#and now i wear whatever the hell i want to!!!! i have suspenders now!!!! and combat boots!!!

[frankenstein-ate-my-left-shoe]

i literally have no idea what this is, or where it came from but here's a thing:

pairing: steddie | word count: 2,043 | rated: M (will be E in next part)

Eddie Munson was not Steve’s bi awakening, okay? He wasn’t.

He just happened to be standing in the middle of Family Video dressed like his bi awakening (and it didn’t help that he already had an embarrassingly huge crush on the guy).

Steve had come out of the back none the wiser to what he was about to see, glancing up from the tape he was carrying for someone who’d called earlier. His eyes met big, clunky, worn-in cowboy boots, long lean legs (and very nice ass–damn, they’ve got one of those stupid bandanas in their back pocket too) in classic Levis so tight they looked like they were painted on, the back of leather jacket (--hold on), and the back of a head of long, wild-looking, sun-kissed, yet still dark hair.

After his seconds-long oogling, Robin, who was chatting with Bon Jovi’s twin at the counter, glances behind him at Steve. 

Bon Jovi tries to turn and look back without taking himself off the counter, but when that insane hair of his gets in the way, he shoves up off the counter and spins on one heel.

“Munson? Where the hell’ve you been?” Steve thanks whatever it is up there that the surprise of seeing Eddie again temporarily suspends his frazzled ‘hothothothothot’ thoughts about his friend enough to respond normally.

“Damn, Stevie, been gone all summer and all I get is a ‘The hell’ve you been’?”

“Of course, asshole, you’ve been gone All. Summer.” Steve says, finally getting to the counter himself and dropping the tape on it. He scoops Eddie up in a tight hug, one long won from their month of recovery post-Vecna.

Everything went fine, Vecna was dead, the upside-down sealed away, but they hadn’t all left unscathed. Specifically Steve and Eddie, both of whom ended their spring break from hell nursing bat wounds, and closer than ever before. 

Then, after finally graduating, being hailed a hero for “saving” Max and Dustin from the real killer (thank you, suspicious government people), Eddie was hauled out of Hawkins by his Uncle, the former of whom got just enough time for a quick ‘Gotta go, Wayne wants me helping out at the farm this summer,’ before he was gone.

“I told you I would be, Harrington,” Eddie says once Steve sets him back down on his own two feet.

“So what happened? Where’ve you really been?”

Eddie raises a brow, “At the farm. Like I said.”

“Okay, well, excuse me for thinking it may have been the same 'farm' my parents said my childhood dog was sent off to.”

“You think my Uncle was gonna take me upstate to shoot me dead?”

“Obviously not, dumbass, but what other goddamn reason would you, Eddie Munson, have to be on a farm. Like with cows and stuff?”

“Though the sun did you some favors,” Robin cuts back in.

And isn’t that the truth. Up close now (and letting himself look), Steve could see how Eddie’s normally dark hair and pale complexion were now sun-kissed and so well be-freckled that it sent his stomach for another rollercoaster ride.

“Yeah, Munson, you planning on keeping the blond around?” Steve teases, picking up a strand of sun-lightened hair off Eddie’s shoulder and giving it a short tug.

“I don’t know, I’m not really used to how light…”

Whatever Eddie says after that is completely drowned out by ringing in Steve’s ears because Eddie stretches an arm up to paw at the top of his head and he’s wearing a crop top.

He’s wearing a goddamn crop top under his jacket, some band tee that looks like he’d hacked off himself..and are those abs?? God damn he is so fine. It’s not fucking fair. Who does he think he is running around like Steve’s own personal wet dre–

“Holy shit.”

He couldn’t help it. The words just fell out of his mouth.

“H-holy shit, you’ve got abs, Eddie!”

‘Thank you, Robin.’ Steve thinks at her absently since his brain is completely preoccupied..

“Wha–? Oh! Yeah! Check me out, huh?!” Eddie grins wide, lifting his shirt just a bit more to show off the toned expanse of stomach. 

Steve’s mouth goes bone dry.

“And that’s not all,” Eddie says. He drops his shirt and shucks the jacket off his shoulders.

His very well sculpted shoulders.

And arms.

And oh god those hands. Steve could hear the soft scrapes of rough callouses against the leather when Eddie threw the garment onto the counter beside him and his only thought was about how they might feel against his skin..

Still beaming, Eddie flexes one, then both arms, his biceps bunching under more tanned skin. “I got a lot of ‘lifting heavy things and putting them back down again’ in over the summer.” he continues, “I’m probably stronger than you now, Harrington.”

“Ha haha, right..yeah. Robin, can you excuse us for a second?”

Steve doesn’t wait for her response before he grabs Eddie around one of those absolutely delicious biceps and hauls him through the store and out the back door.

He lets a grinning Eddie go as soon as they’re through the back door, taking a couple steps away towards the woods behind their building, and trying to calm down with measured breaths.

When he does turn around, Eddie’s stood away from the door, one hip cocked out and his arms crossed across his chest.

The grin on his face has melted down into a smirk though, and the look in his eyes is less teasing and more cautious.

Steve steps back up close to the other man, and literally starts to circle him like a shark. Scanning his eyes up and down Eddie’s body as he does.

“What’s goin’ on Stevie? Looking for some style tips?” he jokes.

Steve doesn’t answer, and starts his second cycle around his friend.

“You know, maybe get rid of some of those polos?” Eddie sounds just a bit more unsure this time.

Steve’s behind Eddie’s right shoulder when he speaks again. “You think you can barge back in after all this time, looking like that,” Steve comes around to stand in front of Eddie again, “And not expect me to react?”

Eddie grins wickedly again, and steps back at the same time Steve steps forward.

“Expect me to not want to devour you whole?”

“You expect me to want that, big boy?” Eddie says as he’s pressed between Steve and the closed back door.

Steve rears back immediately, “Shit, Eddie, I’m sor–”

“‘Cause I do.” Eddie grabs hold of Steve and spins them around, pressing the younger man back against the door instead. “Ohhh boy, do I want that.”

Steve groans as Eddie slots their hips together, “You really are a big boy, aren’t you sunshine?”

“The things I’m gonna do to you..” Steve growls out, Eddie’s jaw snapping open with his words.

They’re both startled away from the back door when Robin bangs on it, “You’ve got five minutes to get back in here before I drag you back in! It’s Friday and we’re about to get busy!” she yells through the door.

He hears her converse squeak on the tile inside the door as she heads back to the front, then chances a look at Eddie.

He looks as red as Steve feels, from the bit of his face he can see from behind the hair he holds over it.

“Eddie–”

“It’s cool, Harrington,” he wheezes out a dry laugh, glancing over at him, “Better get in for the rush before Robin comes back.

He reaches for the handle again, but is stopped short by a hand on his wrist.

“Listen, Eddie.” Steve says, giving the other man’s arm a soft tug to get him to turn around. “I may have gotten a little…over enthusiastic…”

Eddie’s face scrunches up in a weird way.

“No! Not in a bad way, unless you weren’t as into it as I was–doesn’t matter! Point is, I may have gone a little crazy, but I wasn’t faking it.”

“I don’t think guys can fake it, Steve-o.” Eddie jokes softly, a small smile on his face.

Steve chuckles just as soft, “Shut up man, you know what I mean.”

“Do I?”

“I think you do.”

“I dunno Steve," Eddie shrugs sarcastically, "You’re quite an enigma.”

“Okay, fine, here’s it spelled out for you: I am super into you.” Steve puts up a finger to stop whatever it is Eddie was about to say, “Hold on– I am bisexual, have been for a while and would like to try this..with you. If you want.”

“You gotta be more specific on what ‘this’ is, sunshine.” Eddie steps close to him once again.

Steve smirks, walking Eddie backward to the door again with both hands on his waist. Once he’s got him pressed back against the warm metal, he scoops the hair away from Eddie’s ear and holds it out of the way with a hand on the back of his neck.

He leans in, whispering right into Eddie’s ear. “I want to take you apart, Eddie.”

Eddie sucks in a sharp breath and Steve can feel the man’s heart hammering against his own chest.

“I want to suck you down, eat you out, and fuck you into next Tuesday.” He states, nipping on his earlobe for good measure before pulling back. 

Steve takes in Eddie’s flushed face, his eyes blown out they’re almost completely black, his chest heaving.

“I’d also like to totally romance you and date the fuck out of you, but…” he shrugs, grinning as Eddie smacks his chest lightly with a laugh of his own.

“I’m serious though, Eddie. I want this.”

Eddie’s smile falls slightly. “You sure about the whole dating thing, Harrington? You know you can’t date me for real..like in public and shit.”

Steve shrugs, “I know, but… I don’t think I’d survive something casual with you, Eddie.”

Eddie lets out a breath like he’d been punched.

He takes back in a deep breath, then pulls Steve flush to him again.

“I think that sounds amend—-”

Eddie’s forehead smashes into Steve’s nose when Robin shoves the door open behind Eddie.

“Damn! I knew the door was a bad idea.” Steve says, his voice coming out nasally from where he’s pinching at the bridge of his nose.

“Time’s up, Dingus, get your fruity butt inside.”

Eddie chuckles after her, leading Steve inside. “You shouldn’t tip your head back, lean forward and let it drain out.”

“Ugh, you sure? I’ll get blood all over me,”

“I’m sure, sweetheart, I’ve had a few bloody noses in my time.”

“Here,” Robin says once they reach the counter.

Steve takes the offered tissues, and soaks up the small trickle of blood.

“You still wanna date me if my nose is crooked?” he asks Eddie, who’s (sadly) shrugging his coat back on.

He pretends to think for a moment. “Sorry Stevie, that’s a dealbreaker. Even if it was my forehead what done it.”

“Ugh you’re such a dweeb, I don’t know what you see in him, Steve.”

“He’s hot, okay? And he’s still hot even after he rejected me just now.” Steve states matter-of-factly while shoving a wad of tissue into the one nostril still bleeding.

“You think I’m hot?”

“Very.”

“No, you’re gross. You guys are both gross.”

“Oh Birdie, you should've heard the things he was saying to me outside; all ‘Ooh Eddie, your muscles are so big and so is your hair and also your di—’”

“OKAY! That’s enough of that!” Steve cuts him off, pushing the still grinning Eddie toward the door, then, a softer: “Yours or mine after I’m off?” once they’re at the door.

“Definitely yours, unless you want Wayne to be privy to our shenanigans.”

“Yeah, that’s a no. Also, shenanigans? Really? You’re a super dweeb.” Steve smirks, pushing his boyfr— frien— Eddie out the front door. “I’m off at four, see you at five?”

Eddie fumbles backward over the curb but manages to catch himself, “It’s a date, Steve.”

He watches Eddie climb up into his van, and follows its path down the road and out of sight with a dreamy sigh.

“You still have tissues in your nose, Dingus.”

part 2/2 here | and on AO3!

definitely inspired by this post from @sparrowtapes

#steddie #eddie munson #steve harrington #st #stranger things #steddie ficlet #steve harrington x eddie munson #steve harrington having a crush on bon jovi is canon okay? #noelle writes

[ode2rin]

it's all me, just don't go

pairing. itoshi rin x gn!reader

genre. post-argument, hurt/comfort this time (^o^) | fluff too actually (?)

warnings. swearing, and probably a lil ooc rin .. well he's a bit of a loser here (i like loser men) this is also not proofread basically wrote it on a whim T_T i also listened to "afterglow" by taylor swift while writing hehe so it's a bit inspired to that

note. it's the part 2 of this | i'm supposed to be figuring this whole platform out but instead made a part 2 of the rin fic bec he got me in chokehold istg

before you could make up your mind, you felt the door knob twisting, startling you. you froze, heart pounding against your chest. as the door swung open, it revealed a distraught rin hastily trying to wear his coat.

your eyes locked with his, and for a moment, you were both suspended in time.

itoshi rin was not known for being a man of many words, but for you, he rehearsed every possible apology he could think of as he’ll search for you in every street around. he would’ve apologized a hundred times over if it meant you would return home to him. if you’re not ready to come home with him, he’ll leave you alone. he’ll leave the apartment, if it means you’ll stay where he knows you’re safe. he’ll tell you he’ll be good for you. fuck, he’ll be the best for you. he would have changed his ways, toned down his ego, anything to prove his love to you. he’ll tell you anything, just please, for the love of whatever divine forces watching over him, please come home.

he prepared a lot to say, a lot to make up for. he never prepared for a staring contest with you right now. rin’s hands ached to hold you. he wants – needs to fucking hold you so close, feel your warmth and know that you were still his. but every thought and intention he had practiced vanished in the face of your presence, leaving him at a loss for words.

rin saw the hurt in your eyes, and he couldn't help but feel a twinge of guilt in his chest. he had hurt you, and seeing the pain written so plainly on your face made him ache inside.

but the hurt in you was no longer remnants of the argument you had, it was because of your lover standing in front of you right now.

as rin’s eyes met yours, you noticed that his eyes were slightly red-rimmed and there was a streak of dried tears in his cheeks.  at the realization that rin had been crying, you felt your heart lay down in pieces. you knew how rin’s mind tends to jump into the brinks of overthinking. he must’ve thought you’re never coming back, hence him leaving the apartment and going after you.

the sight of him was far from what the world thought about itoshi rin. this was no egoist. 

no, this was a man, vulnerable and afraid, his heart laid bare for you to see. 

and in that moment, you knew, no longer a shred of doubt clouding your mind, that you definitely seen past beyond his walls.

you wasted no time breaking the suffocating silence that enveloped you both, your voice low and small as you uttered a timid “hi.” you couldn't bear to look into rin's eyes, instead opting to cast your gaze downward as you tried to form coherent sentences. “i'm sorry for leaving,” you managed to say, your words strained with regret. “i just needed some fresh air, and i thought maybe you wanted some time alone. i'm sorry–”

before you could continue, rin's towering frame engulfed you in a tight embrace. you felt his arms wrap around you protectively, and you couldn't help but lean into him. "you have nothing to apologize for, it was on me," rin murmured, his voice soft and laced with guilt. he wondered why the hell were you even apologizing when you had done nothing wrong but love him, despite being a huge asshole.

you were about to reply, but rin beat you to it, his words tumbling out in a jumbled mess. "i'm so fucking sorry, baby. i didn't mean any of the shit i told you. i'm sorry i hurt you. i lashed out at you for things you never did, and i took it out on you because i was scared over something so fucking lukewarm." you could hear the sniffling between his words, but you didn't mention it, instead burying your face further into his chest as he held you tighter.

rin's grip on you intensified, as if he was afraid he'd lose you if he let go. he took your silence as a cue to cradle your face in his palms and press your foreheads together, his warm breath fanning across your face.

“i’m sorry. i’ll be good to you, y/n. just please, don’t leave..” me. rin couldn't bring himself to say it, the mere thought of losing you driving him to the brink of madness.

he closed his eyes, unwilling to see your face and see a trace of rejection or any thought of you leaving him. for a moment, it felt like rin couldn't even breathe. the silence between you was again suffocating, and he knew he needed to hear something, anything. "please, y/n. say something," he implored, desperation evident in his tone.

“open your eyes, rinnie” at the sound of his nickname rolling off your lips, he hesitantly opened his eyes to look at you. 

glad he did, because you’re smiling. 

it took one smile. one fucking smile from you, and itoshi rin felt he can breathe again. 

“will you let me let you go?” 

“fuck no.”

you let out a small chuckle at the speed of his answer, all with his familiar snarky voice. you placed your hands in his cheeks and you can see the relief wash over rin's face at the gesture. 

he looks at you as if you're his lifeline, and in this moment, you are.

“you better not. because i’m not going anywhere, rin.” you say, your voice filled with conviction.

“i'm never letting you go,” he whispers, his eyes still locked onto yours.

you both stay like that, wrapped in each other's arms, basking in the warmth of your embrace. for the first time in a while, everything feels right.

tomorrow, you know there will be more apologies and a lot of talking. tomorrow, both of you will try harder to be better for each other. and tomorrow, hand in hand, you and rin will face whatever lies ahead.

but tonight, both of you will let your fragile hearts hold on to each other and your frantic minds to be at peace in each other’s arms. tonight, itoshi rin will spend every second convincing himself that you’re his to love and here to stay. tonight, he will love you better.

#☁️ my ode to you #blue lock #bllk #blue lock x reader #bllk x reader #itoshi rin x reader #itoshi rin #itoshi rin x y/n #blue lock imagines #bllk imagines #blue lock fluff #itoshi rin fluff #blue lock x reader fluff #itoshi rin x reader fluff #pls take it easy on me i'm new here and i don't know shit #i'll cry

[irkimatsu]

God will never stop my sinful hand. More Husk/Reader! Clothes stay on but it's still spicy, gonna call 18+ on this one. Husk gets to nut his pants, good for him. You and Husk make out, you discover that his wings are an erogenous zone, and good times are had by all. Completely gender-neutral reader, nothing to point it in any direction gender-wise. This is about making Husk moan, that is all

Your relationship with Husk has progressed over the past few months.

What state it’s progressed to, you’re not quite sure. You’re far from the point of declaring undying love for each other; hell, Husk is hesitant about the word “love” in general. He doesn’t want to say it, and he doesn’t want to hear it. You haven’t had sex with him, either; you have no idea how you’d ask, and he hasn’t broached the subject himself.

But that doesn’t mean that you haven’t done anything together that could be construed as special. Even if he’s in no rush to define whatever it is you two have going on, he’s still shown you plenty of his romantic side. He likes taking you out for dinner and shows, events that are way too fancy for you to merely think of them as friendly outings.

The amount of times you’ve come home from a play to immediately make out in one of your rooms, before falling asleep in the same bed, made things seem even less “friendly”.

You didn’t even need the excuse of a date to start making out. Some nights, like tonight, all it took was some drinks and conversation at the hotel bar before you were both sure that the rest of the hotel was asleep or otherwise absent. As soon as he knew it was safe to close down for the night, the two of you headed up to his room for some soft jazz music and some tender, passionate kissing. He used to be so withdrawn with you, as if afraid you’d shatter if he touched you too firmly, but he’s gotten more bold recently, taking it upon himself to hold you close in his arms.

There’s no way you’d tell him, but you prefer cuddling with him when he’s dressed down like this, only wearing suspenders without a shirt. His fur is so soft and warm, and the fewer layers of clothing between you and it, the better.

You know to be careful with your compliments. He’s confided in you that he can’t stand what he’s become as a demon, and that he wishes he still had his human body.

But you can’t deny it. Some of your favorite parts of him, physically, are the parts that aren’t human.

His hat came off his head shortly into the proceedings, so you’re free to comb your hand through the tuft of hair on his head. It’s much more messy and wild than it is on your dates; he has zero reason to style it when he’s wearing his hat. You love it like this, though. It’s one of the softest things you’ve ever touched. Could human hair ever glide beneath your fingers this wonderfully?

You’re trying not to think of it as “petting” him. You know he hates that word. Perhaps “stroking” would work better for him? You stroke the top of his head, then move down to scratch the back. He stays calm, still kissing you like normal, so you keep moving until both of your hands reach the backs of his ears.

He jolts back from the touch.

“Sorry!” you cry out immediately. “Was that too far?”

“I’m sensitive back there,” he says, one ear still twitching from the contact. “Could you warn me next time?”

“Sorry!” you repeat. You know his irritability isn’t personal against you, but you still hate hearing that tone from him…

“It’s fine,” he says, quickly softening now that the shock is wearing off. “I didn’t hate it. You just gotta warn me before you do stuff like that.”

“Do you want to keep going?” you ask. “I can leave if you want me to.”

“You’re not going anywhere.” He’s smiling again as he pulls you against his body. “Mind doing that again, now that I’m expecting it?”

You nod, and as he resumes kissing your mouth, you go back to scratching his ears. It’s a weird feeling, being able to touch someone like this during a make-out session; but you appreciate the novelty, especially when every inch of him feels so perfect beneath your fingers.

“Can you go lower?” he asks. “While scratching like that?”

You accept his request, scratching your way from his ears to his cheeks. His fur is so thick here, and it’s hard for you to pull your hands away from how divine it feels, but you have so much more to explore. You continue your scratches down to his neck, then to his shoulders. One of his suspender straps slips off while you’re scratching, and you’re dying to see how he looks when he’s slightly disheveled.

But looking would require you to stop kissing him, and you’re not ready to stop yet.

You’re so eager to feel even more of him. You touch him lower, reaching the small of his back and rubbing the spot where his wings meet his body.

He gasps and pulls away from you again. It takes him a moment to catch his breath.

“Husk?” you ask, not entirely sure what you did but already regretting it.

“...shit.” He exhales heavily. “Shit. Haven’t been touched there in a long time…”

“Did I do something wrong?”

“Uh…” he laughs nervously. “Not wrong, but… you probably shouldn’t do that. Not unless…” He stops himself and shakes his head. “No. You shouldn’t.”

“Why not?” It didn’t look like it hurt him…

“It’s… an intimate spot.” Even through his fur, you can see him blushing. “Wings are sensitive. You shouldn’t touch them unless you want to turn somebody on.”

That information, combined with the sight of him with his suspender straps hanging off his shoulders, is turning some interesting gears in your head.

A playful smile grows on your face. “So what you’re saying is, if I want to turn you on…” You lean in closer, but don’t touch him yet; it’s up to him to close the gap if he so chooses.

Husk swallows. “If you want to…” He places his paws on your sides, holding you as timidly as he did when things first started. “I don’t wanna rush you into that, though.”

“You’re not rushing me.” You gently kiss his nose and scratch one of his cheeks.

You think you hear a purr in his throat, but you know better than to bring it up.

“Then go ahead,” he says, uttering it quickly to reduce the amount of time he has to spend not holding and kissing you. You quickly get back into the rhythm of things, repeating your hands’ earlier motions. He remains calm as you scratch his ears, his cheeks, his shoulders…

His waist bucks up into you when you touch the base of his wings, but he doesn’t pull away.

You start out slowly and fleetingly, not sure how much pressure he needs to feel the effects of your touches. Clearly it doesn’t take much. Within seconds, he’s squeezing you tightly and moaning into your mouth.

Where else is he sensitive, you wonder? You slowly run your fingertip along the edge of one of his wings, and his whole body shivers against yours.

“Fuck…” he mutters beneath his breath before kissing you again. “Gentle…”

You follow his request, lightly petting his wing with a single finger. It’s still enough to get him to kiss you harder and keep cursing under his breath. You run your finger back down to the joint and start pressing, steadily becoming more firm in your touch to test his reaction.

You eventually reach a point that makes him cry out, then breathe too heavily to kiss you anymore.

“Fuuuuuck…” His eyes are unfocused, and he seems unsure of what to do with himself. “Give me a second…”

You take your hands off of his body to let him compose himself. Once he’s finally aware of his surroundings again, he rests his head on your shoulder and squeezes your waist in his arms. He’s nuzzling his soft cheek against your neck, and you don’t know if it’s making you feel more ticklish or aroused.

Both? Fuck, definitely both.

“Could you scratch under them?” he asks.

You place your hands beneath his wings and begin to scratch the joints from that angle. His feathers brush against your hands as he lightly flaps to your touch, and his hot breaths on your neck are rapidly increasing in strength and tempo.

“Harder,” he moans through gritted teeth, and you comply. The sounds he’s making now are downright lewd, mixed with the occasional inhuman growl. He’s grinding his waist against your leg, and even with his pants still on it’s obvious how excited you’re making him. His current behavior is so undignified for the gentleman who’s been taking you on dates and playing you songs for the past few months.

It’s a side of him you want to see even more of.

“Fuck, I can’t stop…” he squeezes your leg between his own and grinds furiously, his rapid breaths turing into high-pitched whines. “Fuck, fuck-”

You keep on touching him, delighting in how badly it’s making him squirm. 

“Gonna- fuck-” He lifts his waist as if he’s trying to pull away from you, but the death grip his legs have on you won’t allow it. “I can’t-”

“Go ahead,” you assure him, rubbing his wing joints just a little harder.

Whether it’s from the touch or the permission, you’ve awakened something inside him. Still a mess of growls, moans, and whines, he latches his mouth onto the side of your neck and starts nipping while his hips grind furiously into your leg. You moan along with him, fingers digging into his back to keep yourself stable just as much as they are to please him. It’s not long before he’s moaning against your neck as a wet spot pools in the spot where he’s still humping you.

He falls limp in your arms, and you immediately relieve the pressure on his wings, instead choosing to gently stroke his lower back. His breathing is heavy, but steady as he nuzzles into your neck again.

“Fuck…” His vocabulary isn’t the most varied right now.

He seems so spent after that, so you carefully lay him stomach-down on the bed, making certain not to give his surely-sensitive wings the slightest bit of stimulation. He folds his arms beneath his chin, and he laughs.

“Haa… gotta do that again. It’s been forever since I felt that good…”

You’d love to cuddle him in this state, but until you can figure out how to do that without disturbing his wings, you’ll settle for sitting next to him and watching him relax.

“Hey… Husk?” You ask. “I wanna ask you something…”

“Hm?” He doesn’t open his eyes as he answers.

“Would you have let someone else do that? Would you have enjoyed it as much?”

“What are you talking about?” He’s frowning in concern, forehead creased, but still not opening his eyes.

“It’s just… I don’t know what we are. Are we together, or…?”

He reaches out to gently squeeze your hand. “I don’t like putting names on this stuff. It’s just asking for trouble. All I know is that I only want to be touched like that by someone I really trust, and right now, the person I trust that much is you.”

“And if you trusted someone else…?”

He’s laughing again. “Someone else, when I have you already? Not happening. Come on. Lay down with me.”

You lay on your stomach beside him, and he drapes his arm around you and pulls you against his side. His wing descends on you, and he winces slightly from the touch, but it’s not enough to keep him from covering you like a blanket.

“And you know…” he continues. “Not that I wanna control you… but I’d like knowing you don’t touch anyone else like that.”

“Someone else, when I have you already?”

He makes a low, amused noise as you parrot his words back at him. “Okay… good.” He squeezes you close and kisses your cheek. “Now, tell me something else.”

“What is it?”

“I wanna return the favor. Where should I start?”

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel husk #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin husk #hazbin husk x reader #hazbin hotel husk x reader #irk blubbers about nothing #irk huskposts #there i have a tag for him now

[echo-rambles]

somewhere among the pines

words: 4,807 tags: witch!reader, werewolf!chan, ghost!seungmin and roommate!seungmin. fluff. mentions of an injury. vague allusions to soulmatism, if you squint and believe real hard. mentions of magic. notes: I finished it in time! I feel like there are bits where you can tell I rushed, but overall I'm very happy with it. this is also the longest reader insert I've ever written, so I hope you enjoy! Happy Halloween! [ao3 link]

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The veil between worlds is thin this time of year. You know this to be true; a fact of your world that you learned when you were very young. 

Every October, the veil begins to thin. Odd things happen all year around, especially for someone like you, but the month of October brings with it a rise of the unexplainable. Or, perhaps unexplainable isn’t the correct word, since you’re very good at explaining the weird and unknown. 

This is a very long explanation for the fact that your roommate and possibly the best friend you’ve ever had, is incredibly corporeal in the days leading up to All Hallow’s Eve. What’s it say about you that you consider a ghost to be your best friend? That’s honestly a can of worms you don’t really want to open right now. 

