#and it really shows thru his teasing and his jokes he makes

[ohitslen]

OMG the sillies!! ✨✨

Also I’m sorry (not really) Wolfwood, but since you became one of my favorites it was only a matter of time until I did a drawing of you all beaten up 🦅🔥🔥

#nicholas d wolfwood #wolfwood #trigun wolfwood #Vash #vash the stampede #vash trigun #Trigun #trigun maximum #trigun fanart #Vashwood #if you squint #I love my man all bloody #and well all things considered it’s very on character for him to be like that #also sometimes it hits me the way Nick is a big brother #and it really shows thru his teasing and his jokes he makes #so I think lying about something till the other got a lil teary eyed is something he does 100% #it’s really embarrassing to cry for someone who isn’t even dead #I would know #and it really makes you want to punch them #lenssi draws

[bellewintersroe]

hiiii!! :) if you don't mind can you write something for nando? I am kinda going thru a fernando phase rn 🤭 ik ik. There is a lack of fics for him...I literally prob read all the fanfics in the app. If you don't want to it's totally fine!

Thanks a lot! :)))

honestly I’m 24/7 in my Fernando phase that man is beautiful so I’m happy for you hehehe, I agree there’s such a lack of fics!!! Thank you for your request I appreciate it, I hope some headcannons are okay for you!! <3 <3 some NSFW headcanons at the end, so feel free to skip that! Sorry this isn’t longer or more detailed, but I wrote it on a whim seeing your request!! <3

Fernando Alonso Headcanons x Reader

First of all this man is a goofball, he loves to have fun and joke around. I feel like a lot of the time he’d be such a lighthearted boyfriend, always smiling, anyways joking with you. He’d be soooo fun.

Obviously can be serious when the time comes- but he would 1000% crack up in situations he’s not supposed to. This in return would cause you, his partner to start giggling.

he’d deffo hide his face in your neck, muffling his giggles with hands gripping your hips for dear life.

probs gets you both in a spot of trouble, but he’d be sooo good at making up for it.

I think because he’s older he’d potentially be a better communicator? I mean who knows, maybe I’m delusional but I feel like Nando would be a really unproblematic boyfriend because he’s just sooo easy going and comfortable around you that there wouldn’t be much potential conflict.

Maybe you’d have normal couple bickers but I think Nando would start smirking in the middle of it and the subject immediately gets dropped or you laugh it off.

not too big on showing PDA, especially if you’re a private person, he knows being with him comes with lot of media attention.

gets confused when people start making edits of you? But low key watches them and enjoys seeing your beautiful face plastered all over his phone.

probs changes his screen saver to a pic of you both and it would remain that exact same picture for the next 100 decades.

pulls your hair (gently) to wind you up, pinched your bum (in private), pokes you, bites you- I feel like he’d like to tease you as a form of fun.

holds your hand in public and guides you through crowds, especially if you’re nervous onfggggg no imagine his arms like barricading in front of you so nobody can get near you.

not afraid to get a lil physical if somebody does cross that boundary. Nothing too intense, but he’d hold a hand out, pushing maybe a little too firmly, to get them away from you.

Protects you physically and emotionally? I can’t think of the right word, but he protects your modesty always.

let’s say it’s a little blustery on the beach and you’re wearing a shorter dress- the paps would be obsessive and Fetnando would stand in front of you so they couldn’t get a single glimpse of you.

no omg he’d hold your skirt down with his thumb and forefinger to prevent anything being flashed. You wouldn’t even realise what was going on, but Nando being used to the vulture activity, knows exactly what they’d be attempting to get pics of. Gross!!

sooo polite when meeting your family and friends aahhhhhh- and after you’ve met his family I can imagine him being all giddy and grabbing your face, pulling you in for a kiss.

LOVES seeing you on the race weekends, the atmosphere is sooooo much more fun and rewarding when you’re at the GP’s

nsfw headcanons:

This man gives you the most intense eye contact and sex eyes ever.

would mutter your name to himself when he’s teasing you or something, ugh it’s so sexy with his accent.

like it’s your first few times meeting and the sexual attraction between you both is unreal, you’d melt under his gaze omfg.

holds your hand through it, loves it when you grip his arms omfg.

oh omfg 10928473% talks you through it. So so sexy, especially when he switched it up to Spanish one time. He nervously laughed a little, but when he realised you loved it omfg, he’d ramp up the dirty talk.

you’re deffo his good girl and his baby ugh he’s so vocal, especially when he’s close to finishing.

always asks if you’re okay, if you’re comfortable, consent is a huge turn on idgaf- he makes everything sexy and you’d just feel so safe and respected with him.

Fernando would deffo love doggy like omfg, imagine him going at it I can’t it’s sinful-

When you guys do missionary he’d put his whole bodyyyyy into it like omg.

Probs goes feral when you suck him off for the first time.

eats pussy like a king- and when you pull his hair omg he’s moaning against you.

Youd probs find him in his fireproofs so sexy and when he gets a little touchy the two of you practically RACE back to the hotel or wherever you’re staying.

expect several memes being made of this in the morning, when Nando’s pictured squeezing your bum and staring at your boobies omg- everybody goes feral.

Such a romantic and passionate lover, not into anything too cringe, but would try pretty much anything you want.

probs gets giggly after sex.

#fernando alonso x reader #fernando alonso smut #fernando alonso x y/n #fernando alonso headcanons #Fernando Alonso #F1 x reader #f1 smut #f1 x reader smut #F1 headcanons #f1 x reader headcanons

[vinsmokesangio]

"are we on a date?"

pairing: tom blyth x bestfriend!reader x actress!reader

summary: you and tom met not long ago, but the connection you have and affection for each other turns into something more. tom is three years older than reader, she’s initiating in acting.

genre: only fluffy - at least for now

warnings: english is not my first language | no proofread.

N/A.: Hi! I really want to turn this into a series, but I need reader engagement to know if it’s worth it! Don't forget to comment, reblog, and tell me what you think <3 read my social media au here!

word count: 954

It was a cloudy and cold Friday, and you’re feeling completely tired. After several classes and auditions throughout the day, all you wanted was to be at home watching your favorite movies and rest with your comfy pajamas. Picking all of your stuff at the restroom to finally go home, your cellphone rings with a message from Tom, your best friend. Suddenly, there are some butterflies in your stomach… looks like the universe heard you.

It was a wonderful idea, right? Tom’s busy as hell since he got important roles and projects, and despite feeling really happy and proud of him, you miss him a lot and all of your quality times.

Something about the nickname gave you so much comfort and warmth in your heart. Tom was picking you up by car at your drama school in a couple minutes and you couldn't help but feel anxious in a good way.

"Hi pretty boy!" - you grinned while hugging him and putting on your seatbelt. 

Tom was wearing a gray sweater matching wonderfully with his pretty blue eyes. Smiling at you, he responded:

"I’ve missed you a lot, honey. How’s your day going by far?" - He said and headed on his way to the nearest coffee shop. 

"I’m just exhausted. We're in the final stretch of the Christmas play and I've never felt so tired. It’s like, I don't know, but my mind needs a break." - You sighed, staring in front of you, looking at the light traffic on the busy avenue.

"And I’m here to make your wish come true" - he chuckled. - "We can grab some coffee and watch silly memes on the internet like we used to do, whatcha think?" - Tom is always so gentle and lovely. 

Your friendship was really a very healthy, comfortable thing... and every time you saw each other, it was as if you never had any problems in the world. It was just you and him, inside jokes and comfort. You wished you could say how important he is to you, but instead, you simply nodded while you both entered on the drive thru and took your order. 

Tom parked the car at the coffee shop and you spent hours updating each other on your busy routines, laughing over tiktoks, singing... There were also moments of comfortable silence between the two of you, the calm you loved and needed so much. 

He looked different this time. You didn't know if it was because you hadn't seen each other for a while, but you could feel that something inside you and the way you looked at him was different. A few sparks every time he smiled at you, and you swore you could feel the same coming from him too.

Her cell phone rings, breaking her out of her reverie, showing a call from your mother. You realize that you forgot to tell her that you would be coming home later today, but all you had to do was tell her that you were with Tom and her worry would disappear. She loved him. Sometimes it seemed like she loved him even more than you, her own daughter.

“Enjoy your date tho”, your mother said cheerfully on the other side of the line. You couldn't help but chuckle and feel your cheeks burn, as you looked at your friend who had a confused expression on his face. Before you could answer, she hangs up the phone.

"What does she said? Why were you laughing?" - Tom asked with a funny expression while taking a sip of your already watery iced coffee.

"It’s nothing! Curious boy." - you poke him.

"I don’t believe you. But I know you enough to know that one day, when you least expect it, you'll tell me like it's no big deal." - He teased as he pointed at you between each word.

"I want to show you a video that I forgot to send you." - you tried to change the direction of the conversation, wanting to avoid confessions that might come out too soon. Your mother was always right, and it made you wonder if you were actually on a date with Tom. 

After a burst of laughter, you find yourself in a awkward silence trying to catch your breath. “It’s time”, you thought.

“Enjoy your date”, my mom said at the phone. - you finally confess, avoiding his gaze.

Tom looks at you with a surprised, but fun and provocative expression:

"So… are we on a date? Kinda looks like one to me." 

You can't hide your smile mixed with an expression of surprise and doubt. It's really impressive how Tom always found it easy to confess things, to be direct, but his goofy personality - which you loved - always confused you about whether he was being serious or not.

"I wouldn't mind if we actually were in one." - You said in almost a whisper, but he clearly listened.

Finally you find the courage to look into his eyes, and notice his calm smile looking into yours with admiration and affection.

"I thought you would never say that. You're a bit slow to even ask me on a date, frankly, buttercup!" - He scowled at you, making you laugh nervously. You're so lost in his "confession" that you can't even notice his hands on your thighs.

The comfortable silence that existed between the two of you suddenly became a little awkward. You take a deep breath, and slowly lean over him to join your lips in a calm kiss, with all the accumulated affection. He reciprocates by taking one of his hands to your face and stroking your hair with the other.

If there was any doubt about his feelings towards you before, it disappeared at that moment.

#tom blyth x reader #tom blyth #tom blyth imagine #coriolanus snow #coryo snow #coriolanus x reader #the hunger games #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #giowriting

[bonny-kookoo]

Racer!jk might be my favorite one right now!!! Omg can we please have a drabble on that race where jk crashed?

...but also,,, pretty please can we have a drabble before jk was successful? Shes been with him thru thick and thin, i feel like it would be a great read to see how they were when jk got his first ever major win

I'm doing the second one, before his career really took off.

-> main work

"It looks so cute!" You say, looking at the front of the car. "Like it's smiling!" You beam, and Jungkook laughs, walking up to you to look at the front as well. People are watching you- its the first time jungkook has taken you with him to a race after all.

"Huh. I guess?" He wonders, tilting his head a bit. "If you take the headlights as eyes and then the bumper as a mouth.. it does kind of look like it." He admits, and you laugh. You've not been dating too long- but he already knows that your laugh is the cutest he'll ever come across in his life.

"See?" You tell him, before you take a peek at the inside. "It's so small in there though.. and What're those tubes for?" You ask.

"Its called a cage. Basically, if the car flips, the cage stays intact and as result, I do too." He jokes- but he notices you tensing up a little. "It's for safety." He says, and you nod a bit more quietly now.

"And.. all the wires there? Are they gonna cover those?" You ask, and he shakes his head.

"Nah, they stay like that. The car doesn't have to look pretty, just gotta accommodate me and keep me alive and well." He tells you- but it's clear that he's not very tactful in thinking about your emotions. He's not used to having a girl around in this setting- and it shows. "Hey- I'll be fine."

"But this is fucking dangerous, right?" You worry. "I looked up stuff online." You say, crossing your arms. "I'm not stupid." You threaten, and he moves to gently hold your cheeks.

"Baby of course you're not, never said you are." He reassures you. "But it's not my first time, I'll be fine!" He urges, and you can't help but let his big Boba ball eyes get to you. They're sparkling with the heat of his own pride right now, and he deserves to feel like that.

"..okay. sorry." You're not sure what you're apologizing for, but you still do- and he laughs, pecking your lips. Twice, because once is never enough. He doesn't care about his friends whistling in the back.

They're just trying to tease him.

"Dont worry so much. I've got experience, and my driving skills aren't half bad either!" He beams at you, and you smile. "And I've got my good-luck charm here too, so there's no way I'll lose this one." He purrs, pushing you back a little against the side of his car before he kisses you deeper than before, uncaring about looks.

"You sure I'm not distracting?" You ask, watching how he licks the piercing on his lip. "Kook you're literally staring at my tits right now, you're proving my point!" You laugh, and he grins as well.

"Nah." He shakes his head, shamelessly grabbing your ass as he walks you back behind the safety barriers. "I'd call it motivation." He responds.

"Motivation huh?" You tease, and he nods.

"To get back quick, and fetch my prize." He explains to you. "Take you out to a fancy dinner with that money I'll make."

"Maybe I'll let you have dessert in the car." You tease, and he grins.

"Deal." He grins at you, before he leaves to get ready for the dirt track race, leaving you behind with your suppressed worries.

He'll be fine.

Or at least you hope he will be.

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#bts imagine #bts fanfic #bts fic #jungkook imagine #jeon jungkook x reader #jeon jungkook imagine #bts jungkook imagine #jungkook x reader #bts jungkook fanfic #jeon jungkook imagines #bts jungkook drabble

[lenasprouts-words]

olderbrother!skz headcanons :3

gn!reader with a scenerio w menstruation in changbin’s! maknae line

i want an older brother… anyways

bang chan

oh ho ho you KNOW hes gonna be super duper protective of u

like nuh uh the kids can NOT meet you

but u still get to hang out w maknae + jin line (closer to their age)

age gap is like three years or smth so

his parents adopted you when he was four and u were one

movie nights every weekend frfr

or atleast movie nights on call

and whenever you got tea, he’s on the ready

best best advice, like, ever

sometimes you wonder if this is his nineteenth life or smth

so wise

you painted a mug for him once

no one is allowed to touch it

it has its place in the gym bros’ dorm

sometimes picks you up and runs when your talking to someone

and if you ignore him he’ll start cuddling up to you

’channie get tf away go annoy seungmin or whatever im studying’

gives you nicknames like ‘buggy bear’ and ‘baby duck’

makes you learn languages with him

when he learned ikaw for manila, ph concert he showed you first

bc he knows you like listening to tagalog

he has videos of you singing and falls asleep to it when he gets homesick

lets you listen to his unreleased songs and tracks on his laptop

you got to make one that one time at home too

you send little messages to him thru out the day

and scold him when he’s up working

you know bc he gave you his location

you bought his bubble and constantly tease him

when he comes home he takes you and berry to the aquarium

he picks you up and spins you when yall hug

its the funnest thing ever

will not hesitate to bring up that time you ate hamster poop thinking it was choco chips

lee know

okay he’d be really scary to your friends but like a cat around you

your age gap b like, one or two years

he annoys you about anything

crushes, enemies, good animes or mangas

stuff like that

in turn you bug him about the members

’whats jisung like when hes sick’ ‘oh do you know innie’s plans are tomorrow’

he finds your hyunjin pc collection and blows your phone up

but his hugs are so nice and warm

he holds you by the shoulders and his hands go down your back

eventually he starts tickling you

but you use the self defense moves he’s been teaching you

one of your middle school friends had a crush on him

they were flabbergasted when you walked home together

buys you things that remind you of him

and leaves it on your window sill/table/bed

his favorite hoodie is the bunny w the middle finger bc you gave it to him

makes your lunch for you and leaves slightly passive aggressive notes in them, still sweet tho

although once you got a note that said

’give me back my hoodie or i’ll shove a water bottle up your asshole. xoxo lino hyung’ that was for jisung

once decided to pick you up from work to get sushi

your coworkers were like

’wow i didnt know they had a boyfriend’

you cried laughing hearing that and so did min

teased you about the fanfic you wrote when you were thirteen

and you tease him about the 2PM shrine he had

obviously you both r cat ppl

so he takes you to cat cafe dates all the time

insists on paying and saying you’ll pay next time

sends random ass pics on tour all the time

changbin

he absolutely cherishes you

like holds you up like a trophy infront of his friends all the time

youre two-three years apart from each other

he loves loves giving you piggy back rides

also loves squeezing the life out of you

youre the one he goes to when he buys something

and he’s the one you go to for relationship advice

once you took him to an amusement park

your camera roll was full of blackmail

tens of millions of inside jokes

one of the kids will fix their hair and you’ll both burst out laughing

bc once changbin ran into a pole fixing his hair

your ultimate group is newjeans so you went to a fansign

and got bin a signed teddybear

he cried when you gave it

he constantly tells you to be safe

when your going somewhere

’bye baby cub (nickname lol), be safe have fun love ya!’

when you need a little pick me up

he comes to you with your favorite ice cream flavor and his laptop

your emergency contact

one of your friends has to text him and he gets super suspicious

’cub who tf is this? why were they texting me?’

almost started a whole ass fight

its okay tho he apologized and bought chocolate

constantly tells you to go to bed early bc he doesn’t want you to ‘become like channie-hyung’

will run to get you what you need

if you got your period and arent prepared he’ll know

just sprints to the nearest cvs

even cleans up your nasty bedsheets bc u leaked

’oh dont worry cub i can handle it’

your on his close friends list on instagram

most times its just dedications to you that he puts on his story

hyunjin

his day one frfr

like your only a year apart so your tight asf

his hugs will be gentle but so warm

bear hugs>>>>

his huge ass hands will totally go around your neck for comfort

he also digs his face into your shoulder

he paints many things for you

like he’ll also give you his unfinished projects when he’s sick of them

shines when you compliment him

teaches you choreos and lets you make up some

dyes your hair often too

spa nights where its just the two of you with a movie of your choice in the bg

those are the days where you can just. let go

tea gets spilt. i mean like, you know absolutely everything abt the other atp

spontaneous karoake nights

he gets worried when you drink tho

’noooo what if you fall on your face and then it gets ruined!!’

when he’s tired or down tho

one of the members text you and you come over with your comfort box you packed for these situations

face masks, iced americanos, watermelons, fluffy blankets, llama eye masks for sleeping, an air purifier, room spray, and a huge hoodie and sweatpants/shorts bc he probs did NOT shower in his funk

when he goes home you take walks together and catch up

also you just. really like smelling his room

it smells like flowers and the perfume your late grandfather used

gifts you things from versace

his favorite colors are black and white; yours are brown and grey

picture wall of polaroids w photos u took together

you stream his music 24/7

he writes sad sad songs abt missing you

worse than hannie and his break up songs 😭

working on the maknae line!

