotions running through the entirety of your mind.

Not a single one was invited or welcome, yet they seemed to overtake your space easily.

You thought there'd be some satisfaction in brutally massacring Tamika and Markus, and luckily it was there. Knowing they wouldn't be able to cause pain anymore had brought some reassurance. So there was that at least.

If only you hadn’t known them. Then you wouldn’t be dealing with the feeling of betrayal right now. It wouldn’t hurt as much.

The one thing that kept bothering, the thing that kept furious at yourself, was the pain you felt after committing a gruesome painting.

You despised how you felt pain; you were feeling guilty at Tamika.

Grasping at the sides of your head, it took everything within you to not bash your head against the corner of a shelf. You felt like hurting yourself at the thought of feeling an ounce of sympathy for the same staff worker.

Just…why? Of all people, why did it have to be her? What did you do to Tamika…What did Cassie do to Tamika? There were so many questions left unanswered, and they’d remain that way forever.

In the midst of it all, there would be a blank space from now on. 

Sliding down the wall of your room, you pulled your knees up to your chest. Staring blankly at the window.

You wondered around what time Damian would come home. What he would order next. Maybe tomorrow he’d make you confess your crimes to Bruce and the family. Maybe it’d be thrown under the rug.

Maybe the police would arrive tomorrow—

You could feel the emotions ready to rush out, and you didn’t want them to.

But the distractions didn’t seem to help take your mind off things. “Please…” you begged no one, trying to stifle the upcoming hiccups.

Feeling it slowly creep up, your body grew more and more shaky. The jolts were uncontrollable at this point. Lifting yourself up from the floor, you grabbed at one of the pillows on the bed, and hugged it close.

Letting out a sob, you bit into the pillow to muffle the sound. After prevailing so, the sobs grew louder, leading to stuffing your entire face into the cushion. The last thing you needed was anyone coming in asking if you were ok.

The reality was that no. No you weren’t okay.

The one person you considered your dearest friend was murdered by the hands of someone you almost trusted with all your well-being.

No amount of comfort would feel helpful right now. Being alone was the best option at the moment. It was the only way you knew how to cope with the recent murder of Cassie. 

Was it the best option? Who knows; you never coped with death before.

I'm very sorry if it sucks I tried :) I've also been gone for a while. Let's just say because of health and work. Mainly work lol.

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[writers-ex]

snow-ly falling for you

chaeryeong x fem!reader

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after parting ways with hannie you button up your coat and make your way to your ‘secret’ park, the one place barely anyone goes with the exception of one particular person. following the broken leaves and cool breeze you see her sitting on the swings, the metal squeaking with each push she takes. “chaeryeong!!!” looking your way she stops and smiles brightly.

“what are you doing here?! aren’t you supposed to be getting ready for the party?” walking over to her you take a seat on the empty swing next to chae and shake your head.

“nope i was swayed by a certain someone’s words earlier to wait and see the first snowfall instead.” poking her arm you watch her face change from surprise to guilt.

“oh you didn’t have to!! i know how much you like dancing-“

“nope don’t start! i want to be here, chae don’t worry.” watching her mouth open and close like a goldfish you let out a breathy laugh as a small fog escapes your lips. “now tell me about your plans for this break.”

as she you can’t help but stare in awe at the beauty she holds. you’ve had a secret crush on her since she moved to your school and either it was fate or your childhood friend lia’s bubbly personality. lia befriended chaeryeong first which meant she got used to seeing you more often that led to a few conversations and before you knew it the two of you had grown closer to the point that you could joke around like this.

watching her swing fondly your smile grows as she continues to talk. her voice and laughter making your heart face you wonder if those red cheeks were because she felt the same way as you did or the cold breeze.

“and what about you? what are your plans for this break?” thinking for a moment you realize you had none and shrug.

“i don’t know, i guess i’ll just chill in bed or maybe catch up on a hobby? why?”

“oh nothing…i just thought you’d be busy with your lover or-“

“no!!! no no i don’t have a lover, boyfriend, girlfriend, pet, nothing at all.” seeing the look on her face causes you to realize how odd that sounded. shaking your head you stop swinging. “that sounded weird what i meant was-?”

“wait so you’re not dating anyone right now?”

“…no?” breathing a sigh of relief, chaeryeong pumps her fist and silently cheers.