Normally, your very dead and very spectral friend spends most of the calendar year as a phantom entity in your home. He can speak to you and possibly move small objects around if he concentrates. But for the most part he’s a ghost.

October is his favorite time of year. Yours too, for completely different reasons, but you can’t deny that you also find great joy in watching Seungmin move everything he can get his hands on simply because he can.

It also means the pranks increase tenfold, because now he’s tangible and can do so many more things. He has to get it all in before November rolls back around, severing the strong connection to the worlds beyond. 

“I think your neighbor is weird.” Seungmin says, from his spot by your kitchen window.

He’s wearing a horrendously large sweater that he must have found at the back of your closet, and it almost swallows him whole. Completely covering the shorts he constantly wears. 

He’s also holding your favorite mug. It’s empty, but he’s still clutching it to his chest as if he’s ready at any moment to sip at his morning coffee. You decide to let him have this, knowing that he only truly gets to experience big sweaters and mugs in his hands once a year. 

“Because you’re so normal.”

“I am.” He defends, immediately, glaring at you. “I was. ”

“You were the most normal boy in the orphanage?”

“It was a university for gifted students.”

Teasing him about his life before has become normal between the two of you. After that first year, after you both learned how to coexist in the same space without upended chairs or banishing spells, he finally told you his story. About his university that burned down decades ago with him inside of it. How the land that your house now occupies was once part of the sprawling campus. 

It’s another reason you let him raid your closet every October. It has to be a certain type of hell to spend the rest of your unlife looking like you’re always ready to attend afternoon lectures in plaid shorts and suspenders and shoes with little buckles on them. 

Ignoring his glaring attention, you turn back to the pot you have on the stove. It’s starting to boil aggressively, so you make sure to jam in some cinnamon sticks before wrestling the cover onto it. 

“Can you stop spying on my neighbor? He has nothing to do with you.”

Seungmin glides over to peer over your shoulder. “Whatever, but he is weird. Did you burn dinner?”

“It’s meant to be a spell and no, it’s not burnt. Sorry, are you the professional in the kitchen?”

“Are you?”  

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Maybe Seungmin was right. Maybe your neighbor is weird. 

You watch, from the same kitchen window Seungmin was staring out of a few days ago, as your neighbor comes out of the woods surrounding your properties shirtless and running. It’s a routine of his that you’ve noticed. In a completely normal way, mind you. 

It's not like you're an obsessive stalker or anything. You just happen to notice things. Especially things that follow a pattern. 

He’s the type of guy that goes running at night, and he always takes the path that cuts through the woods that creeps at the edge of your shared backyards. 

Maybe jogging at night isn’t a completely odd thing, but he’s also shirtless, and it’s the tail end of October. The nights are getting colder, with winter nipping at the heels of autumn. That can’t be normal. 

It’s also a routine that you only began clocking at the beginning of the month. He’s lived in the house next door since the spring, and you’ve noticed him jogging through the neighborhood every now and then. He seemed like the athletic type, so you didn’t think much of it. 

But the nightly jogs through the forest only really became a thing during the first week of the month. At first it didn't seem like anything too different. Seungmin, who never actually sleeps, commented on it but you waved him off. He loved to gossip and get into people’s business. He was possibly the nosiest ghost you ever met. 

But as the nights went by, you became more aware of it. 

You’d like nothing more than to chalk it up to Seungmin as the one being weird, but if you squint you swear there really is something peculiar about him. It’s in the way the air moves around him, you think. It feels impossible to put into words, but there’s something about it that’s just a little unexplainable. 

Once you notice, it's almost impossible to stop noticing it. Which is incredibly frustrating.

Your neighbor approaches his back stairs, and slows to a stop. You watch as he lets out a long breath and stretches his back. As he turns, he catches sight of you in the window. It’s too late to try and move away, pretending you weren’t absolutely staring, so when he offers you a wave, you have to return it. 

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The next night you curl up on the single patio chair you have on your back porch. It’s barely a porch, really. There’s enough room for a chair and a small table and not much else. 

You wait, quietly, as the stars twinkle above the tree tops and the night becomes as quiet as it can in a neighborhood that’s not urban enough for constant traffic and city noises, but also not rural enough for the silence that only comes with living far enough away from people. It’s the odd sort of in between world. Ambient sounds of a car passing a handful of streets away. Someone’s dog is barking in the distance. You hear a pair of voices from the front of your house, as they walk past on the sidewalk, their voices fade away the farther they get. 

The moon shines brightly from its spot in the sky. It’s not a full moon just yet, you can tell by the subtle shape of it and the calendar on your phone. It’ll reach its zenith in a few days, just shy of Halloween. 

Finally, your neighbor comes out from the sparse woods. Shirtless as always. You try, and fail, not to stare. 

(“He’s kind of hot.” Seungmin had said, that first night he had called him weird, after returning to the window. “Almost upsettingly so.”) 

You were trying to be a polite and respectful neighbor and not oggle him. But Seungmin was so entirely correct. It really is upsetting how good looking he is. 

“Hey.” You greet, grabbing his attention as you call out. You move forward, resting your arms against the railing and leaning just enough over the side so you can see him better. 

“Oh, hi.” He answers, blinking at you before waving. When he smiles he has a dimple. You can see it in the porch light. 

“My roommate thinks you’re weird.” Might as well get to the point, instead of trying to find an excuse to speak to him.

That makes him laugh. Loud and full and it warms you up from the inside out. 

“I’m sorry?” 

“No need to apologize for him projecting.” 

“Uh- ok. Noted. Do you share your roommate’s opinion or…?” His voice dips, like he’s trying to make it sound like a joke but he’s also extremely curious. 

You can taste it on the wind. It’s that same sort of something about him that you noticed before, but now it’s more pronounced. Now that there isn’t a window or a driveway between you. He’s drifted closer to your porch, titling his head a bit, and you, tipping your gaze down. 

It tastes a little like ozone and petrichor. Like the aftershocks of a storm deep in the forest. Woodsy and warm and sharp. It gets stuck at the back of your mouth, up into your nose. The sort of taste that has a smell and vice versa. 

He tastes like magic. 

“I haven’t really decided yet.” You tell him, keeping all of your thoughts locked tightly away. You wait a beat, watching his smile settle, before you introduce yourself. 

“You can call me Chan. It’s nice to meet you.” 

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A few days before All Hallow’s Eve, you’re awoken by a hand on your shoulder. The feeling is so foreign you’re immediately awake, sitting up with your heart in your throat, blinking away the dizziness of sleep.

Seungmin is leaning over your bed, his mouth set into a perpetual frown. Wearing a terry cloth robe over his school uniform and a pair of slippers in the shape of puppies that you specially bought for him. 

“There’s a dog at your door.”

“What?” You're not awake enough to parse that sentence. 

He rolls his eyes. “There is a dog, and it’s on the back porch.” 

“...what?”

“I’m not repeating myself again. Do something about it, because it’s kind of creeping me out.”

“Creeping you out?" You question, because it feels like an incredibly ironic thing for Seungmin to be saying. "Aren’t you meant to be the creepy thing?” 

“It’s my night off.” He says, before walking away. Leaving you blinking and confused. 

There’s a dog? At your door?

What the fuck does he mean by that? You check the time as you're crawling out of bed and into a pair of house slippers. What is a dog doing on your porch at three in the morning? 

The house is dark and quiet as you shuffle down the stairs and through both the living room and kitchen. The only sound is the soft, almost haunting noise of Seungmin singing to himself somewhere else in the house. 

As you get closer to the back of your house, you can just barely make out a dark shape outside of the window. The moonlight seems to cast it in silhouette, and the curtains drawn over the window blur the outline.

Creeping closer, you quietly try to peek behind the curtain and out onto the porch. Holding your breath, you chance a look. Any other time of year, you might have taken your roommates word for it that there was just some dog outside. But you can never be too careful about the things lurking in the dark so close to the 31st. 

At first you can't really make out what it is. It's just a large shape. Made out of shadow as it shifts around and almost knocks over your chair. Your heart crawls its way back up into your throat at the sheer size of it. 

It's as you're trying to figure out what the fuck you're meant to do in situations like this, and also wondering why your protection wards don't seem to work against this thing, when it moves and catches the light. 

You're still keyed up, because you still can't find an explanation, but there's a sliver of relief at recognizing what the shape is. 

Sitting there, sniffing at the little potted plants you have balanced on the porch railing, is a massive animal. Seungmin called it a dog but it looks so much bigger. 

It has the proportions of a wolf, maybe. You've seen wolves before, on television and that one time you went to a wolf sanctuary up north. You have a rough estimate of what they're meant to look like. Except this wolf looks as if someone clicked and dragged at the edges and enlarged it. 

When it moves to turn, trying to be oh so careful of the small space it's found itself in, you notice the way it flinches and limps. It’s favoring one of its front paws. 

Oh. It's injured. Ok, so you have a gigantic injured wolf camped out on your back porch. Sure. Why not? Somehow you're convinced you've had weirder things happen to you. Seungmin is somehow your best friend and dead, that has to be the weirdest thing in your life, right?

Speaking of your dead roommate, you’re sure that if he were here right now, hovering over your shoulder and watching you pull out the first aid kit from under the sink, he'd say you have a bleeding heart. Or that you’re being idiotic by wanting to help the monster at your door. What else are you meant to do? Shoo it away? It’s injured! 

Gently opening the back door, you try to seem like as little of a threat as possible. You don't need this thing lunging and attacking the moment it sees you. You’re convinced that it could swallow you in one bite if it really wanted it. 

The moment the back door creaks open, its ears perk up and it’s moving to face you. Curious but cautious.

“Hi, uh- please don’t eat me?” You inch further out, keeping the door open in case you have to make a swift exit. The wolf moves out of your way, making room on the already cramped porch. It tips its head and flattens its ears. It doesn’t seem aggressive. 

If anything it looks like it’s in pain. 

Now that you’re out here, and you have a better view, you catch sight of blood on the boards of your porch. Smeared and shiny in the porch light. “Can I… help? If I help you, that means you can’t eat me. Ok?” 

The wolf whines, settling down in whatever empty space it can find and nosing at its front leg. 

This feels almost too surreal. You know nothing about who or what this wolf is, or why it decided to seek you out, but yet you’re crouching down and snapping open the first aid box. 

“Um, it’s nice to meet you. I’m just going to- sorry, I need to see where you’re hurt.” You start to talk to it, not even knowing if it can understand you. You want to reassure it, in any way you can manage. As you pull its, frankly huge paw into your lap, you remember to introduce yourself. It always pays to be polite. 

You try to hold in your gasp once you get a good look at where it’s injured. The entire foreleg is bleeding, the skin mangled. 

“Did you step in a bear trap? Holy shit. ” You breathe, pressing gauze to the open wounds, trying your best to staunch the blood. 

The next few minutes go by in near silence, as some part of your brain has completely shut off to the entire weirdness of this situation, and instead you focus solely on fixing whatever this is as best as you can. It’s far from a professional job, but the bleeding has stopped so you take that as a win. 

The entire time, you can feel the wolf staring at you. If anything, it just adds to the weird factor. It doesn’t act like a normal wolf. Sure, it flinches when you press too hard on its wounds or when you sterilize them, but it doesn’t growl or snap or pull away. It just closes its eyes tight and huffs through its nose. 

“I’m sorry.” You mumble, wrapping its leg and paw up in a bandage. “It’s almost over, I promise.” The wolf whines again, quiet and soft and you’re struck with the urge to press a kiss to its head.

When you’re done, and you tuck the bandage into itself, the wolf finally moves. It surges forward, and you flinch, bracing yourself for the worst. A wet nose presses itself to your cheek, and then you feel it bump its head into your own. The force of it almost knocks you over. 

“Oh, uh- you’re welcome.” 

As quickly as it had sat and offered you its paw, it’s getting up and stepping over you. Apparently it got what it wanted out of this exchange. 

It’s only later, after the wolf has limped its way into the woods, that you find yourself looking up at the night sky. It’s the first night of the full moon. A giant wolf that didn’t act much like a wolf showed up on the very first night of the full moon. There’s something about that statement that sticks into the folds of your brain, but you’re honestly too tired and covered in blood to make any real sense of it. 

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The next afternoon, you see Chan getting out of his car, wearing a big grey hoodie and a beanie. Seeing him all bundled up is almost as good as seeing him run around shirtless. He somehow manages to pull off both looks flawlessly. 

You’re still tired from all of the sleep you didn’t get last night, but you’ve decided that sitting out on your front steps to get some much needed sunlight would do you well. 

You wave when he catches sight of you, offering a small smile as a hello. When he waves back you notice that his hand is bandaged, and the white cloth disappears into the cuff of his hoodie. 

Interesting.

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“It's at the back door again.” Seungmin says, practically hanging over you. His hair is damp and a shocking shade of orange, and you are not awake enough to wonder how he managed to do that. 

“You have to stop waking me up like this.” You grumble, pushing him out of your face. 

“Your wolf is whining at the back door." 

“He’s not my wolf.” 

You have this sneaking suspicion, you’ve been fostering it all day, that says he’s not really anyone’s wolf but his own. For a multitude of reasons. 

“Well, this is the second night in a row and it’s getting kind of pathetic. I’m starting to feel bad for it.”

“Fine, fine. I’ll deal with him.” You pull a sweater on and shove your feet into slippers.

“Wait- he? Him? The wolf told you its pronouns?” Seungmin follows you down through the hall and down the stairs. 

“Oh, right. I forgot to tell you.” You stop in the living room, peeking just enough into the kitchen to notice the large shape outside of the window by the back door. “I’m pretty sure our neighbor is a werewolf.”

“I knew he was weird!” 

Moving closer to the back door, you’re a bit more resolved in your conclusion after saying it out loud. It feels like the most obvious answer. The only thing you’re still confused about is why did a werewolf seek you out when it was hurt? A werewolf who you’ve barely spoken to and only introduced yourself to earlier in the week?

You open the door, and there he is. Laying with the top half of his body on the porch and the rest of him sitting on the grass. His ears perk up when he sees you in the doorway. 

“Hi Chan. How’s your arm feeling?” You ask, with a tilt of your head and a genuine smile. Seungmin laughs from just behind your shoulder, giddy and loving every minute.

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In the morning, there's a knock at your front door, and when you answer it, Chan is standing there, hands shoved deep in his pockets and the brim of his cap pulled low over his eyes. 

He looks a little awkward and misplaced. You were expecting him to show up sooner or later. Especially after you called him by name last night.

“Hey. Long time no see.” You tease, smiling at him.

“Hi. I uh-” He cuts himself off with an embarrassed sort of laugh. “Right. Actually, that's kind of what I came to talk about.”

“About the werewolf thing?”

“Wow." He breathes, still amused and trying to get a handle on his laughter "Yeah, actually.” With his head tipped away from you, he resembles the wolf quite a bit. You can almost imagine him with his ears flattened and his big liquid eyes refusing to look at you. 

“Sure. Come in.” 

You direct him to the living room, and you know what it must look like to someone who's never seen it before. Different patterns and trinkets scattered around, candles on every surface. Seungmin calls it eclectic. But he says it with a twist to his voice so you can never tell if it's an insult or a compliment. 

After you're both seated on one of the couches, your knees dangerously close to touching, you prop your head on your fist and wait for him to speak first. 

This is his problem more than it is yours, plus he's the one that came to talk. 

“You don’t look like a werewolf.” Seungmin says, appearing from virtually nowhere. His hair is still orange, and it looks a lot better in the daylight. You'll have to tell him you like it, once you're not so annoyed with him of course. 

"Oh, uh-" 

“And you don't look like a dead boy. Leave him alone.” You snap at him. With love. 

Seungmin pouts and rolls his eyes, but he easily slips from the room.

“Sorry about him. He’s nosy.” 

Chan shrugs, hands fidgeting on his thighs. “It’s alright. I don’t really mind. Besides, I did come here to talk to you about the 'werewolf thing,' so it’s fine if he’s curious about it.” He actually adds finger quotes as he says it, which is kind of stupidly endearing.

"I'm the one who's curious. Like I said, he's just nosy." 

“Right, well. I want to apologize, firstly, for bothering you the other night. Or well, for the wolf bothering you.”

You tilt your head in curiosity. "Aren’t you and the wolf the same person?”

“It’s- complicated." Chan presses his lips together, before sighing and settling further into the cushions. "We are but… sometimes, especially during a full moon, the wolf can have a mind of his own. We’re not separate entities but- sometimes, when he’s feeling strong, I don’t get a say over our decisions.”

“Like stepping in a bear trap?”

“Or coming to you for help. Really, I am sorry.”

“You were bleeding, Chan. You don’t have to apologize for that.” 

Somehow, your hand has made its way to his knee. You press your fingertips into his jeans. He shifts closer, and his eyes are so dark and deep. 

"Besides. I kind of like the wolf." 

"What about me?" 

"I thought you weren't separate entities?" 

His dimple appears when he smiles, and you have to stop yourself from leaning close and pressing your thumb into it.

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It's the last night of the full moon, with Halloween just around the corner, and you're stepping out onto the porch before Seungmin can wake you. 

You have a feeling, rooted deep underneath all of your organs, that you’re going to see Chan again tonight. He mentioned that the full moon has a strong effect on him, and when he’s a wolf he seems drawn to you. So you might as well meet him in the middle. 

Sitting out in your little chair, you wait. The night has turned chilly and the stars glitter brightly in the sky. Finally, movement at the tree line catches your attention. A dark shape that stalks back and forth, just out of sight. 

You don’t really have an explanation for all of this, for why a werewolf is seeking out your attention, but you can’t say that you’re complaining all that much. It’s nice to feel trusted by something five times your size and with teeth as thick as your fingers. 

Getting up and stepping from the porch, you move closer to the woods. Standing barefoot in the sparse grass of your backyard and tempting the shape to come closer. The moon is full and bright and the breeze bites at your bare ankles. The shape stares out at you, eyes glinting between two tree trunks. 

“C’mere.” You call, barely raising your voice. 

The shape moves, bridging the distance between you and the trees in the blink of an eye, and suddenly you have a mass of muscle and fur bearing down on you.

"Hey, you big puppy." The words are all tangled up with a laugh, as you try to push him away and actually get a good look at him. “Y’know, you’re very affectionate for someone who hasn’t known me all that long.” 

Wolf Chan doesn’t answer, of course he doesn’t, but he does huff and shift closer. He’s tall enough that you can look him in the eye without having to bend at all. You reach forward and press your palms to his cheeks, rubbing your thumbs along the soft fur of his face. He closes his eyes at the touch, huffing through his nose again.

He’s soft and warm, fur almost black in the moonlight. You don’t know why this has happened to the two of you, but it feels right. Like you’ve been waiting for this moment for a very long time and didn’t even realize it until now. 

Suddenly he’s moving forward and pressing his nose into your cheek, getting as close as he can. Leaning his weight into you as his muzzle moves down and into the curve of your neck. You get a face full of his fur, which has you laughing again. 

You wrap your arms around his neck. Or as much of his neck as you can, returning the favor by nuzzling into his body and sighing in contentment. 

"We should really try this cuddling thing when you're human." 

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The day before All Hallow’s Eve you have an armful of Chan, as you both lay on the big couch in your living room. You should probably be more wary of how close you two have gotten, and how quickly. But you can’t help but remember that feeling the other night, standing among the treeline and breathing in the wolf’s scent. Petrichor and pine trees. There’s just something right about it that you can’t find the words for. 

The morning after the full moon, Chan had come to your door and asked if the offer for some human cuddles was still available. You told him to take you to dinner first and then you’d decide. 

Which led you both to right now, days later, and almost stupidly inseparable. He hasn’t unwillingly shifted into a wolf since the full moon, so you’ve been able to spend the nights with a very human Chan. Getting to know him and talk to him. Touch your fingers to his skin. Learn his little habits and quirks. 

You smooth a hand over his hair, pushing it out of his eyes as he cuddles closer. He hums and moves around until he’s pressing his face into the slope of your neck. It’s warm and familiar and you squeeze him a little bit tighter. "The wolf really likes you."

"Oh. He does?"

Chan nods and hums again, happily. You can feel it vibrate through your skin and into your bones. "I do, yeah." 

“Well that’s good, because I really like you too.”

You both settle back into the quiet, listening to the ambient noises of the house. The fridge hums lowly from the kitchen. Seungmin is somewhere singing to himself again, you can hear it carry through the walls. Petting at the nape of Chan’s neck, you tip your chin and kiss the crown of his head. You could probably stay like this all day. 

He smells like petrichor and pine. Sharp and woodsy, like the forest and magic.

"Hey, if I dress up as Red Riding Hood, would you dress up as the Big Bad Wolf?" You ask, cutting through the comfortable silence. 

"How long have you been waiting to ask me that?" 

"Since I saw you getting out of your car with your arm all bandaged up." 

Chan laughs, big and loud, and he’s propping himself up so he can look down at you, eyes squinting and dimple appearing. He doesn’t say anything, just sort of shakes his head and then surges forward to kiss you soundly. 

You’re going to take that as a yes.

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Some more Huskerdust! I just wanted to write something fluffy and happy for them, huge thanks to @minky-for-short for being a wonderful beta!

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Angel Dust is no stranger to the morning after. In fact, he's pretty much a professional.

And he has to admit, he's had worse in his life when he wakes up with a bitch of a hangover, in a random hotel and next to his boyfriend, Husker.

Though when he puts together the pieces of the night before, he realises they did something very, very stupid.

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With all the things to dislike about living in actual fucking hell, the decor probably shouldn’t have been as high up on Angel Dust’s list as it was. But he’d argue there wasn’t a sin invented that deserved the punishment of opening aching eyes to a hotel room with a white and gold color scheme. 

Starting from his now burning eyes, Angel’s body parts checked in one by one, each one with its own minor disaster to report. His throat felt like sandpaper, his head throbbed like someone was playing the drums on the inside of his skull, his stomach turned over at the mere thought of moving. In short, he had a bitch of a hangover. 

“Fuck…” Angel groaned, screwing up his face and sinking below the surface of the blankets. 

His brain was a fog, making every thought a lurking, malformed danger. He was going to be late to the studio. He’d look a mess, the cameras would pick it up. He couldn’t remember any lines. Valentino would be furious, he’d smell the debauchery on his skin and know he hadn’t caused it, he’d try to drown it out with worse just to prove to Angel that he was the only person allowed to ruin him. He was in so much fucking trouble…

Something brushed his leg under the covers. Angel’s first impulse was to pull away from whatever loser his spiral of self destruction had landed him with, get dressed and get out before he even saw his face, like having it in his memory would be just another reason for Val to hurt him. 

But then that something wound its way around his leg and suddenly Angel remembered. The two years collapsed and he saw the panic rising for what it was, a bad memory. Like the two dimensional backdrop on a soundstage, as soon as he knew where to step he was past it and back in the real world. 

Angel ignored his churning stomach and rolled over, so he could see him. Really the snoring should have been his first clue, no one else Angel had ever shared a bed with snored like that, rattling and rumbling like a clapped out Chevy whose exhaust was barely hanging on. He looked as hungover as Angel felt, whiskers crushed against the pillow, smudges of lipstick in a very familiar color streaked across his face, somehow still wearing his suspenders even though he definitely wasn’t wearing trousers. His tail still looped around Angel’s leg, reaching out for him even while the rest of him slept. 

Husker. Still the loser Angel’s spiral of self destruction landed him with but also the one who’d pulled him out. 

He had a fantasy of leaning in close, smoothing down that wild bedhead and waking him with a kiss. Reality kicked in, however, before he’d gotten more than two seconds in, reminding him about his apocalyptic hangover. 

He took a screeching turn towards the bathroom instead, hoping his legs would get their shit together quick enough to get him there without falling on his face. Despite being clean for two years now, Angel hadn’t lost his touch, he made it in time to vomit what felt like the whole bottom shelf of a bar into the toilet. At least that meant his eyes were shut so he didn’t have to look at the equally tacky bathroom. 

“Fucking hell…” Angel groaned, once his organs had stopped trying to eject themselves from his body, slumping so his forehead rested on the seat.

“Okay, you remember where you are, that’s a good sign.”

Angel opened one eye, scoffing at Husk as he leaned in the doorway, somehow already holding a glass of water for him, “Funny…how the fuck are you able to stand up, I seem to remember you drinking as much as I did?”

“Vegas born and raised, baby,” Husk chuckled roughly, passing him the glass, “I promise, I feel like a corpse, I just know how to keep a poker face..”

Angel washed his mouth out, trying to follow that memory like a thread, figure out what most of last night had involved. It had been a while since he got this drunk, since he’d had a morning after not tinged with the clawing, hollowed out feeling of a come down or a heavy dose of shame. He found it was actually pretty pleasant when the hazy, disjointed memories you sifted through were full of good times with people you cared about. 

If you could ignore the whole feeling like death warmed up thing. 

“I remember drinking a lot,” he rasped, draining the rest of the glass and gaining a little ground on his hangover as he reward, “I remember dancing on tables. I remember karaoke…and not a lot else.”

Husk perched on the edge of the tub, wincing as he did, “Same here. So it sounds like we did exactly what Charlie told us to do, we enjoyed our weekend off. Right up until we woke up, anyway.”

Angel massaged his temples with a couple of hands, “Where even are we? I mean, I know we’re in a hotel but this place ain’t our Charlie’s particular brand of tacky. There’s no banners for a start.”

“We’re on Sinners Strip,” Husk answered without missing a beat, looking around like a detective surveying a crime scene, “Somewhere on the west end by the looks of it…The Fanged Flamingo, I think. You’d have to be fucking blackout drunk to wind up here.”

It was hard not to be impressed. Sinners weren’t allowed to hop from ring to ring, of course, but they brought their vices down to Hell with them, clinging to them like life rafts. The Pride ring they called home had ended up divided into neighborhoods, each an oversized shrine to whatever sin had bought their residents a ticket down below. Sinner’s Strip was the Greed ring in miniature and Las Vegas on crack so of course Husker knew every building along its length in intimate detail, enough to recognise what casino they were in through a blinding hangover. 

In fact, his territory had probably been here, back when he was an Overlord. 

Angel winced, feeling like an idiot as he realized too late that they’d woken up in Husk’s equivalent of Valentino’s studio, “Do you wanna go home? I can get my shit together real fast?”

Husk’s expression softened just at the asking, tapping his claws on the tub’s edge as he thought, “You know…I think I’m okay. Don’t get me wrong, I know there’s tables down there, I can hear them. I’d be lying if I said no part of me wants to go do something real stupid…but then the rest of me says well, if I did, I wouldn’t be here with my man, would I?”

“So instead you’re gonna do stupid things with me?” Angel tried to joke lightly, like that would hide how misty his eyes suddenly were. 

“That’s the plan,” Husk leaned in and kissed his forehead, grinning, “Sap.”

Once Angel Dust would have pulled him down, turned that soft gesture into something heated, something open mouthed and involving teeth. He would have been panicked by the adoring ache in his chest, he would have felt foolish that he couldn’t form it into words and instead turned it into the only language he knew how to speak back then, pushing himself at Husk and begging him to take his body as payment. 

But now he knew better. This wasn’t lust, it was love. And love could be something small and not mean any less. It would fit in any box, gentle gestures and few words. 

“I just love you,” Angel Dust grinned, “That’s all.”