#skz #skz headcanons #stray kids #bang chan #lee know #lee minho #changbin #seo changbin #hyunjin #hwang hyunjin

[hongcherry]

pretty please (stay with me) || c.sc | 1

"After being assigned a fashion show for your big senior project, you set off to find volunteers to make it successful. However, when you meet Choi Seungcheol and his unfriendly clique through your volunteers, you realize they’re an unwanted package deal you can’t escape from. Can you handle Seungcheol's obnoxious friends, and can he handle your brash behavior?"

🍒 Pairing: businessMajor!Seungcheol x fashionMajor!Reader (afab)

🍒 Rating/Genres/AUs: M(18+); Slice of life (!!!), slow burn, drama, fluff, angst; Unrequited enemies to lovers (lol), strangers to lovers, college au

🍒 Warnings: [general tw (won't be repeated in the other chapters)] reader has she/her pronouns (referred to as girl, miss), reader dresses really feminine, reader is not nice, character outfit descriptors, parent/family issues (marital problems), bullying | [chapter tw] “joke” that implies prostitution in a negative way, near car accident (rear end), brief mention of death thru a joke

🍒 WC: 14.8k

🍒 Betas: Huge shout out to my bae, @love-strike, for being with me throughout this whole process, for listening to me whine, for helping me brainstorm majors for OT13, and for being so supportive! tysm 😭 And thank you to @playmetheclassics, @here4kpopfics, @angelwoozi for also beta'ing this series! ty for your time and for your sweet feedback! i really cherish everyone's efforts and brains hehe 🥰💖 i understand this was not an easy task to take on.

🍒 Author's Note: HAPPIEST BIRTHDAY TO THE LOML, CHOI SEUNGCHEOL!!!!!!!!! 🎂♥️ I started this fic in September 2022 and contemplated even publishing it multiple times. I think this will be the first fic I've worked on for so long and published. Also, this is the longest fic I've ever written, so that's exciting! It was supposed to be one long one-shot, but I ended up writing way too much for a one-shot LOL. I'm really proud of myself for powering through and not abandoning it, as I've done in the past. I also wrote this all in past tense and spontaneously decided to change it to present 😪 Anyway, please enjoy the start of this couple's journey 😁

also read here: AO3 | Wattpad

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When people say good students are those who arrive on time, you find it hard not to scoff. Professors should care more about how hard-working one is rather than if they show up on the dot.

Of course, you do try to make it on time, but can you really leave your house looking less than perfect? Absolutely not. Plus, the first fifteen minutes usually consist of professors getting set up for their classes, so you don’t feel like you are missing anything of importance.

Today is no different.

Ten minutes past the official class time, you stroll inside the room. Students are seated where they normally sit, some are on their phones, and others are trying to finish some last-minute homework assignments. It’s a fairly small class, and being in your senior year means everyone knows each other well. Although, most of the people in your class think ill of you and don’t talk to you.

At first, you thought it was a pity, but in the end, you realized you didn’t want to befriend those who would only talk shit behind your back. This is what you figured they did since they were never discreet when they exchanged whispers with their eyes glued to you. 

Luckily, you have at least one friend in the class. Quality over quantity, right?

“Right on time,” your friend, Dae, says with a sly smile when she spots you.

You chuckle and slide into the seat next to her. “Class started fifteen minutes ago.”

“It did, but you’re right on time for you,” she explains with a knowing grin.

“Guess I need to be more late from now on,” you tease as you take out your iPad.

The device is a holy grail to you. Majoring in fashion design means all your ideas and creations over the past few years are stored there. When you don’t have it, it’s stored in secret in your house. Maybe that’s a little excessive, but losing it would feel like losing a part of yourself. After all, art creations always include a part of the creator. The device almost feels like it’s an extension of yourself—something too personal for others to peek at.

Dae rolls her eyes. “Or you could come on time. That would be different.”

“Why would I? The first fifteen minutes are worthless,” you huff and open your notes.

“I wouldn’t quite say that,” Dae answers, sliding a piece of paper over. You glance down at it.

Prepare for the annual Senior Fashion Show! Students are to create their own fashion show with a theme of their choice. The show will be toward the end of the semester in the Main Theatre (official times and dates TBD). The project will count for 80% of your grade as this will require you to use all the skills you’ve acquired as a student. When creating your show, be sure to be mindful of the following…

“This was handed out at the beginning of class. Seems like we’re going to have to work with students from outside our department,” Dae comments after she gives you a few minutes to read everything.

So, this is it.

Every senior majoring in fashion design is required to participate. You attended every fashion show hosted during your time as a student here. You were always left in awe, motivated to be a student that would leave behind a name for themselves at the college. You want to inspire the next seniors just as the ones inspired you before.

While this assignment has your body giddy with excitement, there is a part you are dreading.

People skills are not your forte.

Not because you feel awkward talking to new people, but because the conversations always end unpleasantly. Sometimes with back-handed compliments, insults, or them trying to scold you. You hope that won’t be the case while recruiting volunteers.

“So, do we have the class period to start getting things together?” you question once you finish skimming through the instructions again. You’re responsible for a lot more elements than you anticipated. You need lighting, music, a theme, backstage helpers, hair and makeup artists, an advertiser, and most importantly, models. This is when you wish you had a large network. Though, every friend you tried to make didn’t end up lasting. Dae is the only person who has stuck by your side.

“Yup,” she replies. “We’ll be doing mini assignments throughout the semester to help us prepare. I think it’s just a way for Dr. Lim to give us grades so he doesn’t get in trouble.”

“Probably,” you sigh. You are already feeling stressed. Quickly, you scribble down a list of to-do’s in your notes.

“Do you have a theme in mind already?” Dae asks after a moment.

“No, do you?” you wonder.

Dae sits back in her chair, pen resting between her fingers. “I was thinking about something with space? Maybe my main colors will be blue, purple, and black.”

“Oh? Isn’t that what you’ve been doing, though? Don’t you want to try something different?”

Although the question is harmless, the tone of your voice must have rubbed Dae the wrong way. She closes her eyes, takes a deep breath, and then looks at you again.

“Think of it as branding, okay? Why does it bother you so much?” she wonders with a frown. Realizing your mistake, you inhale slowly.

“It doesn’t. I didn’t mean to sound rude. I’m sure your stage will do well,” you reply, forcing a small smile on your lips.

“No ‘sorry’?” Dae asks despite knowing it isn’t part of your favorite vocabulary.

You narrow your eyes at her. “Nope. Just don’t be so defensive next time.”

“You’re insufferable,” Dae answers. “One day, you will be sorry for your behavior.”

Shrugging, you say, “There’s always a chance, but maybe if the world wasn’t so insecure, saying sorry wouldn’t be so wanted.”

Dae exhales disapprovingly at your thought process, displeased with your reply. “Well, for now, maybe try to be more empathetic?”

“I have bigger things to worry about right now. For instance,” you start, a finger at the top of your to-do list, “I’ve got to find someone who can provide me with music.”

Fuck, it’s too loud in here.

The sounds of different instruments being played at once, all emitting different tunes, have a migraine bubbling in your head.

You make a beeline to the professor who is sitting in the corner. She is an older lady, evident by her wrinkles and gray hair. Yet, her features are soft, and the smile she gives you makes you feel at ease.

“Hello, miss, can I assist you?” she asks when you’re in hearing range.

“I didn’t mean to interrupt, but I was hoping you could help me with an assignment?” you wonder and offer her a kind smile, hoping she won’t shoo you away immediately.

“Ah, it’s alright. They’re just practicing for an upcoming assignment today. What is it you need, dear?”

“Who would you consider your best student? Is there a way you can get me in contact with them?”

The professor’s eyes widen slightly at the question. She didn’t expect that. Nevertheless, her gaze rises to scan the classroom.

“There,” she points as discreetly as she can. You follow her finger, which lands on a blonde-haired guy tuning his guitar. “Lee Jihoon. He’s the most talented student I’ve ever had.”

“This semester?” you ask out of curiosity.

The professor shakes her head. “Ever.”

You can’t stop the small disbelieving huff that escapes you. The best student ever? You aren’t sure how long she’s been teaching, but you doubt out of all her time, he is the best. He looks too young.

“Now, now, don’t judge a book by its cover,” she scolds gently. You have to force yourself not to roll your eyes at the phrase. You’ve heard it too many times that its meaning lost its effect on you.

“What makes him your best student?” you question, sight going back to the man who is oblivious to your stare. He sits next to another student who also has a guitar. They seem to be friends from the way they are laughing together.

“His work is versatile and very good. I’m positive he will be the perfect person for your project.” The way she speaks about him makes you believe her. There was no waver to her voice, and her eyes hold a fondness in them you know one can’t replicate if not genuine.

“How long until they have their assignment due?” you wonder, realizing you may have to wait until the class ends before you could talk to him.

The professor smiles. “I’ll let them have five more minutes so you can introduce yourself.”

Internally, you sigh in relief. You’re grateful you don’t have to wait.

“Thank you,” you say before strolling to the man.

As you near, his friend glances up. He’s mid-sentence when he spots you, eyes growing slightly at the sight of you. You’re used to getting looks like that. Your fashion is always dressier than the average college student's. People just aren’t used to it.

“Hi,” the brunette friend says. He has prince-like features, and you almost consider asking him to be one of your models. You give him a small grin out of politeness before turning to the whole reason you came over.

“Lee Jihoon?” you ask.

Jihoon’s mouth parts slightly in surprise. “Uh, y-yeah. Do I know you?”

“No. My name’s Yn. I have a project in a class and need someone to provide music for me. You won’t get paid, but any extra experience is always good, right?” you greet, not wanting to dance around the subject. After all, this is only the first of many on your to-do list.

“What major are you in?” he wonders, brows knitted in confusion.

“Fashion design,” you answer.

Jihoon is silent for a moment. “And how did you find me?”

This guy is more difficult than you wished. You just need him to say yes.

“I asked for the best student, and you were recommended. So, what do you say? Will you help me?”

Jihoon gives you a small smile, but something about it rubs you wrong. “Sorry, my plate is a little full right now—”

“Do you need money? I can give you some afterward.”

You try not to sound desperate. Lee Jihoon is not the only music major—this is obvious by the amount of noise you hear in the background.

But you never settle for less than the best.

You have been looking forward to this project since your college tour here. 

“It’s not that,” Jihoon chuckles awkwardly. “I have other assignments I have to practice for, but I’m sure there will be someone else to help you. There’s a lot of talented students her—”

“But they’re not the best,” you interrupt. What else can you offer him that will make him say yes?

“Well, being the best is subjective,” Jihoon counters, voice light so you know he doesn’t mean it rudely.

You open your mouth to bargain with him more, but his friend leans into his ear. The noise from the other instruments behind you makes it hard to hear what they are saying.

Patience is something you rarely have. The longer you stand there waiting, the more annoyed you get.

“Look, you have almost a full semester to get a song done by then. I’m sure you can find some tim—”

“Fine,” Jihoon grumbles as he shoves his friend away. “I’ll do it.”

“Oh,” you pause. You are fully prepared to go down the mental list of how helping you will help him in return. One that will be complete bullshit, but if it gets him to say yes, then so be it. Luckily, you don’t have to. 

“Great!” you say.

You aren’t going to give him time to back out, so you quickly retrieve a business card you had made from your purse. It’s easier to exchange contact information, and you never know when you may run into someone important. Being in an artistic field means competition. You always need to have an eye out for something, or someone, that will help you get your name out there.

“Here’s my number. Please contact me before the day ends.”

Jihoon takes the card and examines it. “Got it. What kind of music will you need?”

“I’m not sure yet, but I’ll let you know,” you reply. He nods in response.

“I look forward to hearing your music. I’ll talk to you later then,” you say.

You have half a heart to wish them both luck on their assignment, but part of you is a little petty that Jihoon put you through some trouble. Instead, you give them a wave before turning on your heel.

As you’re leaving, you hear a loud sigh followed by a laugh from behind you. 

“Shut up, Shua,” Jihoon groans before the professor calls everyone’s attention.

Music, check. Now, what’s next?

As you make your way down the hallway, you stumble across Dae. She is surrounded by two other male students, none of whom you know. You don’t plan to greet her since she seems busy, but the sound of your heels clicking against the tile catches her attention.

“Yn!” she calls out cheerfully.

You halt in your tracks, turning to see her smiling at you. She gestures for you to come over, so you do.

“Hey,” you say to her.

“How’s your project going?” she asks.

“I got someone to help me with music,” you reply, then glance behind her to see the two guys staring at you. Dae follows your gaze and makes a small “oh!”

“Is that all? Do you have anyone for advertising or graphics?” Dae wonders, her voice seemingly excited.

“I don’t,” you answer hesitantly. Her eagerness has you worried.

“Perfect!” she exclaims, then turns to the others. “This is Yejun and Jeonghan. They’re both advertising majors. Yejun agreed to help me with my project, but Jeonghan,” she pauses to address the man. He has blonde hair that goes past his eyes. His soft features are handsome and almost angelic. 

“Jeonghan, would you mind helping my friend with hers? She’s super talented.”

Jeonghan glances at you, but before he can say anything, you ask him, “What are your skills? Do you have some work I could see first?”

Jeonghan looks taken aback. “O-oh, I don’t have a portfolio yet, sorry.”

“Ah, that’s fine,” you say before looking at Dae. “Thanks for trying to help me, but I’ll find someone else.”

Dae’s eyes narrow at you. “Come on, Yn. Jeonghan is really good!”

“Didn’t you just meet him?” you question and try to stop the scoff that threatens to escape.

“Well, yes, but Yejun has been my friend for a while, and I’ve seen his work. Yejun and Jeonghan have worked together as well, and their creations are unique!”

You inhale deeply, eyes roaming from your friend to Jeonghan. He offers you a smile.

“What your friend said,” Jeonghan replies with a small chuckle.

“Trust me on this,” Dae says. “Jeonghan won’t disappoint you.”

You don’t feel at ease agreeing to someone blindly. Dae’s definition of “really good” could be different from yours. Although her work is good, you feel your standards are way above hers. You had planned to ask for the best student for each assigned task, so having been offered a random helper with no proof of their credentials is unnerving. 

Granted, you haven’t heard Jihoon’s work, but you were sold on the way the professor spoke about him. Dae, on the other hand, is not a professor and could be biased as Yejun is her friend. Though, you still have a lot more positions to fill, and you need to do so soon.

Sighing, “Fine. You can work with me.”

From the way you word your sentence, it’s almost as if Jeonghan is supposed to jump up and down with glee. He doesn’t.

You grab another business card from your purse and hand it to Jeonghan. He takes it slowly.

“Just so you know, I have the right to replace you with someone else if I see your work isn’t fit,” you warn as Jeonghan slips the card into his pocket.

His eyes lock on yours. “That won’t be necessary,” he answers, not bothered by your comment.

“Oh?” you wonder and quirk an eyebrow up.

“Hm. You also need graphics, right? I have a person for that as well,” Jeonghan says.

“I haven’t seen their work yet—”

“You’re not very trusting, huh?” Jeonghan observes with a laugh. You shift your weight on one hip, not liking the way he is trying to tell you about your personality when he doesn't know you.

“I just know what I want, and I won’t settle,” you answer sharply.

Dae huffs next to you and gives you a gentle shove, indicating you to ease up. That isn’t going to happen.

Jeonghan doesn’t reply and instead takes out his phone. His fingers dance around the screen for a minute before he turns the device for you to see. On the screen is an Instagram account with various posts of different art and graphic pieces. Your eyes drift to the username. by_xuminghao_o. His art is impressive and definitely not an amateur like you half expected.

“So, about not settling,” Jeonghan trails off, a hint of a cocky smirk on his lips.

“I expect you both to contact me before the day ends,” is all you respond with.

Jeonghan pockets his phone and nods. He seems content with your answer even though you don’t confess the art meets your standards.

“All good then?” Dae asks, glancing between you two.

“We’re good,” Jeonghan replies and gives you another smile of his—one you are starting to hate seeing. There is just something about it that seems like he knows more things than you in a cocky, condescending way.

Yejun glances at his watch and then nudges Jeonghan.

“Thanks, ladies, but we have a class to attend. Nice to meet you, Yn,” Yejun says.

You hum in response while turning away from them. Dae says her goodbyes, watching as they leave before putting her focus on you.

“Do you have to be so picky?” she sighs.

“As I said, I know what I want. I’ve waited to do this project for years. It has to be perfect,” you explain and pull out your iPad. You check off music and advertising from your to-do list. Graphics aren’t listed, but you figure it will be a nice addition.

“I understand, but—”

“Just focus on your project, and I’ll focus on mine, okay?” you interrupt. You don’t feel like hearing her lecture you for a second time today.

“Alright,” Dae answers. “I’ll see you around,” she says, walking away before you can say anything else.

With her back turned, you roll your eyes at her attitude. It has your mood lowering, and you conclude you’re done with human interaction for now. You carefully place your iPad back in your bag, then make a beeline to the parking lot, ready to go home to figure out a theme for your show.

Home is somewhere you don’t enjoy being.

It always has this melancholy cloud looming over you. You can never seem to get rid of it completely. Even on the good days, it lingers in the corner of the room, always threatening to float above you. You doubt it will ever dissipate.