“so…if someone were to say invite you over to their place while their parents were out of town for a week to get to know each other better, what would you say?” blinking, you look at her with a starstruck face. chaeryeong pouts after not hearing your response making you snap out of your daze and smile nodding your head. “oh thank goodness… i was going to be so bored and lonely without anyone home. wanna walk to-“

“CHAE LOOK!!!” interrupting her ramble you point upward and watch the snowflakes begin to fall. chaeryeong squeals, making you laugh as flecks of white paint her hair. curious to how it’ll taste you stick your tongue to it to catch snowflakes and shiver when they land. unaware of your surroundings your eyes widen when a familiar face enters your peripheral vision and leans in to close your mouth with a smirk. grabbing your hair she deepens the kiss until you have to pull away to breath.

“did you know snowflakes taste like cold chocolate and…sprite? i didn’t see you drink sprite to-OW?!”

wanting to get chaeryeong back you had bent down and threw some snow in her face giggling as you run away.

“catch me if you can chae and i’ll let you have another taste!!” her eyes change from mischief to lust as she watches your fleeting figure head in the direction of her place, how convenient…

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[sherifftillman]

An Unambiguous Love [8/10]: The Set-Up

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Pairing: Steve Harrington x Eddie Munson x f!Reader

Genre: fluff

Summary: Your favourite customers really make it easier returning to the town you never went to school in. If only your friends at work would stop trying to play matchmaker between you.

Chapter 8 word count: 3401

A/N: Can you guys believe that by the end of the week this whole fic will be published? They grow up so fast :')

—[ meta ]—

Another Wednesday, another meeting of the Weekly Roundup. Now that it’s spring break, everyone who’s usually at school during the day can actually meet up at a decent time today. Nancy and Johnathan bring twice as many kids as usual, and Tiffany’s free to work enough to get a lunch break alongside Ralph. Sure, they only get 30 minutes before their lunch breaks are over, but at least the younger ones can be involved without it feeling inappropriate that they’re out for so long. And if everyone else thinks Robin’s plan could work, they really need those kids’ involvement.

Everyone’s in the strip mall's diner, squeezed around all the tables that they could possibly push together. Robin’s armed with the only resources she can get her hands on at the moment - crayons and the back of a colouring sheet. She draws lines to divide the page into six, and starts doodling to illustrate her plan: “Okay, so ever since we couldn’t join the three of them the other weekend, they’ve gotten closer than ever, so I’ve had an idea. What if… We set them up to hang out in less of a friendly way and more of an… Almost-date scenario? Spring it on them? So…” She starts drawing in the top left box. “Nancy and I will invite Y/N on a girls’ day out to the theatre, right? Then…” Another drawing in the next box, “Some of you kids get Steve out there -”

“Is that supposed to be Steve?” Dustin asks, laughter lacing his voice.

“Shut up, I’m not an artist,” Robin scoffs. “So, whoever thinks they can talk him into it, do that, then some of you others can talk Eddie into going,” she crudely draws a very simplistic interpretation of Eddie in the third box. “I’m thinking for these two,” she points at boxes 2 and 3, “perhaps you ask them to meet you there to take you to see Highlander or something, right, something R-rated that they’d be needed for.”

Mike groans, “Oh man, Will and I really wanted to see that.”

“Yeah, well, be patient a minute,” Robin holds her hand out before drawing in box four. “We’ll get there early, and Nancy, you work on the school paper with that guy who works in the theatre, right? Fred?” Nancy nods. “So you can give him a message, from all of us, saying how you, I dunno, suddenly got a major lead on a potential big scoop, and you saw the kids here too, and realised you needed their help urgently? We’ll work that out, but basically Fred will tell the three of them that we couldn’t make it. Hopefully, they’ll still go see the movie anyway, and then, Mike,” Robin glares at him, “we’ll all sneak in after, make sure they don’t see us, we try and get a vantage point so we can spy on them.” She draws rows of seats, along with several stick figures in different rows. “So if you guys wanna take one of the boys on, we’ll make sure you still get to see it, anyway.”

“What exactly are you gonna see? They’ll all just be watching the movie, right?” Lucas asks.

“Yeah, but if they think the other one is distracted by the movie, and they don’t think we’re around, they’ll have their guards down,” Nancy explains. “Between Robin and I, I think it’s safe to say we can spot any tells that Steve is into someone. I - I know, you do too, Dustin, but respectfully, you’re a little too obvious,” she looks at Dustin apologetically. 

“What about Munson, though?” Ralph asks. “It only sounds like you guys really befriended him recently, too.”

“Well…” Nancy laughs awkwardly. “I’m sort of hoping that since… How do I say this in the most polite way? It’s not as though Eddie’s social calendar is packed, so if he is… Interested, I’m hoping he won’t know how to be all that subtle about it when he thinks nobody else is looking.”