“And I love you too,” Husk smiled, “So take as long as you want. Then we’ll go scrape the girls up, wherever they are, and hit this diner I remember a couple blocks from here. About a thirty percent chance of getting food poisoning but their breakfast sandwiches will have your hangover begging for mercy.”

“I like those odds,” Angel let himself be pulled up, just about managing not to barf again. 

For a moment, with his hands- all four- in Husk’s, standing there in the bathroom with his head spinning, Angel had a flash of a memory. He remembered spinning, lights blurring around them, Husk dipping him and kissing him in that way that drove him wild. He remembered joy bursting in his chest, that kind that was so strong it actually hurt, like his body was struggling to find room for it all. 

Whatever they’d been doing last night, it had been really fucking good. Angel had to smile, his mouth tasted faintly of vomit, his hair was a mess, his head still contained an amateur percussion band that needed a hell of a lot more practice but this morning after still cracked the top ten. 

The room might have been tacky but the bed was soft enough, especially when Angel Dust rolled to pillow his head on Husk’s chest, grinning when he felt him purr and a paw come up to stroke idly down his spine. A hand went searching for his phone, finally snagging it amongst the blankets, along with his panties from the night before, a lipstick that wasn’t even the shade he was wearing and a crumpled piece of paper he ignored. If it was a receipt, he didn’t want to know how much money he’d blown on the food he’d just hurled up.

Angel flicked the screen to life, reassured by a recent text from Charlie that looked like it was trying to say goodnight and that they were in a room on the floor below, once he read around the drunken spelling mistakes and emojis, “Come on then, detective, let’s investigate. What the fuck happened last night…”

Husk made a vague noise, already one foot back in sleep, his purrs starting to blur into snores. Angel rolled his eyes fondly, starting to thumb through the fuckton of unfamiliar photos that had appeared on his phone since yesterday. 

Things started how he remembered, how they usually did. Charlie gave them nights off pretty regularly but it was rare for her and Vaggie to join in. Angel had been wheedling and wearing Charlie down for months, insisting that it wasn’t a real bonding experience until everyone tagged along, that she worked as hard as anyone and deserved a break too. At first he’d been doing it because he’d suspected- and been proven correct- that she’d make a hilarious drunk. But eventually he had to admit it to himself, he just wanted to see her relax once in a while. He saw her literally taking the weight of other people’s souls on her shoulders, putting every sinner in hell ahead of herself. Angel knew he’d never be able to fix everything for her but a margarita and some karaoke every so often could at least take the edge off.

So for the first time, Charlie and Vaggie were there in his photos. They’d started at the Broken Halo, one of the safer nightclubs not too deep into the Debauchery District. Angel smiled as he saw their night in stages, watched him and his friends dissolve into sloppy grins and flushed cheeks. There was Cherri laughing at Charlie’s expression of post-shot disgust and panic, a photo of himself taking full advantage of the pole the bar had, nailing it even though Husk’s thumb was taking up a corner of the screen, a photo of Nifty crawling on the ceiling and somehow not spilling her drink.

As he kept going, the photos lined up with his hazy patchwork of memories, gaps getting filled as pieces of the puzzle slotted into place. Angel could remember the walks in between clubs, cold night air but a pleasant buzz to keep him warm, laughing so hard his ribs ached. And always, Husk’s claws curled around his fingers or his wings stretching out to cover him when he noticed him shivering, grinning when Angel caught him tapping his foot to the music. He could remember sinking gratefully into a blissful, loose limbed oblivion, not because it was his temporary escape but because he felt completely and wholly safe. Husk was his anchor, Husk would look after him. Husk was his way home, a home he actually wanted to go to.

One thing wasn’t adding up though, a tangle as he strung thread between these memories. With the clubs these photos seemed to be taken in- and Angel prided himself on intimate knowledge of every place in the Pride ring that would serve him a drink- they’d stuck to the fringes of the district, in spitting distance of the hotel. The garish hotel they were currently coming back to life in wasn’t even in the same district, they’d gone out of their way to come here and wince at tacky gold accent pieces. Angel just couldn’t figure out why, he didn’t see what had brought them over to the Fanged Flamingo. 

Until he flicked to the next photo. 

Angel sat bolt upright, eyes wide. His stomach would have protested if it was still there, it seemed to have dropped a few rings down. Husk did though, giving a grumpy trill as the spider demon jerked out of his embrace. 

“You gonna barf again?” he mumbled, eyes still closed, “Just stick your head over the side.”

“No,” Angel Dust groaned, though he couldn’t be a hundred percent certain on that, “Husk, we did something really, really stupid last night.”

“What else is new?” he did drag himself upright and force his eyes open, hearing something in Angel’s voice that spoke of more than just a mile long bar tab or joyriding. 

It took him a moment of wincing and groaning to be able to look at the bright phone screen suddenly pressed into his hand, though once Husk realized what he was looking at, his eyes widened, “Oh…oh shit…”

The photo was clear and properly lined up, so it must have been taken by Vaggie who’d stayed relatively sober the whole night. Angel and Husk certainly weren’t, their eyes were glazed, their smiles bright and faces creased with an unrestrained delight that only came when alcohol had dissolved the walls you were used to putting up. Angel was being carried the cat demon’s arms, in serious danger of being dropped but he clearly couldn’t give less of a shit, two of his arms wrapped loosely around Husk’s neck. And the other two holding a handful of limp flowers, probably purchased from a gas station they’d stumbled across, and a piece of paper. Fuck knew where he’d gotten the length of lace he was wearing as a veil (or the one knotted around his thigh), Cherri had probably swiped it from someone’s washing line. Husk was already dressed pretty appropriately, with his hat and bow tie, his smile so wide he looked like he belonged in Wonderland. 

Between that, the shower of ripped paper frozen in the air and the blaring neon sign that said ‘chapel’ behind them, it didn’t take someone who wasn’t hungover to work out what happened. 

Angel found it again, the piece of paper he’d tossed aside and thought nothing of. He smoothed out the folds and creases, unsurprised to find a certificate apparently from the Fanged Flamingo 24-7 Wedding Chapel, registered trademark. It didn’t look legally binding, Angel wasn’t sure legal documents used bright pink font or had a crude logo featuring two flamingos going at it. But the rubber stamp across the top said otherwise, proclaiming the two signatures across the bottom legally married. 

His heart gave a reflexive ache at the sight of his signature, making him think of the last time he’d scrawled Anthony on the dotted line, all the misery it had brought him since. This should have felt the same, a reckless decision he’d made when he wasn’t in his right mind, he should feel that familiar acrid burn of regret. 

But he didn’t. Angel looked at his name, at Husks, his own handwriting swooping and flamboyant, Husk’s scrawling and hurried, he looked at this silly, kitschy souvenir certificate and the promise it meant. And all he felt was that memory of joy, except this time he saw where it was supposed to fit and it joined him in the present. He remembered the kiss, how they’d had their first dance on the chapel steps to music that only they could hear, how Husk had swept him up into his arms just as Cherri had thrown a handful of torn up flashpaper as makeshift confetti, that moment now frozen on his phone. 

Angel Dust just felt like he’d come home. 

But a low, guttural moan from Husk poured cold water on his awed smile, “Fuck, fuck, fuck…”

Angel bit his lip, realizing the cat demon had his face in his hands and shoulders hunched. Where he’d been delighted, Husk looked absolutely devastated. 

Trying not to sound like a black hole was opening up in his chest, Angel tried an airy laugh, “Hey, baby, it’s okay…”

“No,” Husk pinched the bridge of his nose, ears lying flat, “It isn’t, shit…fucking cheap whiskey, always turns me into a goddamn fool.”

Angel swept a hand over his hair, using his years of experience in painting over his emotions and acting like he didn’t care, “Don’t get your tail in a twist, Whiskers, I’m sure we can walk it back. Pretty much everyone who gets hitched there has got to be blotto, they’ll have an impaired judgment clause or some shit. I ain’t gonna slap a ball and chain on you…I mean it’s ridiculous. The idea of me being someone’s missus, what a joke, right? I wouldn’t do that to you.”

“Wait…” Husk’s head snapped towards him, bloodshot eyes wide, “You think I don’t wanna be married to you?”

“Well…you haven’t seemed so ecstatic since you found out…” Angel said warily, pulling his knees to his chest, “It’s fine, I get it. I’m not marriage material.”

One of the good things about having a boyfriend with ears and a tail was how Husk’s emotions were impossible to hide. Angel was good at reading people, it was part of his job and part of how he’d stayed alive in Hell, people’s faces were like books to him. And Husk was a picture book with those thick cardboard pages and twenty point font, as his ears shot up and his tail dropped in dismay. 

“I am the biggest idiot in the fucking seven rings,” Husk rasped, realisation stark on his face, the expression of someone who’d just realised they were about to drive off a cliff.

Angel couldn’t help a giggle, lifting an eyebrow, “Okay…I mean, I love you anyway…”

“I love you too,” Husk took a deep breath, like he was preparing for that plunge, finding as many of Angel’s hands as he could gather up in his own, “And, fuck, if we were human, if we were back up on the surface, I’d have been down on one knee the second I realised you’d actually have an old hag like me. I’m only…I’m only mad at myself because I didn’t want it to happen like this…”

Angel felt suddenly breathless, “You mean you’d thought about this before? About marrying me?”

It was hard to see under the dark fur but Angel was sure Husk’s cheeks were burning red, squeezing his hands, “Fuck, baby, of course I have. And you deserve a hell of a lot better than a goddamn Vegas wedding where I probably didn’t even propose right or say half the shit I’d wanna say. It just…it just ain’t gentlemanly.”

Angel felt laughter bubble in his chest, swallowing it down hard. It was all just so damn cute, he forgot sometimes that while he was from an earlier time, Husk had spent longer in the past, that he was more of an old fashioned romantic than he’d ever admit. 

“You don’t get treated right by so many assholes, Angel, and I can’t do a damn thing about it, I just…I always dreamed about doing this differently for you.” 

Angel Dust swallowed hard, feeling that ache again, trying to find a place to put the love he didn’t know he’d been built for. He drew Husk gently down, until they were lying nose to nose, limbs tangled comfortably together, finding a way to fit. 

“Well then,” Angel murmured, burying his fingers in soft fur, setting them to stroke delicate feathers, “Ask me.”

Husk finally met his eyes, uncharacteristically shy, “What?”

“Ask me the way you wanted to, say all the things you wanted to say. I’ll give you my answer here and now, Husker, and you’ll know I mean it,” Angel could feel how hard the cat demon’s heart began to beat, his own picking up to match. 

Husk opened and closed his mouth, the words struggling to come at first. Angel Dust understood how he felt, the fear that came with getting something you never even thought to want because it always seemed so out of reach.

But his Husker was braver than even he knew, his voice coming soft and raspy, “Anthony. After I died, I thought I’d finally found a way to be more than the loser nobody I was when I was alive, everything that made me a shitty human suddenly gave me the power and success I thought I’d always wanted. When I lost it all and had to sell my soul, the only way to keep my sanity was to tell myself I didn’t give a fuck anymore and just drink until I believed it. When I met you…I was fucking terrified. Because I wanted you. I wanted you bad, you were bright and brave and so damn strong. I never expected you to let me in but you did and I fell so hard for you, baby. You’re the first thing in hell, fuck, the first thing ever that made me want to be better. After the shit you’ve been through, I have no clue how you trust me when I say I love you and I’ll do right by you but I’ll never break that trust. And to prove it to you…will you marry me, Anthony?”

“Shit…well how the fuck am I supposed to follow that act?” Angel Dust managed to croak out after a long pause, all of his eyes streaming tears, “Feel like my teeth are gonna melt from all that sugar…”

“Shut up,” Husk’s smile was sudden and warm and brilliant, like the sun Angel remembered from up on the surface, tears making silvery tracks on his cheeks, “Just answer me.”

Feeling like words might not be enough, Angel cupped Husk’s face and kissed him deeply, left with barely any breath to whisper, “Yes. Fuck yes. I’m so glad we did it last night cos I wouldn’t want to wait another goddamn second to be your husband.”

“God, I love you…” Husk kissed him again, pressing him close like he couldn’t bear a spare inch of space between them, purring like a chainsaw. 

“I love you too,” Angel sighed contentedly, “Can’t believe I had to die to find the man of my dreams.”

“Even though our wedding was kinda trashy?”

“Oh, sorry, did you not know we were trashy? Hi, my name is Angel Dust, nice to meet you, can I suck your dick?”

He would have been happy to let the words fall away then, to say the rest with their shared laughter, with his tongue and his hands and whatever other parts they had time for. The way Husk was stirring under the blankets, he seemed to agree but there was one thing he wanted to do first. 

Angel found his phone again, flicking through the photos again, unable to resist another look. There were more past the first one too, shots of them dancing, of Husk dipping him in a deep kiss, of Angel throwing his gas station bouquet directly at Vaggie’s head in one of his less subtle moves. Photos of them, of their family, of one of the best nights of their lives. And, as he kept scrolling, ones showing how their hotel room had gotten so wrecked. 

“Woah,” Angel Dust grinned, “You’re definitely stuck with me, baby, annulments off the table for sure. We consummated the fuck out of this marriage.”

“Damn,” Husk purred, kissing his shoulder, “Didn’t know I could still bend that way…”

“And you will again,” Angel smirked, finally opening the camera, “In a minute…”

He held out the phone, pulling Husk into frame, smiling for the camera and smiling even wider when Husk kiss his cheek as he took the photo. As soon as he dropped it into the hotel group chat, along with the message good morning from the happy couple <3 he received a buzz of delighted messages from their friends, all thankfully alive. He’d save them all alongside the photos to look at again and again, over the breakfast they’d all share once they’d dragged themselves out of bed, the next time he had to go back to work and needed to lift his mood, whenever his addictions reared their ugly head. Whenever he needed to remember the best day of his his afterlife. 

There was a lot to dislike about living in literal fucking hell, tacky hotel rooms being one of them. But there was nowhere else Angel Dust would rather be.

#hazbin hotel #huskerdust #angel dust #husk #husker #hazbin angel dust #hazbin husk #please reblog and comment!

[gravehags]

fever for the fire

Pairing: Cumulus x f!Reader

Rating: Explicit

18+ ONLY MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Tags: semi-public sex, soft dom Cumulus, finger fucking, reader staring at Cumulus' divine cleavage, Cumulus being a little bit of a stalker, pet names

Words: 1,720

Summary: This party fucking sucks. But what's waiting for you outside, certainly doesn't.

a/n: HORNY GHOULETTE HOURS ARE NOW here's the Cumulus smut I promised y'all and there's not a lot of story build up I just want to do filthy, filthy lesbian things to her. That's it that's the fic. Also era 4 ghoul outfits fucking rule.

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All at once, the party became too goddamn loud.

Someone brought an amp and Dewdrop’s guitar out and all of a sudden, they were being treated to the most horrific hell sounds from the aforementioned instrument while the offending ghoul laughed and laughed. Siblings were getting more and more animated as more and more liquor became consumed and those who hadn’t found someone to make out with were playing drinking games on the ornate mahogany table. You could feel the headache creep up your spine and start to settle at the base of your skull, so you set your punch down (what was even in this stuff?) and stepped out. After you shut the door behind you, the party became wonderfully muffled as you wandered down the cloister towards the courtyard. Finally, you had traveled enough that the chirp of crickets was the only sound filling the air, the hot day finally surrendering to a pleasantly warm summer night. You walked out a few yards onto the grass after slipping off your party shoes and luxuriated in the cool blades beneath your feet and the bliss of finally being alone.

Or so you thought.

“Hey,” the voice comes from behind you suddenly and you spin in place, cussing loudly. Reclining on a lawn chair lounge was a ghoulette with crooked smile on her lips. Her head was cocked slightly to the side, causing the riot of blonde curls that erupted from it to bounce. You could see her fangs peeking out as her smile widened.

“Fucking hell you scared the shit out of me,” you sighed, hands fidgeting in front of you as the ghoulette continued to stare. “You’re…you’re Cumulus, right?” It was an educated guess. Or rather a guess based on her beautiful curvy figure which you had observed from time to time in the library. You knew her name, but that was all.

The ghoulette makes a noise of affirmation in her throat, somewhere halfway between a giggle and a purr. It makes your stomach clench and you flex the muscles in your hands before putting them behind your back.

“Nice night,” Cumulus says in her warm voice, turning her gaze skyward. You nod and when you actually take in her figure, your throat goes dry. She’s wearing the standard ghoul uniform, but had done away with the restricting tie and had unbuttoned the black dress shirt enough to give a glorious view of her ample cleavage, framed between black suspenders. You avert your gaze a moment too late and you can see her fangs again as you flush horribly.

“Take a seat, sugar.” She pats the cushion next to her left knee and you hesitate only a moment before complying. “Party too much for you?”

You roll your shoulders and groan, very aware of how close the two of you are now.

“It’s not my scene, I got bullied into coming and then got ditched. Typical shit.”

She tuts and begins to wind one of her ringlets around a clawed finger. You try not to watch out of the corner of your eye.

“Poor thing,” she coos. “And now you’ve found me. You’re one of the librarians, right?”

You’ve never seen Cumulus before, well not without a mask that is, and you frown slightly.

“Uh yeah. How did you know that? Have we met?”

Sharp white teeth flash in the darkness and she takes her bottom lip between them while looking at you from underneath long lashes. Your cunt clenches and you’re back to balling your fists, trying desperately to smother whatever the fuck this is.

“No, we haven’t met. Not formally anyway, but I’ve seen you puttering around with the books. Pretty little thing.” Your eyes go wide and there’s that feeling again in your stomach as your eyes dart to meet hers. When she reaches out to brush the tips of her fingers against the fist at your side you nearly choke, chest heaving. Her fingers inch forward to toy with the black and red fabric of your slinky dress and you let out an exhale you know sounds so pathetically desperate but fuck she was the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen and that was with the mask. The fuck were you supposed to do now after seeing her face?

“Do you want me, little librarian?” she asks suddenly. She’s not looking at you, but instead at the material in between her fingers. “Because I’ve wanted you. I watch, you know. I’ve seen the way you smile. The way your hair falls over your shoulders. The way you’ve gone so long, so painfully ignored by others. Tell me, would you let me have you all to myself?” Her eyes shoot upwards to meet yours again and your jaw hangs open inelegantly, mouth dry and body wanting.

“Yes.” Your voice is raw and cracked, you know you sound like these are the first words you’ve ever spoken in your life. She pulls back, practically glowing, and pats her lap.

“C’mere, baby,” she says softly and you don’t even hesitate before standing up. You inch your dress up your thighs and with a few maneuvers manage to straddle her generous hips. When you settle, she slides her hands up your thighs and you gasp at how cool her touch is.

“Air ghoul,” she says simply while caressing your legs, delighting in how the goosebumps pebble under her touch. You nod dumbly, bracing yourself on the arms of the lawn chair. You’re soaking wet, so wet you wouldn’t be surprised if you were leaving an embarrassing mark on the front of Cumulus’ black jeans but she doesn’t seem to mind. In fact, she’s almost gleeful as her hands slide further up your thighs to grip at your hips and belly, her claws digging deliciously into your flesh. You bite back a moan at the sensation as your hips rock wantonly against her. All she has to do is lean forward ever so slightly and you’re lunging towards her to slam your mouth into hers. You’re over-eager but she’s patient, waiting for you to slow and match her pace as she languidly licks into your mouth. She makes sweet noises under you and you cant your hips again, sucking hungrily on her bottom lip. When she moves one of her hands from under your dress to pull at your hair you break the kiss with a loud moan. Cumulus smiles up at you beatifically as you continue to grind your sopping cunt onto her.

“P-please. Please Cumulus, I need you.”

She laughs at you, warm and bright, continuing to caress your scalp.

“You want me here? Right now, in the garden? Where anyone can see us? Filthy girl.”

A pitiful whine leaves your lips when you feel one of her claws toying with the waistband of your underwear. You’re starting to feel dizzy and drunk, long after the party punch has worn off. Her hand slides down between the two of you and you choke on your gasp when she pushes the gusset of your panties aside, letting her fingers brush at the heat of you. She inhales sharply through her nose and a small growl bubbles from her throat.

“So fucking wet, baby. I’ve wanted this for so long.”

You nod frantically and your grip on the arms of the lawn chair becomes painful when she slips one finger between your folds and runs the pad of it over your clit. You practically howl and she rubs at you slowly, methodically. Cumulus is breathing heavily now, clearly enjoying the mess you’re making on her hand as she slides her finger inside of you and you loudly keen. Her pace begins to gradually quicken as she adds another finger, curling both inside of you to hit that gorgeous spot that makes lights dance across your vision. She’s gasping and heaving as much as you are as she fucks into you, the noises of your slick the only sound in the darkened garden. When she slows, your eyes fly to hers to plead and she grins.

“Fuck yourself on my fingers, honey. I want to see you come undone.”

Your jaw hangs open and your hips begin to rock against her stilled fingers. She’s got them curled perfectly inside you and you do as she asks, head tilting back as you use her. She’s whispering filthy things to you – that’s it love, so good for me, so fucking sweet – but you barely hear them over the sound of your own moans. Your hips and thighs burn from the effort of riding her hand and you’re about to collapse when you feel that familiar pull on your spine, moving upwards towards your chest. The sounds you’re making are lewd and you’ve probably attracted attention to your quiet garden spot but you can’t stop the jolt of your hips. When you open your eyes to look into her heated stare, you stop breathing for one beat, two beats, and then cry out sharply. She finishes the job, her fingers pistoning inside you at an impossible pace as you ride your orgasm, cunt clenching on her. Cumulus doesn’t stop when your body twitches with overstimulation, not until you mewl against her chest begging for mercy. Slowly, she removes her hand from your underwear and Satan, it’s embarrassingly wet, but she revels in it. Bringing her hand up to her mouth you see her fangs flash yet again as she wantonly licks a stripe up her palm and slips her two fingers inside her mouth. The sound she makes is enough to cause your hips to jerk against her one last time and when she pulls you in to taste yourself on her mouth you don’t object. Pressing your foreheads together she lets out a contented sound before cupping your cheeks in both her hands.

“We, uh,” the words feel heavy and slow on your tongue, “we should probably take this somewhere else.”

“Think you made enough noise to wake the dead, sweetheart, but sure. I know a place.”

When you finally disengage yourself from her and stand, the ache in your thighs and knees causes you to groan. She hops up with little effort and pulls you eagerly towards the direction of the ghoul den.

Your shoes sit forgotten in the grass.

#cumulus ghoulette #nameless ghoulettes #the band ghost #the band ghost fic #ghoulette fic #cumulus x reader #cumulus x f!reader #rachel writes

[zhonglis-wifey]

Can we pretty please get some fluff Dottore content 🛐

HELL YEAH YOU CAN!! i’m always down to write dottore stuff he is my babygirl. yesterday my bestie and i were talking about how we just want dottore to be our househusband lmao

okay so i’m writing this based on the theory that dottore is zandik, the academia student who got expelled for accidentally killing one his peers. if you don’t know that theory i made a youtube video about it lol always be plugging!

so like. i’m asking you to suspend ur disbelief and pretend that dottore isn’t 100% evil for a second (yes i know i’m delusional for saying that idc i love him)

dottore seems like he has an um… obsessive personality… aka he would be completely enamored with his s/o almost to a fault but that’s okay. you probably don’t care if you love dottore lmao

so i can totally see his s/o basically consuming his thoughts, he probably brags about you to his subordinates and the other harbingers all the time. (they’re honestly sick of it at this point but if any of them tell him that he’s too obsessed with you he’ll human experiment on them lol)

his love language is physical touch there i said it!!!!! he loves cuddling with you so bad, he likes it when you sit in his lap and rest your head against his shoulder while his arms are around your waist

head in hands i love him

okay so you know how dottore wants to “improve” and “enhance” humans with his weird robo science or whatever? not you he thinks you’re perfect, you are the apex of the human condition and he will tell you every chance he gets

idk why but dottore gives me honk shoo snoring vibes. completely unrelated but i thought i should share with the class

dottore’s job as a harbinger is very demanding of his time so when you can’t be with the real one he just sends one of his clones to you!! i like the idea of them having a shared consciousness (or something similar?) so it’s really just like he never left

THAT BEING SAID

when the real dottore comes back say bye to the clone because the real one wants you to himself

play with his hair. he loves it so much (i’m projecting bc his hair is so gender)

omg the overwhelming urge to steal his big dumb coat and wear it without telling him!!!!!! at first he’d be pissed like “wtf where my clothes 🧍‍♀️” but when he sees that you have it he’s not mad anymore lol. he is more than willing to share with his s/o and also it makes him feel like you belong to him

and now for my final special attack: dottore taking off his mask in front of you for the first time

personally i hc there’s some really bad scars/burns under there that he’s very insecure about so he never really takes off his mask

it’ll probably take a while for him to feel comfy showing you what he really looks like because he’s afraid that you won’t want him anymore when you see :(

kissing his scars while he tries not to cry happy tears bc you still love him (he’s failing, he cried for sure)

dottore feels very lucky to have you!! after all of the atrocities he’s committed (pre removal of guilt from his arsenal of emotions i guess) he thought he didn’t deserve love but you’re so good to him and he cherishes you more than you’ll ever know

anyway. stan dottore i guess

#genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #genshin #dottore x reader #il dottore x reader

[nonotnolan]

Soulmate Swap

“Look, Roy... I know you’re still hurting from your break up... but there are plenty of fish out in the sea!  Or, you know, casual hook-ups, whatever is more your speed... anyway, most of them aren’t as crazy as Lacey.  I promise.”  When Roy invited me to spend the weekend at his family’s beach house, I sprang at the opportunity.  He needed time to get away from life, but he didn’t want to go alone.  Sure, I was gonna spend the weekend on sob duty... but he’s one of my closest friends.  I’d be lending him an ear either way, so at least this way I’m getting a vacation out it.

Roy smiled back.  “Admittedly, being less crazy than Lacey is not a high bar.  I dunno, Pedro... I’m just not sure I’m cut out for the bachelor lifestyle anymore.  Trying to find someone is such a pain in the ass, so whenever I do manage to hook a girl, having a one night stand just feels like such a waste, you know?  I’m looking for a relationship.  I can’t just hop on Grindr and find a hookup like you can.  I... don’t mean that to be rude,” he added quickly.  “Just... between the tats, the chest hair, and the muscles, you never have issues hooking a guy.  But me, I don’t have much in my favor except my family’s money.”

I shook my head.  Roy had self-esteem issues on a good day, but ever since Lacey broke his heart, it was getting even worse.  He was a good looking guy-- sure, he was pretty slender, and his smooth skin confirmed that he’d never worked a hard day of manual labor in his life-- but that didn’t make him any less of a man.  And if a girl couldn’t appreciate his good looks and sharp wit, well, her loss.

“Are we really going to have this argument again?” I asked.  “We’re not going anywhere until you stop selling yourself short.  You’re a hell of a guy, and your perfect girl is out there, somewhere.”

Roy pulled two vials out of his back pocket, and placed them on the table next to his beach chair.  “I had a different plan, actually.  It’s a modified true love potion.  The red one causes the drinker to swap bodies with their soul mate, and the purple one reverses it.”