Your back is against the headboard of your bed, your iPad resting against your legs that are pulled to your chest. The music playing is too low for your liking, but you know if it’s any louder, your father will scold you for the high volume. Sometimes you will raise it just to get him to talk to you. Though today is not one of those days. You want to be left alone for once, which isn't usually too hard to do unless your sister needs attention. Like now.

“Today is the last day. Pleaseeee, Yn!” your sister whines at the foot of your bed. Her small body is bouncing with desperation and eagerness.

Reluctantly, you flicker your gaze up at her. The slight scowl on your face doesn’t seem to faze her… Probably because she’s seen it so much.

“Can’t you see I’m busy?” you exasperate, gesturing to your iPad.

Seoah frowns. “When are you not? Come on! It’ll take, like, ten minutes. I’ve been looking forward to getting a Fallin’ Flower frap for months! You know it’s a seasonal drink.”

“Didn’t Dad say you couldn’t have any more sweets?” you say and peer down at your iPad again. You’re in the middle of brainstorming themes for your show. There are various words within bubbles, each connected with a line.

“I’ll just get a small,” she explains. When you don’t move, she walks around the bed to stand next to you. Her voice becomes softer, sadder. “You said you would take me. Dad can’t.”

“That was before I got assigned this project. It’s my—”

“Senior project that you’ve been looking forward to since your freshman year, yeah, I got it,” she responds, reciting what you’ve told her before.

You finally look at her once more. “I’ll take you for the next seasonal drinks, okay? They’re probably better anyway.”

“But I really want a Fallin’ Flower,” Seoah pouts.

“Next year,” you offer and return your attention to your homework.

“Yn—”

“Next year,” you repeat firmly without looking up.

Seoah pauses in her begging. You think she’s going to continue, but you hear the soft padding of her feet as she moves.

“Oh, Seoah?” you call out, glancing up.

She pauses by your door and looks up with some hope in her eyes.

“Don’t forget to shut the door all the way.”

“Right,” she mutters slowly, then leaves the room. You wait until you hear the door click close prior to getting back to work.

You sit on your bed the remainder of the day, only getting up to cook dinner for your father and sister. Your eyes feel strained and your body weak, but the sooner you pick a theme, the sooner you can get started. 

It’s days like these when your body is mentally and physically exhausted, that you miss your mom. You try not to think too much about her as it only makes the gloomy cloud above your head darker. 

Is she happier? Surely, she is. She is living her dream as a traveling journalist. Sometimes you will see her adventures if you peep at her social media. It’s self-torture to do so, but curiosity gets the best of you. You hope one day you’ll have the willpower to block all her accounts. 

At this point, you’re having the same conversation you have with yourself once a month. It never ends the way you want.

Inhaling deeply, you finish plating all the food before calling your family for dinner. While your father eats in his office, needing to continue his work, you and your sister eat in silence in the dining room.

Maybe one day things will change, but for now, you’ll have to settle with this.

You are about to knock on the door a second time when no one answers it. You have allotted only an hour for this meeting, so the longer you wait outside, the more you grow impatient. You have set mini-deadlines throughout the semester to ensure you will complete this assignment in a timely manner. You just hope your recruitees aren't going to slow you down.

Suddenly, the door is yanked open. Jeonghan stands on the other side, hair a little damp and a few wet spots on his shirt.

“Sorry about that,” he says hastily. “I thought I could shower quicker.”

“I told you eleven o’clock,” you scold. Jeonghan simply smiles.

“Never hurts to give people some wiggle room. Plus, aren’t you the early one?” Jeonghan leans back to view something. He looks at you after a few seconds. “It’s only three minutes past.”

“Early is on time,” you say as if that is an obvious life choice. Although you’re never really on time for classes, you reason that to be because the first fifteen minutes are a waste of time. This, on the other hand, is not. “Invite me in?”

Jeonghan moves aside and lets you enter. His apartment is tidy for the most part. It seems as if he had started to clean up but gave up toward the end.

“Where’s Minghao?” you wonder when you saw you were the only one here. He’s supposed to be here with Jeonghan, so you can all go over the advertising designs.

“He called and said he hit some traffic. Have a seat anywhere; I’m going to grab my laptop,” he instructs before jogging to another room. Shaking your head in disappointment, you glance around again.

Spotting his couch, you walk over and make yourself comfortable. You take out your iPad and open what you have so far—color ideas, font ideas, and a few mock-up fashion designs. It has been two weeks since you last saw Jeonghan. The majority of your tasks have already been assigned to people, but you still have to find a few more models.

“Alright, so, what’s the theme?” Jeonghan asks when he comes back. He sits down next to you, causing you to bounce slightly from his weight.

You angle your screen, so he can see it easier. “I decided on the four elements—water, ice, air, and earth. The title right now is Pinwheel.”

“This gives us multiple color options,” Jeonghan examines. “Maybe we could have five designs. One for each element and then one with all of them? That would give you a variety of exposure and make the audience feel they’re not looking at the same promo material every time.”

You sit still as you ponder his suggestion. “You don’t think people will get confused seeing different designs?”

“We can make it all tie in some way. You have your own logo, as I saw on your card. We can use that and the same fonts.”

“Okay,” you say slowly. “That sounds—”

A knock on the door stops you.

“Ah, that must be Minghao. Do you mind getting that? I’m going to get my notepad, so I can try to sketch some layouts.”

You nod, setting your iPad down next to his laptop, then walking to the entrance.

“You’re late,” you groan while you pull open the door.

“Oh? Am I?” the person says with a little playful smile on his lips.

Although you’ve never met Minghao, you have seen pictures of him on his Instagram. You expected to see a head of blue hair, but you are greeted with black. Instead of a narrow face, his is slightly wider. He wears an oversized white shirt, jeans, and a colorful necklace. He looks like every other college student. Sure, he’s more handsome than the average, but not by much. Behind him are two women and one man.

“Can I help you?” you exhale a disheartened sigh when you conclude it isn’t Minghao. Meaning, he’s even later than you wished for.

The guy chuckles. “I doubt it, but Jeonghan can. Is he here?”

His voice is slightly deep. You may have found him soothing to listen to if it wasn't for his irksome words.

“He’s busy right now. You can come back in an hour, though,” you instruct and start to close the door. You don’t need any distractions.

The man sticks his foot out to stop you, causing you to exhale annoyed when you can’t get rid of him. You open the door slightly again.

“Just tell him I’m here,” he says, his teasing tone not so visible anymore but still light enough to not sound too rude.

“And who are you?” you question apathetically.

“Jesus,” someone hisses behind him before shouting, “Jeonghan, come here!”

Your eyes gaze past the man to see a woman with short-length dark hair. She eyes you haughtily, hand on the man’s forearm as if she were to push him away. Though she never does. She takes in your attire, and you once again get a look of judgment at your choice of dress. Your white dress paired with a same-colored, opened button down and beaded chain around your hips is apparently not her style.

“What’s going on?” Jeonghan asks behind you. Reluctantly, you move aside so he can see. “Oh, Seungcheol! Right. One second. Come on in. I’ll get those papers for you.”

“Actually, do they need to come in? They’re not staying long,” you say quickly before any of them can move.

“Relax, princess, he’s just being friendly. You know, like when someone is kind, thoughtful, and considerate?” the girl questions as if you’re dumb and makes her way inside despite you standing close to the door. It forces you to move over. 

Her friends follow along. Three of them stand in the living room, while the second guy sits at the kitchen bar before pulling out his phone. You watch them with a fire inside your chest. Not only are Jeonghan and Minghao late, you now have to deal with this obstacle.

Just as you’re shutting the door, you see a glimpse of blue down the hall. Finally.

“You’re late,” you repeat, but to the correct person this time.

“I know, I’m sorry! Oh, are they helping too?” Minghao says, pausing at the entry when he sees the group of people inside.

“No. Get in,” you huff and point a finger in the apartment. Minghao enters without a fight.

“Hao!” the second girl exclaims with a smile.

Great. Do they all know each other?

“Hi, Hana,” Minghao greets with a gentle grin.

“What are you doing here?” Hana wonders.

“I’m helping Yn with her project,” he answers and gestures to you while you shut the door.

Hana looks your way, and you can see the distaste in her expression; however, she doesn’t say anything.

Jeonghan walks out of his room with a folder in his hand. “I hope this is what you need,” he tells the first man—Seungcheol, you presume.

Seungcheol smiles and takes it from him. He flips open the folder, doing a quick glance through the papers inside.

“Looks great,” he says. “Thanks for getting these for me.”

“Of course,” Jeonghan replies.

“Hannie, do you want to come to Shining Diamond with us this weekend?” the first girl asks, tilting her head in a way that appears as if she’s begging for a yes.

“Ah, this weekend?” he hesitates. “I have a test on Monday I was going to study for.”

“A few hours won’t hurt you,” she replies.

“Alright, Hajun, but only for an hour or so,” Jeonghan says with a not-so-stern voice.

“Great! Minghao, do you want to come, too?” Hajun asks.

Minghao shrugs. “I’ve got nothing else, so sure.”

Hajun grins widely. Her eyes go past Minghao to see you standing in the corner, your arms crossed and eyes staring daggers at everyone.

She doesn’t say anything, but her look tells you you aren’t invited. As if you are silently begging to join. The thought makes you scoff quietly.

“Cool. You all scheduled your weekends,” you start and walk back to the couch. You turn briefly to Seungcheol, who is eyeing you already. “And you got your things. Can we please continue?”

Your gaze shifts to Jeonghan at your question. He offers you an apologetic look before nodding.

“I’ll see you all this weekend. You can text me the time,” he says while walking to the door.

“We can decide that now,” Hana suggests.

“Or over text like Jeonghan said,” you interject. She narrows her eyes at you.

“Be patient. It’ll only take a few minutes,” she replies.

A few minutes, my ass.

“I’d rather you use those minutes to walk out the door.” You give her a faux smile.

“Have some respect,” Hajun scolds.

You laugh though you don’t find any of this humorous. “What a hypocrite. How about you respect people’s times?”

“I did tell Yn I’d help her,” Jeonghan cuts in sheepishly and opens the door to hint at them to leave. “I’ll text you all later, or you guys can come back in a bit.”

Seungcheol’s gaze lingers on yours as he walks toward the door. Your eyes catch on his as he makes his way into your line of sight. His stare has an unsettling feeling form in your stomach, and you contemplate asking what his problem is. Before you can, he turns to Jeonghan.

“Thanks again,” he says as he lifts the folder.

“No problem. Talk to you later,” Jeonghan replies.

All his friends have filed out except for the one male who hasn’t said a word. He glances at you. You expect to receive another jab about who knows what. Instead, he gestures at your body.

“Nice chains,” he compliments with a smile.

Your eyes widen slightly as you glance down briefly at your outfit. That was certainly unexpected. “Uh, thanks.”

“Come on, Vernon!” Hana yells from the doorway. Vernon gives you a thumbs up, which is uncanny given the situation, then follows his friends out the door.

Once they leave, you narrow your gaze at Jeonghan and Minghao. They’re quick to apologize again and start asking questions about your project before you can lecture them. Lucky for them, your hour is almost up, so there isn't enough time to do that anyway.

Weeks go by with you working nonstop on your project. Annoyingly, you also realize that the majority of the people you recruited to help all know each other. It usually isn’t something to be irritated by, but each time they run into each other, they usually end up making small talk that you have to break up. They can do that on their time, not yours. Even more frustrating is that this so-called Seungcheol and his groupies know them all as well. Their reactions to seeing you are always the same—ones of displeasure. Though the feeling is mutual.

You learn they are all business majors, except for Vernon. Well, he was a business major, but he plans to switch to something else. You can’t blame him. If all the business majors act revolting, you would leave that department as well.

Seungcheol… He isn’t as bad. 

You have only ever hung out with him by himself for less than five minutes. Those conversations spur when you’re both left alone after one of your “mutual friends,” because none of these people are your actual friends, abandon you both. The conversations are awkward and never hold any weight. He doesn’t throw snide remarks at you, but his presence still makes you uneasy with the possibility. You’re normally the first to leave because of that. Maybe if he didn’t have those obnoxious friends, you could tolerate him more. You can’t help but associate him with them though. You simply want to get away from them, even if that includes him. Not that you are craving his presence anyway. You barely know him and aren’t interested in changing that.

“Those are looking awesome so far!” Dae exclaims when she peers over your shoulder to see your sketches.

You smile at her and set your iPad down on the table. The weather outside is perfect, given the cool breezes in the heat. It eases your mind, and you feel more creative being in a new environment.

“Thanks, how are yours coming along?” you question and wait for her to angle her own iPad to you. On the screen are various designs, each with a hint of purple or blue.

“Those are neat,” you compliment.

“Yeah?” she says and beams at you. “What about this one? I think the shoulder looks a little weird.”

You reach over, using two fingers to zoom in on the screen to examine it.

“Maybe just lower this,” you gesture on the screen, careful as to not move the screen on accident. “You could take this part out too and make it asymmetrical.”

Dae hums, lips pursed in thought. “I’ll try it. I guess I won’t really know until it’s on someone.”

You nod in agreement before focusing on your designs again. After a while, Dae excuses herself from your homework session. She had planned to meet with one of her helpers. You bid her a quick goodbye.

Ten minutes pass when you see someone standing in front of your table, blocking your sunlight. Your eyes rise to see who it is.

“Hi,” Seungcheol greets.

You straighten your posture upon seeing him. He wears a basic navy suit that fits him well. To your surprise, it actually looks decent on him. Your eyes dart around him to see if any of his friends came.

“Just me this time,” he answers the question in your head.

“What is it you need?” you ask blankly.

“Must I need something?” he retorts.

You suppress the eye roll you want to give him. “Well, I’m sure you didn’t come here to tell me about your day.”

“I can if you want,” he responds, then to your utter dread, he sits down across from you. From the position he is sitting at, the breeze is blowing his hair forward and into his face. He raises a hand to push it back, but it’s no use.

“You can spare me. Tell me what you want and go,” you instruct. This is the first time he has approached you—and alone, for that matter. You don’t want to make it a regular thing.

“Always straight to the point,” he chuckles.

“I just don’t like my time being wasted,” you explain.

“So, I’m wasting your time now?” His eyebrow quirks up.

“Should I spell it out for you?” you scoff. It should be obvious that you don’t feel like talking to him.

“You can try, but do you know how to spell it?” he stares at you through the hair on his face. Even though you can’t see him clearly, you can tell he has a challenging gleam in his eyes.

“At this point, I think you just came to bother me,” you sulk.

He smirks at you. “I didn’t, but it is a little fun to see your feathers ruffled.”

“They’re perfectly content being unruffled.”

Seungcheol chuckles at your response. He pushes his hair back, but this time he rests his hand against his head, keeping his hair in place. His elbow is propped on the table while his other arm lays flat on the surface. 

All the times you have seen him, his hair has covered part of his forehead. Now, it’s all exposed, and you feel you can see him. Maybe it’s because he’s donning a suit for once, but he looks almost… handsome like this—dressed formally with a small glint in his eyes and his lips spread in a gentle smile.

“Where’s the fun in that?” he replies. “I think you need to have more fun.”

Well, he was handsome until he opened his mouth.

“I don’t need a stranger telling me how to live my life,” you say.

“A stranger? I would think we’re at least acquaintances,” he frowns.

“You only see me because your friends are helping me. Speaking of, is that why you’re here? Does it have anything to do with one of them?”

Seungcheol bites his bottom lip, and you can’t stop your eyes from lowering to his mouth.

“Maybe,” he answers slowly. Your eyes snap back to his when he speaks. He gives you a knowing smile that has you shifting in your seat. You had only looked at his lips because he brought attention to them. Nothing more.

“Are we playing twenty questions?” you groan, finally unleashing the eye roll you have been trying not to do.

“We can,” Seungcheol says with a shrug. “You asked three already—more if you start from the time I sat down.”

Exhaling a deep breath, you put your forehead on the hand that’s propped on the table. The conversation is slowly draining your energy. The need to be alone becomes stronger with each second.

“Seungcheol,” you warn. You are not about to play a guessing game with this man. “Please.”

“Oh, so that word is in your vocabulary.”

“Yes. Would you like me to use it in a sentence?” you question, pitch raised as if you’re talking to a toddler. You lift your head to glare at him.

“Sure,” he smirks and leans forward. He still holds his hair back and this time, you can really see the way he is goading you.

“Please fuck off,” you grin widely. Your head tilts to the side as you push your arms together to act overly cute.

“Please make me,” he counters. The smirk he wears is still plastered on his lips.

“If we weren’t in public, I would,” you say, voice returning to normal as you relax your body—the cute act over.

“Oh? How?” he chuckles. From the way he looks at you, you know his mind has gone elsewhere.

You push at the arm that is stretched across the table. “Because I would rather not get caught for murder, you pervert.”

Seungcheol laughs and sits back, letting his hair fall back into his eyes. It’s the first time you notice he has dimples. Your first impression is that they are cute, but you quickly recall who they belonged to and shove that thought from your mind.

“Seokmin wanted to let you know he lost your card,” he finally discloses. “Asked if you could give him another.”

“If he lost a simple card, is he really reliable?” you sigh as you grab another from your purse.

“The good news is those stage lights are so big, he won’t be able to lose those,” he says, taking the card from your hand.

“Thankfully,” you mutter. “I hope you’re better than Seokmin at not losing things.”

“I’ll get this to him, don’t worry,” he replies and puts the card in his suit jacket. You want to ask why he is wearing that, but that will mean you will prolong this conversation. Fortunately for you, he starts to stand up before you succumb to the temptation.

“Thanks for the talk,” he says as if you had a choice. “I’ll see you around.”

You would have doubted that, but you know that won’t be true.

The second time Seungcheol approaches you by himself is a few days later when he catches you exiting a building he is approaching.