The kids laugh, and Robin shakes her head at them before drawing in the last box. “So yeah, we’ll watch, we’ll see what our findings are, and hopefully we’ll be one step closer to figuring this out.” She draws simple figures of Steve, you and Eddie, with arrows pointing between Steve and you, and you and Eddie, with hearts all around, making everyone laugh.

“I bet we’ve got the most chance of talking Steve into it,” Max looks to Lucas. “As much as I’d love to be there to plant seeds in Eddie’s brain, I think he’d probably rather take Mike and Will and make it some… D&D inspiration thing, and Steve would be more likely to assume he’d be chaperoning a date. Right?” She looks around, and the other kids nod in agreement, though Dustin looks reluctant.

“Anything we can do?” Tiffany asks excitedly.

Nancy and Robin look at each other and shake their heads, but Johnathan, stroking his chin, pipes up, “Maybe you guys could really convince Y/N that she has to see Highlander this weekend and not any other time. In case she just gives up and leaves, you know?”

“That’s a good point!” Nancy squeezes Johnathan’s arm. “See if you can recruit Cameron and… Whatever that other guy that’s there’s name is, get them to talk up the movie, too.”

Tiffany pulls a face. “I think my brother was hoping to see it anyway, so he’ll be positive about it, at least.”

"Oh god, you're related to that guy?! I'm so sorry," Robin reaches out to hold Tiffany's arm, and she giggles.

"So, we all agree on the plan, then?" Nancy asks, and everyone nods. "Excellent. Max and Lucas, you two can go with Robin and secure Steve before he inevitably goes over to the comic book store. And… Perfect, look who's right outside," she points through the window at what is obviously Eddie's black van parked in the lot. She looks to her brother, "You think you can go over and talk him into it real quick? Like, before Steve gets there?"

Mike rolls his eyes, "Of course I can, I led our part of the last plan up well enough, didn't I?"

She ruffles his hair, to his disgruntlement. Eleven laughs and does the same to him. Will grins and slowly moves his hand closer to Mike too, but Mike bats his away, to Will and El's further amusement.

“Actually…” Johnathan drums his fingers on the table. “Maybe Robin shouldn’t go back with them. If Steve knows that Robin knows he’s taking these two, and then suddenly everyone cancels, and Y/N lets slip that she was meant to meet Robin, too… I know Steve may not be the smartest, but between the three of them, they might figure out what’s up. Maybe we stagger it so that the kids go in first, ask at the same time, then Robin - ” Johnathan sighs, “but how are we gonna throw Y/N off the trail with Eddie if they’re both in there?”

“You’re real invested in this too, aren’t you?” Robin asks, amused.

“They’re good people, really,” Johnathan shrugs, “all of ’em. Whatever makes any of them happy.”

Will smiles widely at his brother’s compassion. Eleven suddenly sits up straight, and reaches out to hold Dustin’s arm. “I can ask… Questions. You can help me.”

Nancy nods, “Okay, not sure what that’s about, but I trust you two to be a distraction. Shall we file out now?”

—[ end meta ]—

“I should talk Cameron into getting you on the payroll here,” you muse as yet another newly-inspired future DM leaves the comic store, thanks to Eddie’s help.

He laughs with his tongue sticking out through his cheek as he walks over to you, “I don’t think anyone wants the Munson reputation officially tarnishing their store’s name, but nice try.”

“Oh please, like anyone here gives a shit about that,” you roll your eyes. 

Another ding of the doorbell distracts you, as you see Nancy’s brother, Johnathan's brother, Dustin and the girl called Eleven - but really named Jane - walk in. Mike and Will hurriedly back Eddie into the corner of the D&D section, so you turn to Dustin and Jane. “Hey, kids! Can I help you at all?”

“Wonder Woman,” Jane states plainly, before pointing over to the “new releases” aisle. “Not there.”

You pull a face, “Yeah, they got discontinued not long ago, sorry. But if you want more Wonder Woman, have you read Crisis on Infinite Earths yet?” Both she and Dustin shake their heads. “Surprised you haven’t, Henderson,” you narrow your eyes. 

“I didn’t want to read them all until they all come out, so I can tie everything together. I was gonna start this weekend,” he explains.

“There we go! Maybe Dustin could help explain the multiverse to you, then!” you suggest to Jane with a helpful smile.

She looks you dead in the eye. “No. You.” followed by, “...Please.”