I paused, examining the liquid in the vials a bit closer-- the purple one had bits of globby slime suspended in it, while the red one was thick like honey.  “And your soulmate is just supposed to be okay with having their entire life interrupted like that?”

“Okay, see, the fact that your first reaction is to complain about the logistics of the potion, rather than express any sort of skepticism?  Yeah, that’s why I invited you out here this weekend.  If they’re my true love, they can handle a little bit of weird magic.  The potion’s supposed to take ten minutes before it takes full effect.  So just... sit here next to me, find out who ends up in my body, and ask them some questions.  Get their name, write down their phone number... stuff like that.  Then, give them the purple vial once you’re done.”  He paused, flashing a wide grin before downing the red liquid.  “What could go wrong?”

Frankly, I could think of any number of things that could go wrong, but it was too late now.  I grabbed a pen and paper, and joined Roy outside on the rear deck.  I was all set to interrogate whatever woman ended up inside of his body once the potion kicked in, but the warm sun and salt breeze was far too relaxing.  Well, if she was going to be his true love, she could figure out how to wake me up.

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I woke up to someone shaking my arm.  “You dumbass!,” the voice said, playfully chiding me.  “Why didn’t you tell me you had a crush on me?  I went through all of that work to find this potion, and we could have just talked to each other instead!”

I opened my eyes and found myself looking up into a mirror.  No, wait, I was looking up at my own body.  Hang on.  I looked down at my chest, only to find that I was suddenly wearing a blue polo.  The same one Roy had been wearing today.  My arms were less hairy, and Roy’s Apple Watch was on my wrist.  But if we switched bodies with each other, then...

“Roy, you have a crush on me?  Since when did... I thought you were straight!”  I felt myself blushing with embarrassment, but I couldn’t help but feel my chest ignite with hope and passion.  “I didn’t think I had a chance with you, and I didn’t want to make our friendship awkward, so I just... I didn’t say anything.  Besides, you and Lacey were cute together, so I figured that ship had sailed.  You’re not gay, are you?”  

He leaned down next to me, grinning ear to ear.  “Pedro, I’m bisexual.  I thought you knew.  And here I was, thinking that you were out of my league.  You’re like, the pinnacle of strength and masculinity, and I’m over here--”

I leaned over and kissed him full on the lips.  It was somehow everything I had imagined it would be, even if we were in the wrong bodies.  “Don’t you dare sell yourself short,” I said, once we pulled away.  “If I wanted a muscle bro for a partner, I’d just stick my junk in a glory hole at the gym.”

Roy just smiled.  “Speaking of which, perhaps we should explore the bedroom before you drink the purple vial?”

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It’s been three weeks, and I still haven’t taken the purple vial.  Roy’s parents were thrilled to learn that their son was suddenly willing to take a finance job at his father’s firm and slowly earn his way up the ranks.  In my own body, nobody wanted to take a chance on the gym employee who earned a business degree at a community college.  In Roy’s body, suddenly the glass ceiling had been lifted.  It’s amazing what the right connections will do for a guy.

It’s a new job, so no one noticed when Roy suddenly started a more intricate manscaping routine.  Well, maybe his father would have... but we’re on opposite ends of the building so that no one can complain to HR about the nepotism.  The fact that I’m getting on-the-job training in Roy’s body means it will be near impossible for us to swap back, but I don’t hear him complaining.

Roy’s made himself at home in my body, and he’s been doing a great job of keeping up with my gym routine.  He insists on wearing my glasses instead of my contacts, but otherwise you’d never suspect anything was different.  Well, he did quit my job as a Personal Trainer at the gym to focus on “my” new OnlyFans account, but we both agreed that would be for the best.  

Honestly, I think we’re going to stay like this.  Roy knows exactly where to rub my back whenever I start getting sore muscles, and I know precisely where to nibble on his earlobes to maximize pleasure.  We’ve even started calling each other by our old names.  Looking into my eyes and calling myself Pedro was weird at first, but it’s starting to become more natural.

Do I feel a bit silly that it took a magical body swapping love potion to figure out that my best friend and I were in love with each other?  Absolutely.  But I don’t regret it in the slightest.

#male body swap #gay body swap #casual body swap #gay male story #queer romance #after the swap #bisexual body swap

[angeldrawsstuffs]

First Rehearsal

DISCLAIMER: Full credit to the amazing @kittydemon9000 for this AU and the character of Puppeteer, they’re absolutely amazing so go send him some love. 

Context: Kai’s been kidnapped by the mysterious Puppeteer, a person with the ability to, with the aid of his magical floating gloves, create magic strings and puppet anything around... including people. And now, Kai’s become the unfortunate next doll in a line of many.

Cramped.

Aching. 

Dark.

Kai is trapped.

For how long? He doesn’t know.

He hasn’t so much as seen the sun in what has to have been days, much less a clock. 

All he’s had to keep track of time is “Puppeteer”, as he calls himself. It’s a fitting name, really, considering their FSM-forsaken ability to manipulate magic strings. 

Oh? And did he mention those strings can attach to people? Because they can.

More specifically, right now, they’re attached to Kai.

He hasn’t been able to move on his own since he came to this stupid carriage because of it. Every action, every movement, every tiny gesture is either determined by or monitored by Puppeteer.

And Kai hates it.

He hates the strings.

He hates the stupid box he's trapped in.

He hates the dancer uniform he’s been forced to wear.

And he hates Puppeteer.

But, as he’s learned rather quickly: resisting any of it just gets him into trouble and restricts what should be basic ducking rights into easily taken away privileges. For example: for the crime of talking back for being referred to as a ducking “doll”, he got his mouth strung shut.

Stupid ducking strings.

Abruptly, Kai’s thoughts are interrupted by the box’s hinges soft creaking as the light from the magic lamps in his “room” spill in. But, that light was quickly taken over by the looming shadow of Puppeteer. Moving his eyes up, he sees the smiling mask looking down at him insultingly, as if he were some display at a museum.

“Are you well rested, 𝓛𝓲𝓽𝓽𝓵𝓮 𝓢𝓹𝓪𝓻𝓴𝓵𝓮𝓻?” Puppeteer asks with the tone of a concerned parent.

~~Something Kai hasn’t truly heard since he was five…~~

Suddenly, Kai feels the strings holding his lips together come undone as one of Puppeteer’s floating gloves picks up his outer strings and forces his body to stand up straight and step out of the box.

.

Being reminded of how strings feel- he’d rather go back to the box. It was just so… violating. Kai could feel the strings’ grasp on every part of his body, both inside and out. There’s absolutely no room for free movement.

He’s at Puppeteer’s mercy.

“Don’t ducking nickname me.” Kai spits back, words and tone not at all matching the happy smile that’s been plastered onto his face.

Puppeteer sighs.

“You still insist on being a 𝓷𝓪𝓾𝓰𝓱𝓽𝔂 𝓭𝓸𝓵𝓵, don’t you?”

“First of all: I’m not your ‘doll’. Second: I’ll do whatever I want until either you let me out, or I do it myself.” Kai declares as he fights the strings with every ounce of strength and training he has.

“𝓐𝓱, 𝓪𝓱, 𝓪𝓱.” Says Puppeteer while commanding his glove to suspend Kai in the air.

Ok, great. Now he can barely move at all.

“My 𝓛𝓲𝓽𝓽𝓵𝓮 𝓢𝓹𝓪𝓻𝓴𝓵𝓮𝓻, you need to 𝓵𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓷 to be a 𝓰𝓸𝓸𝓭 𝓭𝓸𝓵𝓵.” Puppeteer states as they hold Kai’s cheek in the palm of their gloved hand, the texture smooth and silky against Kai’s face.

“And what if I don’t want to learn?” he shoots back.

“Oh, you will.” Puppeteer ominously comments as they command their glove to ground Kai once more.

‘Learn to be a good doll’. Like ducking hell he will.

Puppeteer removes their hand from Kai’s face before turning around and motioning Kai to follow him. Not that they go very far, since the whole room was essentially a large, overly glorified dressing room.

Kai’s body steps onto a wooden pedestal in front of a set of five mirrors arranged in a semicircle, like the kind you’d see in the clothing store. 

…First Master he hasn’t actually seen himself in a mirror for a hot minute, has he? Practically the only things he really recognized about himself were his scars and his hair, skin, and eye colors. Not even his signature hair spikes were still intact thanks to Puppeteer having (with great effort, much to Kai’s personal vindication) slicked them down with hair gel and spray.

“𝓛𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓵𝔂, don’t you think?” Puppeteer asks, once again looking upon Kai in that… uncomfortable way. Like he wasn’t a living human being, but rather some rare and valuable toy.

It sent a cold feeling down his spine just thinking about it.

“You know what would be lovelier?” he replies, voice dripping with as much sarcasm as he could manage.

“What would that be?” Puppeteer responds, tone almost… hopeful?

“That stupid suit of your’s going up in flames.”

Without warning, he felt every one of the strings tighten all at once, and the strings in his lips returning, leaving the unfortunate Kai as still as a statue, unable to even attempt to fight back.

And he thought the strings were bad before.

“𝓓𝓸 𝓷𝓸𝓽 𝓽𝓸𝓾𝓬𝓱 𝓶𝔂 𝓼𝓾𝓲𝓽.” Puppeteer remarked seriously. 

And, as quickly as it happened, the strings loosened back up, the ones holding his mouth shut dissipating once more.

“Now…” Puppeteer started, “since this will be your first rehearsal, we will not be using pointe shoes. Instead, I will-”

Kai tunes out Puppeteer as he begins fiddling with the strings. Tugging, pulling, whatever he could to get some kind of leverage. But, much to his dismay, nothing really came of it. It just exhausted his muscles even more, leaving the aching even worse than it already was.

Great. Juuuuust great.

Kai’s attention is swiftly taken back to Puppeteer as his head is forcibly turned to look at a rack of what he assumes are ballet shoes. Not that he really knows much about ballet, his only dance knowledge comes from Cole and his father, and neither of them do ballet.

“Did I not speak clearly enough?” Puppeteer asks, Kai half expecting another tug of the strings as punishment for not paying attention. But, much to his surprise, the tug never comes.

Was… Puppeteer asking that genuinely?

“Uh- yeah. That.” Kai responds curtly.

“Oh dear, my sincerest apologies.” they reply, tone completely devoid of any hint of malice or anger.

…Holy sh!t, he- he’s actually apologizing. That’s… new. So he’s ok with kidnapping and forcing someone to essentially be a living puppet, but in the same breath apologizes for what he thought to be a miscommunication??

This guy is harder to peg than Morro, First Master…

“What I was trying to say was you may choose which pair of slippers you wish to wear. After all, I do not want my newest 𝓭𝓸𝓵𝓵 to feel uncomfortable at his first rehearsal.”

…

He-

He’s actually-

…

Kai would be laughing at the irony if he weren’t so stunned.

Puppeteer is giving him a choice because they don’t want him to feel uncomfortable.

Does he not understand what his own strings feel like?? Because Kai’s pretty sure this classifies as uncomfortable and, oh yeah, stripping him of choices.

Whatever. This is the one chance at autonomy he’s gotten in days, he might as well take it. 

“Do not worry about the size, I’ve inspected your old shoes and tailored them to you. All of them will fit like a glove.” Puppeteer states.

Kai looks over the choices, all various styles of slippers in different colors.

So this is what they were working on while he was stuck in the box.

His eyes briefly move over to the open closet, which he now sees is filled with fancy and sparkly uniforms, presumably for those “performances” Puppeteer had mentioned. Who said performances were for, Kai didn’t know. But his leading theories were that they’re either for Puppeteer’s own sick amusement, or that they’re made for some kind of cult audience.

Whatever it is, Kai hates it.

“The red ones.” Kai finally responds.

Hey, if he’s gonna have to go through this, he’s going to be wearing his own damn color.

“𝓔𝔁𝓬𝓮𝓵𝓵𝓮𝓷𝓽 choice!” Puppeteer coos as Kai’s hands reach out and grab the shoes before his body bends down to put them on. Once both shoes are secured, Puppeteer turns Kai to face the mirrors.

Yup. He certainly still hates his appearance. 

But, hey, at least he’s in black and red again.

Directing his eyes to Puppeteer, he sees him nod in approval before walking towards the door, eagerly motioning for Kai to follow once more.

He follows Puppeteer down several impossibly long corridors given the carriage’s outward appearance, but really, what about this situation was logically possible? That aside, he ends up falling further and further behind, fighting the string’s control over his body at every chance he gets. Every little bit of slack from every little step, he fights.

Unfortunately for him, Puppeteer eventually takes notice and simply has the glove holding Kai’s strings suspend him in the air to carry him the rest of the way.

Stupid floating glove.

Eventually, they’re in the auditorium, the same place Kai first encountered his now captor, and the place where the strings were first put into him. Needless to say, outside of the box, this is Kai’s least favorite place in the carriage.

Especially since it’s where the exit is.

It’s so close, he can practically feel it.

The sun, the light, the natural ducking world, fresh air, his family-

He never realized how much he’d miss all of it…

“I hope you’re not thinking of 𝓮𝓼𝓬𝓪𝓹𝓲𝓷𝓰, are you?” Puppeteer asks- well, it’s less of a question, more stating the obvious.

“Oh what? Me? Not wanting to be your FSM-damn ducking doll and actually wanting to go back home? NEVER.” he replies.

“I am going to presume that to be sarcasm.” 

“What was your first clue?”

Still suspended in the air, Kai is abruptly yanked forward right in front of Puppeteer’s face.

“Most of my 𝓭𝓸𝓵𝓵𝓼 are like you at first.” he says, voice low and vaguely threatening, “But they 𝓵𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓷𝓮𝓭, and so will you. I’m aware you have expressed a… desire not to, but so has every 𝓭𝓸𝓵𝓵 before you, and all of them became 𝓸𝓫𝓮𝓭𝓲𝓮𝓷𝓽 in time.”

“Well I won’t. My family will come for me, and when they do, you’re going to regret every ducking word you just said.”

“Hm. Many have said that too.”

“Well I’m sure none of them were a world famous ninja, so-”

“𝓡𝓮𝓰𝓪𝓻𝓭𝓵𝓮𝓼𝓼 of your previous occupation, you are a 𝓭𝓸𝓵𝓵 now, and 𝓭𝓸𝓵𝓵𝓼 are 𝓸𝓫𝓮𝓭𝓲𝓮𝓷𝓽 to their 𝓹𝓾𝓹𝓹𝓮𝓽𝓮𝓮𝓻.” Kai is lowered to the ground as Puppeteer continues, “As of current, you are very 𝓵𝓾𝓬𝓴𝔂 that I am allowing you to speak in case of discomfort during your rehearsal.”

“Oh. Wow. Thank you sooooo much.”

“Do not be that way with me.” They respond curtly before stepping offstage and sitting in one of the front seats of the audience, “Allow the strings to guide you, 𝓭𝓸 𝓷𝓸𝓽 𝓯𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓶.”

Yeah, he’ll see about that.

With a dramatic clap of Puppeteer’s hands, music from an unseen source begins to play as Kai’s strings start to move him around in a simple routine. It starts with some sort of curtsey? Then some turning, and… leaning?? Whatever it was, he could feel the blood rushing to his cheeks at this blow to his dignity.

At least it’s only for Puppeteer…

After the initial shock leaves his body, Kai begins to pull.

He yanks back at the commanding strings, causing each move to become less and less graceful. His body stumbles around the stage in a poor mimicry of a dance, in any other circumstance, fumbling up a dance would be something to be embarrassed of. But here? 

It’s just about the most free he’s felt.

From the corner of his eye, Kai sees Puppeteer making a ‘cut’ motion with his hands, and seconds later, the music stops and the strings pull him into the air once more. With his head positioned downward, he can only tell he’s being moved by the gentle breeze sliding scores his bare skin and the movement of the wooden floor.

“What did I say?” Puppeteer asks as Kai’s body sways midair while it comes to a sudden halt.

Kai found himself unable to respond.

Why?

Because he was laughing hysterically.

“Hmph. 𝓘𝓯 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓲𝓼 𝓱𝓸𝔀 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝔀𝓲𝓼𝓱 𝓲𝓽 𝓽𝓸 𝓫𝓮…”

Well that tone of voice wasn’t at all menacing.

Kai was placed centerstage once more, the strings feeling tighter this time, which squanders his laughter.

Alright, if that’s how Puppeteer wants to play it, bring it on.

The music begins again as Kai is thrown into the same dance, but this time, he’s able to leverage the different positions much better. It takes longer, but soon he’s back into the same stumbled routine he was in before, and the frustration he can feel reeking from Puppeteer is all worth it.

“I thought I told you!” Kai shouts as he ungracefully mucks up a landing from a jump, “I’m not going to be your ducking doll!”

The music cuts.

Kai is brought upstage for a talking to.

The music starts.

Again...

And again…

And again…

And again…

By the seventh time Puppeteer cuts the music and brings Kai dangling downstage, the strings practically feel like wires in his skin, tight and restrictive.

“You are making this very, 𝓿𝓮𝓻𝔂 𝓭𝓲𝓯𝓯𝓲𝓬𝓾𝓵𝓽.” Puppeteer remarks, lifting up Kai’s head to face himself.

“Well maybe you shouldn’t kidnap people!” Kai shouts back, equally as annoyed as Puppeteer.

“I am trying to 𝓯𝓲𝔁 you.” they reply calmly, almost frighteningly so.

“Really? Because if I wanted that, I’d go to therapy, which I don’t need.”

“𝓛𝓲𝓽𝓽𝓵𝓮 𝓢𝓹𝓪𝓻𝓴𝓵𝓮𝓻, please.” Puppeteer says frustratedly, “The more you do this, the more you waste time and resources!”

“Well it’s a good thing I could give less of a sh!t about either!”

Now, Kai knows his public image is “the hothead”, and he sees why. But, when it comes to on the spot planning? He’s the guy the team turns to and he knows it. And, just his luck, Puppeteer seems to think of him as a hothead.

Perfect.

Now, if he can just,,, fight the strings… in his hands… enough-

“I hope you can be made aware that, should you not comply once more, this rehearsal will need to be 𝓮𝔁𝓽𝓮𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓭.”

“I’d like to see you try.” Kai said smugly.

He’s aware of how ridiculous it must look with the forced smile on his face, but that smile has quickly become genuine as Puppeteer remains oblivious to the growing smoke emanating from his cape.

Puppeteer turns away from Kai, presumably ready to return to their seat in the audience, but they begin to cough from behind his mask, and quickly snap their head down to see the bottom of their cap going up in flames.

And Puppeteer screams.

Kai can’t help but laugh as he watches his captor feebly attempt to quell the flames, eventually summoning all their gloves, minus the one, holding Kai, to stamp out the golden fire.

Now that’s what Kai calls a show.

Puppeteer spends what feels like an eternity staring down at the end of their now scorched cape, expression entirely unreadable from behind his mask. But when they stop, Kai was feel the pure, unadulterated rage coming from him as he speed walks his way onto the stage while the strings become tighter and tighter with each passing step, to the point Kai doesn’t even sway when he’s moved back to center stage. 

“You find that 𝓪𝓶𝓾𝓼𝓲𝓷𝓰, do you now?” Puppeteer glares down as Kai is roughly placed back down onto the floor.

Against his better judgment, Kai responds.

“You were screaming like a baby, so-”

His lips are strung shut.

“𝓢𝓲𝓵𝓮𝓷𝓬𝓮! If this is how you wish to repay my 𝓴𝓲𝓷𝓭𝓷𝓮𝓼𝓼, then I 𝓼𝓾𝓹𝓹𝓸𝓼𝓮 we will have to 𝓮𝔁𝓽𝓮𝓷𝓭 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓻𝓮𝓱𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓼𝓪𝓵.” He speaks as he manually positions Kai’s limbs into the first pose of the dance, “And it 𝓼𝓮𝓮𝓶𝓼 we will need to go through this dance 𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓹 𝓫𝔂 𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓹, 𝓽𝓸𝓰𝓮𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻.”

Kai tries to protest, but all that comes out are muffled shouts.

“𝓓𝓸 𝓷𝓸𝓽 𝔀𝓸𝓻𝓻𝔂, 𝓶𝔂 𝓵𝓲𝓽𝓽𝓵𝓮 𝓹𝓸𝓹𝓹𝓮𝓽.” Puppeteer gently strokes Kai’s face, “𝓣𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝔀𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝓷𝓸𝓽 𝓱𝓾𝓻𝓽 𝓸𝓷𝓮 𝓫𝓲𝓽.”

#ninjago #kai smith #kai ninjago #ninjago kai #puppet au #snippet #ninjago oneshot #ninjago au #puppeteer

[sunspray-peak]

Ch. 61: Dreams Delaying

TUESDAY - WINTER 16

The past few days had felt like a dream.

True to his word, the evening after Elliott’s book reading Achilles had purchased two center orchestra seats for Persephonopolis and had made a reservation at the third nicest restaurant in Zuzu City (third because he didn’t want to go too overboard on Date #2). 

Alex had indeed found a tie, though by covering nearly the whole damn thing with a burgundy quarter zip, he hadn’t been quite as overdressed as Achilles—who had fully committed to their “fancy” theme—had anticipated.

Well. Alex had at least liked his suspenders. He supposed the compliment was a worthy enough consolation prize for sticking out like a sore thumb at the Grannis Theater—half the folks sitting around them were wearing sweatpants. Sweatpants! And in such a lovely auditorium, too—pastel murals of Grecian figures had adorned the ceiling, and ornate floral carvings trimmed in gold and sage green had greeted them as they took their seats of cushioning plush. 

It wasn’t the splashiest spectacle of musicals—a little dark, more than a little sad—but the music was good and the set and lighting design extraordinary. And Alex had been bright-eyed throughout, had jumped to his feet, cheering like a child the moment curtain call began, so it was clear he had enjoyed it enough, which was really all anyone could have wanted. They’d grabbed some late night ice cream before taking the bus back. Achilles had walked him home. It’d been a good night. 

And late Tuesday afternoon, during the tail end of the work day, Achilles had popped over to Zuzu again. His excuse had been to sign up for a membership with Orange Grove, after allegedly having forgotten to the previous day, but Alex had seen clear through him. 

“You’re never going to use this, you hate working out in front of other people.” 

“Maybe I’m signing up to make your numbers look good, ever thought of that, Mr. Manager?” 

Alex only laughed as Megan, who was manning the front desk today, snapped Achilles’ photo. 

“But you picked our most expensive plan,” she couldn’t help but remark as she glanced at his freshly printed, iridescent membership card before handing it to Achilles. He straightened up from where he’d been leaning against the counter and slipped it into his wallet before pointing a thumb at Alex’s turned back.  

“Oh did I? Guess that’s just how much I care about this bitch’s numbers.” 

Though perhaps he was doing too much… Then again, even before they’d been dating, they had seen each other practically every day—there was nowhere else to go in that regard, so surely what he was doing now, the “extra”of it all, was only natural. Only expected. What more else could he do? He wanted to be supportive. Really, it was just a natural part of the transition from friends to… whatever the hell they were right now. Right?

And besides, what else was Achilles doing with his life these days? Why not get out of town for a bit. Spend money. He’d nothing else better to do…  

Don’t think about that. 

It’s not like he was just aimlessly loitering, waiting around for Alex. He’d brought a book. He’d brought a notebook. He had taken care not to distract Alex—who, outside of teaching the occasional class, now spent most of his time in the back office—from his job, though there were only a few minutes left in the work day, anyway; he had timed his visit well, Alex would be heading to the pool soon. He had planned to read and keep Alex company for a couple hours while he trained.

Legs pulled tightly against his chest, Achilles found himself sitting atop one of three lounge recliners once 5:10pm hit. The white fluorescent lights above were nice and bright, and he managed to get through a good portion of his book, but even so, his eyes were repeatedly drawn away from the pages in his lap to the muscled figure in the water.

Just like back in the Summer out in the Gem Sea, it was almost meditative watching him swim—Alex was obviously no amateur; he moved with a seasoned, steady strength and confidence that Achilles could never hope to replicate, arms smoothly slicing freestyle through the water like a hot knife through butter. 

At the opposite end of the pool, he saw Alex pause, chest heaving. He gripped the wall with one hand and lifted his goggles with the other as his coach bent down to speak with him.

Achilles followed their gazes to the massive digital clock on the opposite wall. 49.93 seconds. Not bad. Not bad at all. He knew Alex was hoping to get below 49 by the end of next summer. 

But he found that his vicarious thrill was dulled by something a little more sour, a little more grey; he should’ve been excited, seeing Alex’s obvious joy in finally being able to make strides towards his goals, but instead, Achilles couldn’t help but feel… wistful.  

Selfish. 

He shoved the feeling aside and forced himself to return to his book, though he found himself reading the same sentence twice more than an occasional time. 

But afterwards, in the empty locker room, he’d forgotten his melancholy. He’d tousled Alex’s damp hair, and Alex had kissed him on the cheek, and together they had ridden the bus back to the Valley and he had once more felt like gold. 

Yes, the past few days had felt like a dream. A good dream—a great dream! Yes, he had been feeling great. Feeling absolutely amazing. Feeling better than he had all year. 

Until he didn’t.

#llnks #sdv fanfiction #stardew fanfiction #sdv alex #stardew valley alex #alex sdv #sdv oc

[vintagepresley]

Hello dear, I hope your doing well! I would like to request something. I see a lot of smut for Elvis or whatever but Personally I would love to see more dad Elvis :p Anyways forgive me if this is weird or too much for a request. So basically He has a daughter(14-15) They are going through a phase where they are finding themselves if that make since. Seeing what they like to wear, what makes them feel comfortable, and as someone who is very out there and my outfits are always crazy I love expressing myself, I love wearing suits, suspenders, tube tops etc. So basically Elvis notices this that his daughter is changing the way they dress.. suspenders, pants, basically anything a girl wouldn’t necessarily wear in the 50-70s. And one day she just goes and cuts her hair short, like boy short and Elvis finds out because she never told him and he just reacts to it but he supports her because I feel like Elvis is the same way, he doesn’t care what people think he does his own thing which is why people love him yk? Anyways I’m so so sorry if this is once again to much for a request, to specific or weird, you can gladly ignore it if you like! Idk why the hell im going through an Elvis phase but I really enjoy the way you write for him. :] Ty dear.<3

AHH, HI. Thank you so much for your request this one was definitely a bit different for me to write, but very cute. I hope I got what you were looking for! We love supportive dad Elvis!

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You had been trying a few different things when it came to the way you dressed and the way that you styled your hair, you were 15 years old and wanting to discover what suits you and makes you happy. You were always looked at a bit differently and attention was constantly on you for two reasons, one being that your father was Elvis Presley and two being that you didn’t dress the way a young lady should back in the 60’s. But you didn’t care and in a lot of ways you were like Elvis when it came to doing your own thing despite what people may think. Even he noticed the little changes as well in your clothing, but he never said anything. You were his daughter and he loved you no matter what but sometimes you couldn’t tell if he was bit disappointed that you didn’t wear dresses and instead liked wearing pants and overalls, if he was, he never mentioned it. 