“Don’t tell me someone else lost my card as well,” you say after he calls your name. You readjust your bag on your shoulder as you wait for his response.

“About that,” he starts sheepishly.

You put your weight on one hip and cross your arms, and set your mouth in a straight line. You wait for him to tell you who is the perpetrator.

“I may have left your card in my suit jacket when I washed it.”

Well, that explains why you haven’t received a message from Seokmin yet.

“Seriously, Seungcheol?” you exasperate.

“I didn’t do it on purpose!” he says, lips pouting and eyebrows angled.

Shaking your head, you retrieve another card. You make a mental note to restock later as you are running out.

Seungcheol reaches out to grab it from you, but you quickly pull back.

“Put this in your bag,” you instruct. 

You slowly give him the card and watch as he slings his bag around to his front. He makes a show of unzipping one of the front pockets and sliding it inside.

“Done,” he says, acting like he should be rewarded for doing as he was told.

“Good. Is that all?” you wonder. You’ve just finished your last class of the day, and all you want to do is climb into bed.

“Yes.”

Seeing no need to continue the conversation, you start walking in the direction of the parking lot.

“Great. Bye, Seungcheol,” you say over your shoulder.

“Hey, wait,” he says quickly, walking briskly to be by your side. “We’re going in the same direction.”

You peer up at him momentarily. “That doesn’t mean we have to walk together.”

“You said before we’re strangers. This would help us not be that anymore,” he shrugs casually.

“I never said I wanted that,” you reply flatly.

“It might benefit us since we’ll have to see each other a lot.”

“Is that so?” you sigh sadly.

Seungcheol smiles at you before shoving his hands in his pockets. “You did ask my friends to help you.”

“Well, if I knew you were a package deal, I wouldn’t have.”

“Come on. I’m not that bad.”

Sighing, you slow your steps to look at him better. He stops next to you, awaiting your response. His gaze is hopeful, but you’re not sure why.

“I’ll agree if you leave me alone,” you finally say.

Seungcheol’s lips dip in a frown. “I’ll get you to admit it one day.”

He starts to walk again before you can reply. Now is your chance to let him get a few feet from you. You have the opportunity to finally end this conversation you’ve been dreading. Though, for some strange reason, your feet quickly move on their own accord.

Seungcheol’s steps are small, and you catch up with him easily. Neither of you says a word, but you can see a hint of a smile on his lips.

Instead of parting ways once you reach the parking lot, he follows you to your car. Something about it being dangerous for you to walk to it alone, even though it’s light out.

“Yn?” he says to catch your attention when you open your door. You turn and give a small “hm?” in response.

“My friends and I plan to go to this poetry lounge in two weeks. Would you want to come?” he asks. You aren’t sure why he appears to be anxious.

The shock you feel must be evident on your face because Seungcheol’s apprehensive expression relaxes into a gentle smile.

“Business friends or our ‘mutual ones’?” The idea doesn't sound so bad if you are hanging out with the people who are helping you. Although you have your issues with them, they aren’t that bad to be around if you’re being honest.

“Business.”

That’s not what you want to hear.

“Do your friends know you’re asking me this?”

Seungcheol shakes his head. “No, but I don’t need their permission. What do you say?”

You can’t recall being invited to a night out with someone other than Dae. If you were to go out without Dae, it would be with your family or for a class assignment. To be invited to a place by Seungcheol, out of all people, catches you off guard.

Despite having an opportunity for a different change of pace, you answer, “No.”

“No?” he asks, perplexed.

“Your friends don’t like me, Seungcheol,” you explain matter-of-factly through a sigh, leaning against your open door.

“They just like to tease you. I’ll talk to them before,” he explains. 

Tease is a funny way to describe it, you think.

“I don’t need you fighting my battles,” you answer, referring to the latter part of his reply.

“Still. I want you to enjoy yourself. You’ve probably been glued to that project of yours. Step away for a bit,” he reasons.

He isn’t wrong. Your focus has solely been on the project. Of course, you have other classes, but you aren’t putting as much effort into them as you are this one.

“I’ll pick you up and pay for any expenses,” he offers. The more he talks, the more taken aback you are. You figured he’d drop the offer once you rejected him. From every interaction you’ve had with these “friends,” it never ends well. You doubt this will be any different. Regardless, something in you feels a little… honored he is so adamant about getting you to come.

Thus, hesitantly, “Fine.”

Seungcheol’s face breaks out in a grin. “Okay. I can give you my number, so you can text me your address.”

He starts to pull out his phone, but you stop him.

“No need,” you say. At Seungcheol’s confused expression, you continued with a faint smile, “You have my card.”

His mouth opens briefly in realization before the corners are pulled up.

“One step ahead, I see,” he teases, pulling it out to inspect it as if confirming your number is there. You suppose he may think you’re lying to get out of going.

“I’ll text you then,” he concludes and places the card back.

“Alright,” you say, shifting your weight. You aren’t sure if he wants to say anything else. Why are you giving him the time to? You have already given him enough of it.

Sensing your readiness to leave, he waves as he slowly takes steps backward. “Drive safely, Yn.”

“You too, Seungcheol.”

You climb into your car’s seat, turn on the engine, and watch as he makes his way through the maze of cars until he is out of sight.

That Friday comes sooner than you would’ve liked.

Throughout the times you had met with your “friends,” you had bumped into Seungcheol one-third of the time. Sometimes, you were left alone with him again. Each interaction you had with him became easier the more you talked to him. 

Dare you to admit; his presence wasn’t actually teeth-gritting anymore? At least when he was alone, you didn’t have to deal with his business friends. Despite him not usually laughing at their jokes, he never really stepped in to stop them teasing you at first. Maybe only a few times when he felt things got too heated. He wasn’t your best friend, but part of you did hope he would’ve said something. 

Each time he didn’t, you felt your disappointment rise. He apologized on their behalf constantly, but his apology meant nothing when they kept insulting you. However, lately, he has been stepping in sooner. Although you didn’t want him fighting your battles initially, some things you couldn’t do alone. One thing you and his business friends had in common was that no one really knew where the sudden change of attitude came from. For once, you didn’t complain, though.

You’re tempted to cancel this outing, but talking to Seungcheol a few days ago made you realize he was a little more excited than he was letting on. The reason is unknown to you—maybe he really likes poetry lounges—but you’d feel slightly guilty if you ditch last minute.

It’s not like you haven’t been out on a Friday night with people, yet your heart is beating rapidly in your chest. You have changed about six times, exchanging your accessories with each outfit. Normally, you would dress up more, but these aren’t your friends you’re about to hang out with. They are Seungcheol’s—business majors who think skirts more than two inches above the knees mean you’re a slut. Though, you can’t figure out why that matters. You never dress with the thoughts of others. If you want to wear something that day, even if it’s “over-the-top” for some, you wear it. So, why are you in such a fashion dilemma now?

In the end, you settle for a simple, spaghetti-strapped red dress that is slightly bunched on the sides with strings that are tied in bows. You pair it with a small, heart-shaped purse and white heels. There isn’t any bling in your outfit, which is unusual for you. The accessories you wear are minimal and small. They are a matching cherry set you were gifted by your mother on your 12th birthday. Although it’s been years since you received them, they’re still wearable and delicate enough not to call much attention—unlike some of your other accessories. 

You reach for a white fur jacket only to stop when your fingers graze it. Your eyes travel to yourself in the mirror as you debate on wearing it. The jacket will be too much, you conclude.

The buzzing of your phone catches your attention. It’s Seungcheol telling you he’s five minutes away. After stuffing your phone in your purse, you quickly apply red lipstick and toss it in your purse for later touch-ups.

When your phone buzzes again, you hurry to your front door. Your family is home, and you don’t want Seungcheol to meet them. Life at home isn’t ideal, and the only person who has a hint of what is going on is Dae. You doubt Seungcheol will find that out from one quick meeting, but you don’t want to risk it.

You throw your door open, ready to meet him at his car. Instead, he stands in front of you with a hand raised. He takes a step back in surprise. His eyes glide down your body quickly, but you’re too concerned about your family coming to notice.

“Oh, hey,” he greets. “I was just about to knock.”

Before any of your family can intervene, you close the door and start your way down the porch steps. Seungcheol follows you.

“You didn’t have to. I can make my way to your car by myself,” you answer. Although you’ve never been in his car before, you’ve seen it around. Plus, it’s the only unknown vehicle near your home.

You stand next to the passenger door and wait for him to unlock it, arms wrapped around your body when the chilly weather hits you.

“You sure you don’t want a jacket?” he asks when he notices you didn’t bring one.

“It didn’t go with my outfit,” you explain. It’s a lie. The coat did go with your fit, but you didn’t feel like disclosing the fashion crisis you had gone through.

Seungcheol chuckles. “So, you’re going to freeze instead?”

“It’s not that cold,” you lie again.

“It’ll get colder later, though,” he explains and comes closer to you. You step aside when he is a few inches from you. You press your arms tighter around you, eyes averting from his because of his close proximity. The small distance has you wanting to squirm away, but your feet can’t move. He peers at you with a small smile while he reaches behind you.

“My lady,” he murmurs when he pulls the door open and gestures for you to get inside.

“How chivalrous,” you reply after you force your nervousness away. You carefully slide inside his car, situating yourself comfortably in the seat.

Seungcheol waits to ensure you have all your limbs inside before shutting the door. As he walks around to the other side, your eyes scan his car. The seats are leather, and the interior has higher tech than you thought it would. It is a nice car—not overly luxurious, but enough to show it isn’t cheap. It makes you wonder how much it costs.

“You warm enough?” Seungcheol questions after he gets in and buckles.

“Yeah,” you reply quietly, hands resting awkwardly in your lap. The heat from the vents aids in your goosebumps disappearing.

Your mind is already wondering what to expect tonight. You know his friends aren’t fond of you. At least most of them. That guy, Vernon, seems nice enough. He is the quiet one in the group; however, you did notice he has his own quirks that make him unique. You foresee yourself hanging out with him most tonight. But even then, you don’t feel too great about going.

The longer you sit in Seungcheol’s car, the more you regret agreeing to this.

He stares at you for a moment; brows knitted together slightly. You feel uncanny acting so meek, and Seungcheol can't help but notice.

Silence consumes the small area for a few seconds until Seungcheol says, “Seatbelt.”

You look at him confused, then realize he is talking to you. Of course he is, who else?

“Right,” you mumble, quickly pulling the belt over your body.

“You don’t have to come, you know?” he says with one hand on the steering wheel while the other is on the gear stick.

You sigh and gesture to the road ahead. “Let’s just get going. I’ve got stuff to do after.”

It isn’t completely a lie. You still have to work on bringing your designs to life for the show, but it isn’t like you are behind schedule that you need to do that tonight. You just know you might actually back out if you ponder on leaving more.

Seungcheol bites his bottom lip, averting his focus to the road. He doesn’t reply and obliges to your request by shifting the car into drive.

During the ride, your gaze drifts to Seungcheol. He is relaxed in his seat. One arm stretches to hold the wheel while his other rests on his thigh. One which is clad in a pair of light-washed jeans with a black belt between the jean loops. He wears a white shirt tucked in and a black jacket.

You peer forward slightly to read what his shirt says. Propriety of Balenciaga? The Balenciaga? You don’t think he’s wealthy enough to afford one of those shirts. Perhaps it was a gift or a knock-off brand? Maybe he thrifted it… Though, Seungcheol doesn’t seem like the thrifting type.

“Do you need this?” he asks, breaking you out of your thoughts. He’s holding his jacket open to show you what he means. You must’ve been staring too much.

“No, I’m okay,” you say and turn your attention away quickly. “I just didn’t realize you wore glasses.”

Although the comment is true, you need something to say before he questions why you truly are staring at him. You had noticed the spectacles earlier but didn’t feel like mentioning them.

Seungcheol laughs lightly, “Actually, I don’t. I just thought I’d try to improve my fashion. What do you say, did it work?”

He glances at you after stopping at a traffic light; his mouth quirks up in a teasing smile. You turn toward him and scan his face quickly. They do look good on him, but you aren’t going to tell him that.

“They certainly did something, but whether that effect is good or bad is a secret,” you reply, looking away again.

“I’ll take that as you not wanting to admit they look nice on me,” Seungcheol says and continues driving at the green light.

“I think they’d look better on someone else,” you answer. Though, you don’t believe what you said. Something about the glasses on him has you wanting to stare at him more. They fit his face well and make him appear more attractive. You don’t want to sit on that thought for much longer.

“Is that so? Here,” he says, pulling them off his face. The glasses come into your view, and you stare at him, puzzled. 

When you don’t take them, he adds, “They won’t bite.”

You roll your eyes at his comment and finally grab them from his grasp. You pull down his sun visor to look at yourself. After sliding on the spectacles, you turn your head from side to side to see the different angles.

“I think I was right. They do look better on someone else,” you tease and face him as you shut the visor. Seungcheol turns to you at your reply.

His eyes wander across your face, a hint of a smile appearing on his lips.

“Maybe I’ll have to agree with you this one time,” he says. His stare lingers on yours so much that it has you shifting in your seat. When you avert your gaze, your eyes widen.

“Cheol!” you shout as he was about to rear-end another car. Instinctively, he shoots an arm out across your chest that has your back pressing firmly against the seat. The sudden act causes you to reach up and grab onto his arm tightly.

The car screeches as it comes to a sudden halt. Luckily in time to not hit the other car.

You both sit still, breathing intensified at the near accident. After a few seconds, Seungcheol retracts his arm. It’s then you realize you’re still holding onto him. Your eyes dart to his forearm and frown when you see small crescent shapes indented in his skin.

“Sorry,” you say sheepishly.

Seungcheol’s focus is ahead of him but glances at you in confusion at your apology. “What?”

You quickly gesture to his forearm. When he sees the marks, he rubs a hand over them absentmindedly. “It’s fine. Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine. Are you?” you reply, heart rate slowing down to normal.

“I’m alright. Sorry. I guess I shouldn’t make you play dress up in the car.”

“No, it was my fault.”

Seungcheol eases on the gas pedal when the light turns green, keeping a safe distance from the car in front. He remains quiet for a while to ensure you are both safe.

“Are you sure you’re okay? First, you apologize, and now something is your fault?” he jokes.

You don’t remember what you said a few minutes ago, so it takes a while for you to comprehend what he is saying. “Shut up,” is all you can respond with in the end.

Seungcheol laughs but doesn’t pester you about it any longer.

“Oh, you can take these back,” you say and tug off the reason for almost hitting another car.

“Thanks,” he mumbles as he slides the glasses back on his face.

You nestle yourself back in the seat again and glance out the window. As the buildings pass, it dawns on you that you’ve never called him Cheol. The thought of using a nickname for him has your body tingle with an unknown feeling. It’s strange. You aren’t the first to call him that, but you aren’t that close to him to start using nicknames. Annoyingly, you spend the remainder of the car ride fretting about how he felt toward you shortening his name. 

Did he even notice? If he did, did he like it? Had you crossed a line?

When he parks, you become acutely aware of everyone’s attire. Many wear jeans or tights with a plain shirt and jacket. A few have on skirts or dresses, but they are more t-shirt dresses or plain skater skirts, if anything. Plus, they are accompanied by tights because of the weather. No one has as much skin showing as you do.

The sinking feeling of not belonging consumes you. You can’t remember the last time you felt this way, and that alone has you questioning yourself even more.

“I’m too dressed for this, aren’t I?” you think out loud.

Seungcheol turns off the car, eyes raking your body again. Though this time, you’re aware of it. You tug down the bottom of your dress at his stare. It’s not like it’s predatory, but it still has your nerves skyrocketing.

“Since when did you care about what others thought of your outfit?” he wonders. The question has you sighing, momentarily closing your eyes as you remind yourself you dress for you, not for others’ approval.

“Right,” you swallow harshly and sling your purse over your shoulder—mentally throwing away the negative thoughts too. “Let’s just go.”

With that, you open his car door and step out.

“Yn wait—” you hear Seungcheol call out right as you shut the door.

Your hair is immediately pushed from your face as the wind blows past. It makes your body shiver, and for a split second, you wish you took up Seungcheol’s offer to grab a jacket when you were at your house.

Seungcheol’s car beeps as it locks before he stands in front of you. His broad body blocks the wind, and you feel your own ease from feeling a tad warmer.

“I’m sorry if that came off rude,” he apologizes softly. “I think you look great.”

You look at him, face void of emotion. You don’t believe him, but you don’t want to argue. At least not standing in this weather. 

“Okay,” you reply. “We need to go meet your friends.”

You take a step forward, thinking it will get him to start walking toward the building, but he doesn’t budge. You only decrease the distance between you two.

“I mean it,” he whispers.

Goosebumps are forming on your exposed skin the longer you stay out. You blame the cold weather for them, but something in your chest tightens at the way Seungcheol is speaking to you.

“I think red is your color,” he pauses. “You should wear it more, Cherry.”

Your head tilts at his last word. “Cherry?”

The corner of his mouth raises at hearing it from your lips. Slowly, he brings a hand to your face. You stand still as you stare at him with wide eyes. His hand brushes past your cheek before he grazes his fingertips along your ear. 

“It suits you,” he murmurs, eyes moving away from yours. 

You follow his gaze and realize he has been looking at your cherry-charmed earrings. His eyes then flicker to the matching cherry-charmed necklace resting below your bare collarbones. You’re not sure if he means the color suits you or if the nickname he just made suits you. Either way, you’re surprised at his words.

Suddenly, the weather doesn't feel as chilly anymore. Your body heats quickly at his comment, or maybe it’s from how close he is to you. Nevertheless, you need to distract yourself from this warm, odd feeling bubbling in your chest.

You clear your throat and step back. His hand lowers steadily.

“I’ll think about it,” you reply more confidently and clearly.

Seungcheol takes the hint and moves aside, hands stuffed in his jeans pockets. He nods his head in the direction of the building, and you start walking toward it. Your pace is slightly faster than his, but you don’t mind not walking next to him. If anything, you need distance from him anyway.