“That’s… A lot for me to help explain to you, but I’ll try!” You take out a whiteboard to hopefully illustrate what you’re saying as well. “Okay, so there’s all these superheroes, they all make major changes to their own worlds, it’d be super conflicting if they all existed in the same universe. So there’s this guy, Krona, he’s a bad guy for the Green Lantern, he creates this machine to look at the beginning of time, but it shatters, and that creates the multiverse. All kinds of parallel universes are formed, including the Anti-Matter Universe, which leads to our main antagonist in this crossover. See, you’ve got the Monitor, who shows up in a lot of these franchises, who is designed to watch over all the multiverses, and make sure nothing accidentally crosses over, but he has an evil counterpart from the Anti-Matter Universe called the Anti-Monitor. With me so far?”

Jane says something under her breath about something being upside down, but Dustin takes over from her by saying, “Yeah, she gets it.”

“Right, so this guy, Pariah, he also tries to look back at the beginning of time, just like Krona did, and in doing so, the Anti-Monitor learns that Pariah’s Earth was destroyed by anti-matter. So the Anti-Monitor decides to travel through the multiverse to destroy all Earths that way, so that he can rule every reality. So the Monitor, the good guy, he starts recruiting heroes - and villains, even - from all universes to create these… Towers that should stabilise the multiverse and stop the Anti-Monitor. I won’t say any more than that, I’m not gonna spoil it,” you wave off. “But I think you’ll like it.”

“I… Think I will like it.” Jane smiles. “I will read them with Dustin.”

“You should come back and tell me what you think!” you beam. “We need more girls in here, honestly.” 

Jane lets out a small giggle. “I will tell Max as well. Max taught me about Wonder Woman.”

“She’s your redhead friend, right?” you ask, and Jane nods. “She’s in here a lot. I think she’s been buying the novels, too.”

“I will read them with Dustin,” Jane repeats. 

You hold your hands up. “Sure thing, you know best. But if you girls did wanna talk about it, I’m all ears,” you smile warmly, which is returned. “What about you, Henderson, anything new got your eye here?”

He pulls a face. “Not particularly. Nothing Steve hasn’t already bought for me, anyway. He’s, uh, real good like that, wouldn’t you say?”

You laugh, “Uh, yeah, he’s great! It’s… Sweet how he, and Eddie, and Robin, they all look out for you just as much as Nancy and Johnathan do, even without being related to any of you.”

“Yeah, but Steve does it the most, though,” Dustin insists. He looks as though he’s about to say more, when out of nowhere a whole rack completely falls down. 

“Oh god, how did that happen?!” you ask, jumping back. “Okay, let me just go and clean that - oh my god, and your nose is bleeding now, too!” You look at Jane, who has a trail of blood dripping down one nostril. “Let me go get you something from the first aid kit, here, try pinchi-”

You’re interrupted by Dustin, “It’s fine, she gets those all the time. Why don’t we help you clean up that mess?” He pulls a face at Jane as you walk past them, though you barely notice it.

As you start to pick everything up, Mike, Will and Eddie also come over to help, and over the commotion you barely hear the doorbell ring as Steve appears, signalling it’s time for your lunch break. He adds to the pile of people helping, which is starting to become more of a hindrance than a help. Your colleagues also mysteriously appear from the back room, telling you that they’ve got it covered and to get out for your break, already. You look over at Steve and Eddie, and motion for them to follow you out of the building.

[...]

Later that night, you’d had a phone call with Nancy inviting you to see Highlander at the movies on Saturday with Robin. You accepted, looking forward to a girls’ day out. You seemed to be quite in demand for the rest of that night, too, since Tiffany and Jesse were asking about your weekend plans the very next day. Tiffany seems really excited for you to see it. You assume it’s because she’s still a freshman, so she wouldn’t be able to go alone. You offer to take her along too, but she quickly declines, saying she has to work. So does Jesse, but he’s also very interested in talking about Highlander with you. Even Cameron chimes in at one point to simply tell you that you have to see it.

To your surprise, you’re not met with Nancy and Robin, but with Eddie and Steve, who both look even more excited than usual to see you, thanks to the added element of surprise. “Hey, what are you doing here?! I was just telling Stevie how weird it is we ended up here together!” Eddie grins.

“Hi! Oh my god! Yeah, I’m gonna be meeting Nance and Robin any second now, we’re going to watch -”

“Don’t you say Highlander!” Steve looks at you incredulously. “Literally, I’m waiting for Lucas and Max so they can go on… A cute little date, and then Eddie was talking about… What was it again?”

“Yeah, Will and Mike thought it sounded like something they’d wanna make a campaign out of, so I figured who better to take them than yours truly?” he gestures to himself with two hands, making you laugh.