One thing that you had been thinking about changing the most was your hair, but you were afraid to mention to him, but you couldn’t stand having long hair, you felt having short hair would give you more of the freedom of expressing yourself that you craved so badly. So one night you went into your bathroom and stood in the mirror staring at yourself, your hands carefully combing through your hair and just shaking your head, you started frantically searching for scissors in your bathroom and once you did you began to impulsively cut your hair, the strands falling on the counter and the floor as you continued to cut, your hair becoming shorter and shorter with each one, until finally you slammed the scissors down on the counter and hesitantly looked at yourself in the mirror at your new rebellious hair cut that slightly resembled a pixie cut, but much shorter, you smiled a bit to yourself because you felt so free. But in the back of your mind, you were suddenly scared of what your father may say when he saw it in the morning. 

That night as you laid in bed trying to catch some sleep for school it was impossible to get any kind of sleep because of how nervous you were about Elvis seeing your hair and now you felt instant regret sink in, you eventually drifted off to sleep, only getting a few hours and when your alarm went off the next morning and you awoke, you still had that nervous feeling as you showered and got dressed for the day, sporting some black dressed pants with a long sleeved stripped shirt that you tucked into your pants and paired it all with a black belt and some white dress shoes to match. You heard a knock at the door as you were getting your last looks in and it startled you. “Honey, you almost ready? Breakfast is ready downstairs. You better get a move on if you wanna eat before ya leave.” Elvis said. “Uh.. Yeah, dad! I’ll be down in a minute.” You shouted nervously and then you heard his footsteps retreat downstairs. Shit.. Maybe a hat will cover up what I did... You thought to yourself. But you didn’t like how a hat when with your outfit. So you took a few deep breaths and just decided to handle whatever happens when he sees your hair. Maybe he’ll understand.

So you grabbed your backpack and a few of your books and headed out of your bedroom, slowly making your way down the steps and into the kitchen where Elvis was sitting at the kitchen table talking to a few of the cooks, as you approached suddenly the room fell silent and everyone was staring at you, Elvis a bit in shock at your new hairstyle, the clothes was one thing and he was fine with that but he wasn’t expecting you to cut your hair and definitely not so short either. The silence was deafening now. “Uh.. wow, honey, what did you do to your hair??” he questioned. You couldn’t tell if he was angry or not. “I-I-I cut it… Last night. Do you like it?” you said quietly. “Um… Uh… Yeah, I mean I wish you would’ve asked me first before you went and cut your hair like that.” He said. 

He could see the expression your face was becoming a sad one, he cleared his throat softly with a slight smile, patting the chair next to him. He didn’t want to upset you, was he a bit surprised because he wasn’t sure how people were gonna react towards you now and he was bullied as a kid for being different and he didn’t want that for you. “Come sit, darlin’” he said sweetly. You nodded and slowly made your way over to him, sitting in the chair next to him. “Listen… I’m not upset with you, surprised is what I am.” He said. You stayed quiet as you stared at him, listening intently. “It’s a big change, y’know? I worry for you sometimes with the way you dress and now the hair, I know how cruel people can be. But I don’t want that to stop ya from being you, because I can understand wantin’ to be different and havin’ your own style. I was wearing pink in the 50’s and that was a scandal.” He chuckled softly. You laughed a bit along with him, nodding. 

“I know you worry, dad. I get looks here and there, but it’s nothing to serious. Plus, they know you’re my dad so no one’s gonna mess with me.” You laughed softly. He grinned a bit. “Goddamn, right.. Anyone messes with my lil’ girl, I’ll rip their goddamn tongue out by the roots!” he said with a hiccupping laugh. 

“But honey, I want you to know that I will always be here to support you no matter what you wanna wear or how you want to cut your hair. Which…” He looks at your hair now with a smirk. “Which.. We’ll probably have to call someone over later to fix it up a bit more for you.” You both laughed together, raising a hand up to touch your hair. “Yeah, I didn’t do a good job of cutting it.” You smiled.

You were so happy that he wasn’t upset about the change and you knew you could always count on him for support becaue of how alike the both of you were. You got up from your seat now and wrapped your arms around him, giving him a big hug, he wrapped his arms around you, returning the loving hug. “I love you, daddy.” You said softly as you hugged him tighter. “I love ya too, sweetheart.” He mumbled softly with a smile. “Now eat ya breakfast the bus will be here soon.” He said. You nodded slowly as you both let go each other and you sat back down smiling at him as the two of you began to eat your breakfast together. 

#elvis fanfic #elvis presley #elvis imagine #elvis x reader #elvis fans #graceland

[danganronpasurvivoraskblog]

Pulling the Plug.

Ok, seriously, what’s going on? Why are we going down here?

*Makoto and the others help Kuripa to gather everyone together, then the whole group, including Rantaro, Kibin and Mii-Yu, descend down under the Central Park Fountain. Toko carries Komaru on her back, as before.

Kuripa...Are you so desperate to kill that man that you won’t let the medics treat your injuries first?

Killing aside, I want to make sure this is over. And I want to show you the true gravity of the situation.

I can vouch for him. This is important.

What could be so important than you would sustain life threatening injuries just to...to...

T-To...!

Byakuya? What’s wro...

Uh...Uuuuh...!

Wha-Whaha...!?

Wha...!? Wha...

Kaede: WHAT THE HELL IS THAT!?

*As soon as everyone reaches the bottom of the stairs, all eyes fall on the same thing. What appears to be a human is suspended in the air above them by pies and wires, some of which protrude from the body itself. The figure wears a medical oxygen mask in addition to this.

Is...Is that a person!?

It looks more like a CORPSE!

!!!?? Oh my god...

THAT’S KATAGIRI!

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*Everyome gasps in horror as Makoto comes to this conclusion, looking up at the corpse in shock.

Indeed it is. The man...or what’s left of him...before you, is none other than the mastermind we’ve all been combating from the start.

You’re kidding me! You’re telling me that really is Zen!?

He’s dying...! What happened to him!?

Scanning...There is no doubt. He appears to be suffering from Glioblastoma, AKA Brain Cancer. His symptoms have reached...Stage 7.

Stage 7!? There IS no stage 7!

Not before now there wasn’t. Simply because those who get to the “last stage” don’t survive long enough for the illness to get worse.

But Katagiri here has managed to keep himself alive for a long time, preventing the illness from taking his body. Hence all the pipes and machinery. AND why he hasn’t appeared in public for a long time.

...! You KNEW!

Huh!?

Kuripa! You KNEW the WHOLE TIME that he was like this, didn’t you!? The fact that you’re speaking with so much confidence proves it!

I’m more surprised none of you noticed the signs...But it’s true. I had a distinct feeling that was case, only for Rantaro to confirm it for me.

How long have you known?

Hm...Ever since Akeru stepped foot into Katagiri’s household, and encountered poor old Seishi Yodogawa inside.

That long!?

Wh-What gave it away?

It was mainly two things. First of all, do you remember what Seishi said to Akeru as soon as she walked through the door?

He mentioned that the house owner had dementia. At the time, we didn’t know what we know now, and we thought that the AI in the house was referring to Seishi.

Right...! But now we know the house belonged to Zen, and the real Seishi was the hologram!

Since Seishi kept referring to Akeru as Zen, then that means...! The one who REALLY had dementia...!

I did think it was odd. But I never suspected things would have turned out like this! I can’t believe I didn’t pick up on that...!

There was however, another thing that didn’t sit right with me.

What’s that?

Zen Katagiri is a malicious, selfish, egotistical and snide psychopath, who puts on a friendly front to put others beneath him. What’s more, he’s a retired hitman, who has no problem both taking AND torturing human lives.

Do you honestly think that someone like THAT would create the AETHER with the intention of benefitting all of humanity!? Pull the other one!

Of course...Of course!

The AETHER! It’s real purpose this whole time was to upload Katagiri himself to the cloud...!

Thereby making him immortal and CURING his illness!

Yeah. The bastard was out for himself the whole time...! But that doesn’t matter right now. I’ve shown you the truth of the situation. That’s all I wanted to do.

Now...Ms Naegi...I believe you wanted to convince me to spare this man, right? Well...I’m listening...

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Whatever discussion you want to have, you might want to hurry up. Looking at those screens, the upload is almost complete!

???: Indeed it is.

Who-!?

*All of a sudden, light once again casts down in front of the group, and a figure emerges from it.

Please. You don’t want to do this. If you can convince Kurafto to turn a blind eye, I beg you to do so!

You beg!? Hah! Don’t start pleading for mercy using my FATHER’S FACE!

Everyone you killed and tortured...Trying to murder us and trying to turn humanity into machines...! All of that was to save your own sorry life!?

You’re PATHETIC! How could you!?

This! Isn’t! About me! When the AETHER is finished, and with our minds in the cloud, humanity can endure any natural disaster! We can be safe, free, and happy forever!

YOU DON’T GIVE A FUCK ABOUT HUMANITY!!

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R-Rantaro...!

*Rantaro’s face becomes unexpectedly LIVID, and he screams furiously at Katagiri. Angrier and more emotional than Shuichi and Kaede have ever seen before.

You are NOTHING more than a PSYCHOTIC BRAT with a GOD COMPLEX!

You’re a man who wants what you want and FUCK EVERYONE ELSE! Including your OWN BEST FRIEND!

Ngh...

*Despite knowing Rantaro cannot attack the hologram, Katagiri still recoils in fear. He turns towards Kyoko.

Ma’am, please. It’s not too late.

Don’t you see that this ERR0RM3SS4GE swine is the real antagonist! I beg you! Please, let my upload finish! Let me LIVE so I can continue my work! And I swear to you I will NEVER bother you again!

Kyoko. I get that you don’t trust me or my organization, and you have every right to be doubtful of us after my attitude. But you can’t believe a single thing this guy says. See that panel over there?

*Rantaro points to a large switch.

That panel is no doubt the life support system keeping Katagiri alive. If we deactivate it, this will all be over.

...And what if we decide to let Katagiri live?

...Well...He’d become an immortal, unstoppable AI...That’d be unfortunate, but...No matter what you decide, he can’t stop you, and I CHOOSE not to. Whatever your choices, they’re yours to make...

You know what? I’ll actually play along with this.

*Kuripa goes over to the switch.

Don’t!

Hey Boss. You heard Rantaro. All I gotta do is pull this switch, and Katagiri will die a quiet, bloodless death. And if I don’t, he’ll upload himself into the cloud and become a digital immortal.

Remember how I said that you were the only one I accept orders from? I MEANT that. So GO AHEAD.

Wh-Why are you asking ME!? Ah...

Kyoko...This is too much...! What do we do...!?

...What I think doesn’t matter here.

Kuripa is asking MAKOTO for the call. Katagiri’s fate...it’s on him now.

Kyoko!?

What do we do Makoto? Do we just...pull the plug?

We can’t do that right? It’d be an execution!

I disagree. In a way, we’re actually saving him by shutting him down.

What are you talking about!?

If a patient at a hospital is on life support with no sign of recovery, and the nurse is ordered to turn the life support off, does that make the nurse a murderer?

No! She’s just doing her job! WE’RE just doing our job!

I agree with Toko. Shutting Katagiri down may be the best act of mercy we can offer. It’s no different to what happened with Seishi.

Makoto...The upload! HURRY!

UAAGH!!!

...Fine...!

Kuripa...Deactivate him...!

Copy that Boss...

MAKOTO! After all this trouble, with you saying that you’ll talk Kurafto out of taking Katagiri’s life, now you’re ORDERING him too!?

BYAKUYA! This man is ALREADY DEAD!

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No...! Wait! PLEASE! ANYTHING BUT THAT.

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*Kuripa grabs the handle.

You can’t DO this to me! I’ve sacrificed far too much to get here! I DON’T WANT TO DIE!

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*...and with that...he pulls the switch.

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*The hologram flickers until it vanishes, and the Future Foundation watch in contempt, as Katagiri’s body takes it’s last breath, suspended in the air by the pipes and wires...

//Zen Katagiri...has died...//

#danganronpa survivor #danganronpa #danganronpa 1 #dr1 #danganronpa ultra despair girls #drae #danganronpa v3 #drv3 #oc #death #the monster in me arc #kuripa kurafto #rantaro amami #zen katagiri #makoto naegi #kyoko kirigiri #komaru naegi #toko fukawa #akeru yozora #aoi asahina #byakuya togami #shuichi saihara #kaede akamatsu #miiyu #m11-yu

[innytoes]

Another! 63, Reggie ship(s) of your choice

Why are all my friends so pretty?

Look, it was kind of Flynn's fault Reggie was in this mess, so it was only fair that she stay and babysit his loopy ass while the rest of their friends went clubbing. She should have known better than to ask the walking disaster to help her get down the shoes she'd accidentally tossed out her window and into a tree trying to scare off the horny pigeons in her window sill. She should have waited for like, Julie. Or Bobby. Or Alex. Even Luke would have probably been better, honestly.

Instead, Reggie had climbed the tree, rescued her shoes, and promptly fallen out and broken his leg. The hospital had given him some pretty strong painkillers that he'd immediately handed over to Alex, afraid of taking to many. Now, Flynn was In Charge Of The Drugs, with a very strict schedule posted on the fridge. He’d taken his pill just before she got here, so he wasn’t due another one for four hours.

"Are you sure you're okay with this?" Alex asked, tugging at the crop top Willie insisted he wear. His cheekbones had been highlighted to hell and back by Carrie. She had opted to stay in with Flynn and Reggie for the night, but had thrown herself into playing hair and makeup for the people going out, which was the best part anyway, according to her. Alex looked radiant.

"Of course," she said reassuringly. "Me and Reggie have a whole evening of watching shows about cute dogs planned, isn't that right, Reg?" Reggie blinked at his name, startled out of where he was staring at Alex, and gave a thumbs up.

"Okay," Alex said, before letting himself be distracted by Willie, who pulled him into a kiss. Man, whatever lipstick Carrie had used on Willie was good. Not a smudge out of place. The dreamy look on Reggie's face was back. Oh, interesting. She was one hundred per cent going to bring this up to Carrie later.

Speaking of, she came out of one of the bedrooms, brandishing a lip gloss at her cousin, who slapped at her to keep her away. “I’m not wearing lip gloss, Carrie,”  he snapped. “Or that mesh top.” He was wearing his usual black-shirt-red-suspenders outfit, with some nice stompy boots, and his hair artfully mussed. But Flynn had to admit, the mesh top would probably look hot.

“Who’s going to want to kiss your gross chapped lips, then?” Carrie shot back. “Reggie, tell him he’s not getting any if he doesn’t listen to me.”

Reggie blinked, looking Bobby up and down. The guy scowled, crossing his arms defensively. “You look really pretty, Bobby,” Reggie said instead, the traitor. An uncharacteristic smile broke out over Bobby’s face, and he leaned over the couch to ruffle Reggie’s hair.

“Thanks, buddy,” he said, before going to the kitchen to pre-game some shots.

“That doesn’t count, he’s stoned off his gourd,” Carrie muttered mutinously. Still, she settled down when Julie let her do her make-up. She and Luke were also dressed to the nines, and Flynn was kind of regretting volunteering for Reggie-sitting duty now, except for how it was totally her responsibility. They pressed a kiss to Reggie’s forehead and cheek, before the gang all headed out the door in a flurry of chaos.

Reggie watched them go, waving and smiling, before flopping down on the couch, his head landing in Flynn’s lap, propping his cast up on the squishy arm of the sofa. “Why are all my friends so pretty?” he whined, pressing his hands to his face.

“You mean Alex?” Flynn asked. She gave Carrie a Look, and her girlfriend settled in on the chair near the sofa, crossing her legs and looking intrigued.

“And Willie,” Reggie moaned. “And Bobby.” He paused, peeking through his fingers up at her. “You and Carrie are also pretty but I respect your opinion that boys are gross and have cooties.”

“The word is... you know what, you’re right,” Carrie said. “Boys are gross and have cooties. Especially Bobby. I’m disappointed in you, Reginald.”

“I knoooow,” Reggie whined, only dropping his hands when Flynn started petting his hair. “Alex and Willie are totally happy together, and I’m already dating Luke and Julie. It’s so selfish of me to want more.”

Flynn blinked, sharing a look with Carrie. Apparently stoned Reggie was a very, very honest Reggie, and this was more than they’d bargained for with a bit of light teasing. Shockingly, it was Carrie who stepped up, even though she hated ‘mushy feeling stuff’ most of the time.

“Do you think Julie’s selfish? She’s dating you and Luke and Flynn.”

“What? No!” Reggie said quickly, offended. He tried to glare at Carrie from his place with his head in Flynn’s lap, but mostly just managed to squint and pout. “Julie’s special, she has a big heart.”

“So do you, sunshine,” Flynn said, booping Reggie’s nose. He tried to boop hers in return, but he missed her face by a mile, dropping his hand back on his chest and pouting until she started stroking his hair again. “Julie and Luke won’t be upset if you want to date someone else.” He seemed to mull it over. Or maybe he just saw an interesting spot on the ceiling. Apparently Julie had gone grocery shopping earlier this week and had found him an hour later, exactly where she left him, stroking one of her fluffy pillows.

“Besides, Bobby’s had a crush on you since he was fifteen,” Carrie said casually, inspecting her fingernails.

Reggie shot up. “Really?”

“That explains so much,” Flynn said. Like how Reggie was the only one who could get piggyback rides from Bobby. He just dropped everyone else. And how Bobby always made sure to sneak in Reggie’s favourite snacks when they went to the movies. And how Reggie was the only one who was able to coax out a smile out of him when he was in one of his Grumpy Cat moods.

“Where’s my phone, I need to text Bobby,” Reggie said, flailing around the couch cushions until Flynn desperately pulled him back to lay down before he fell off the couch and re-broke his leg.

“No texting while stoned,” Carrie said sternly. Reggie pouted, but stopped flailing.

“Besides, maybe talk to Luke and Julie first,” Flynn suggested. He still had another two days on these meds, which would give him plenty of time to bumble through a Serious Conversation. Maybe she’d give Jules a heads up, though, just in case the high dosage of painkillers seriously addled what Reggie was trying to say. She didn’t have time for any sitcom levels of misunderstanding here. She and Carrie may live for The Drama, but only other people’s drama. Not their people’s.

“Myeah,” Reggie said, already flagging after his bout of energy. Flynn smiled, stroking his hair out of his eyes, and he settled back down, melting into her. It didn’t even take half an episode of Puppy Palace for him to fall asleep. And if she and Carrie spent the next hour gossiping and taking bets on how many people Reggie ended up dating, well, that was one of the joys of being in a polycule like theirs, wasn’t it?

#the greater polyphantoms polycule #julie and the phantoms #I wrote a thing #fanfic #flynnxcarrie #juliexlukexreggie #juliexflynn #willex #you said the reggie ship of your choice so of course I went for ALL OF THEM #reggiexeveryone is the best pairing of all #even though this is more pre-reggie/everyone #GIVE ALEX A CROPTOP

[sapphire-heart-tippy]

Edit: I am trans masc and don't use this design anymore! You can still like but please do not reblog 💙🏳️‍⚧️

Tip Tip and their stand Sapphire Heart!

Lore I came up with... (Suspend disbelief because this is a half joke/comfort/fun universe)

Dio Brando was bored af one day and decided that his mansion was severely lacking in portraits of himself. So he wanted to find somebody who would be a full time live-in artist who would draw pictures of him or whatever he wanted for a shit ton of money. That's where Tippy comes in. Tippy won the art contest because Dio thought their art was funny.

(EDIT: Changed it a little bit. Dio wanted a stand user specifically. So he asked people to redraw one of 8 pictures of him. Tippy was the only one who could see his stand and drew him alongside Dio. So he was like,"Cool we got ourselves a stand user now..." It turns out it wasn't Dio's stand, it was Cream as a substitute because Dio didn't want anyone seeing The World just yet. Also I crossed some things out. I might actually make a short one off fanfic about the Sapphire Heartverse in the future!)

One of the requirements to live in Dio's mansion is that you have to have a stand. Tippy has Sapphire Heart but doesn't like to use them unless it's just for fun. Dio told Vanilla to keep an eye on Tippy and make sure they don't get into any trouble, as well as protect them. Tippy became real annoying real fast to Vanilla and got into a bunch of shenanigans that drove him up a wall. Tippy didn't like to be watched all hours of the day by some weirdo in a leotard, so they would sometimes use invisibreak to get away from him.

One day, Tippy used invisibreak for too long and fainted in front of Vanilla. Luckily he caught them in his arms and stayed with them until they came to. Vanilla asked wtf that was all about and they explained to him that they don't know how to use that ability without passing out.

Vanilla realizes that they may have a similar type of stand... He reveals that he used to not be able to use Cream that well- Tippy laughs because his stand's name is funny. It wasn't so funny once they saw how fucking terrifying that thing was. Slowly but surely, Vanilla taught Tippy how to use their stand to their benefit better than escaping from him and stealing things.

Dio grew quite fond of Tippy as a friend and would often give them gifts and coo over how precious he finds them. Vanilla would be silently jealous of all the attention they got which would result in the two arguing and calling one another names.

Vanilla's go to insult would be to call Tippy "Termite" because of how short they are compared to him (Vanilla: 6'7, Tippy: 5'3). Tippy's insult for him would be "Lucky Charms" because of all the charms and pendants he wears. Though they fight a lot, they don't seem to mind each other's company for the most part. The two find ways to irritate the hell out of each other, sometimes on purpose, sometimes on accident.

Sometimes Hol Horse would just hang out with Tippy while they draw and would talk about anything and everything. They were actually friends way before Tippy got hired by Dio... Hmmmmm

Tippy's relationship with Dio got stronger as he began to talk to them more and more. The vampire asked about their life and how they like it there so far. The blonde admired their enthusiasm and became enchanted by them. Tippy and Dio soon had nightly chats and their company was greatly welcomed by Dio. After a while, he finally decided to take them on a date and had Vanilla cook a nice dinner with wine for them. Dio confessed his feelings in his own way and Tippy was very flattered and fell for him as well. Vanilla watched all this and, though he was happy for his Lord Dio, he wished so badly he could have been the one in his arms.

Dio overheard Tippy and Vanilla talking and would watch them interact with each other. He thought their little rivalry was quite charming and kind of shipped them tbh-

He could tell the two, though they seemed to have a surface dislike for each other, really enjoyed hanging out together. Dio devised a plan to get them to fall in love with each other, so he would do all kinds of things involving stopping time and putting Vanilla and Tippy into fun little situations to get them even closer.

One time Dio made Tippy fall off a ladder to see if Vanilla would catch them. Vanilla didn't hesitate to save them and got all flustered when Tippy thanked him. He's always had a soft side for the little termite.

Dio would frequently talk to the both of them together and tease them, suggesting that they might be in a relationship. He would call it an "office romance" and tell Vanilla to bring his "little lover" into his office so he could speak to them.

Dio's plan finally came into fruition when he found Vanilla and Tippy kissing in the hallway. Vanilla thought his lord would be enraged but, to his surprise, Dio was ecstatic and even yelled,"YOU OWE ME 20 BUCKS, N'DOUL!! Oh that's right, he can't hear me." To which N'Doul yelled back,"I'M BLIND NOT DEAF, YOU IDIOT- I MEAN MR DIO SIR."

And after the good ending happened, Tippy and Vanilla decided to travel the world together and get married 💙💜

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[baekhvuns]

the trouble with hating you.

synopsis : in which you accidentally get yourself affiliated with the resident bad boy by hitting him with a broom.

pairing : seonghwa x reader.

themes : romcom, angst & smut.

word count : 33K.

it was a trap.

you shouldn’t have gone outside at night, holding a red broom in your hand and yelling at the wannabe hooligans to get away from the townspeople.

and then proceeded to hit a few in pitch darkness, on that one day when the streetlights decided they wouldn’t work. you’re so sure you hit people with the broom that their voices echoed in your ears even hours later.

the loud, some high pitched, some deep as a bass yells while others call for you to stop. you just didn’t, proceeding to smack their backs or at least that’s what it seemed like to you before they scurried away.

and then you went to your university, eyes widened and body shook at the fact that those people you launched a broom at were the very own so called bad boys of your school.

the same boys whose existence is a stain on the university, the reason your uni has a bad reputation. solely because of these eight boys who have nothing better to do other than fighting, jumping others, starting fights, doing drugs or smoking and whatever the hell that was bad in their dictionary.

they did it all and never even hid it, what was there to hide when the entirety of the school population already knew?

some feared them because let’s face it, who would want to befriend them out of every single person in this university. some idolized them? and it made you wonder why would they idolize their bad habits?

some even went as far as to practically be their pet’s so that they would never get in trouble by the eight guys who supposedly are ruling the throne of this university.

and curse their good looks (yes you’ve seen one of them before) that it makes everyone just more mesmerized by them. forgetting what they do and developing admiration or crushes for them, you know for a fact their lockers on valentines are always full.

and here you are, beating the same very group with a broom. a broom you use to clean your kitchen, the broom you hit them with.

so when you heard the entire gossip about this event (that you were the main character too), you know you’ve royally fucked up.

and you know you’ve fucked up even more. when one of them is walking to you right now. haha, with a teacher beside him, haha.

you’re frozen, because now suddenly the screams from yesterday are echoing in your mind and they seem awfully like theirs.

one of them is walking to you right now, the tall one. the one who always wears leather jackets and a white shirt and always has his hair done nice and even. side fact, he’s the one who jumps others too.

and beside him, is your bald math’s teacher. waddling behind the man to you, and you cower behind the library desk.

eyes wide, chest beating and hands shaky. your eyes wandering everywhere but the scene in front of you, there’s only two things that can come out of this.

one, he’s told your teacher exactly what you did and now they’ll suspend you and then expel you out of the university.

two, they’ll jump you.

together.

it’s all slow motion for you, eyes slowly meeting his sharp and piercing ones. a hard glare that seems like it is boring into your soul, and it’s as if he knows it affects you, he only glares further.

seconds go by and now the two of them are at your library desk.

“y/n.”

you blink, “m-mr. rai, do you need anything from the library?”

the short bald man shakes his head and holds his books tighter, “actually i have a very important job for you and i do think it’ll benefit you.”

“oh? what is the job..” your eyes travel to the man standing behind mr. rai, kicking something on the carpet while looking ridiculously uninterested.

“well,” he coughs and looks back at the taller man, telling him to come closer. “this is park seonghwa, i’m sure you’ve seen him in your classes.”

uhuh, and you also hit him last night.

mr. rai then continues, “i’ve heard a lot about you tutoring first year students from our department! your home room teacher actually told me about you!”

“oh,” you laugh, forced and strained. “is that so?”

“yes! and i know this is a huge favour to ask you,” he pauses and looks right into your eyes as if begging you. “but would you be able to tutor seonghwa?”

“w-what?”

he nods and pleads at you to see his eyes, the desperation is higher in his eyes more than you wanting to reject this.

“seonghwa, you see, he may be the same year as you. but i think he needs a little,” he breathes, “a little guidance on his work and assignments and projects to take it seriously.”

you don’t even realize the stare you’re getting from seonghwa behind, “but, mr rai- i only tutor first year students.”

“i know, i know!” he says and you want to look away because his eyes are begging you to say yes and it’s making you want to say yes.

“but you are the only hope y/n,” mr. rai suddenly steps back to hold seonghwa’s hand violently and pleads to you. “you’re the hope for his future y/n, you’re the hope for my job being stable.”

“uh, mr. rai, you don’t nee-“

“please y/n! you’ll be getting extra credits for every hour you spend tutoring him- it’ll, it’ll make you get a good job!”