The moment you open the door to the lounge, the heat from inside greets you in full force. You step inside and are welcomed by a worker. He is young, maybe a few years younger than you. He gives you a friendly smile.

“Hi, are you wanting to be seated, or are you with a group already?”

“With a group,” you reply. The worker nods.

“Do you need help locating them?”

You shake your head as the jingle of the door opening sounds behind you. Seungcheol stops behind you. His hand comes to hover over your lower back, not really touching you, but close enough to feel the heat radiate from his hand onto your skin. It has you shuffling away.

“They’re over there,” he says. You peer up to see where he is gesturing. Fair enough, you see his friends at a table toward the back of the building. There are five of them, all smiling at each other. You can spot a few familiar faces—one of them being Vernon. You feel a little at ease knowing he made it here.

“Thanks,” you murmur to the worker before making your way to the table. The closer you get to the table, the slower your steps become. You’re used to keeping your chin high in situations you aren’t completely comfortable in. The whole “fake it until you make it” is on repeat in your head.

Yet the saying is not encouraging you much right now.

“You’re not mad at me, are you?” Seungcheol asks when he catches up to you. You don’t realize you had stopped a few feet from the table.

“No,” you say. You aren’t mad at him; you just need some space from him for now. You don’t like how you aren’t in control of your emotions when you’re around him. “I’m going to freshen up in the bathroom.”

Seungcheol eyes you for a second before nodding. You make your way to the bathroom, but right before you enter, you can hear the welcoming echoes coming from his table of friends. All of them sound cheerful and excited to see him. You don’t expect any of them to look forward to your presence, yet you feel a little disappointed when no one brings up your name—in a positive way.

After using the restroom and washing your hands, you stand in front of the mirror with your hands lingering under the warm water. Your eyes roam your face and body, taking in your appearance. Compared to your normal fashion, you really did dress down. You sigh when you realize you’re circling back to the same issue.

You retract your hands from the faucet and grab a few towels to dry them.

It doesn’t matter if you’re overly dressed. You usually are and don’t care. You look great. You should feel confident in your fit. 

You gently tug the dress down before turning in front of the mirror.

You look fine. You look nice.

As you reapply your lipstick, you keep repeating compliments and reassuring phrases in your head. 

They’re going to look at you funny. You are going to ignore them.

“That’s right,” you sigh to yourself as you toss the lipstick back into your purse. 

Suddenly, your phone starts to vibrate. You pull it out to see Dae’s name appear across the top. You eagerly answer her call.

“Hey babe,” Dae’s voice comes from the other line. “How’s it going?”

“I’m ready to go home,” you say with a small huff.

“Damn, that horrible? Is he treating you badly?” Dae questions. You had told her about Seungcheol’s invitation when you got home that day. She was shocked, but ultimately supportive of you going.

You shake your head despite her not being able to see you. “No, he’s been fine. I just,” you pause. Although you have your ups and downs with Dae, she has stayed with you when no one else has. You don’t disclose your troubles often, wanting people to not see that side of you, but you’re feeling too low that you can’t stop the confession from coming out.

“I’m way overdressed for this place. Everyone’s in jeans or tights. I don’t belong here,” you say.

Dae sighs sadly. “Jeans are boring. I think I only own a pair,” she answers, trying to make you smile. “Just remember, if you were to die right now, would you want your last outfit to be something boring?”

“No,” you answer slowly.

“Exactly. These are people who are used to looking plain. They’re probably jealous you’re outdressing them. Don’t let them get to you, Yn. I’m sure you look beautiful.”

Your shoulders ease at her words. “Thanks, Dae.”

“No need. If they had the talent to dress themselves better, they would.”

You let her words sink in, but the reassurance doesn’t last long.

“I shouldn’t have come,” you say, beginning to pace the small area in the bathroom.

“It’s good for you to be around people from outside our department. It’ll make you more open-minded,” she encourages. “Plus, Seungcheol isn’t as bad as he seemed, huh?”

There is a teasing tone to her voice that you don’t like.

“One outing with him doesn’t mean he’s my friend,” you argue.

Dae giggles. “No, but it’s a start. Do you like him?”

“No!” you answer quickly.

“I was just asking in general. Not ‘like’ as in crushing on him,” she explains nonchalantly, but you can hear her smile.

“He’s,” you pause as you try to think of a word to describe him, “he’s been alright.”

“Well, I better let you get back to him then. I just wanted to check in,” Dae answers.

“Thanks. I appreciate it,” you say.

“Remember, you don’t need their approval. You never have, and you never will. People want the confidence you have.”

“I’m not feeling too confident right now,” you mumble.

“That’s because you’re overthinking. Chin up, okay?”

Sighing, you reply. “Okay.”

“Good. Talk to you later!”

“Yeah,” you say before hanging up.

Taking one last look at yourself, you roll your shoulders back and exit the bathroom.

Seungcheol is sitting in the middle of Hajun and someone you don’t know. His eyes lift to meet yours when he hears the sound of your heels.

“Hey, you okay?” he asks. 

Nodding, your eyes roam for a spot to sit.

“You knew you were just going to a poetry lounge, right? Not the runway,” Hajun comments with a small scoff.

Your eyes move to look at her, and you quirk an eyebrow. She wears leggings with a graphic tee. Her discarded jacket is slung over the back of her chair. “Are you sure you know that, as well? Or did you think you were just going back to your bed?”

“This is how normal people dress,” she replies.

“Relax, Hajun,” a voice you don’t know sounds. You direct your attention to them. 

The guy has black hair that is parted on the side to expose his forehead. His eyes are narrow, and even though he has a soft appearance now, you’re sure his gaze can be fierce when needed. 

“People don’t need to dress up for special occasions,” he says.

You’re taken aback by his comment. Seungcheol’s friends have always questioned your wardrobe, so for this new “friend” to not agree with Hajun is surprising. 

“No, they don’t, but you gotta’ admit she’s a little overdone huh, Soonyoung?” Hajun replies.

“Hajun,” Seungcheol interjects, giving her a pointed look.

“I understand not everyone knows how to dress. It’s okay, though. I can offer my services if you need some help,” you comment, half tempted to reach in your bag to get a business card. Although you aren’t on campus, you never know when you’ll run into someone who will make a good connection, so you keep them with you wherever you go.

“Services?” Hajun laughs and rests her crossed arms on the table. “And what ‘services’ are you offering? Because from the looks of it, I can tell exactly what you offer. Sorry, I’m not interested.”

Her eyes roam your body once more, indicating that the way you are dressed, means your services consist of paying to be with people in bed.

“I don’t think those services would help you anyway. Your rotting attitude is enough to repel anyone. Though I guess some people are willing to lower their standards when they’re desperate,” you counter.

“You’re such a—” she starts.

“Can we talk?” Seungcheol asks Hajun quickly, but he doesn’t give her the option to answer because he takes her hand and pulls her away from the group.

The table is silent for a few seconds before Soonyoung speaks up again.

“Don’t pay any mind to her. It’s nice to meet you. You must be Yn?” He smiles at you, slightly bowing at you.

“Correct,” you say, trying to not show how irritated you feel.

“Come sit,” he offers, pulling up a chair so you’re sat between him and Vernon. You thank him before sitting in the chair. You sit your purse in your lap as conversations begin to spark again.

Their voices become background noise as your gaze drifts to Seungcheol and Hajun in the corner. They stand close to each other and are in a deep conversation—clearly about you. Seungcheol has his back to you, so you can’t see his expression, but you can see Hajun’s. Her lips are in a frown, her expression not as sassy as before. 

Though her pouting seems forced, her bottom lip a little too far stuck out. Soon enough, she rolls her eyes, an expression similar to how it was earlier. Her eyes then move from him to you over his shoulder. When she catches your gaze, she smiles and raises a challenging eyebrow. However, her gaze doesn’t last long because Seungcheol’s hand comes up and guides her eyes back to him. Even though his hand isn’t touching her completely, she leans into his touch. The act has you stilling.

“Yn?” Vernon questions, tearing you from your thoughts. You don’t realize you’re clutching your purse until your focus goes to Vernon. You ease your grip and raise an eyebrow.

“Soonyoung was asking what your major was,” Vernon explains.

“Oh,” you say, glancing around the table. It appears the others are in their own conversation.

You look at the man to your left. He gives you a reassuring smile that tells you he is patient. “I’m studying fashion design. Are you in business, too?”

Soonyoung shakes his head with a laugh. “I could never. I’m a dance major.”

“Wow, that sounds nice,” you say. “Aren’t your career choices limited with that, though?”

“A little,” Soonyoung replies honestly. He doesn’t seem offended by the question. Maybe he gets it a lot. “But it makes me happy. I can always teach or maybe even become a dancer in a well-known group.”

You hum, understanding his words.

“Isn’t fashion design limited, too?” Vernon asks.

“Clothes are everywhere. I can do a lot with it.”

“But not everyone will wear your clothes,” Hana says, having finally heard your discussion.

“There will always be someone,” you argue, confident in your work. It may be a slow start, but you believe in your designs.

She laughs. “Who? Your mother?”

Your eyes narrow at the mention of your mom, and Hana is quick to notice the change in attitude. Instead of letting go of the topic, she continues.

“Ooh, trouble at home? See? I knew the ‘Great Yn’ isn’t as perfect as she seems,” Hana says. What makes her think you are so “great” is unknown to you, but you aren’t surprised to guess people have made up a persona for you. 

“Stop, Hana,” Vernon says, but it has no effect.

“Oh, so we were right?” Hajun’s voice comes from above. You glance up to see she and Seungcheol have returned. It appears their little chat did nothing to keep Hajun from being a bitch.

“Seems so,” Hana says with a smile. “Care to share with the class what kind of mommy issues you have?”

“No wonder she dresses like that,” Doyun, another one of Seungcheol’s alleged friends, adds. “She’s not getting attention at home. I guess Daddy isn’t there either?”

“That’s enough,” Seungcheol scolds them all.

Your eyes are darting from everyone at the table. Their stares are akin to shrink rays, making you feel tiny and minuscule. You know when you aren’t welcomed, and there’s no reason to stay listening to this. You want to snap back, end the conversation with your own last words, but nothing comes to mind.

In lieu, you push your chair back and stand up. Your hands twitch with the temptation to dump their food all over them, but you just want to get out as soon as possible. 

You waste no time careening for the exit. 

Seungcheol calls your name; you ignore it. The worker from before sees you, telling you goodbye, but you couldn't care less and push past the door before he can finish his sentence.

Your breath gets caught in your throat at the sudden breeze that slams into you. Instantly, your arms wrap around you once more. You glance around and see a bus stop down the street. You don’t care that it’s the other way from Seungcheol’s car. You hurry to the station, not sure when the next bus will come.

The bus stop isn’t deserted despite the cold weather. The area must be busy all the time since the sidewalks are littered with more people than you expect. All the seats at the stop are taken, yet you still shuffle under the shelter in hopes to get away from some of the breeze.

You are shaking, and your teeth are chattering. It’s impossible to force your body to stop since you need to generate heat somehow. You probably look like a pathetic naked chihuahua in winter.

You take out your phone, open up a browser, and search for bus times. Thankfully, there’s one coming in three minutes in the direction you need. The thought of taking the bus is not pleasurable. You hate the idea of your skin touching something so many others have touched. It feels unsanitary.

Accidentally leaning back against the wall while you silently groan has you jumping at the cold material touching your bare skin. Your jolt catches the attention of an older woman who is sitting near you.

“Aren’t you freezing, child?” she asks as she stares at your attire—or lack of. 

“I’ll be fine soon,” you say, not really in the mood for talking.

“Where is your coat? Did you not know the weather was going to be cold?” she continues.

Utterly done with all the people-talk tonight, you hiss, “Focus on yourself. I’ll focus on me.”

She seems startled at your outburst. Her already crossed arms tighten as she turns away from you. Her muttered “bitch” doesn’t go unnoticed, but you don’t say anything about it. There’s no point in arguing with a stranger.

The sound of the bus calls your attention, and you mentally thank the universe for the great timing. After people leave and all the new patrons enter, you finally take a step up the bus’ steps. Before you can climb all the way, you hear your name being called. You look past the bus doors to see Seungcheol running toward you.

Just what you need.

You disregard him and step farther up the steps of the bus.

The bus driver looks expectantly at you, and it dawns on you that you need to provide payment before you can board fully.

“Card?” you wonder. The bus driver nods and gestures to a device to the right.

As you unzip your purse, you feel a hand grip your arm.

“Where are you going?” Seungcheol asks, slightly breathless. His hair is disheveled from running, but he doesn’t seem to care.

“Home, idiot,” you huff and pull your arm out of his grasp so you can retrieve your card.

“Just come with me. We can talk somewhere else,” he pleads, a hand stopping your movements again.

“I’m not going anywhere with you, Seungcheol,” you hiss. “Now, let go of me.”

He hesitates but slowly releases your arm. He doesn’t leave, though. “I’ll take you home. You don’t need to take the bus. Come on.”

“Go with him or get on! We have places to be,” a passenger exclaims, clearly annoyed with your drama.

You raise your head to the person, narrowing your eyes in a glare that tells them to pipe down. It has no effect on them. They shoot a fierce look back.

“I know you don’t want to take the bus,” Seungcheol comments quietly.

He’s right. Not only do you not want to sit next to a lady whose arms are filled with shopping bags—the only available seat—you really don’t want to add time to your trip home.

Seungcheol reaches out again and carefully takes your hand in his. This time, you don’t fight him as he guides you off the bus. Once you’re both off, the bus doors shut and begin its trip down the road.

You watch it silently, not knowing Seungcheol is discarding his jacket until you feel the warm material cover your shoulders. Your eyes snap back to him as if remembering who you’re with.

“I’m sorry they said all that stuff. I told them not to do that tonight,” he says remorsefully.

“Oh, so you’ll let them talk shit about me another day?” you chide and start walking away from him. Thankfully for Seungcheol, it’s in the direction of his car.

“No, that’s not what I meant,” he replies as he hurries to catch up, which doesn’t take much effort as you aren’t walking too fast due to your cold, stiff legs.

“Don’t worry. I’m sure they’ll do that whenever they want to. They wouldn’t be the first,” you scoff.

“It doesn’t make it right regardless,” he says. You halt in your steps, causing Seungcheol to stop and turn to look at you.

“I talk shit about people behind their backs, too. Does that make me a bad person?” you question. Perhaps if he sees you as one he’ll leave you alone.

He exhales a deep breath. “Let’s just get in the car, okay?”

“You can admit it,” you challenge and walk closer to him. “Does talking shit about someone make me a bad person, Seungcheol?”

He stares down at you, soft gaze turning dark with annoyance.

“To the car, Yn,” he demands slowly just in case you won’t understand; his tone is sharp in a way you haven’t heard before. You don’t let that scare you away. Maybe if you weren’t so fired up, you would have been a little intimidated.

You laugh darkly and roll your eyes at his command. “You want me to sit next? Bark, too?”

“Now, you’re just being dramatic.”

Dramatic, he says.

“Woof?” you reply, dramatically giving him the best puppy-dog eyes you can muster.

Seungcheol’s jaw clenches at your response—not pleased with your sarcasm. However, instead of replying in an annoyed tone, he takes a step forward. His head draws closer to your face to ensure your eyes are glued to his.

“Wanna be a good girl and go to the car, Cherry?” he murmurs lowly, an eyebrow quirking up for a second.

His sudden change in tone has you stiffening. You want to bite back—figuratively or literately… you aren’t sure yet—but you can’t even remember what you are mad about in the first place.

“Hm?” he croons when you don't reply quickly.

Rather than a sarcastic reply, you simply grumble, “whatever,” before pushing past him to get to his car.

You stand next to the passenger side like before, waiting for him to unlock it. Seungcheol comes beside you and swiftly unlocks the vehicle. Although you aren’t arguing at the moment, you can sense some irritation lingering from him.

You get the feeling he'll always hold the door open no matter how annoyed he is with you.

You feel suffocated.

The air in the car is too hot. The weight of his jacket has you overheating. The tension is unbearable.

Seungcheol keeps his eyes on the road, not throwing you a single glance as he drives. Every once in a while he will tighten his hold on the steering wheel. One time you even catch the way his muscles flex at the motion—now exposed from not wearing his jacket. You never realized how fit he is. This isn’t the first time you have seen him sleeveless, but you just never stared long enough to notice. Or if you did, you simply didn’t care. Regardless, you notice now, and you have to force your eyes away before he catches you staring.

You want to ask for music so you don’t have to sit in this insufferable silence, but your mouth feels dry. You decide to just deal with the quietness, shifting in the seat so you’re facing the window more. Your eyes drift close as you let the hum of the car distract you. 

Seungcheol’s jacket is snuggled around you, and his woodsy cologne fills your senses. It’s pleasant, and you don’t mind if you smell more of it in the future.

By the time you arrive home, you are on the verge of sleep. You stumble out of the car and shut the door without saying a word to Seungcheol. You expect him to drive off, but the sound of his tires moving never comes. Instead, you hear his car door opening and closing.

“You don’t have to walk me to the door,” you say while you glance behind you. Seungcheol is following you languidly.

“No, I don’t,” he says and pauses at the bottom of your porch steps. He places a foot on the first step while a hand holds onto the rail. You have your keys out, ready to slide them into the keyhole when you speak.

“Then don’t,” you reply sternly.

He chuckles lowly but doesn’t say anything about it.

“You can go now,” you say when he doesn't move.

“You have something of mine.”

Puzzled, you stare at him for a second. Seungcheol gestures to your body, and you quickly remember you’re wearing his jacket. You tug it off and toss it to him. He grabs it from the air with ease. The loss of heat makes you wish he didn’t say anything.

“Goodnight, Cherry,” he murmurs as soon as you click open your door. You step inside before turning to face him.

The nickname you used earlier forms on your tongue, yet you can’t find the courage to say it consciously.