“Sorry,” a bespectacled boy slightly younger than you pipes up from behind you. “Did I hear you say you’re waiting for Nancy? As in Wheeler?”

“Yeah, that’s me!” you reply, narrowing your eyes a little. “Why?”

“Nancy gave me a message to give you,” he begins, pushing his glasses up his nose. “She says she’s really sorry, but something came up all of a sudden, uh - apparently, school supplies have been going missing, and Robin saw the main suspect looking extra shifty, so she took Nancy to go find him. There were, like, four kids here too that followed them? Nancy said she was gonna use them as a sting operation-type deal. So, yeah. That’s my message.” He skulks back to behind his counter.

You groan, “Aw, I was so excited to hang out with the girls.”

Steve pretends to look offended. “You hear that, Eddie?” Eddie fully mimes being stabbed in the heart, stepping back until he collapses against a wall.

You laugh loudly. “Come on, guys, you know I like hanging out with you two the most. Why don’t we just… All go see it together? Since we’re all here, and wanting to go see it anyway.”

“I’m down,” Steve nods.

“Mike and Will might hate me for it, but maybe I can go watch it a second time with them,” Eddie smiles.

“Can I ask to be sat in the middle this time?” you ask quietly as you all line up to buy your tickets. “Last time I came to the movies, there was this creep who kept… Trying to do the yawn thing, you know? The -” you mime yawning and stretching your arm. “Except I’d never seen him before. And - I’d feel safer either being right at the end of the row, or with each of you on either side.”

“We can sit beside you, for sure,” Eddie nods, putting a comforting hand on your shoulder.

“Yeah, and if any guy shoots you a look you don’t want, just point them out to us, alright?” Steve says in a warning tone, and you nod. He softens afterwards.

You certainly enjoy the movie, though you feel as though your colleagues may have overhyped it. You occasionally glance over to either Steve or Eddie to gauge their reactions too. Sometimes you’d catch their eye because they were also looking at you already, sometimes your gaze caused them to look over at you. Sometimes it’d be a quick glance away again, sometimes it’d just be a smile shared between you, sometimes a silent conversation checking in with each other. This happens with both boys at any moment, and it feels nice to know that they care just as much about you as you do about them.

Once the movie ends, the three of you decide to head to the food court within the same complex as the theatre. You’re surprised to see Nancy, Robin, Lucas, Max, Mike and Will all sat there together, too. Robin’s the first to notice, nudging Nancy who looks over at the three of you and flusters, hurriedly pulling something into her bag. “Oh, my gosh, hi, Y/N! I am… So sorry, did Fred give you my message?”

“Yeah, it’s fine, I still got to see it,” you wave her off. “Sucks that we didn’t get our girls’ day, though!”

“Oh, we’ll definitely make room for one of those soon,” Robin promises.

“Did you get your guy?” Eddie asks.

“Huh?” Robin cocks her head in confusion, then makes a sound of pain and bends to relieve her foot, as Nancy shuffles away from her. You hadn't even noticed her move any closer.

“No, as it turns out, it was a false lead, in the end. Some… Pranksters in the same class as the guy we were tailing, they must have caught on that we were looking into the whole missing supplies thing, and decided to slip us a fake tip-off,” Nancy sighs, shrugging her shoulders. “We’re just, uh, getting some lunch and then Robin and I are gonna take the kids to see the movie ourselves, as an apology to them for roping them in. That way, you two can still talk with Eddie about it afterwards like you wanted, right?” Nancy looks to her brother and Will, who nod back, first looking at her and then at all of you. Mike’s movements seem to be more… Enthusiastic than usual.

Cogs in your head start turning. Why would they all ask you to meet up, then conveniently leave for the length of the movie, just to reappear in the same building as you right after? But why would Nancy and Robin set you up… To meet somebody… At the movies? Were they trying to set you up on a date? And if so, who with? Had they been talking to your colleagues? Were they wrapped in this little matchmaking war, too? Why invite both of them? Is one of them in on this? 

You’re pulled out of your train of thought when Eddie nudges you as Steve calls your name yet again. “Everything good? You wanna get something to eat?”

“Um… Actually, I - I think I’m just going to… Go home. I’m feeling a little overwhelmed.” At least you’re not lying.

Both Steve and Eddie’s faces fill with concern. “Is everything okay?” “Do you need a ride?”

You shake your head. “I should make it home myself, I’ll just keep the windows down to get some air. Thank you, though,” you hold both their arms briefly and look between them, before flashing a smile in Nancy and Robin’s direction, waving round to all of the kids and excusing yourself.

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