“mr. rai, i only tut-“

“just listen to him will you.”

it’s the first time you’ve heard that man- seonghwa’s voice and it makes mr. rai nod his head vigorously.

“he’s offering you a good deal, you’ll get the extra credits. it’ll be a win-win situation, take it or leave it.”

“okay, i’ll leave it.”

at that mr. rai’s eyes widen and he smacks the back of seonghwa’s head, momentarily forgetting who he just hit he holds your hands together in his.

“no, no! please don’t leave it!” you bite the insides of your cheek, “don’t listen to that twat over there and listen to me! please hear us y/n- hear the entire teaching faculty!”

he keeps on going, “and it’s just for one last semester till university’s over! you both graduate and then never look at each other again, simple!”

“please, y/n?”

you sigh, looking around the library then at seonghwa and then at mr. rai before agreeing to it finally.

“alright mr. rai,” your sigh matches the teachers, except yours is in disbelief and his is relief. “send me his schedule so i can work my week out.”

“perfect! here’s all the details and-“ he grabs seonghwa to the front, “here’s the man you’ll be tutoring.” and with that, the teacher runs off.

leaving you and seonghwa staring at one another in absolute silence, way too silent for even the library.

“uh, hi.” you say first, “i’m y/n.”

he says nothing but extends his phone forward, “clear your schedule for thursday’s, friday’s and saturday’s, type your number in so we can contact each other.”

“you want me to free my saturday’s for your tutoring sessions?” you raise an eyebrow, “do i not have any freedom in choosing any days?”

he sighs, “you shouldn’t even have a problem here, as far as i know, you don’t even have a real job.”

“this,” you point at the library. “is my job.”

“it’s barely a real job, you’re at school most of the days.” he argues, “and plus you chose to hit us, i think that’s enough choosing for you.”

ah, you were wondering when he’d bring it up but before you can open your mouth to respond. he clicks his tongue and pushes his phone forward, reluctantly feeding your number into his phone and when you give it back he snatches it from your hands.

“see you next week,” he points at your glasses before turning around. “nice windshields.”

thursday, 6:29 pm.

you’re starving, it’s late out and you just want to go home.

today’s the very first tutoring session you have with park seonghwa, not only did you finish the first year’s tutoring a little early but also made sure to clean the library.

and yet this man just doesn’t show up, your eyes flicker from the clock to your phone to the door. you repeat this cycle for about five times until you give up on him even coming in, zipping your books into your beg you stand up and tuck your chair in.

snarling at the man whose image is appearing in your brain, shaking your head, you wave to the librarian and walk out the building. connecting your earphones to your phone, you played the soft melodies to a random orchestral music you found on youtube.

glancing straight ahead you fade out the noise of the construction outside as you turn the music up, stepping down the stairs to turn right on the main street.

that’s when you think you hear something and when you turn around, there’s nothing but the construction workers chatting.

and then you hear it again, this time thinking it’s from the music. but when your headphones are yanked away from you, your wide eyes meet with, “seonghwa?”

“yeah,” he bends down to catch his breath, “i’ve been calling your name again and again, by you- you just keep walking on!”

you narrow your eyes, “why were you running after me? you tutoring time is over.”

“but you never tutored me,” he looks up, running a hand through his hair before standing straight.

“that’s because you never came to the session on time,” pausing to lift your phone by your face, “which was at four thirty, and now it’s almost seven.”

“look i’m sorry, i got caught up somewhere.”

you shrug, “if that’s…all, i’ll get going.”

“wait!” you stop before you take a step, “you’re not going to tutor me now that i’m here?”

“no?” you look over at him, “you realize the time is up, you came late and now you’re asking me to continue the lesson?”

“if you desperately want me to teach, then show up on time seonghwa.” you plug your headphones into your ears, “goodnight.”

friday, 3:55 pm.

“stop staring at me and work on what i repeated for you,” smacking your book shut you point at the sheet, “do you not get the question or..”

seonghwa narrows his eyes at you, shaking his head and letting his dark hair fall over his eyes. “do you hit everyone you meet with a broom?”

“look,” you sigh, “that wasn’t my fault.”

he widens his eyes, “not your fault? you literally hit us?!”

“sssh! stop talking and do you work or they’ll kick us out.” you nudge at his sheet and he frowns, “….it wasn’t my fault either way.”

before he gets the chance to retort back, you lift a finger up to your lips to shush him. telling him to work with your eyes, breathing out a sigh of relief when he listens to you.

it’s only minutes later that he whispers to you. “oi, y/n.”

“hm.” you answer while your eyes are glued to the hook you’re holding.

there’s a few beats of silence from him before he starts again, “oi, windshields.” he pokes your cheek and you slowly lift your head up whilst his finger is on your cheek.

“now what?” he grins and you stop for a quick second, “you can smile?”

“well yeah,” he says as if it’s the most unusual thing to him, but to you it was surprising considering they’d always have a blank look whenever walking down the halls or even in class.

you had never seen any of them smile until now a- “can you look over these, it’s the ones you told me to do.” he slides his sheets over.

“i don’t understand one thing,” you mumble as you look over his work, “why are you even here for tutoring?”

“what do you mean?”

“no, like, you’re doing good! even better and your grades are high, surprisingly.” you pause to take his reaction, “so why are you here when you don’t need it?”

cupping his cheek he looks at you to which you raise an eyebrow at, “you ask a lot of questions,”

you keep quiet until he chuckles, “my grades aren’t great in every subject, the ones i need help in- i asked the teacher.”

“you!” pointing a finger at him, “you asked the teacher? yourself?”  

he nods, “i ask for help when needed.”

“that’s a lie,” you mutter to yourself and he grins, grabbing your chair and sliding you close to him.

“so now you tell me about yourself sweetheart,” he loops an arm around your chair and you lean away, “you’re y/n, the smart one.”

“and you’re seonghwa, the bad one.”

he smiles and extends his hand out, “nice to meet you y/n, i think we’ll get along great.”

raising an eyebrow at his hand you squint your eyes, slowly shaking his hand with a suspicious nod.

“yeah…i hope not.”

“you don’t like coffee?”

“not really.”

“not even a little bit?”

“no.”

“you don’t talk a lot.” he says with a giggle.

“what do you want me to do? start moaning?”

“i don’t mind,” he shrugs and you step your pace up, only for him to catch up.

“aren’t you bored, having your nose stuck in these books you read.” he looks from over your shoulder, squinting his eyes at the big words in the novel you’re reading.

“i’m not,” flipping a page you stop when you feel his chest hit your back, “it’s more interesting than-“

“-your life, i know.” he walks ahead, turning his  body to face you as he walks backwards.

“why are you even here? it’s a sunday,” you point at your phone, “no tutoring.”

he grins, sliding away from the lamppost that almost hit him as he keeps continuing walking backwards while facing you.

“i know,” he says, “i just wanted to get to know you better.”

you roll your eyes and walk past him but he runs to match your pace again, obnoxiously stomping loudly beside you to look at him.

which you do, with a glare that has his smile widening. “what’re you trying to do, play 21 questions?”

he makes a sound of excitement beside you and it makes you cry inside, “now that you’ve mentioned it, let’s play.”

you give him a stare before pausing, he does the same but with a shit-eating grin that has you scoffing.

it’s the way his smile only seems to increase when you match his pace, holding onto your books while your eyes look straight ahead ignoring his piercing stare.

“so, i’ll start.” he says as if you were begging him to, “have you ever dated someone?”

you narrow your eyes at his question, “why are you interested?”

“hmm, so that means you haven’t.” he taps his chin, “your turn.”

“can you stop?”

“no, now- hm, your favourite book?”

he knows he’s hit the jackpot when he sees the way the edges of your lips twitch, the way your eyes meet his promptly for a few seconds and then back behind him.

“they both die at the end.”

he tilts his head, “we?” using his finger to point between you and him. “we die today? oh my god, how, whe-“

“no silly, the book.” you mumble, “they both die at the end, the answer to your question.”

he smiles, “ah, so you will play then?”

“only because i have nothing to do,” he nods although you know he’s grinning widely before putting out more questions.

“why are your grades so low,” you ask, wanting to know why exactly did he even ask for help because you know there has to be some sort of a motive.

he chuckles, dryly. “i’m not good at paying attention, i zone out.”

he then goes on to asking you questions about your likes and dislikes, his favourite things to yours, him despising reading books which he backed up with having an ‘allergy.’

“no! it’s just that my nose gets itchy!” he argued and you chuckled.

“sure and it’s totally not because you don’t want to read!”

from sharing tastes in movies to him asking to buy you a coffee, which you declined politely. to him and you walking by each other, shoulders brushing and conversations rising while your insides flipped at times.

you point at the house just a few steps away from where you and seonghwa stood, “that’s my place, thanks for walking me home.”

“no worries,” he glances over at your place and smiles, “nice and cozy hm?”

you look behind you and chuckle, “yeah, my parents really like that.” he hums and you stare at him.

blinking as your eyes find themselves searching his face, long black hair covering his eyes, supple cheeks, shiny eyes and parted plump lips. and of course, dressed in his usual leather jacket ensemble.

it makes you laugh quietly, the way the sunset glows on his face and how the wind blows his hair away gently. you stand there staring not realizing he’s waving his hand in front of your face, jolting you back into reality.

“y/n?”

“sorry, i zoned out.” he smiles and takes a step back, so do you.

“i’ll, uh,” he rubs the back of his neck, “see you in class? monday?”

“it’s a long weekend.”

he curses slowly and you bite your lips, “see you on thursday, same time?”

he nods, lips whirling into a smile that makes you swallow. “i’ll be the first one there,” he says with a proud grin and you giggle.

“well,” you take a few more steps back, lifting your hand to wave at him. “good night, seonghwa.”

“good night, bookworm.”

he watches you climb up the stairs to your doorstep, waving when he sees you glancing before stepping inside your home.

with a sigh he turns around, pulling his phone out and smiling. walking back and responding to every message his friends sent about his new friend, that he replies with great compliments.

“so why did you exactly choose violence and hit us?”

you roll your eyes, “for the last time seonghwa, i told you they volunteered me in the community meeting to go out and teach you guys a lesson!”

you cut him off before he continues, “and yes i did teach you all a lesson because now you all won’t bother the town! even the kids are afraid of you!”

he leans back with a smile and finger-gun’s a shot at you, shaking your head as you walk away from him to the other table, choosing to help the first years instead of him.

“hey y/n,” you hum, kneeling down to the younger boys level, “are you and that senior guy a thing?”

you deadpan, “absolutely not, concentrate on your work not on my life.” smacking his shoulder lightly you walk to the others, pausing only a few steps after because someone’s following you.

you sigh, spinning on your heels to look at him. “what do you want now, seonghwa?”

he grins, “you have no friends right, must suck.” he pokes you and you scowl.

“I have friends,” you turn away, “they just aren’t like yours, creating dramas and chaos.”

“eyy, my friends aren’t even that bad.” he leans on the bookshelf, watching you sort the books from the cart beside you.

you raise an eyebrow at his words, “aren’t even that bad? didn’t you sell exam papers from three years ago for revision and then got caught and blamed it on the poor guy and they expelled him!”

he lifts a hand up, “first of all, that was a rumour.” he lifts two of fingers up, “second, he wasn’t a poor guy, he was richer than all my friends combined and deserved it anyway.”

you shake your head, nudging him away to put new books in the slot. “why are you even here, go do your work.”

“you’re my work.”

“excuse me?” he winks, pouting before whistling in your ear and you push him away with wide eyes.

“don’t do that, the librarian will kill you and me!”

“don’t do that~” he sings, sticking his tongue out at you. he then follows you, skipping behind you as you look over the kids and help them with their work while knowing an obnoxious guy is joking around with the kids.

“stop distracting them,” you mumble, “they’re trying to study for their exam.”

he hums, crossing his arms over his chest as if suddenly serious. it takes him seconds to loose that cool, “your tutor’s annoying right?”

“was this a joke?” you say and he places his hand on his hips.

“yes it was.”

“i don’t like jokes,” you poke his chest and he muses.

“i don’t like you~” he mocks it back, making faces at you while you do the same.

the kids say nothing but giggling, seonghwa high-fiving the kids. watching you walk away with a frown, it only makes him bite back a laugh that he releases when he’s near you.

“what’s so funny?” you ask, eyeing him topple over the chairs as he looks at you with tears in his eyes.

“ah, y/n, you’re more fun than i expected.”

“your lessons are done,” you smack his books on the table, quietly. “you can go home now, it’s late.”

“it’s only four.” he leans on his chair with a boyish grin.

“and? that’s late, you should go home!” you step forward to grab his shoulder, turning him around and pushing him out of the library.

“you’re in a hurry to make me leave,” he says, “got a special session waiting? hm? ooooo y/n’s got a crus-“

“go away!”

“fine, fine,” he stumbles outside, gripping his bag with a smirk. “even i have important things to do, important people to pick up.”

“yeah yeah, go cater to your girlfriend.”

he laughs, “my girlfriend? actually yeah! she’s waiting i’ll go because you don’t want me here, righ-“

“right, now go!” he runs with a wink, leaving you standing by the entrance. “stupid.”

“bye windshields!”

you find yourself walking down the night street in the outfit that no one would see you in, or that’s what you desperately hope as you skip down the street to the local seven eleven.

it’s cold, and your eyes are watery, nose runny and sniffling which you wipe with the napkin you held. running down the steep road in your slides, which did make you slip but you made it to the store.

pushing open into the arms of warmth made your shoulders relax while the cashier shot you a look, bowing slightly as you made your way inside by carrying a small cart in your arms.

walking down the aisles, especially the ones near the window in the back corner and reaching for the comic books you’ve had your eyes on.

you find yourself staring out the window into pitch darkness, one side of you hoping that there’s absolutely nothing there and you’re hallucinating while the other hoping that today is the day you star in a horror movie franchise, your pick, the conjuring.

your eyes land back on the book in your hands, wiping your nose as you flipped the page not before hearing a faded yell from outside.

you unconsciously grip the book tighter, slowly closing it when you peek out the window and see flashlights in the distance. freezing momentarily you look at the cashier who is busy with his phone and then at the book you now slammed back on the shelf.

today is the day your conjuring dreams come true, you think as you jog to the cashier to check your items out. it’s the slow ticking of the clock, the noises from outside and the ridiculous pace of this teen cashier has you on the edge of your seat.

“can you please hurry up?” you say and the man shoots you a look of disappointment, that’s perfectly alright your mom gives you that look 24/7.

you look over you shoulder and out the window, where the lights are now drawn closer and it makes you tense. mumbling a quick thank you and grabbing your stuff before bolting out the store.

the wind seems to pick up its pace at two in the morning and you walk straight ahead, ignoring that one alleyway you have to cross by to walk back to your home desperately. sometimes you fasten your steps, then realize the problem and slow down.

swallowing as you inch forward, nearing the alleyway where now you can clearly hear the yelling and screaming. you stop right behind the wall of the alley, back against it as you breathe into the air.

it’s quiet except the yelling and grunts, only street lights are turned on and every house has their lights off. this is absolutely the worst time someone can get out, especially with the troublemakers this town has.

you contemplate bolting but then stop and hesitatingly peek inside the alley, where first you see nothing and then your eyes make out silhouettes and lights along with hearing explicit profanities, grunting, yelling and punching noises.

“wait, what-“ you whisper, slowly poking your head out to see who’s fighting who.

and then your eyes widen, mouth dropping and a gasp escapes you.

your first mistake.

now it’s all quiet, your eyes widening even more and your hand smacking against your lips as everyone falls quiet after your gasp.

“who’s there?”

you freeze, eyes searching the ground at a rapid pace before you begin to slide away extremely slowly. arms holding the wall as if you’re a crab, you grip onto the bag an-

“oi,” you stop dead in your tracks at the raspy and hoarse voice coming from beside you. “what’re you doing here?”

your head turns to the right robotically, a nervous smile on your face and you slowly lift your bag up. “u-uh, grocery? shopping? y-yeah!”

the frown on his face darkens and you shoot an awkward smile, looking behind him as you slowly take your cover. lifting your fists and bringing them in front of you, eyes narrowing down as the taller and bigger and balder man takes a step closer.

“why, what’re you going to do?” you question, taking a step back as he takes one closer. “i’ll call the police- oh excuse me! i’ll call the police!”

“no police will come here,” he grins, “who are you to snoop around here without permission?”

“this is a free place, i- hey!” you curl your fingers into a punch. “i can do what i want!”

it’s then when someone lands on the ground behind the man, falling onto the concrete harshly and momentarily taking the attention away from you and the man.

both of you look at who has fallen, confused yet alert as the man on the ground lifts his head up and suddenly you want to faint.

“seonghwa?”

because what is park seonghwa doing laying on a street, all bruised up and beaten at two in the morning.

he lifts his head up and makes eye contact with you before breaking into a smile, “hi,” he waves, slowly getting up and then realizing who stands before him.

he looks at you with wide eyes and you smile nervously, “yyy/nnn, what’re you doing here?” he sings, slowly walking towards where you were as the bald man circled seonghwa.

“haha,” you look at the bald man and then at seonghwa, “who even are you, haha! i don’t know him by the way.” you clarify.

seonghwa laughs mockingly, pointing at you and then the man until he’s right in front of you. this time seriously asking, “why are you here?”

and you whisper back harshly, “me? why are you here!”

“look, there’s no time for this-“

“why are you acting like a coward,” you push his shoulder from behind, “go punch him!”

“have you lost your mind?!” he looks at you over his shoulder, eyes wide and panicky.

“that’s what you do though!” you point ahead, “you jump people and then beat them up!”

“have you seen that man!?” his voice crack at the end makes you wanna laugh but you know it’s not the right place.

you place your chin on his shoulder, “then what do we do now.”

he pauses and looks at you through his peripheral, smiling a little before whispering. “we run.”

“we, what?”

“run.” he turns around and grabs your shoulder before screaming.

“windshields! fucking run!”

he grabs your wrist and yanks you to run, “m-my grocery bag!”

“fuck your grocery bag! this isn’t the time for this!” he pulls you closer, running down the dark streets as your footsteps echo as well as the yells of the older man.

“but i paid for them!”

he looks over his shoulders with a glare, “i’ll buy them later, happy? now fucking run for your life!”

the wind slaps your face as you're being pulled by seonghwa, mumbling to yourself why did you get yourself involved with his shenanigans especially during the last semester.

you squeal when he takes a sharp turn into a dark alleyway, pushing you to the wall in the darkness and he joins beside you so that you both are holding onto the wall for your life.

your harsh breathing echoes the empty street, bending down to catch a break as seonghwa peeks his head out the street. “what do we know, oh god.” you whisper, chest heaving up and down.

“which way is your house?”

you raise an eyebrow, “what?”

“left for right?” he asks once again, without sparing you a glance. “please tell me it’s left-“

“uh, right.”

he snaps his head towards you, eyes wide and you swallow. “w-why-“ but he stops you by placing his hands on your shoulder and you blink.

“why didn’t you say that earlier!”

you frown, “you never asked!”

he sighs, and then speaks again. “can you climb walls?” voice serious and low.

you nod, “good, because you’re doing it anyway.” he says, patting your shoulders as if you’re about to go fight a battle.

he points at the wall you two are hiding behind and your eyes widen, “do you even know who’s house this is?”

“don’t care, never will.” he lifts his arms to lift himself up, “okay, clear ground.”

you watch him use his legs to push himself up as the nervous feeling inside you starts to pool, swallowing you look to your left and right.

“is this safe?” your quiet voice contrasts with the loud noise he makes from the other side.

“yes y/n, it is.” he pauses, “i got you.”

you bite your lips, heart pounding against your chest. taking a deep breath you lift your arms to lift yourself up, rising over the wall where you see seonghwa with his arms spread wide.

“come,” he widens them, “i’ll catch you.”

he nods in reassurance and you lift a leg over the wall, he steps closer and you bring your other one over but stop midway when the lights of the house you’re trespassing in turn on.

“fuck!” he grabs your legs and yanks you down, caging you in a corner as your heartbeats sync in nothing but panic.

you yelp when he pushes you into the corner, him right in your space. arms on the other side of you while his eyes stare down at you, you lift your head up to meet his eyes.

“what,” you whisper, chest heaving up and down and he shakes his head. “the lights..someone’s walking in there.”

“sssh,” he whispers and you shut your mouth, forgetting how close he is to you to the point you’re able to smell his scent.

your eyes search his face, cringing at the bleeding lip. and then your eyes drop down to his hands, noticing the bloody knuckles. his breathing mingles with yours and you both try to stay the quietest you can despite the urge to yell at seonghwa.

“y/n,” you look at him, “slowly peep over my shoulder and see if the person is gone.”

you nod shakily and lift your eyes over his shoulder, carefully looking inside the house where the lights are turned on. “there’s someone walking,”

“yeah?” he whispers, “how does he look like?”

his closeness as your insides flipping, but maybe it’s because of the fact that you two could get in trouble any second now.

“oh, shit.” you mumble and he straightens, “it’s m-mr rai’s house, you idiot!”

“wait, wha-“ you clamp your hand over his mouth to shush him, eyes dead focused on the window behind. watching his silhouette walk with a cup all around the room before he finally turns the lights off and you lean back in relief.

he stays quiet for a while and then looks back, making sure the coast is clear before grabbing your wrist. “we gotta leave, before we get into more trouble.”

he guides you out of the house not before looking out the entrance, onto the street for the man who chased you two down earlier as if it was your last day on earth.

he then asks you to run for a few minutes and you do as he says, anything to get out of this trouble. halfway running you two retreat back to the spot where it all started, you running to grab your grocery bag while seonghwa looks around for any trouble.

“uh, seonghwa.” you say, staring at his back as he looks around.

“yeah?”

“are you going to stay here?”

you watch him turn around to look at you, shrugging his shoulders before stepping closer to inspect your grocery bag.

“not really but probably, it’s late and if i go back home i’d probably get in shit.”

you nod, awkwardly standing while pointing to the right. in the direction of your house, “do, do you want to come over?”

“hm?”

“no! not like that! but to,” you motion all over him, ignoring the stare he gives you. “clean your wounds perhaps? if you have no place to go, or you absolutely don’t have to- maybe go over at your friends or something or maybe even a pharma-“

“y/n.”

“yeah,” you breathe out and he chuckles.

“my friends would be dead asleep at this time, so if you allow, i’d like to get these patched up.” he lifts his fists up with a smile.

“uh yeah, follow me?”

you know this is a bad idea, having the bad boy who reeks of trouble (also who got you into it just now, technically) to invite him over to your house. he followed behind you quietly, making some small talk on the way that led you two into fits of giggles.

if your parents were home, seonghwa would never be allowed in your home, let alone your life.

you know you shouldn’t have done this, but his injuries made you feel bad and so you wanted to offer to help clean the wounds up because he did kind of save you from that bald man.

and took you onto the crazy adventure that made your adrenaline pump at a different level. it was nerve racking but exciting in a weird way.

he takes a seat on the sage green couch you dad fell in love with, looking around the homey living room with photos and frames and family cards all decorating it.

the small coffee table in front of him is decorated with a miniature vase, but that’s quickly hidden when you come to sit on the table holding a white box.

“hands,” you say and he follows, looking around your house while you gently clean his knuckles.

it’s a quiet three in the morning, just the light of the lamp illuminating the room. both of you are sitting as if holding your breath, it’s awkward yet comforting.

him hissing quietly as if the loud noise could break the cocoon you two have, his eyes follow your hands as they hold his larger palm gently.

awkward accidental glances, quiet whispering and his attempts to hide the pain he’s experiencing.

it’s only then you look up at him, blinking blankly at the closeness of his face to yours. you point at his lips and they part for a second before he nods, adjusting himself to come a little closer.

your hand hesitantly reaches for his lips, cleaning the dried blood to reveal a split lip. you know he’s watching the way you concentrate on his lips, shaking your head at his stupidness and it almost makes him laugh.

“h-how did this happen?” you whisper, it almost feels wrong to ask the question because it becomes even more quiet.

he flinches when the cotton touches his lips, “just a random guy bothering me.”

“you go around beating anyone who bothers you?”

he chuckles, “only if necessary.”

you nod and it goes silent again, swallowing repeatedly as you carefully patch his lip up.

“your parents aren’t home?” he asks, eyes flickering from your face to the photo frame that sat on the fireplace behind you.

you shake your head, “they’re in a different country.” he makes a noise of curiosity and you smile, “travelling.”

“uh, do you plan on staying here?” you stare into his eyes and he takes a second to respond.

“if that’s alright,” he nods, “i’ll sleep on the couch, this one.” he pats the one he’s sitting on and you nod slowly.

“so your parents are travelling, it must be fun.” you stand up to place the box away. “but without you?”

your chuckle echoes the quiet home, “yeah without me.” you hear his footsteps follow yours. “the blankets are upstairs, you can follow if you’re bored.”

he nods almost immediately, following right behind you as he looks all over your home with a smile. the soft smell of a pleasant candle filling his nose as you two quietly walk up the stairs.

“isn’t it boring to be home alone all the time,” he says, “you know since you don’t go with them, but why don’t you? it’d be fun.”

you smile as you turn to the hallway, “it is fun, but i told them to travel.” you glance over your shoulder with a soft smile.

“they had me early,” you open the cabinet, “so when i grew up i told them to go travel because they’re still young and i didn’t want to hold them back.”

he raises an eyebrow in surprise, “must be fun.” you nod and point at the blanket.

“do they like to contact you often?” he asks and you hum, pointing at the wall inside your room.

“those postcards are all from them,” you watch the way his eyes widen and it makes you chuckle, “you can go in if you want.”

“are you sure?” you shrug, “you’re a bit too lenient around me, got a crush or something?”

“don’t even,” you say, opening the door fully and stepping in. “if you do try something, i have a dog sleeping outside- he’s not the kindest.”

he laughs dryly, “well he is some dog, not even awake for it’s owner.”

“i have a dog too,” you hum as he walks to your desk, “he’s twelve.”

“oh? wow, he’s old.” he chuckles and shakes his head, looking over the postcards you hanged over your desk. there’s a soft smile on his face as his eyes every postcard your parents had written for you, from europe to the americas to asia.

“your parents are officially the coolest people i’ve never met.” you bite back a smile and step towards him, mirroring his stance as you two look over the board.

he picks up one of the postcards and reads it with a smile, that particular one being where your father ranted about your mother.

“do you write them back?” he flips the card, swiftly glancing at you.

“i do,” you point at a bundle of letters in the corner, “i write them letters to the addresses they give me every month, sometimes they’d call instead of asking for one.”

his fingers trace over the unopened empty letters, “that’s interesting.” he pauses, “have you written one for anyone else?”

“nope,” you walk past him and take a seat on your bed, “it’s the twenty first century seonghwa, no one wants someone to write them letters.”

he scoffs, leaning on your desk as he holds a letter in his hands. “write me one.”

“what?”

he nods with wide eyes, “write me one, and i’ll write one back.”

“that’s silly seonghwa, i can just text you.”

“yeah but, i’d like a handwritten letter from you.” he responds with a boyish grin and you raise your eyebrows. “add these cute stationery stickers on them too,”

he picks one from a stash, “this, this star one. put these as decorations!”

“are you sure?” you ask, very surprised yet intrigued.

because who would’ve thought the bad boy likes receiving letters with star stickers decorating it, it only makes you more interested in what he likes because this bad boy seems to be hiding something under this image.