“Night,” you answer, then shut the door before either of you can say anything else.

With your head bowed, you turn the lock slowly while you exhale deeply. His nickname falls from your lips under your breath—unable to keep the desire at bay.

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[strawbrygashez]

Caldre holiday hcs bc why not :)

Halloween

•If it was up to Andre, he’d make Cal dress up as ghostface with him every year but after the second Halloween they’d gone as ghostface, Cal suggested they try something else for once which Andre reluctantly agreed to.

It would be kinda funny if Rachel started to really worry about Cal after one Halloween where Cal & Andre played a prank on her (doing the whole, there isn’t one ghostface but two thing). They probably got the voice changers and everything and while Cal genuinely thought it was just all good fun once he took off the mask and showed her it was just him, Andre had a slightly sadistic smile watching Rachel try to calm down 💀

•If they pass out candy together, Cals the one who’s actually passing out candy to kids while Andre just sits on the porch. Andre probably lets Cal pass out candy for about a hour before he starts complaining that they should just leave the bowl outside and go watch some scary movies together. Cal usually agrees.

•If it’s one of those years where they don’t go as ghostface, Cal does Andres makeup if the costume calls for it. Andre probably makes some dumb joke trying to tease him like “Haha wow you’re really good at this. You must do makeup by urself at home sometimes” and cals just like “Yeah.” And Andre goes “oh…ok.”

•I have a feeling that Cals family would go all out for Halloween so Cal & Andre usually set all the stuff up in the yard together. Cal likes working on the details like fake spiderwebs and fake blood while Andre likes messing with and setting up the animatronics. Andres probably even fixed a few old broken ones that were stuffed away in the garage.

•Not to uwu-ify Cal but I genuinely think he’d squeeze onto Andres arm if they went thru one of those haunted house things where people jump scare you and whatever. He genuinely doesn’t even mean to he just hates being jumped out at 💀

•They usually end the night off with eating left over candy and falling asleep on the couch while watching something like Friday the 13th.

Christmas

•They both spend Christmas morning at their own houses. Cal usually comes over pretty quickly though after opening his gifts since it gets probably really hectic at his place with his siblings playing with their new stuff. Andre won’t admit it but he really likes when Cal shows up because Christmas morning feels awkward since it’s just him and his parents.

•If they end up going to a Christmas party (from Cals side of the family), they’ll find a place to sit where it’s quiet until they get dragged back into hanging out around everyone.

Cals family really likes Andre cuz Cal really likes him so they don’t feel bad about picking on Andre a little bit. Like something like, “Oh Andre you look so tense! Lighten up some it’s Christmas :)!!” Followed by a pinch on the cheek or a shoulder pat & Cal will chime in with a sarcastic “Yeah Andre. Lighten up some.”

•Andre is really awkward about receiving gifts and sounding genuine with his thank yous even if he really means it. Cal reacts more naturally about getting something he really does like or doesn’t.

•Andre really only gives gifts to Cal but might get cals siblings a little something if he has the cash to spend. He tries to keep note in his mind of things other people (cal & siblings) seem to like and don’t like and what they look at in stores more often than other things.

Cal tries to be really thoughtful in his gifts to others and especially to Andre. He gets kinda bashful when Andre is opening his gift or reading his Christmas card that has a poem for him inside. He kinda just hides his face or looks away until Andre is done going thru everything.

•One time at one of Cals family Christmas parties, they accidentally stood under a mistletoe together. They didn’t realize it until someone started to laugh and point above them. When they both looked up they scurried off blushing 💀

Valentines Day

•Andre would make fun of the holiday to hell and back but of course gets Cal something. Even before they started to date, he’d buy one of those chocolate heart box things to share it with Cal. And before Cal can say anything about it, he goes on about how it was JUST ON SALE & that if he was going to make it weird he can just not eat any or go away.

•When it was their first Valentine’s Day as a couple, Andre just grabbed the usual types of Valentine’s Day gifts. A stuffed animal, candy, a cool band shirt and maybe a hot topic gift card. He feels pretty happy about his selection of things he got him until he gets Cals gut wrenchingly beautiful, loving and thoughtful poem about how much Andre means to him. He apologizes so quickly for getting Cal material things while Cal had poured his heart out like this but Cal assured him he loves his gifts and that he knows Andre isn’t very good with words anyways :,)

Cal will also not let go of the stuffed animal until he absolutely has to. He also keeps it on his bed! And because I hc Cal to be kinda weird when it comes to how Andre smells, he asks him to hold the plush for a while (till it gets his scent 💀) or he sprays it with one of Andres colognes.

•Even though Cal is right that Andre isn’t good with words, Andre feels bad enough to at least attempt a poem for him. It comes out kinda reading like a middle schoolers attempt at it but Cal absolutely loves it. He’s smiling while reading it and Andre thinks it’s because it’s laughably bad but Cal assures him he absolutely loves it and would get it framed if he could :)

If Andre wants to keep writing for him too for future Valentine’s Days, he just gets Valentines Day cards and writes a normal letter in there.

•This is one of the only holidays Cal will completely shut down hanging out with Rachel. It’s Andre and his day 🗣 not hers! He’ll probably just get her a little thing just as a friend gift tho.

Thanksgiving

•Tbh not much to say here other than someone on Cals side of the family probably is having a thanksgiving day meal thing and Andre comes along. They act pretty much the same as they do at any one of these family things but Cal keeps letting Andre eat his left overs because he doesn’t like pretty much any thanksgiving day foods.

•Cals siblings beg Andre to make hand turkey drawings with them and he can’t say no so he’s eventually laying on the floor with them at some point with crayons and paper on the floor. Cal will NOT stop taking pictures or filming no matter how many times Andre threatens him or tells him to stop.

4th Of July

•These boys love their fireworks :D As soon as they start seeing them for sale, they start getting them. Andre might even save up a couple months before so he can get one of the huge packs.

•Andre chased Cal around the yard with a sparkler wand one time because it was making others laugh. Cal got his payback though by throwing a couple of those popping things at his feet a couple of times.

•Andre has to tug Cal away multiple times after he lights fireworks because he’ll just stand there for some reason. Probably just cuz he has his head in the clouds.

•kinda related, kinda not but they are so the type to look up videos of firework fails where they like, go off and hits someone’s car or whatever.

Easter

•Again one I don’t have much to say about but if Andre is around while Cals siblings are Easter egg hunting, he will make subtle hints to where the eggs they can’t find are. Him and Cal will just hang back while they keep a eye on them and maybe share some candy from a couple of eggs Cal decided to steal.

And now some hcs just involving seasons general

•Cal hates when it’s cold or snowing since he’s so scrawny, he gets cold fast. He complains a lot and will steal Andres blankets to wrap around himself while he’s at his place and he’ll make him warm up the car before they gotta go somewhere.

•If it’s just some chilly air, Andre huffs and gives him his jacket. Cal really likes this for multiple reasons but one of them being since Andre is bigger than him, it’s cozy :) Andre has gotten a few of his jackets and sweaters stolen by Cal and takes back the ones he really needs next time he’s over at Cals.

•When it’s just snow and it’s ONLY them and Cals whining about having to walk in snow, he’ll carry him and even though Cal keeps saying he doesn’t have to, Andre will act like he asked him to like “Ugh 🙄 I can’t believe you’re making me do this. Grow up already princess.”

•Cal also really hates the heat while Andre is indifferent to it. Cals complaining a lot this time also. Andre keeps telling him to stop wearing baggy clothes for a bit then & maybe tie what he can of his hair up but Cal won’t listen -_- So Andre does what he can and turns his bedroom fan on when Cals over and asks to keep the heat down in the house.

•When they get to go to the pool in the summer, Cal did this thing once where he bets he can hold his breath longer than Andre under water. Andre takes him up on it. Andre has to come up for air honestly pretty quickly while Cal stays under there… for almost too long until Andre goes back under to force Cal back up. Andre is like “WTF YOU COULD HAVE DIED!” while cals just laughing and says “aww you’re worried about me :)” Since then, Andre barely lets Cal stay submerged in water for very long.

#caldre #andre kriegman #cal gabriel #this is longer than I thought it was going to be 💀 damn

[wolflyndraws]

for the dnfies parents:

I feel like dream would absolutely want kids but maybe not really bring the topic up in a way that's like WE should have kids to george but kind of like an in general thing like their marriage talk was of like the pros and cons because he would think george wouldn't want kids But I feel like george someone who needs to think things over and then he's all in

I also feel like he'd be the more nervous parent in general and maybe more in his head about accidentally messing up but he'd also grow into out so nicely like idk we joke that he is our kindergarten teacher but I feel like once the kid is older he would looove story time with them like imagine the kid sitting in georges lap and him doing funny voices 😭 I feel like he'd also be the goofy parent that would find it funny to mess with their kid but obviously in a lighthearted way like teasing them like "well if you don't have room to finish your plate I GUESS I'll have to have your dessert for you, yeah a real shame"

oh and dreamieee whenever I think of him as a parent I just think about that one time george and sapnap were running after each other and killing each other and he's just in the background like "boys BOYS it's not roughhousing time" or something like that like I feel like he'd be a naaatural at it if not a little soft hearted when it comes to discipline I feel like there'd be times where he could just not commit to the punishment fully because a sad face and big eyes would make his heart crack

Dream would hint at wanting kids but waits for George to confirm and talk thru THEYRE so SWEET GRRRR BARK

George would be a cool dad for sure he totally is always in on the kid trying to prank Dream and would play along with their kid a lot he would also I think be more laid back than dream (unless it’s like something serious) like the kid wants to eat some snacks during the night in a sleepover? Fine I guess I’ll just close my eyes and pretend it didn’t happen kind of dad.. he would be more protective or a bit anxious about teaching the kid and raising them well tho and dream assures him Everytime that he’s doing an amazing job and they hug and kiss and and

Dream would be worried and anxious and first but slowly shows that he’s a natural (that clip u mentioned + that clip where droncert crowd is throwing the green balls around and he’s acting like a kindergarten teacher fuck that clip makes me explode + that story time where he said he went out to eat breakfast and met a kid who recognized him there and so he went and ate breakfast with the kid and their family like?? He’s so nice he’s totally a natural)

Ok so george would usually be laid back with more funny non harmful jokes and stuff as I said before but if he does have to be strict or teach something he can be serious and usually does the punishing stuff but Dream does get disappointed and tell their kids not to do stuff (like eating snacks late) but is easily convinced otherwise or easily convincable if the kid does a pouty puppy face and does their pretty pleases

#wolflyn dnf rambles

[scp230kinnie]

do you mind if i ask for some general hcs for your characterization of draven kondraki

maybe even some boyfriend hcs perchance... :]

ABSOLUTELY YES HELLO

IVE LIKE NEVER ACTUALLY SEEN ANYONE TALK ABOUT HIM BUT YES

Also once again for all the asks and submissions I am getting to all of them don’t worry 😻

Now I introduce to you

Draven Kondraki Headcanons

(General and relationship)

Characters: Draven Kondraki, mentions of foundation personnel

Warnings: cringe, gender neutral, blood & death & SCPs

ART NOT MINE !! ALL CREDITS TO ORIGINAL OWNER

General Headcanons

Being the son of one of the best, he is therefore very respected over at the foundation

He looks like he listend to slipknot tbh

His favorite band is Pierce the veil but he’s never gone to a concert, his dad won’t let him

Same

I’m gonna hc that he’s around 16-19 lol

He def smokes and he gets it from his father

AN AMAZING COOK AND BAKER FR

Looks like he would dye like bits of his hair bright colours

He tries to act chill and nonchalant but he’s not

If someone were to let him talk about something, he would for hours

He tries to convince clef to get Spotify premium because it’s the “best thing he’s ever done”

Nope

He drinks BLACK COFFEE

no sugar or creamer or anything

Also gets it from his dad

He drinks Mountain Dew for sure

He probably smells like a mix of cigarette smoke mixed with the smell of the morning after it rains

He paints his nails

Bro probably claims to be famous on tiktok but he probably has a private account with 31 followers

He’s got good style

He is also really good at interior design and knows where things should go

He KNOWS his way around the foundation

You will never get lost there with him he’s like a living map

He loves his dad no matter what like even if they fight and stuff he’s not generally one of those rebellious kids

Also not an angel child but still

My guy does not know how to dance

Relationship Headcanons

Let’s pretend he’s not dating Talloran okay

Okay

He’s canonically bi so HE WOULD LOVE YOU NO MATTER WHAT GENDER YOU ARE

Wear his clothes and he folds IMMEDIATELY

Loves that fr

Fav place to kiss is ur lips and forehead 💍

He likes to hold ur hands even tho his are always cold

Not the biggest fan of PDA but still probably will if you want

So much cuddles in private tho 🫶

He doesn’t like getting into fights with you but he would probably be really petty if you guys were in one

Sleeping on the couch and stuff 😭

Talks his dads ear off about you

Paint his nails and he’ll paint yours duh

If you also smoke he would be hypocritical and tell you to stop over him

If you were to write him letters, he would save every single one no joke

His love language is words of affirmation

He just loves to hear you say he’s doing a good job

He is almost never jealous but when he is he’s also really petty

He’ll go up to you while ur talking with another person and kiss you in front of them and hold ur waist n stuff

Then he’d like complain

He’ll forget about it dw

If you ever get hurt he will PANIC

Like examines your injuries makes sure nothings broken or cut too deep and helps fix you up

If someone he’s close to recently passed away I feel like he would get kinda distant for a bit

Just help him thru it 💪

He straight up MAKES YOU like his TikTok’s

LMFAO

His doesn’t really have any couple nicknames for you, just some variation of your name will do

His singing voice is so sweet. He doesn’t like to sing, but if you’re having a nightmare or something he will sing you back to sleep so gently I can’t even

He’s not usually around a lot so he likes to call you and just hear your voice

He also loves to see you smile

He memorized all of your orders in different restaurants and coffee shops so he can get you things

His dad knows ur dating and likes to tease him lol

Shows you his baby pictures LMAO

His dad does care about you tho, cuz he knows if anything happened to you, Draven would be devastated

You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to him

Sorry this was kinda rushed it’s 3 in the morning

Idk why I always choose to write late at night

I also don’t know too much about this character I read a bit of the stories and got a general idea, but otherwise this is what I came up with

Hope you enjoyed

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Kingdom of Fire

- Part 2

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Shoto x f!Reader

A/N: Hey guys🙃 welcome to chapter 2 of Kingdom of Fire. I'm really glad you guys liked part one so much. I appreciated all the comments and feedback, they were so nice and really made my day :)

This chapter mostly focuses around Shoto so y/n doesn't show up very much

As always, lmk if you wanna be on the tag list for future chapters, enjoy! ❤️

Series Plot: Prince Shoto battles with his own desire and his father's wishes, when he meets you. A young sorceress who didn't know who he was. You become friends and help him discover his true power. The two of you journey thru many obstacles before he has to make a decision. You? Or the Throne?

Chapter Summary: Upon his return home, Shoto is met with a few agonizing comments from his father, and an even more agonizing family dinner. And yet, the whole time, you're the only thing on his mind.

Warnings⚠️: 18+, Shoto being a little bit of a perv🤭, Masturbation (m), kissing, groping, mention of penetration (all in shoto's imagination), and endeavor just being an ass

Word Count: 4.5k

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You awoke to the sound of birds and the feeling of the warm sun beaming down on you. Your eyes fluttered open and you saw that Shoto wasn't lying next to you. But you were still draped in his cloak, and his sword still laid in the grass a few feet away. You sat up on your elbows, rubbing the sleep from your eyes. Your gaze roamed the small area until your eyes landed on him. He was standing in front of his white horse, petting its long nose gently. His attention turned to you. "Ah, good morning." He smiled, continuing to pet the horse as it snorted in front of him. You stood to your feet. "Morning" you replied. "You didn't have to stay" you commented as you tutted over to him slowly, his cloak wrapped around your shoulders. He smirked, eyes falling back onto his horse. "I haven't been awake long" he replied. "But I figured I'd give you a lift home?" He questioned to ask for your permission. "Will you take no for an answer?" You joked and he shook his head with a smile. "I sent Lucienne home with the carriage last night and had him leave one of the horses. So I hope you won't mind having to hold onto me." He teased. You stayed silent but your cheeks were a pale shade of pink.

"Do you want to pet her?" He gestured to his horse. You nodded your head and he held his hand out to you. You put your hand in his and he guided it along the horse's long nose, gently. "You have to pet her right here, otherwise she'll get scared." His voice was soft and comforting. "What's her name?" You said as you looked at the beautiful creature before you. "Azalea." He stated. "Like the flower?" He nodded his head in agreement. You looked into the horse's eyes and her large black orbs stared back at you. You could feel her emotion. Her calmness and comfort, and that put you at ease. "I've had her since I was young." He stated, petting her one last time before stepping back towards the blanket. "It was my mother's last gift to me before she passed." He picked his leather-covered sword from the ground, hooking it back on his belt.

You removed his cloak from around your shoulders and handed it off to him, before picking up your own. You slipped on your shoes that still layed in the grass and began to pack up your blanket and basket of fruits. Shoto reached over and grabbed the basket from your hand, along with your shoulder bag that laid on the ground, and hooked them both on either side of the saddle. He motioned for you to come closer, holding his hand out to you once more. You placed your hand in his and put your foot in the stirrup. You pushed yourself off the ground, steadying your weight on Shoto as you threw your leg over the horse. Once you were situated and comfortable, Shoto joined you. Positioning himself in such a way that had his chest pressed firmly against your back. His chin ever so slightly grazing the top of your head. His arms reached around you, grabbing onto the lead, his elbows resting on your thighs. His large frame engulfing your figure in front of him. He clicked his tongue and the horse walked at a steady pace out from the clump of trees that hid the lake.