“yeah!” he squeaks, “write me one and i’ll write you one back.”

you watch him fiddle with the stickers excitedly, “you seem to like stars a lot…you can keep that one if you wanna.”

he chuckles a little, poking at the sticker stash you had. “i actually hate stars,” he laughs again, “but when i was younger my mom said my eyes were like stars, but i never believed her-“

he turns to you, “also the reason why i have zoomed in baby photos of my eyes, because she wanted to show me when i got older.”

“you should believe her,” you stare into his dark eyes, “i think your eyes are like stars, big and bright.”

he smiles. “oh, really?” you nod and he takes a step forward, closing the minimum space you two had. “i can also make you see the stars if you like them a lot.”

you scoff at his smug look and push him back, he chuckles and lands on your bed like a starfish while you place the blanket on the desk.

he stretches before placing his hands behind his head, moving his eyebrows at you questioningly.

“i am curious about one thing,” he tilts his head, “what happened to those shiny star filled eyes?”

he pauses for a while, staring into your eyes with a small smile. lifting himself back he gives you the answer you weren’t expecting from someone like him.

“i guess, life?” he says, “things got tougher and harder to ignore, everything changed so maybe i did too.”

he stops for a second and then goes on, “maybe that’s where i lost the stars i once held dearly?”

“you’re weirdly philosophical, hm?” he looks down and laughs, then standing up and walking past you.

“life at one point makes everyone philosophical,” you follow him down the stairs, “some for the best, some for the worst.”

humming to his words you shove the blanket to his chest, “you should sleep, it’s late.”

he nods and walks to the couch while you lean on the doorframe watching him, remembering his words from the conversation prior. it made you realize maybe he isn’t as bad as his reputation is, a boy who’s philosophical and wounded.

not for you to fix you think, he can fix himself. but you do hope you’d get to see those eyes he talks about at least once. or before you graduate for the better to never seeing each other again.

you never thought you’d hate teaching seonghwa so much, you knew you shouldn’t have agreed to mr rai’s begging but what could you do? say no? probably but you’d never get those credits.

“so what’s your major?”

when you say you really hated the way he questioned you and did everything except studying, it really pissed you off.

like how one session where he had brought his entire dinner set at the library, eating while joking around with the first years and making you lose your mind.

“oh my god seonghwa, you have an early midterm in a week and you’re here eating noodles in the library?!”

“chillax y/n, don’t be such a wimp.” he’d say, then nudge the dessert he eats to you. “it’s really good, hundred percent recommend!”

“you know what, you keep eating.” you grab your stuff, “don’t study and fool around and then get me in the bad books of the teachers, thank you and good night.”

this goodbye didn’t last very long because the very next day, he kept following you around the school. begging you to teach him as he promises to concentrate and not bring food to the library.

“no.”

“please y/n, you know my grades~” he’d run in circles around you, “if i don’t pass i’d fail university!”

“not my fault,” and you’d walk right past.

but then the next day you see him at the library first thing in the morning, eyes on the books while sometimes stealing glances at you. when your eyes did meet, he raised his hand tall and waved while you hid away in embarrassment.

and when you came back to the library at his tutoring hours, you see him plopped on the same seat. books wide open, a pack of granola bars beside him while he holds a pencil writing something.

“so you finally decided to study, huh?”

“my friends told me to,” you hum, “because they want me to graduate with them.”

“good,” you smile, “maybe your friends are nice.”

it took him ten minutes to break his cool and he finds himself ranting to you while you read a book, humming occasionally and halting when he doesn’t work.

“so basically dolphins are like the dogs of the sea?”

“dude,” you place your book down, face in absolute disbelief. “we aren’t doing marine biology! you’re doing maths!”

“fuck maths,” he bites his granola bar, lifting his hand to give you a another life lesson on something ridiculously random. “you know, fun fact, missionary se-“

“seonghwa.”

“yes, bookworm.”

“do you not want to pass?”

he shakes his head, “wait! no, i want to!”

“then,” you glare, “study.”

he frowns, biting his granola bar slowly as you retreat to the chair you were reading. you hear him sigh before he grabs your chair and slides it closer to him, “w-what’re you doing?”

“you’re my tutor, not an audible reader.” he says, “you’re here to help me, not read the entire time.”

“…right, sorry.” you shove the book in your bag, “what do you need help with?”

that’s how you and seonghwa ended up staring at the library for hours, till you two were kicked out. then he offered to get you a drink from the cafe down the street, which this time you didn’t decline.

“i’ll pay you back.” you’d mumble lowly, sipping on the drink.

“hm,” and he’d walk past you, “next time.”

to him religiously asking you questions about his work, staying at cafes or libraries longer than the required time. which you did spend helping him, but it was also him and you joking around and laughing quietly when the librarian would walk past.

sometimes he’d leave really early, using excuses like. “picking my dog from his daycare!” or “picking my girlfriend from school!”

and he’d come in running after an hour, panting and bending on his knees. “our lessons are still running right?”

“yeah,” you’d hide a smile, “still running.”

you noticed how nervous seonghwa became as the exam day got closer, fidgeting whenever he thinks or talks about it.

“what if i don’t pass?”

“you will, i know you will.” you’d tap his hands, nudging him to work while he sits with a temporary pout.

“what if i fail?”

“we’ll study more the next time!” he’d groan and hide his face in his arms, your chuckles lingering around his ears as you’d try to encourage him.

“hey,” you’d poke his elbow, “it’ll be okay, you’ll do good, i’m teaching you-“

his head would snap up so fast. “that’s exactly what i’m afraid of,” and then shake it in disbelief.

“then fail.” you stick a tongue out.

fast forward to today where you’re sitting peacefully, no seonghwa, no worries, nothing at all.

a cup of tea from the office in your hand, a book you’ve in front of you and the view of the mountains from the library window. what a sight you think, no questions from seonghwa, not his presence.

just serene.

you missed feeling that away ever since the past few weeks, after all, after today you won’t have to tutor seonghwa.

his exam was what you prepared him for, which was today. and from now on you have to never see him again, you sigh again at that.

“what a day it’ll be.” grinning as you sip on the tea, sighing at the incredible taste of it as you lean back.

lifting the book up while your other hand holds the cup, taking sips from time to time as you flip through the book. sometimes glancing all around to keep an eye out for a student or what not.

as you’re about to bring the cup to your lips it’s harshly yanked away from your hands, you gasp at the suddenness, loud enough for the librarian to glare at you.

“wh-“

“hi, windshields.”

he winks, sipping the tea from your cup. “oh this tastes like berries? wasn’t this tea?”

“did you jus-“

he shrugs, “it’s good nevertheless, i like this new flavour.” and takes a seat by you, staring into your wide eyes.

“where’d you get it from?” he asks, nudging your shoulder as he looks at the cup.

“the pantry in the back,” you point and he follows, and then you point at the cup. “that was mine.”

“i know,” he grins, leaning back on the chair and sighing. “the taste is different when it’s someone else’s.”

you scowl and look away, “how was the test?” you hear him go quiet and feel his stare on you instead.

“what?” you look at him, he sits straight and leans forward.

“is this the first thing you’re going to ask me?” he leans forward, “no hi or hello, no kiss or anything?”

with your pointer finger you poke his forehead and push him back, “hi, hello, how was your test?”

he shakes his head, “you missed the third one but that’s okay, the test was good i’d def pass.”

“good, because if you pass,” you turn around, “then i don’t have to tutor you anymore- just like mr rai said!”

his face drops immediately, “i know for a fact i will fail!”

“you just said you’d p-“

“fail!” he nods, “i will fail, you’re still going to teach me.”

“you’re going to pass! you’re already good at the work, you don’t need me to teach you anymore.” he scowls, sliding his chair closer to yours as you hold a book up high.

you feel his face hover over your shoulder, eyes staring at the book you held up that covered your face and a part of his. you like to think that he was staring at the page instead of you, you hope that was true at some point.

“yyy/nnn,” you hear him mumble right beside you, so close that you feel his breath hit the back of your neck. “teach me till the year ends~”

“no seonghwa, you’re already doing good.” you flip a page and he follows, “like i said, i only teach first years, you were an exception.”

“yeah but we’re friends now, you won’t listen to your best friend?” he whines and you push him away and shake your head.

“you were never my fr-“

before you get the chance to complete your sentence, you're pushed face first into the book you're holding out of nowhere.

your lips quiver as frustration washes over your, “park. seonghwa.” you pull back, only for him to shove his face in your book.

“what the hell are you doing?!”

“y/n, shut up and look down!” he mumbles, almost whispers and you frown. “oh my god y/n, don’t look up i will kill you!”

and you did, you looked up. peeking from the top of your book, just enough so that your eyes are visible.

“what’re you hiding from?” your eyes go left and right, and then they hit straight. jackpot. “oh, look, it's your friends!”

“exactly! hide your face!” he grabs the back of your head and brings your head down.

both of you facing each other while the book hides your faces completely, “what the hell are you doing, they’re your friends let me call th-“

“y/n.” he glares and you stop, forgetting that there’s no space between you two. “if you speak one more time, i will- i will call mr rai on you!”

you shrug, “go for it,” and rise from your seat, lifting a hand to wave at his friends but you don’t get the chance to do so.

it’s like slow motion, he grabs the back of your collar, your eyes fly wide open, he throws your book in the air and yanks you to the bookshelf to the right.  

pushing you to the shelf behind at an alarming speed as he puts his hand over your mouth, breathing heavily he barely spares your wide eyes a glance as he subtly looks to the left where the tables were.

you blink repeatedly, staring at his side profile knowing its a damn wrong time to stare all over and yet you do it.

it’s the way his eyebrows touch for a quick frown, his teeth digging in his lower lip as his eyes, his eyes that do shine.

as quick as you fall in a space of strictly admiring his face, it’s only quicker that you’re jolted right out of it when you hear someone talking on the other side.

your hand reaches to slap seonghwa’s arm and he winces, pulling his arm back as he dramatically steps back clutching it.

“why,” you open your mouth, “what the hell seonghwa?”

“excuse me?”

both your heads robotically pause, eyes staring into each other’s as you gulp in sync. slowly turning your heads to the right while cringing over the outcome before it has already happened.

“l-librarian!”

“we can explain!”

you two watch the way her hands come to her hips, face morphing into anger as the two of you snap your heads to each other. and almost on instinct, both of you reach your hands out and run out the shelves.

screaming in the quiet library as the older librarian yells at you two, everyone seems to be staring at you two hurriedly grabbing your stuff before running out the library, out the university and onto the streets.

you two don’t stop until you’ve crossed the intersection from your university and when you do, both of you fall on your knees. you lean on the wall while seonghwa falls flat on the road.

breathing heavily as both of you get and catch a break, ignoring the looks of the onlookers. seonghwa lifts his head up, mouth ajar slightly.

“why,” you breathe out loud, “why are you doing this?”

he grins, trying to sit up in a sitting position. “what do you mean, why?”

“you know exactly what i’m talking about,” you point a finger at him, “the hiding from your friends, asking my to teach you further while you throw flirty comments at me as if-“

“as if?” he cuts you off.

you pause to stare at him, “as if you’re an idiot! what’s going on seonghwa!”

he chuckles a bit, “are you that dense?”

“what?”

he rolls his eyes, “okay, ask me the question again.”

“seonghwa.”

“just do it!”

you sigh, “why are you doing this?”

“because what if i said that i liked you?” he leans forward.

“you what?”

“y/n, i like you, isn’t that noticeable? i’m sure everyone can tell.” he opens his arms and wails them around.

you lips part a little, “are you for real right now,” he nods, “you cannot be serious.”

you grab a hold of your bag and stand up, turning away to walk past him but come to an abrupt stop when he runs to be in front of you.

“i’m dead serious,” he says, “i like you y/n.”

you shake your head as if what you’re hearing is absolutely absurd, “i-i’ve only taught you for a little over a month, how do you like someone so quick?”

he runs the back of his neck, nervously looking around a side trying to make you understand a point. “well…i’ve, you know, i’ve uh- what the hell is this!”

“fuck it,” he grabs your shoulders, “i’ve had my eyes on you for a very long time now, so i’m going to ask you one thing.”

“you’re ridiculous.”

he chuckles, “if i pass my exam, go out on a date with me.”

“you have a girlfriend!”

he sticks his tongue out, “what if she isn’t real?”

“wait- what!”

he nods, “just one date with me, after passing the exam you taught me for.”

you stare at him blankly and he continues on, “just one date with the most handsomest boy on the entire campus? isn’t that appealing?”

you smile, more forced and grab his hands to throw them off your shoulder. “no.”

his shoulders slump, “come on y/n! it’ll so much fun!”

“you’re, do you even go out on actual dates? like aren’t you the-“

“fuck and dip type?”

you snap your fingers, “exactly!”

he snarls, “i’m not trying to do that with you- not until we are serious! or if you want to right now, meet me in the back alle-“

“i haven’t even agreed on a date and you’re already talking about being serious?!”

he smacks his forehead, “no! i mean- if we get serious i don’t mind!”

“seonghwa,” you take a step closer, “you have a reputation of being a bad person-“

“i promise i’m not.” he pinches his neck, and you raise an eyebrow.

“you’re just a person i tutor.”

“we can be more if you allow me to take you on a date, that is..” he raises his eyebrows, staring at you in hopes of saying yes.

“what time?”

he jumps, “five thirty.”

“day?”

“thursday, right after the exam results are up.”

“where?”

“a cafe! uh- no!” he pauses with wide eyes, “i’ll pick you up and take you to a good place, trust me!”

you narrow your eyes, “fine, that’s only if you pass.”

his smile widens, “you bet i will.”

he did, he passed.

ninety two out of hundred.

“how the fuck did he go from sixty to a ninety?” you keep repeating it to yourself, finding it unbelievable that he has such a growth in a matter of a month.

not forgetting how just hours prior he barged into the library after school and picked you up from behind and twirled you around, singing that he “passed! i passed!”

to which is why you’re sitting on a chair outside at an outdoor restaurant, alone.

okay it’s not like you came here alone, seonghwa did pick you up. dressed in his basic leather jacket and black pants, driving his black gwagon that he growled the engine loudly too.

it was a little hot, you agree.

and drove you two a nice restaurant he apparently found online, had a reservation in the outside courtyard area and then it had barely been twenty minutes that his phone rang.

“my dog escaped school.”

“what?”

that’s the last thing he said before hurrying out of the seat, “wait for me, i promise i’ll be right back!”

and so you sat for half an hour, staring into absolutely nothing or sometimes at your phone to see if he had messaged you.

“god,” you scoff, “is this his way to cancel the date and leave me hanging?”

with a shake of your head you stand up and leave the restaurant, texting seonghwa that you’re leaving.

choosing to walk down the already crowded street with a frown, kicking a pebble on the way to a random bench you found in a nearby park.

“i should’ve never agreed,” you cross your arms, “why did i even listen to him, i could’ve spent it ho-“

“y/n! oi, windshields!”

you roll your eyes, “now i’m hearing him when he’s not even here.”

“oho, bookworm!”

you look away until you hear him again, this time closer. your eyes look around and then drop to your phone, staring at it as if seonghwa had messaged.

“geez, are you really not hearing me or pretending not to?”

you lift your head, eyes meeting seonghwa with a squint that contrasts his smile.

“you remembered the date?”

“ah,” he looks away, “sorr-“

“yo dude, why’d you leave me out there alone!” both of you turn to look behind seonghwa.

you let out a choked gasp as you stare behind seonghwa, “you have a kid?!”

he whips his head at you, barely even opening his mouth as he trips forward. falling right onto you, but he‘s quick to not let that happen. stopping himself by placing his hands on either side of you, halting just before his forehead could hit you really hard.

“my brother, younger brother.” he states, both your eyes wide blown and you look to the left to see a little boy standing holding his school bag.

“is she the dumb one?”

you scowl, raising an eyebrow at the boy and then at seonghwa who smiled tightly. “sorry.”

“excuse me?” you push seonghwa back and he tumbles on his feet to finally stand straight.

you watch the boy’s eyes widen, hand lifting to point at seonghwa. “he told me to say that!”

seonghwa gasps, “you liar!”

you stare at both of them, moving your head to whoever talks first. like a badminton match, the birdie being hit back and forth while you watch it

it’s then when seonghwa hits the back of his brother's head, “say hi.”

“hi,” he waves and seonghwa nudges him a little.

“properly.”

“hi, i’m hamin park.” he bows, “it’s very nice to meet you!”

“hi,” you wave, “hamin, i’m y/n.”

“i know!” he walks to you, “he talks about you a lot!”

you look at seonghwa and he shakes his head, “he’s lying, i’ve never talked about you to anyone.”

“forget him,” hamin says, “we got you ice cream, mango is mine.”

“thank you,” you say and he grins cheekily, handing you an unopened popsicle. seonghwa chooses to quietly sit beside hamin, while you keep sitting on the left of him.

in sync all three of you open your popsicles and stick it in your mouth, looking off into the horizon. pinkish orange sunset on the otherwise satin blue sky, a very opaque silhouette of the moon in the corner.

it it were a movie, this scene would’ve been the end. but for you it was just the beginning.

park seonghwa is a different level of unique.

his family too.

you vividly remember the week right after the ‘first date’ you two had with his brother third wheeling and talking about dinosaurs when he’s just twelve.

seonghwa asked you very nervously if you wanted to have the tutoring session at his place, his fingers fiddling with his jacket looking like a kindergartener asking for candy.

hair swooped in front of his eyes and for once he didn’t wear his leather jacket, but a hoodie that smelled way too good for you.

“do you want to have tomorrow’s tutoring at my place?” pausing to see your reaction, “you know ‘cause libraries closed and stuff-“

“okay.”

and when the two of you met up after school, coincidentally in front of his friends who lifted their eyebrows in amusement when you smiled a little knowing full well they remember the beating you gave them in the dark.

seonghwa first asked to pick hamin from his school, to which you agreed and drove their to pick him up. who very excitedly skipped towards you and waved with a big smile, then holding your hand and pulling you to their car while seonghwa watched with a smirk.

seonghwa’s house was bigger, not a mansion but a regular sized home with a little bit of extra front yard and backyard. the three of you walked past the metal gates to see the place up close, a house tucked away in a quiet neighbourhood.

painted a nice cream and brown colour, the front gate was painted grey and an autumnal wreath hung over it. which seonghwa said was his mom’s obsession with decorating the house.

and then stepping inside hesitantly, hamin yelled “bye!” before zooming to his room leaving you and seonghwa standing at the entrance.

shoes placed to the side, the both of you are about to step up that you’re interrupted.

an elder lady, who you presumed was seonghwa’s mother. walking down the hallway in a maroon dress, her shorter hair moving with every step she took towards you with a smile that’s exactly like seonghwa’s.

you watched how she looked at seonghwa first and then at you, eyeing you up and down with an amused grin and then nodding at seonghwa while wiggling her eyebrows.

“uh,” he cleared his throat from beside you, “that’s my mom.”

you nod and bow, “hello mrs park, i’m y/n, seonghwa’s tutor.”

“tutor?”

it’s the first time you’ve heard her talk and it sounds so warm, contrasting with your mother’s sarcastic tone.

“yeah!” he’d be quick to jump in, “i was in need of some help and asked.”

you smile, gripping your bag in front of you while seonghwa tries to explain his best.

“oh! so you’re the one he’s always talking about!” she suddenly clasps her hands in front of her.

“what-“

“aww, you’re stunning!”

“haha,” you look at seonghwa, “thank you?”

he shakes his head at you, telling you he’s never ever talked about you to anyone and that his mom’s just trying to throw him under the bus.  

she makes a noise of “tsk tsk,” and smirks, sheepishly taking her shoes and you two follow her by turning your bodies to her.

she fixes her hair a little and motions for you to step inside, but his mother has other plans because her next words make you stumble on your feet.

“use condoms!”

“ma!”

she giggles, “or not, gimme grand babies.” followed by a wink towards you.

you think at that point seonghwa was on the verge of crying at how his mother teased him and it made you hide a smile.

“it was nice to meet you!” you knew you heard seonghwa pray to god when his mother left the house.

only to give you two more heart attacks, “i can’t wait for the ultrasound photos!”

“haha.” you looked at the floor, suddenly finding the hardwood very pretty while avoiding his awkward stare.

“sorry my mom’s lost her mind.”

you laughed, “i don’t mind, she’s fun.”

and he groaned. “a pain in the ass truly.” and then he motioned for you to follow him inside and that’s when you know his entire family is ready to throw seonghwa to a cage of wolves any day.

his dad walked right in the minute you two walked by the living area, both of you automatically paused and seonghwa did his little introduction and you noticed that his fathers not only bald, but also shorter than seonghwa.

very different from his son’s staggering height.

his father walked past you two and paused near seonghwa, only to pat his back and then gestured at you two.

“oi, don’t go at it like rabbits okay?” your eyes widened and so did seonghwa’s. “leave the door open.”

“dad!”

“i don’t wanna,” his father completely ignores him and stretches, “go to home depot to buy another bed for you.”

seonghwa definitely wants to die on the spot.

“dad,” he’d groaned, sounding like a whining child.

“what?” his father said, “you broke the bed last time! do you know how expensive they are? i didn’t even have a coupo-“

seonghwa wasting no time, grabbed your wrist and dipped to the stairs, “bye, dad!”

“bye, son! and young lady!”

“bye, sir!”

when he finally took you to his room, it didn’t surprise you the least. it was exactly like how you pictured it, yes you did a few times randomly.

his bed right in the middle of the room, grey comforter and white walls with heaps of sunlight pouring in from the windows and the small ceiling window he has.

a crimson coloured hanger that had the logo of your university, a wildcat embroidered on it. a few small posters and a big poster on the wall in a cluster, a shelf of figurines he asked not to question.

a short circle table in front of his bed and two flat pillows on the ground.

“how many people have you done on this?” you point at the bed and he chokes.

“i have never brought anyone home,”

“oh?”

“yeah, i do it outside.” you nod and he continues, “the broken bed was me and hamin chasing each other.”

you look back, smile and shake your head.

“you have a nice room, i didn’t expect this.”

“why? how did you expect it to be?”

and he’d watch you scrunch your nose slightly, walking past him while pointing all around.

“you know, smelling like sweat and axe.” you’d say, “mess everywhere, used socks falling out the laundry basket and oh! wet towels on the bed.”

“disgusting,” you’d mutter, “but your place is nice and it smells nice.”

he mentally that day, thanked his mom for all the febreeze she uses around the house.

to then sit down and legitimately study, pointing his mistakes out and then fixing it with him. until hamin comically walking in like captain hook, a tablet in both his hands and taking a seat beside you.

“hey hyung, why do you need tutoring?”

“i asked the same question.”

hamin continued, eyeing seonghwa suspiciously. “weren’t you top five in the class?”

“you were?!” you asked and the man laughed a little followed by a single nod. “wahh, i should’ve asked you to tutor me- i barely make to an a!”

“that was just by luck, i didn’t actually make it.” and he’d snarl at hamin who’d poke his tongue out.

sometimes seonghwa acted weird, at university he’d randomly hold your hand while walking down the hallway. knowing that everyone is staring he’d lift those intertwined hands up to show it while your wide eyes met the floor.

sometimes he’d just randomly disappear for the entire day but show up to the library right after, sometimes bringing an extra tea for you and a donut.

there’s so many times you were so thankful for him, like this one time where it was that time of the month. groaning in the bathroom stall knowing you have a tutoring session with seonghwa in a few minutes, but there could be no way you would be able to make it.

you had no choice but to text seonghwa, seeing how you never really had friends and there’s no way your mother would be able to come here from all the way in croatia.

so with a heavy sigh, biting your lip you texted seonghwa.

y/n, 5:59 pm.

hey

seonghwa

can u come to

the washroom?

he remembers getting the text, frowning lightly while eating a piece of cake. texting you that’d he’d be right there while ignoring the bustling group chat of his friends.

seonghwa, 6:01 pm.

ok

you expected him to stand outside the washroom and text you, but you surely didn’t expect him to walk inside the washroom. you heard his steps walking on, his obno- soothing voice echo in the room.

“seonghwa?”

“that’s me.”

“why are you inside the washroom?!” and he chuckled, choosing just to walk closer and knock on your cubicle stall.

“do you need something?”

and you bit your lip, contemplating if you should actually ask him to do this but it’s the only choice you have.

“uh, can we not do the class today? i’m not in the mood.”

“is that why you called me here?”

“no!” followed by his hum, “um actually could you, run down to the store and get me something?”

you heard nothing for a few seconds before a quiet, “okay.” fills the room and then steps going farther away.

“hey!” he’d stop, “i didn’t even tell you what to buy!”

with a smile he walked back to where he was, crossing his arms over his chest. “alright, tell me.”

his stare boring into the door as if knowing you’re fidgeting and biting your lips, shaking your head or scrunching your nose.

“could you-“

“i, what?” he’d tease.

“you know!”

“i don’t actually.”

and then he’d hear you groan and he’d laugh, “stay here till i’m back.”

and you did, stayed while impatiently waiting for him to come back. your eyes stayed on your phone as he kept messaging that he was near, until he was finally here.

“y/n?”

“still here,”

and then you saw him dangle the bag above your cubicle, “seonghwa, thank you so much.”

“mhm.”

“and, no tutoring today…okay?”

you hear nothing for a few seconds, “hm, meet me at my car.”

you bit the insides of your cheek as you heard his footsteps fade away, slapping your face while squeaking with a big smile on your face.

that day, he drove you home in his car. handing you bag on your way out, “i-it’s for you.”

“me?” you said, watching how the tips of his ears turn red. and you gasp dramatically, “do you get nervous around me?”

“do you move when you walk?”

bursting out into a fit of laughter while he hid his face in his arm, telling you to hurry up and go inside before he fully became a tomato.

you would see seonghwa was in the hallways, sparing each other a glance and a small smile whenever he was with his friends and he’d watch you scurry away.

sometimes his friends would occupy the school gym, hearing how disrespectful they were to the dance team who was going to practice there but didn’t because one of them, jung wooyoung, threatened to throw up on them.

you remember choking on your drink when you heard that, but then again you weren’t shocked. seonghwa had told you how his friends usually were, hongjoong being one of his closest and the only one with brains.

then they also had the 99’erz, which to seonghwa were literal kids. goofing around with their youngest who seem to be judging their entire existence.

he told you how all of them have run away from the police before, jumping over walls while laughing or sometimes going to the race tracks in their free time to bet and play.

“this one time, me wooyoung and san-“ he said, eating a pockey stick beside you. “we were having a crazy hangover because there was a party the day before and we went crazy.”

“oh god.”

his laugh would fill your ears, “and we ended up being late to our exam, but the teacher was nice or something and gave it to us anyway.”

“was it, mr kang?”

“yeah, wooyoung got so pissed because the teacher demanded our exams but we weren’t finished.” he pauses to laugh, “so he took our tests with him after we finished and went up to the teacher.”

he suddenly sat straight, “wooyoung said-“

“sir, do you know who we are?”

“no, and i don’t care mr jung. i am not accepting your papers.”

wooyoung took both san and seonghwa’s exams in his hand, looking all tough he asked the teacher again.