Once on the familiar dirt road, you spoke, breaking the silence. "I live just a few miles north of where you found me. He nodded his head and continued on. You could feel his breathing on your back, his slow inhale and exhale relaxing. You leaned back against him, letting his body support your weight. You couldn't see it, but his cheeks were dusted pink by your actions. When you leaned back on him, there was a warm feeling in his chest that he couldn't pin point. The ride was quiet aside from a few small morning yawns from you and the sound of hooves on the dirt.

After a long ride you spotted a familiar fence post. "Right thru here" you pointed at a break in the trees. He pulled one side of the lead, turning the horse left. You came up to a wooden cottage next to a small pond. "Easy girl" he spoke, making the horse slow to a stop. He hopped off the house and held out his hand, helping you down as well. You grabbed your bag and he took the basket. You stepped to your front door, placing your hand onto the wooden surface. You said a few words under your breath that Shoto couldn't hear and a dim green light waved over the door. "What was that?" He asked. "A containment spell. It keeps people out of the house while I'm away." You paused, opening the door. "Not that anyone ever comes out this far anyway." You joked. You stepped into the small room. At least, small to him compared to the castle he was used to. It was warm and cozy. It felt like a home. "You can set the basket there in the kitchen.

He set down the basket of food on a large stone counter top that was set next to a brick oven. He watched as you entered another room, presumably yours, before coming out with a book. You held it out to him. "I want you to read this before we start. It's filled with all the basic information you'd need to know before beginning to practice magic." He grabbed the book from your hand, flipping thru a few of the pages. "It should only take you two or three days, and then come see me when you finish." He looked up at you and smiled. "Do I need to wait till I'm done to come back? Or can I come by and see you sooner?" He teased. You rolled your eyes. "I've fed the stray cat and now I can't get rid of it." You joked, finally pulling off your cloak and hanging it by the door. "Well you did say you'd enjoy regular company" he said with a cheeky grin. You sighed in defeat. "Alright alright. I suppose you can come by tomorrow if you'd like." His smile grew wide. "Tomorrow it is then" he bowed before you. "Sadly I must get going, my father will have my head if I'm not back at the ca-... house... before mid day." He caught himself before revealing the fact that he lived in a castle. Cheeks a bit red from the mistake he almost made. "Well, we wouldn't want you to lose your head, now would we?" You teased, walking him outside and back to his horse. You waved him off as you watched him trot down the path, away from your home. "What have I gotten myself into?" You sighed, returning inside and shutting the door.

Shoto arrived at the castle gates. "Good morning, My Lord." One of the guards greeted him. "Morning Henry." He replied, hopping off his horse. One of the reasons the kingdom loved their prince so much was because he took the time to get to know people. He knew all of their servants and maidens by first name. Knew their families and treated them all kindly. The king however, probably couldn't recite a single name of anyone he'd ever employed. He didn't care about the people, he just cared about his status and power. But Shoto was the exact opposite of his father. Kind hearted and caring.

One of the stablemen came to take Azalea away to be brushed and fed, Shoto giving him a polite nod as he approached. He stepped thru the gates and up to the large steel door that separated him and the inside of his home. "Good morning my Prince." A young woman came up to him. "Ah, good morning Jezzy. How's your mother doing?" He spoke, opening the large door and stepping thru, the woman following not far behind. "She's doing better, thanks to the herbalist you so kindly paid for your majesty. I am forever grateful." She bowed her head to him as a thank you. "It was no trouble at all, Jezebel. Your mother helped raise me, it was the least I could do to keep her in good health." He smiled at her.

They continued to walk down a long corridor as they went on with their conversation. "Have you spoken to your father yet this morning?" Shoto shook his head. "No, I just got in from spending the night elsewhere. Is there a problem?" He asked the young woman before him. "Well..." she paused, a bit nervous. "The King seems to be a bit... displeased... that you didn't return last night after your meeting with Lord Takami." He gave a weak smile. "I figured he would be." He paused. "I'll take care of it Jezzy, thank you for letting me know." She nodded. "Tell your mother I said hello, okay?" He turned into a side hallway that led to a set of stairs. "Will do, your majesty" she bowed again before leaving in another direction.

Shoto stepped into his large bedroom. Just this space alone was the size of your entire house. He removed his cloak and hung it near the door, stepping out of his boots as well. Unclipping His sword and laying it atop his large white dresser, placing the book you gave him right next to it. His smile finally faded. The one he kept plastered on his face when he was around people. Truly, he was unhappy. But he wanted to make people feel warm and comfortable when they spoke to him, so he kept his cheery personality on display. But once alone in his own space, there was no hiding that needed to be done.

He stepped into the semi-closed off area on the opposite side of the room from his bed. He started running a bath and removing his clothing, throwing them into a basket for the maids to take later on. He stretched his arms, and then stepped into the large porcelain tub that sat next to a medium sized window. He sank into the warm water with a sigh, resting his arms on the side of the tub and leaning his head back. He closed his eyes and the only image in his mind was you. Your soft features when you slept, the smile you wore when you spoke of something you loved. The way your hair framed your face and those beautiful e/c eyes that shined in the moonlight. He groaned, wiping a wet hand over his face and pinching the bridge of his nose. He lifted his head and opened his eyes, looking out the window. Why couldn't he stop thinking about you? He spent only a short amount of time with you and now you were all that filled his thoughts.

He closed his eyes again. The memory of you beginning to remove your dress before asking him to turn away. The way your breasts floated above the water when you got close to him. The quick glance he stole when you stepped out of the water. Watching the white fabric cling to your skin and memorizing the shape of your figure. He groaned again as he started to feel a desire grow in the pit of his stomach. This was something he hadn't experienced before. Normally, he didn't feel much. His emotions had run dry most of his late childhood and all of his adult life. But now he felt a longing. A desire to be close to you. To feel you. What the hell has gotten into him? He thought. "Shit." He mumbled under his breath, feeling that desire grow between his legs. He tried to ignore it at first, beginning to wash himself with the bar of vanilla scented soap. But the more he ignored it the more it seemed to grow.

After he was done washing himself, he sat there for a moment, staring out the window, contemplating. It was disrespectful to defile a woman in your mind such as he was. But no one was around. No one would know. He sighed, dipping his hand below the water. He palmed his erection, twitching slightly. It was a bit sensitive. He closed his eyes and let his imagination drive itself, wrapping his hand around his shaft. He imagined you again...

Out of your dress and in the water. The two of you were back behind the waterfall, by the caven in cliff. He leaned down to kiss your soft slips.

Shoto started to pump himself slowly.

He ran his hands up your sides, pushing up on the fabric of your white undergarments. His lips met your neck and he imagined the sound you'd make. A breathy whimper. He groped at your breasts and pushed you against the rocky wall.

A quiet moan left his lips as he picked up the pace on himself. His imagination quickly shifting gears to something more... Explicit.

He imagined you bent over the side of his bed, naked.

Another breathy moan escaping him as he pumped himself more.

He trailed kisses down your back as he pushed himself into you, making you moan out his name. Imagining how it'd feel to be inside you. Squeezing at your hips, leaving marks in the places only he could see. Claiming you to be his.

His thoughts continued to wander as he came close to his climax. He covered his mouth before letting out a throaty groan, releasing into the water. His breathing was a little heavy as he released his grip on his shaft and pulled his hand from his mouth. He felt a bit guilty for thinking such lewd thoughts of you, but it was a hard temptation to resist.

Once finishing his much needed bath, he stepped out of the tub. Covering himself with the expensive cotton towel that hung from the wall. He wrapped it around his waist, tucking the corner to keep it mounted on his hips. As he stepped out into the room, his door was swung open. A tall King Enji meeting his gaze. "Where the hell were you?" He growled at the young prince. "Hello to you too father." He commented, annoyance in his voice. "Answer me, boy!"

Shoto sighed, running a hand thru his hair. "I stayed the night in the village, it's not a big deal." He turned away from his father, opening a drawer to his dresser. Enji scowled at him. He leaned over to where his white fur cloak hung, taking a sniff. "So you failed to tell anyone you planned to stay the night, only to return home with the smell of a woman on your cloak?"

"it was not a planned stay." He retorted. "Hm" he raised his eyebrows for just a second. "I'm sure your whore appreciated the last minute decision." Shoto gritted his teeth behind a closed mouth growl as he pulled some clothes from the drawer. His father infuriated him. Enji began to step out of the room, saying something else before he left. "See me in my office in 15. I'd like to discuss your meeting with Lord Takami." And with that the door closed shut behind him. Shoto's hand balled into a tight fist, clenching in his anger before releasing it with a sigh.

Getting dressed and combing thru his hair, Shoto reluctantly made his way to his father's office. On his way out of his bedroom, he stopped at the door and looked at where his cloak hung. He grabbed some of the fabric in one hand and pulled it to his nose. It smelled mostly of him, but he could pick up the faintness of your scent that lingered. It was earthy and feminine. Smelled like sweet berries. A small smile crept at the corner of his lips, a genuine one, before he left the room.

"What was Keigo's report on the southern border?" Enji leaned back in his chair. Shoto crossed his legs in his own chair before speaking. "Lord Takami reported a few ogres spotted among the outer limits of the main city, said they were being taken care of and shouldn't cause any disturbances among the towns folk." His fingers fidgeted with the hem of his shirt. "And what of the northern kingdom? Has he any more information on the troops he spotted near our borders last month?" Shoto shook his head. "He said he was waiting for his informant to return from the north, but that he hasn't seen anymore troops or scouts in the area." Shoto paused and his father nodded his head in approval. But Shoto decided to continue. "But I have a feeling that Lord Takami may be hiding something..."

"What makes you say that?" His father questioned. "I'm not quite sure... Just the way he was speaking sounded like he wasn't being completely honest with his findings." Enji scratched at the long red beard that fell from his chin. "Well, I doubt it's anything to be concerned about. Keigo and his men have worked for us since you were young. I believe him to be trustworthy."

Shoto disagreed, but knew that nothing he said would get thru to his stubborn father. It was a problem he'd have to take care of himself once he sat on the throne. "Alright, you may go." Enji waved his son off , no longer caring for his presence now that he had the information he wanted. Shoto stood from his chair, beginning to exit the room. His father made one comment. "And if you're going to spend your coin on scarlet ladies, I'd prefer if you did so on your own time, not when I ask you to conduct business." His voice was filled with disgust and annoyance. "I did not-" Shoto began. "I don't want to hear it. You may take your leave." Enji cut him off, waving him away once more. Shoto gritted he teeth and left the room, making his way to the court yard. He needed the fresh air. His father made him so angry. Spending any longer than five minutes in his presence would make his blood boil.

When he stepped out into the court yard, he saw his best friend practicing archery. There was a slight breeze that combed the air as he watched the green haired young man pull back the string on his bow, releasing it with a snap. The arrow head puncturing a few inches away from the center. "Your aim is sloppy" he called out to his friend, shoving his hands in his pockets. Izuku turned around, becoming aware of Shoto's presence. "Well I'd like to see you try for a perfect shot in this wind, your highness." He retorted teasingly. Shoto smirked and walked over to where Izuku was standing, picking up a bow that laid in the grass. Izuku handed him an arrow. He placed it in the groove of the wood, pulling it back with the string. He closed one eye, focusing on the red dot at the center of the target. He aimed 2 inches to the left and let go. The arrow hit dead center on the target, and he looked over to Izuku. "You were saying?" He said with a cocky smirk on his face.

"yeah yeah, whatever." Izuku waved him off. "As the son of the Duchess, I'd expect more from you, Izuku." Shoto joked with him, pretending to be disappointed. He sat on a garden bench that was close behind where Izuku was practicing. "I met the strangest woman yesterday." He began. Izuku shot another arrow, missing the red dot again. "Oh yeah? What was so strange about her?" He picked up another arrow. Lining it up again. "She didn't know who I was." Shoto stated. Izuku shot again. Coming close but still missing. "She didn't know you were the prince? How odd." He paused. "Is she from another kingdom?" He asked, shooting yet another arrow. "No, she lives just out of town from a village near the south border."

"Well, what did she say when you told her you were the prince?" Izuku questioned with a laugh, lining up another arrow, about to take the shot. Shoto paused for a moment. "...I didn't tell her." Izuku let go of the string and missed the whole target entirely. He turned to his friend. "What?" He sounded confused. "I didn't tell her I was the prince." Shoto's tone was as if it didn't mean anything. Izuku laid his bow in the grass and sat next to Shoto on the bench. "Why?" He asked. Shoto shrugged. "Because I didn't want her to treat me like royalty." He paused, turning his head to look at Izuku. "She's actually quite pretty" He added, turning his head back and staring at the ground with a small smile on his face. "You better be careful Sho, don't fall for her."

"it might be a little late for that." He joked. "Already? How long did you even hold a conversation with her?"

"Quite a while actually. And I spent the night with her so-" Izuku interrupted him. "You spent the night with her?" Shoto scoffs. "Oh please, it wasn't like that." Izuku raised an eyebrow as to say he didn't believe him. "I'm being serious! I didn't lay with her, I simply just stayed the night in her presence." He was being defensive. "Your father won't be happy about this, you know he wants you to marry nobility." Shoto shrugged again. "Well, then I just won't tell him." He fake smiled wide. "Besides, who said anything about marriage? I simply said she was pretty. I can still be his "perfect son" and enjoy myself a little, can't I?" He said condescendingly. Izuku shook his head. "You spend one night with her and now you're willing to go behind the King's back just to play around with her." He stood from the bench. "You are something else." Shoto laughed at his friend's comments.

Shoto sat at the long rectangular table in the dining hall. His father at the head of the table and his sister sat across from him. It was silent. A tense silence. He cut his meat as one of the servants refilled his glass of wine. His sister broke the silence.

"I was thinking maybe this year we could hold a ball for Mother's birthday? Like we used to." Enji almost choked on his wine. Shoto paused, looking between his two family members. He stayed quiet. "Might I ask what could have brought upon this thought, Fuyumi?" Their father spoke, sounding a bit displeased. Fuyumi finished chewing a bite of her food and set down her utensils. "Well..." She paused, wiping her mouth with the napkin. "...The dutchess and I were going thru some of mom's old things. And I found the dress she wore to the very last one we held." She paused again, waiting for a response from their father that didn't come. "It's been 12 years since her passing, I figured we could hold it in her honor." Enji took a moment to think before answering. "Well, I don't think-" Shoto interrupted him. "I think that's a wonderful idea, Fuyumi." He gave his sister a warm smile that she returned with an excited one. He knew his father was going to say no. And he knew it would hurt her feelings, so he interjected before Enji got the chance to shoot it down. Enji sighed in defeat, taking a sip of his wine. "Her birthday won't be for another 6 months." He tried to make excuses. "Well, there's nothing to say we can't start planning early." Shoto retorted, giving his father a fake smile that was full of attitude.

He turned back to his sister. "When I visited the southern village yesterday, there was a florist who was selling mother's favorite flowers."

"White Azaleas?" Her voices pitched in excitement. Shoto nodded, taking another bite of his food. "Hm, I didn't know white Azaleas were her favorite." Enji commented. "Of course you didn't." Shoto replied almost immediately. Fuyumi felt the energy in the room get tense. "You didn't bother to know anything about her." He added, not even giving him a glance and continuing to eat his food. Enji didn't respond and just stayed silent, awkwardly clearing his throat. "The next time I'm there I'll buy some and give them to Shiozaki to plant in the garden." He said to his sister.

"Next time? Are you going back to see your whore?" Enji commented. There were a few faint gasps from some of the servants. Fuyumi almost choked on her food. Shoto gritted his teeth, holding in his anger before responding. "Can I not simply pay a visit to the people of this kingdom, father?" He turned his head to him, fire in his eyes. Enji decided to get cocky. "Well I mean, you've never seemed to be interested in leaving the main city before I sent you to speak with Keigo. And now all of a sudden you seem to be awfully interested in making a regular appearance."

"Maybe I'm just ready to start taking responsibility as the next king." He retorted. "Or maybe the woman I smelled on your cloak is a distraction-"

"Guys!" Fuyumi interrupted, eyes darting between the two. Shoto sighed, he laid his utensils on the plate and wiped his mouth with the napkin. "I apologize, my dear sister." He stood from the table. "if you'll excuse me, I think I'll take my leave for the night." He began to walk around to the other side of the table in the direction of his room. "Sho..." Fuyumi started, feeling bad. He walked past her chair, leaning down to give a comforting kiss to the top of her head, avoiding the intricate hair clip that held her white locks in place. "Goodnight, I'll see you in the morning." He turned his head to glare at his father before leaving the room. Fuyumi watched him walk away, a bit upset that yet another family dinner was ruined by the two of them being unable to get along.

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After a long day, Shoto finally made it back to his bedroom. He ran a hand thru his hair with a deep sigh, taking off his shoes and beginning to undo the buttons on his shirt, lazily throwing his clothes over the back of the sofa in his room. He walked past the white dresser where your book was still laid. He smiled, remembering you. He picked it up and opened the cover, taking a seat at the edge of his bed. He scanned over the words, beginning to take in the information the book had to offer.

Before long, he'd become completely immersed in the pages. Everything he read was all new information, and all of it he found quite fascinating. He didn't put it down almost all night, and he'd surely have a plethora of questions for you tomorrow.

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I mean I cried bc poor Time has been through so much and had so little choice about his role in any of it, and then on top of that he feels like he doesn't deserve companionship :') (plus he's gonna be through MORE WHY did he have to get his eye mutilated HASNT HE BEEN THRU ENOUGH *shakes fist at the sky*) but I did smile when Wind half-teased him abt acting tough and held out his hand to help him up and the four reunited! So I do think it was comforting :D just also sad, and not likely to last bc they have their own individual journeys to get to in the end (though I really hope they'll keep contact!)

But I've also seen some really bitter takes about Time, in the "your past was awful and your future will be filled with its regrets and you can't do anything about any of it, you won't get a happy ending" kind of way, and yours strikes a lot sweeter :) like... "you might be hurt, and lonely, and not certain if you can make this happiness last, but as long as you're with them you can breathe easier, and the memory will carry you through the hard times." If that makes sense? In general you just set the atmosphere and emotions really well! I felt like I was right there with the Links, deeply worried with no way to show it and nothing but dark thoughts for company as Wind waits for Time to wake up, or sitting by the fire and watching it crackle, listening to Time and Wind's quiet conversation, the silence of the night creating the illusion of being the only ones awake in a sleeping world...

You've single-handedly made me love Wind and this possible relationship of his with Time so I dare say you're utilizing him very well!! And yeah you really get that feeling across, that he's very worried about Time but doesn't want to overstep because he gets that Time is more than capable and doesn't want him to think he's implying otherwise... like all the help he offers is strictly of the practical kind and only just hints about feelings, to make sure Time knows he can reach out any time he wants :D That multi-layered "let me help"... It's really sweet. And ooh I really love those headcanons! The elegy of emptiness and Link being the last one who needs to heal is so lovely and so in line with his character :D

This got overlong again so hopefully you weren't joking about the asks XD and a blog about your thoughts on the kid quartet would be awesome! Yeah comics take so long and so much work to make, but honestly I'd just love to hear about how you write their characters in whatever way is easiest for you :) though the way you have of showing-not-telling with the comics is truly breathtaking! Also it's rlly funny to imagine them growing up into LU and Wind suddenly going from eldest to youngest lol, I keep getting the mental image of him still trying to big-brother them while being like half their size XD

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Ah, that makes more sense… yes the hero of time indeed is a really tragic character. It's an aspect i really like drawing about him!!!!!!!! I guess it's one reason all my stand-alone pieces of him are mostly somber…..

Wind probably called him out on it directly as i feel like he's probably tried to pull the "strong guy" persona at least once during his adventures, so he gets to be cheeky about it hahaha I like the idea that they keep contact, but i really doubt it…. though they won't mind much! Even if they're apart they know they're all going to take care of themselves, and have fond memories to keep them company, like you said! (Ignoring that i hc that two of these links die early in their lives….. but that's not really relevant at the moment, ha ha…..)

I'm glad you like my specific interpretation of time! I always want to follow zelda's wacky horror, where in the games there's both tragedy and happiness, so i hoped the same went for all of these characters (even if i also understand some of the more bitter interpretations of Time, I get seeing him be vengeful... but maybe that's because I felt the need to be bitter about it in his stead lololol)- im quite happy you felt so immersed! and the more wind fans the merrier, he deserves them and i really dont mind people sending asks like these, i love talking and hearing about this topic, i have a lot to say….!!!! and i really agree with what you say here, it makes me super happy ♪

I'll probably make a blog soon-ish so i can talk about my ideas and some extra stuff without interrupting this blog, i have some stuff to take care of first before i can continue drawing these four,,, In any case, your last sentence reminded me of this doodle i did a while back, so i thought to send it here lol

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“You think so? Gosh. Thanks-” Henry said with a warm smile. “You made it really easy. You were so fun to work with. It really felt- you know- real. Sometimes you can tell a guy is bored or not having fun, but I had- a lot- of fun-” he said and Henry wasn’t a shy one either.

“Am I blushing?” Henry asked. “I feel like I’m blushing. Why you make me blush so much?” he asked, teasing. Gently hitting Alan fondly in the chest. The way you would a friend or a lover.

Henry nodded. “Yeah. Sure. Let’s - I mean, don’t take this the wrong way but I’d like to go somewhere out of the way. Or, you know, drive thru. Because I uhh- I could go for some more alone time with you.”

“If that’s not weird.”

“You might be blushing a little but it’s cute, don’t often get to make guys as big and strong as you blush so that feels like an accomplishment” Alan joked, happily reaching to rub Henry’s arm as tenderly as he could. It was admittedly a little hard sometimes to just turn off the feelings after a shoot, they were usually so intimate and intense that there was often a little something lingering afterwards but this was a little more intense than he was used to.

“Not weird at all, heck we just had to spend several hours in front of a room full of people doing something insanely private so it’s totally normal to just want some alone time. There’s a pretty good drive thru nearby, we can head back to the hotel and just relax... I mean, the studio pays for those things for a reason so why not abuse it for some alone time” 

Alan casually put his arm around Henry to lead him out of the studio to the car, getting in and heading for the drive through “So, now you’ve done this once... reckon you’ll do it again?” he asked with a little smile “I mean, I’ll be honest, I think I had more fun with you than a lot of the other people in this company and it’d be a crime to not show off a bod like yours as much as possible”

#henryclaus234 #queueded

[distortedwhite]

so i got asked about my opinions on tomoya/tsukasa, hiyori/tsumugi, and nagisa/tsumugi! thank you so much :3cc

tomoya/tsukasa

i vaguely remember having read a story with them interacting but i. can't recall what it was chdbhcf OH WELL classic brain filling the gaps as with all my ships

i love how both of them seem like the Normals, the Reasonable guys, but then you realize that both of them have some loose screws LOL tsukasa?? have you seens knights. freaks all of them, and tsukasa is one too. exhibit a: kidnapping kohaku. exhibit b: squishing ants into the ground as a child. exhibit c: he would Absolutely commit seppuku if that would help (ftr i haven't read sudden death yet but all of these should be??? vaguely accurate) tsukasa is Weird

tomoya? less so, but still weird. he still attends theater club even tho he knows wataru is there, and will make him do weird stuff he doesn't really want to do. he could have left tbe club any time at any point but he still chooses to go back and have club activities with wataru (and hokuto). willingly exposing brain damage to himself lolol

what i Like about them is that both of them went from member to leader in !! era?? both of them grew so much and became the leaders of their units, so if they have troubles, they can go to each other for support since they are in a similar situation… lovely

inb4 they have some sort of rivalry going on and i forgot about it LOL altho that would be nice as well, a constant rivalry between them for being 2nd year leaders of their units even tho there are older members there…

both situations are really good i think YEAH….. tomokasa

hiyori/tsumugi

oh hiyori and tsumugi. literally wrote about mugi's one sided love for hiyorin the other day (read it i dare you pspspsps) but i can't honestly say i know why they'd love each other

maybe hiyorin has a little soft spot for mugi; he was the one who recruited hiyorin into fine after all?? and i honestly can't imagine hiyorin joining fine knowing eichi is there. even if their banter is just friendly LOL the girls are Fighting

i imagine hiyorin has a lot of fun just teasing mugi when he's not in the mood to talk to eichi; and classic mugi just takes whatever hiyori takes him. but ofc hiyori can be friendly to him, which mugi is always happy about

nagisa/tsumugi

*slams my head down* OKAY LISTEN UP……… i don't know HXBSHHC

jokes aside i think they're the kind of ship that appears very distant on the outside but are Very close behind closed doors. maybe sitting next to each other on the bed/couch, reading their book in silence while their shoulders touch. nagisa always making sure to leave lingering touches on mugi, to make sure mugi knows nagisa likes him, and wants him

the constant reaffirmation is something i think would be very important for someone like mugi, as he would never speak up about his worries, so he often doubts himself about "does he really want Me??" and nagisa Always, without fail, manages to take those worries away (even if it's only temporarily) just with his kind gestures

nGHHHH they're the kind of ship i'll Love writing, since i imagine them as a "show love thru actions instead of words" ship (*is very bad with writing dialogue*)

#asks??? owo?

[sunwoo-hoo]

↣ kevin moon ☽ as your boyfriend

↳ a/n: hello lovelies! here we go! this is the headcanon for the moonlight boy himself kevin! this is for you anon. I hope you enjoy it! please, if your under the age of 18 do not interact with this post.

↳ genre: fluff, smut, angst??

↳ send me your requests here!

↳ word count: 839

↳ kevin moon x fem reader

↳ General

COMEDIC DUO

your so lucky to have a guy like kevin in your life 

your relationship is very laid back and easy going

he’s the type who doesn’t care if you wear makeup or if you walk out the house in sweatpants

to him your perfect regardless 

your relationship is very effortless

it’s non stop laughs whenever your around him

he the type to text you memes while your sitting right next to each other 

“babe look at this real quick” he laughed barely holding it together

the type to do a double date with jacob and his s/o 

but you also have one on one dates which include late night driving blasting your favorite music singing together

would probably eat at a late night drive thru 

family is really important to kevin so he would definitely want to show you where he grew up in vancouver 

meeting his family in the process

his love language is definitely words of affirmation

he loves it when you tell him he’s doing a good job or when you leave little notes for him to find 

he greatly appreciates you

he’s definitely teaching you how to play piano 

at first you think he’s going to teach you classical pieces but it’s literally all beyonce 

he’s always singing all of me to you by john legend

he loves it when you kiss his nose finding it adorable

he’s then giving you all the jawline kisses

you love stealing his clothes especially his hoodies because it smells like him

he doesn’t mind at all in fact he encourages you to wear his clothes

he secretly loves to draw you when you aren’t looking

you have the type of relationship where everyone thinks your similar to each other 

basically the boy/girl version of each other

your two peas in pod 

together your both unstoppable there’s nothing you can’t do

↳ Fights

kevin is big on communicating so he’ll probably want to have a rational discussion before things escalate too quickly into a fight

he’s also not the type to waste his energy over the little things

so fighting with him is rare to nonexistent 

the only time you do ‘fight’ it’s probably because he’s saying something sarcastic and hurt your feelings without realizing

“damn babe, you know i was just joking right? i didn’t mean for it to come out that way. can you forgive me?” he pouted

you rolled eyes playfully before replying “ugh fine..” you teased sticking your tongue out 

next thing you know he’s giving you all the tickles by your ribs while your laughing uncontrollably 

↳ Making Up

if the fight was somewhat bad he’s definitely the type to try to laugh about it afterwards with you

or is finding ways to make you laugh like watching funny youtube compilations that may or may not include animals

he’s definitely cuddling you giving you all neck and cheek kisses 

playing with your hair

↳ Sex

switch™ 2.0 

definitely the type to have music in the background while you two are fucking

he secretly loves it when you dom him because he loves giving all the power to you

definitely tie him up and give him the teasing blowjobs

“fuck babe, don’t tease me i need you right now, please..” he moaned

he loves it when your on top because he can grab your hips and thrust in a precise angle which hits your g-spot perfectly making you cum 

you hear all the praise coming from him 

“yeah fuck, hop on my cock.. just like that.. your doing such a good job” 

you’ll definitely have toys in the bedroom kevin is not afraid to experiment 

he loves it when you pull his hair especially when he’s fucking you, please give him all the praise back 

“god kevin i-i’m gonna cum soon your so fucking big” you cried out 

he’s in love with your breasts so expect a lot of breast fucking with his cock between them

when kevin dom’s he’s an entirely different person 

will usually dom when he’s feeling stressed or overworked 

praise goes out the window it’s nothing but dirty talk

“get on your fucking knees and suck this cock” he snapped

“yes sir” you replied looking up at him with doe eyes

definitely will have some light choking covering your mouth to muffle your moans 

as he’s trusting into you deeply and sloppily 

he loves to cum on your breast or lips

when it’s all over he’s collapsing on the bed beside you giving you a high-five with a quick peck on your lips 

telling you that it was amazing and that he loves you

↳ Aftercare

your both cuddling for awhile not wanting to move from your spot until kevin suggests that you should clean yourselves up

your then taking a bath together just enjoying each other’s company

until you finally head to bed where he’s playing a lullaby on his piano in your shared bedroom waiting for you to fall asleep before joining you 

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* © sunwoo-hoo 2 0 2 1  ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

#the boyz imagines #the boyz scenarios #the boyz reactions #the boyz x reader #tbz x reader #kevin moon x reader #kpop imagines #kpop scenarios #kpop reactions #tbz smut #tbz fluff #tbz angst #[mine 🌸]

[2000srockstar]

going thru jotaro’s different interactions with other characters in eyes of heaven cuz that game is full of many treats and treasures. i had to stop and ponder this one for a bit cuz it confused me at first:

the dialogue is hard to see so i’ll write it here: AVDOL: How old are you now, Jotaro? JOTARO: Hmph... You sound like my uncle or something.

i was like... what? but then i realized, oh! this is actually super cute!! and also probably really obvious to everyone except me because i’m autistic and any alteration in phrasing becomes completely alien to me.

note: this is based off the subtitles. i don’t know japanese so i can’t use the direct quotes for reference but i’m going to assume the subs are decent enough for this small dissection.

so this is avdol from the 80s interacting with jotaro from the 90s, it makes sense for him to ask how old jotaro is. firstly, he’s wearing different clothes which is absurd for jotaro “i-wear-my-school-uniform-in-the-desert-sun” kujo. secondly, we shall use our suspension of disbelief skills to say he probably looks older. jotaro’s reply threw me off though because for a moment i forgot josuke exists LOL. i was like, who is your uncle??

then i remembered him and... got confused again. 

avdol doesn’t really sound like josuke here. i can’t remember a time where josuke asks how old jotaro is, either genuinely or jokingly calling him old. yeah, sure, maybe it’s just referencing the fact that jotaro is older than josuke, how that’s not very typical, and the comedic confusion of that... BUT i’m pretty sure josuke isn’t actually referenced here at all. avdol doesn’t even know who josuke is, so why would jotaro bring him up in conversation? i’m not even sure this version of part 4 jotaro knows josuke (i don’t remember the eyes of heaven plot very well or the timeline of it)

then i realized he’s actually teasing avdol. the phrasing of it confused me, but if i changed it up a bit: “you sound like my uncle or something” --> “what, are you my uncle now or something?” i think that’s the joke. which is really endearing IMO. earlier i said it makes sense for avdol to ask how old jotaro is, but the wording of it is also quite funny. he asks, “how old are you now?” y’know, like an uncle seeing you during the holidays. yeah, he means it literally like, clearly i am in the future, how old are you so i know how far in the future..? which is clear at the end of the fight when his reply is, “ten years have passed?” 

but jotaro replies with amusement because he sees how silly the situation is. avdol has been dead / jotaro hasn’t seen him for 10 years (again, eyes of heaven timeline, i can’t remember what happens when or if it affects the multiplayer battle mode idk) and then suddenly shows up in the future like, “hey, kiddo! woah, you’ve gotten so tall!” jotaro, being jotaro, scoffs and pokes fun but i think him teasingly calling avdol his uncle is quite sweet and shows he cares a lot about him. i tend to think of jotaro as being pretty straightforward because he is in terms of action, but he actually tiptoes around things in verbal conversation a lot (either through huffy comments or just being silent) so i’ve just been thinking about this like, what does it mean... what does it all mean, mr kujo? and i’ve decided it means he missed avdol and is glad to see him, actually. my evidence? i like him. i like his uncle avdol, as well.

#jojo's bizarre adventure #jotaro kujo #mohammed avdol #stardust crusaders #eyes of heaven #putting jotaro under my microscope #i love analyzing mundane things #idk i love his and avdol's dynamic and this is sweet #need a textpost tag for my ramblings #adam's yaoi microscope #no....i think not #well

[bronwiebear-brad]

intimacy with harry h 🥺

Warnings: pure old fluff 💗

People were right when they say intimacy was so much more than sex

Sure it took you a few breakups and disappointments over the years but dating Harry made you realise just that

You both held so much love for one another and you showed it every single day on every single occasion

You just couldn't get enough of each other and everyone could see it

Tom was the one who teased the most about how you turned baz into a pure softie

when you two were out clubbing and you took sips into each other's drinks.

the way he held your hair back when you had to throw up after too many shots or how he placed his hand on your forehead to prevent you from hitting the toilet

that time when everyone got a few days off and went on a family trip to Thailand and he brush the sand off your back

Sam always telling that story about how Harry got the guts to finally ask you out

But intimacy with Harry was so much more than that

It was when you two were sitting on the same room working on diferent things together in silence

When you gave him a bite of your food with your own fork, "that looks delicious" "here"

When you were uncomfortable to put your legs on top of his because you didn't shave and he couldn't care less, " but haz I'm-" "shut up I'm dating a real woman or what? Now get over here and let's cuddle" "you know that it'll take me a lot more than a few hair to scare me away"

he putting your necklace and you feeling his hot breath on the back of your neck

You unbuttoning his shirt before bed after a stressful day at work

He unzipping your dress and taking off your make up after a tired red carpet, "I'm sorry haz, I really loved seeing your name on the directors cut" "Shhhh, just go to sleep darling I've got you"

When you cook and you both stood by the oven, chatting and stirring the same pan

When he teaches you how to play golf for the hundred time or how to set the camera for good shots

When you both manage to catch each other's eyes from across the crowded room

When you have to help him out because his hands are full of stuff

When you grocery shop together

When he appreciates you for folding his underwear or him putting yours in the dryer

When you shower together and the bathroom fills with giggles and silly jokes

When you had to help each other to walk thru thick mud or slipery rocks because he really wanted to show you that beautiful waterfall

When he kisses you on the forehead and tells you everything its going to be fine

When you use the bathroom at the same time, you doing your night routine and he washing his teeth, both looking eachother thru the mirror "what baby?" "does that really works? " "yes silly, do you want to try it?" "hell yes"

When both of you share stories from your childhoods, "so that means you slept until 14 with a teddy bear?" "you're in no place to judge, Mr. I can't ride a bike" "in my defense Tom isn't a very good instructor"

He always carrying a tye around his wrist and eventually tying your hair in a perfect ponytail, you typing on your computer and he coming from behing, "darling, this way you feel so much better, iz hot", or when you where about to do the nasty and he would offer to put your hair up with one hand kepping it out of your face

Butterfly kisses

You reaching out to take an eyelash out of his cheek

Waking up in the morning with a fresh homemade tea

Reading that article about movie productions because you know he will find interesting and that's something you could talk about

Sharing I love you's under a roof of stars in the backyard of his house

And falling asleep into each other's arms every single night

That was the vision of a pretty good future ahead them 💗

#harry holland request #harryholland #harry holland imagine #harry holland #hazzaholland