“do you know our student numbers?”

and the teacher finally looked up, “no, tell me.”

wooyoung laughed, “well we don’t either!” and messed up the entire pile of papers, putting their own somewhere in the pile before running out the class screaming.

“you guys are crazy!”

“forget about us,” he leans in, “what’re you reading?”

“oh, romeo and juliet.” you grin and he rolls his eyes, leaning on his arm to look at the page you were at.

“that’s a bullshit story,” you hum and he drags his chair closer till it hits yours.

“how so?” you flip a page and he follows.

“he fell in love at first sight, loved her so much that he couldn’t live without her and then died with her? over a misunderstanding- he could’ve been alive!”

“yeah, but that’s their fate.” you mumble, “but you see how much he loved her? it was cute.”

“you think that’s cute?” he lifts a hand up to poke your cheek as you nod. “you have weird tastes, their fate was nothing.”

“star crossed lovers for a reason,” you turn to him, “you know they say god has made someone for everyone in this world.”

you hear him chuckle, “really? i don’t believe in god.”

you smile, leaning your head on your arm. so that both of your faces sat flat on the table beside each other.

“not even in love?”

the next time you saw seonghwa was when he showed up at your front door, at one in the morning.  

“w-what the hell are you doing here so early?” you cross your arms over your chest, the morning chill being a little too cold.

eyes barely open as you rub your arms and look at him up and down. “why are you dressed in a tuxedo? and these flowers?”

he stands straight, eyes staring at you with a boyish smile. “uh, you free?” hands shaky, palms sweaty. (mom’s spaghetti lmao)

“wha-“

“okay, let’s go.” he grabs your wrist and pulls you down the two step stairs.

“where are we going!” you ask, suddenly wide awake and he looks back.

“date.”

“what? at one? i’m not even dressed!” he grins, a little nervous as his hands with the flowers shake a little.

“uh, our last date was third wheeled by my dog-“

“he’s your brother!”

“yeah him, so i prepared our first official date!” he fixes his tie with a cheeky grin that shoes his dimple and you bite your lips.

you do nothing but chuckle at how cute he looks with flowers in his hands and a whole bow tie and tux he has on for a date.

“ahh, you’re crazy.” you shake your head, “let me go get dressed, you can play with my dog if he’s awake-“

“don’t!” he stops you and you blink.

“why? are you scared of dogs?”

“no! no!” he holds your wrist tighter, “you look good in anything, this pyjama look should be fine- compliments my tux rather well.”

“…you’re out of this world.” followed by his grin and a shake of your head before nodding.

locking your front door and climbing his car that was thankfully warm by his heater, you could hear his excitement just in the silence and it made you wonder if he’s actually that excited.

he turns the radio on half way through the ride and then proceeds to carefully reach behind to grab something, he sees you stare outside from his peripherals before placing a blanket on your lap.

“you’re cold,”

“oh, thanks.” you lay it all over you with a smile, thanking him once again as he drives. and you couldn’t help but stare at him, the way he gripped the steering wheel to his hand lazily settled on the gear.

the subtle clench and unclench of the jaw, the random humming to a song on the radio. you look away before he can catch you staring because you know he wouldn’t let you live it if he had caught you.

so you decided to ask where this date was being made, “where are you taking me?”

and it like a sudden realization that hits him, “shit…. what time is it?”

“just around one thirty, why?”

“i got so excited for the date i forgot the restaurant closes at eleven.”

you pause before bursting out laughing, “o-oh god, you’re so cute.”

“i’m w-what?”

“ahh,” you catch your breath, “nothing, nothing then where are we going?”

he bites his lip and shakes his head lightly, knowing there’s only one place available and it was just down the street.

“our first date is at seven eleven?”

“i’m not a rich guy, but accept my spirit.” you smack the back of his shoulder lightly and walk in, holding the blanket to you tighter as you find a spot in the far corner of the store.

seonghwa’s full well aware of the stare he’s getting from the cashier as he walks down the aisle in his tux, while you sit down in your pyjamas.

“there goes our first date.” he clicks his tongue and purchases two bowls of instant noodles, cringing at it because he wanted to do much better.

take your out on a restaurant dinner, dress all fancy and do all the rich people things- or that’s what his friends recommend.

“shut up and go to a nice restaurant!”

“or, just go to an amusement park?”

“you guys discussed so much that it’s already one, go run to her place before you’re off the list.”

“seonghwa? hey- seonghwa!” you snap your fingers in front of his face, pointing at the tray he placed on the table and then at him.

“your food’s getting cold,” you say, pointing at the noodles that are piping hot and smokey.

“i’m sorry, this-“

and as if on instinct, the lights in the store go out, leaving you two in nothing but darkness.

“-is a disaster.” he finishes.

“did you bring your phone with yourself?” you ask, scooting closer to the table as he nods and places it in front of you.

you grin and then turn the flashlight on, placing the phone in the middle and upside down. “there.” you say, glancing at how confused he looks even if there still is a bit of light.

“there what?” he says, a solemn expression on his face.

“candlelight dinner.”

he smacks his forehead and chuckles, “you’re crazy.”

“says you,” he chuckles and you smile, “but i’m sorry, the date still sucks.”

“it’s the best date i’ve been on,” you say and he raises an eyebrow, “just the noodles lack salt.”

he shakes his head with a sheepish smile, mixing his bowl of noodles under the flashlight. you two can’t help but chuckle every now and then whenever one of you two struggle with the hot noodles, doing the “afafafaf!”

you two spent the night talking over anything, from random theories hamin had seonghwa thinking about to you arguing over flavours.

“mint chocolate sucks.”

“look i agree, but if it’s the last thing on the earth i just migh-“

“shut up.”

to playing footsies under the table, legs tangled into one another’s space while you two exchange noodles or watch a video on the cashiers phone who lent it to you both.

“y/n.”

you glance at him, “i got you something.”

“you- why, no seonghwa!”

he says nothing but holds your hands in his larger palms, “consider it as a present for well, me passing my exams.” he lifts a small bag from behind him and places it in front of you.

“open it.” he nudged it to you.

“you really shouldn't have, seonghwa,” he says nothing but hardens his stare and pushes the bag to you, hesitantly reaching inside it to pull whatever it is outside.

seonghwa watches your eyes widen and your lips part in a gasp, placing his elbow on the table he cups his cheek and watches you with a fond smile.

“you did not!”

“i did.”

your wide eyes staring into his calmer ones in surprise, opening the book that you’ve been eyeing for so long even after the company stopped printing it.

“how’d you know i wanted this?”

he smiles lazily, “you were browsing on your phone beside me, i found it and bought it.”

“thank you, oh my god, you’re the best!”

his smile fades a bit, “i’m not, that’s for sure.”

you push his shoulder, thanking him again while jumping beside him all the way back to his car. a constant smile on your face and a slight frown on his that broke into a smile, shaking his head he shuts the door.

leaning towards you until his face is right beside you, “y/n,” you freeze, feeling his hot breathe fan over you cheeks.

slowly turning your face to him, “..yeah?” his eyes search all over your face. a smile creeping up on his lips when he sees you bite yours, “seatbelt.”

you hold his stare for a few more beats of silence, swallowing and feeling your heartbeat quicken it’s pace.

“mhm,” you manage to say, staring into his dark and intense eyes. and when his eyes dart down to your lips, your fingers grip the book tightly.

it’s so quiet around you two, it’s dark and cold. but he’s warm, despite the look in his eyes. the one that you can’t seem to look away from, “seo-“

“don’t bite your lips.” he whispers, it’s demanding yet soft and you nod slowly, curling your fingers around the hard cover of the book.

he looks into your eyes again, blown wide and lips parted. “seatbelt.” you nod, twice.

“we’ll be late.” you remind and his lips pull into a small smirk.

when he pulls back, you let out a breath you had no idea you had been holding. choosing to look outside the window to hide the blood shooting up to your cheeks, unconsciously biting your lower lip again.

“stop that.”

and you immediately sit straight, trying not to smile as you look down at the present while fiddling with the cover.

“read to me.”

you turn to him, surprised. “are you sure? you don’t like these books thoug-“

“i do now,” he spares you a glance, “read to me.”

eyeing him up and down, at his laid back state while he drives. you start to read to him, stuttering at times that he never points out, even helping you pronounce the words you couldn’t.

the drive back home was you reading to him the first chapter of the book, until he dropped you home. leaning on the wheel he watches you fold the blanket neatly and place it on the seat, following your moves with an amused smile.

“thank you,” you say and he shakes his head, “and thank you for the book.”

“no need to thank me,” he sighs, “you should go in before it gets too cold.”

you nod, “then, i’ll get..going?” you point behind you, laughing a little before turning on your heels.

“have a good night.” you wave and turn around, gripping the book tighter as you took a few steps.

“y/n!” with a smile you look back only to see seonghwa leaning forward over the seat, motioning you to come forward as he opens the door again.

“yeah?”

he smiles, holding the blanket out to you. “that’s for you too.”

“t-thank you,” he huffs, leaning forward and quickly placing a peck on your cold cheeks, instantly making them warm.

“good night, bookworm.”

one date turned into two, two turned into way too many.

seonghwa became more obnoxious and bolder around you, which meant him looping his arm over your shoulder which you would smack away and he wouldn’t do it again.

to asking you to read to him whenever he was bored because, “i like your voice.” and it would put him to sleep. sometimes he would lean his arms all over the round table and bury his face in his arms, scooting right beside you and then fall asleep.

your ‘dates’ with him got more frequent which meant the little pacing of your heartbeat was doubled in speed, specifically when he would stare right at you when you’re not looking at him.

“oi, y/n.”

you look up, narrowing your eyes before looking back at your book. shaking your head the constant dribbling he’s doing that’s driving you crazy, and he does it closer to you on purpose.

one thing you know about him is that, park seonghwa always does everything on purpose.

and now being in the uni gym for pass time with seonghwa, who wants you to read when he plays basketball alone, really had you losing your mind.

“y/n, my bookworm! my windshields! my personal tu-“

“what do you want?” you stare at him standing in the middle of the court, ball on his plan and his stare on you.

he grins and then winks, “this ones for you!” before shooting the ball, his eyes on you even when he shot it while you watch it miss the hoop.

when the ball scratches against the floor and echoes, your eyes meet his and his face drops. you laugh at his expression and he walks to you with a pout.

“is that the best you can do?” you tease, wiggling your finger at him.

he steps closer to you and then kneels to your level, hands clasped in front of him and he smirks. you copy his look, leaning towards him with a smirk and a cocked eyebrow.

“you think you can do it better?” he says, eyes searching for the playful glint in your eyes. a small smile on your lips but a challenge on your face.

“mhm,” you stare into his eyes, using your pointer finger to push his forehead back so that he comically stumbles back on the floor.

you stand up and walk past him, picking the ball up on the way. “mr team captain, you’re about to loose.”

he spins on his butt and watches you walk to the middle, he leans back and smiles. raising an eyebrow when you spare him a look, pointing your finger at him and then the hoop.

“watch me!”

and he does, from the way you position the ball on your palm. it makes him wonder just what the hell are you two doing, alone in a gigantic gym.

just as you’re about to shoot, seonghwa, like the sneaky guy he is. comes running from behind you and smacks the ball out of your hand, your gasp and a scream rings the gym.

“you’re cheating!”

he runs to the opposite side, dribbling the ball with an obnoxious smug he has. “oh yeah? but everything’s fair when we play~” he sings and it has you sprinting to him.

he’s quicker though, running before you can even catch him or the ball. and when you’re about too, he slips away like a snake.

whenever you do get a ball, he comes from the front and uses his long limbs to smack the ball to the floor. his low chuckle and his tongue pokes out when he sees the defeated look on your face.

“seonghwaaa!” you stomp to him and he pauses, breathing heavily while poking the insides of his cheek with his tongue.

“y/nnn-“

you grab the ball, “you’re going to give this to me.” he smiles, one of those boyish smiles.

“okay,” he shrugs and you pause, narrow your eyes and then slowly grab the ball and make a run for it.

just as you raise the ball he chases after you, you scream as you two run in circles. laughing and giggling and whining. he wastes no time to run and catch you from behind.

he does it so fast that you can barely register it happening, both arms looping around your waist and pulling your back against his chest with a thud.

his breathing fans down your neck and you lean back to him, he lifts you from the ground, and you squeal while he laughs.

“you’re a cheater!”

squealing when he spins you around way too many times for you to grasp before landing you back on the ground, spinning you around by your waist so that your dizzy self falls onto him.

“everything’s fair between us,” he stares and you glare, he grins and bends down, loops his arm around the back of your thighs and lifts you in the air, this time catching you off guard.

your hands land on his shoulder and wide eyes staring into his, “put me down right now!”

he looks up with a grin and you smack his shoulder, “why? i’m teaching you how to shoot!”

“is this a new way to? i’ve never heard of this?”

he grins, “only in the park seonghwa class, now hurry up before i drop you.” he holds even tighter at that and you shake your head.

you look at his wiggling eyebrow and smile, you raise your hand in the air, the ball settling on your palm is thrown when you shoot for the hoop and when it goes through you yell in excitement.

he drops you down carefully yet you grab his collar by accident, yelping when he falls face first over you down to the hard ground.

“ow..”

he lifts his head up from your neck, “if you wanted to have me over you, you could’ve just asked.” it’s weird how it makes your heart beat faster.

you snarl, “get your big sweaty body off of me!”

he makes a noise of interest, “ooh, you like that i’m big.”

you chuckle and push him away, he groans and falls right beside you. both of you breathing heavily on the gym floor, in sync you two turn to look at each other.

“that was fun.”

“you’re crazy.”

he chuckles from beside you, lifting his hands up and nudging you away ‘accidentally’ resulting in a loud “hey!” from you in response.

“hey!” he mocks, sticking his tongue at you and you shake your head.

“hey seonghwa.”

he hums.

“isn’t this weird?”

“what’s weird?” he says, eyes on the ceiling.

“you,” you turn your head to him, “and me, it’s weird. as in, we don’t match- the oddest pair in the school hanging out together.”

he scoffs, “who said we are odd?” he scoots closer till his shoulders brush against yours. “i think we look good together, don’t you think?”

“no,” you fully turn to him. “it’s odd that you’re here with me, when you could be with, I don’t know, anyone el-“

“i enjoy being with you,” you stop, his dark eyes staring into yours. “a little too much honestly…i think i might like you way more than i already do.”

you stay quiet and search his face, half shocked and half expecting. but it’s strange, a little strange for you, maybe not to him.

he sighs and sits up straight. looking over his shoulder with a small smile, “if i ask you out…” he extends his hand to you.

“would you say yes?”

the glint in his changes in a quick second, too quick for you to even catch it. you stare at his hand and then at him, slowly lifting yourself off the floor.

“it’s getting late,” you walk away without looking at him. “we’ll be late.”

when you sit down in his car, it’s quieter than the usual bickering you two have yet there’s louder thoughts in your mind. choosing to look out the window as they rage over you, finding the outside scenery more interesting than the questions in your mind.

you dare not look at seonghwa, even though you want too. you’re aware of the way he glances at you once in a while, the way his fingers drum against the wheel and his scent lingering all over you.  

he drives down the streets until you feel the car ride coming to an end, your stop was here yet you don’t move at all.

“to answer your question,” your voice slices the silence and he swallows, an uneasy feeling in his stomach.

finally choosing to look him in the eye, “what if i said yes?”

it’s as if the air inside the car grows warmer when you finish your sentence, the corner of his lips lift up slowly into a smile.

sucking in a deep breath, he answers. “i’d be the happiest man in the world.”

you look down, biting the inside of your cheek. fiddling the strap of your bag. “okay.”

“okay?” he repeats.

“okay.” you smile shyly, “i’ll say yes.”

the smile on his face doubles in seconds and he leans forward, staring at your wide eyes with a blush coating over his cheeks.

“look here,” he whispers, gently gripping your chin. he takes a minute to look at you, a soft smile on your lips. “are you sure?”

you nod, “i am.”

he bites his lower lip and leans forward, tracing your lower lip with his thumb softly. his eyes dart to yours and he smiles, closing the space between you two.

your eyes fall shut and then you feel his soft lips on your cheek, it makes your heartbeat ring in your ears at his actions.

when he pulls back, it feels like you’re heating up. he stays a few inches away from your face, glancing at your expression.

"thank you.” he whispers, “i promise to never hurt you ever.”

you nod, “thank you, i trust you.”

this time you’re closing the space between his face and yours, the sudden boldness coming over you. your lips meet his cheeks with the same softness he met yours at, you feel him stiffen and then relax.

“see you tomorrow,” you pull back and he smiles.

“y/n.”

“seonghwa.”

“goodnight.”

“you’re here early.”

you say, locking your front door and then turning around to a smiley seonghwa leaning on your fence. dressed in what screams he’s the bad guy.

“i couldn’t wait to see you.”

scoffing you walk past him, “you met me yesterday, silly.” he hops from his place and grabs your wrist only to pull you to his front.

snaking his arms around your waist and resting his chin on your shoulder with a sigh, your arms are flat by your side as if you’re frozen despite the fast pace of your heartbeat.

“i can feel your heartbeat, it’s really fast.”

he grins, “it’s all you.”

“eww,” you push him away and he chuckles, staring at your disgusted face with a grin.

taking your hand in his larger one, which he holds tightly, you two start to walk down the streets to your university.

he swings your hands back and forth and it makes you giggle, shaking your head and looking straight ahead.

inhaling, you smile and then look at his side profile. thinking that maybe good things are starting to come for you, maybe he’s behind them all.

“so you have a presentation today right?” he nudges you out of your thoughts, linking his arms with yours. “the one that determines if we graduate or not.”

you hum, “i hate doing presentations.”

“why?”

“public speaking makes me anxious, makes me feel like everyone’s talking about me when they stare.” you continue, “i hate every bit of it, i don’t know why our grad depends on it.”

he chuckles, “ey, if you do well in the presentation then we can graduate together and..” he clears his throat, “go to the formals together.”

“you want to go to the formals with.. me?” he nods repeatedly.

“of course, who else would i go with? i’ve already decided the colours we’ll do and how we would match- thoughts on teal?”

“ew,” he snarls and you laugh.

“me going to the formals depends on today’s presentation!” you pause, “if i don’t pass, i can’t graduate with you.”

“is that why you look so pretty today~” he coos in your ear and you feel a flutter of butterflies pool in your gut. “what time is your presentation?”

“right after lunch!”

“okay,” he grabs your wrist, “have lunch with me, practice it there.”

“y/n, baby breathe.”

“seonghwa, i won’t pass it!” you shiver, placing the flash cards on the table as an uneasy feeling pools in your gut. “hey what did you just call m-“

he cuts you off with a smug, “from the top, let’s do it again!” placing his elbows on the table and then cupping his cheeks.

he hears you groan and redo the entire thing all over again, a permanent smile on his lips as he watches you roll your eyes and mispronounce words.

he pays no attention to the surroundings, letting the hushed whispers fade away and focuses on you.

the way you lean on the table, speak in the voice he’s come to love so much that it lulls him to sleep. the way you frown or cringe at what you’ve written just to pass the class.

tilting his head to the right he stares fondly at you before flickering his eyes behind you at the silent commotion by the window.

his eyes widen when he sees his friends pushing each other against the window, making ‘ok’ signs with teasing grins and smirks while pointing at you and nodding.

you don’t see nothing or that’s what he hopes because he sure as hell doesn’t want to get embarrassed, he chooses to mouth them to “get out of here!”

to which they all laugh at, wiggling their eyebrows playfully before walking away smacking each other.

he shakes his head and hides a smile, glancing back at you who seemed to be staring into space.

“y/n,”

“hm.”

“it’s your presentation time,” he stands up, walking to grab your bag. “i’ll drop you there.”

you nod, reaching for your bag but he pulls it back. “i can carry it.” he smiles and it makes your insides flip.

“thanks,” he winks, looping his arm around your shoulder to pull you to him.

“you should ask someone else to go to the formals with you,” you mumble, walking down the empty hallways with him. “i don’t think i will make it.”

he chuckles, “who would i go with? i’m your boyfriend,” your eyes widen. “of course i’d go with you.”

he raises an eyebrow playfully and leans closer to you, “are you shy?” and smirks.

“absolutely not,” you push him away, grabbing your bag from his hands and waving. “go to your class!”

he leans on the lockers, arms crossed over his chest and a boyish grin on his lips. he watches you walk down the hallway, knowing you would turn back.

“look back,” he whispers to himself, twice. and when you do, his lips curve into a smirk and his hand lifts a little to wave. “bye, sweetheart!”

your hands tremble slightly, students one by one complete their presentations and it makes you nervous because you’re right after this person.

chewing on your lips and fiddling the papers you’re holding, heartbeat fastening with every word the boy before you is saying.

“y/n, baby breathe.”

you shake your head, this is the worst time you can think of seonghwa. how automatically you’re seeing his face in front of yours, pouty lips and wide eyes that wink at you.

“y/n, you’re next.”

you inhale sharply, “y/n, baby breathe.”

nodding to yourself, you stand up and walk down the stairs to the whiteboard. chest pounding with every step you take, the stares of everyone on you only making you breathe irregularly.

once you stand in the front, nervously pulling your presentation on the teacher's computer with shaky hands, you stare at the class that feels like it’s a ballroom with hundreds of people watching you.

“h-hi, i’m y/n.”

great, you say to yourself. there goes your presentation.

“you may start.”

you don’t even know how you’re halfway through the presentation, smiling tightly while talking to the uninterested class who only make you even more nervous than before.

no one notices how the back door opens slyly, but your eyes meet the person who walks in and you pause abruptly.

“seonghwa?” you whisper to yourself, watching him sheepishly walk into your class as if he owns it.

“y/n? are you alright?”

you snap back, “y-yeah!”

staring at seonghwa who leans on the back wall, away from everyone yet right beside your teacher. crossing his leg and raising an eyebrow at you, nodding at you to start talking while looking so goddamn attractive.

and you do, surprisingly way better than before. it’s the way he nods at everything you say, holding his thumbs up at you and it does nothing but makes your heart flutter.

“keep going!” you see his mouth, holding his fists up in the air as you keep talking with a smile on your face.

him making faces at you for you to ease yourself by laughing a little, and it’s just when you’re about to finish some guy in your class decides to pop a question that makes your smile drop.

it takes a second for seonghwa’s face to turn into a scowl, pushing himself off the wall and harshly yelling out the answer for the guy.

every head in the class sharply turns to him and your eyes widen, “do you have any other questions?” his deep voice rings the entire classroom into silence.

it’s then when your teacher slowly turns to seonghwa, there goes your grades.

“are you in my class, mr park seonghwa?”

he freezes, eyes still on you. “..no?”

the teacher stands up, “no? then get out!”

and the same happened once again, seonghwa sneaking through the back door of your class to have a seat beside you. “why are you here?!”

“why?” he grins cheekily, poking your cheek. “you look so pretty, baby.”

his words always make you look away and you know he’s smirking, you can feel him do it. his one hand sneaking under the table to intertwine with yours, he smiles when they fit perfectly in his.

“hwa, the teacher will catch you!” whisper-yelling at the man who pauses and stares at you.

“what did you just call me?” he asks and your eyes widen, trying to pull his hand away but he holds it tighter.

his eyes urge you to repeat it and you find yourself saying it once again, “…hwa.”

“i like it when you say that,” he whispers. “say it again for me.”

“i’m not going to do that- the teacher will be on your ass anytim-“

“mr park, you will fail this class if you don’t pay attention!”

“shit.” you whisper.

“i’m not even in this class!” seonghwa answers back, only fuelling the teacher’s anger.

“then get out!”

seonghwa looks at you, winks and blows a kiss before grabbing his bag and running down to the front. patting the teacher’s shoulder before running out as the teacher yells.

“y/n, your boyfriend isn’t allowed in my class!”

and he does stuff like this quite frequently, not to the extent of coming in your class and bothering the teacher which would lead them to having to complain to the higher ups about it.

“seonghwa, you can’t keep strolling into my class-“ he does nothing but wrap his arms around your waist, “they’re going to expel you!”

he sways you side to side, “let them, we’re in second semester anyways-“

“-but that means you won’t graduate!” you argue back and he bites a smile back. “which would mean hamin would have a bad influence and your mom and dad would probably be really upset with you.”

“would you be upset if i got expelled?” he asks, completely ignoring everything you said just now.

“well yeah! that means you won’t be here with me.” he chooses to lean down and peck the top of your nose. “stop getting the teachers angry.”

“as you wish, sweetheart.”

and now here he is walking down the hallways, randomly stumbling where your classes where. he pauses and slowly walks to the windows that peer into your class, peeking inside with his eyes.

he spots you sitting by the far end window, a pen in between your lips while he waves his arms from where he stood to get your attention. he does it once, twice and even thrice but instead he feels a few heads turn to him that’s not yours.

he decides to shoot a text to you, when it sends he watches you slyly reach out for your phone. noticing how a smile reached your lips when you saw your phone and looked up right into his eyes.

his eyes widen and he waves, “hi!” whispering it as if you’re hearing him.

you think he’s crazy, making finger hearts, kissy faces at you through the window while you desperately try to push away the feelings of your insides flipping.

the way he’s making dumb expressions only for you to bite back a laugh, but what really made your heart twinge was when he frosts the window up and draws a heart in it.

it makes you cringe and coo at the same time and it’s when you realize you’ve messed up, for wanting him even more.

“what’s your pretty little head thinking?”  

you shake your head, “nothing, let me put these books away and then we can walk to class?”

he nods with a smile, choosing to look over over the kids doing their assignments while he goofs off with them.

he watches you walk back and forth from the shelves to the desk, a concentrated look on your face. unconsciously he finds himself smiling fondly at you, a sudden spike of his heartbeat only making the smile wider.

the way your lips form in a pout when you’re working, how you frown when he jokes around you or when, his favourite. when you shyly smile at him, it’s that one thing that makes him want to hold you forever.

he follows behind you, quickly glancing out the window to see rain pouring down before skipping behind you with a smile.

thinking of smile, he surprises himself with how much he’s been laughing, smiling and even daydreaming.

so much that his mom had to point it out to him on the dinner table, teasing him about you and then threatening to call you which he successfully dodged.

then came his friends, hell to his friends he thinks and leans on the bookshelf. watching you walk all around, back and forth from shelf to shelf.

until he walks closer, you stop right away. “i need to get to the other sid-“

“y/n.”

you hum, taking a step back and he takes one forward. he takes enough to back you up in a corner, your eyes flickering left and right as he lands an arm beside your face.

leaning closer to you until you feel his breath fanning over your lips, a tingling sensation creeping up on you. his perfume lingering all over you and it made a spurt of butterflies fly in your gut.

“seonghwa, we’re in the librar-“

he says nothing but takes a hold of your wrist and wraps it around his torso, your eyes snap to his and he smiles innocently as if you two weren’t almost caught by the librarian last week.

his free hand slowly comes to cup your cheek, his thumb traces your lower lip gently while he stares at you with the same intensity you’ve been feeling for a while now.

swallowing you feel your heartbeat fasten it’s pace, he takes a step closer and leans his face down. his longer eyelashes brushing against your cheeks and he looks up, making you grip his hoodie tighter.

“y/n,” you nod and he traces around your lip, leaning to your ear and whispering. “can i kiss you?”

you pause, his hair brushing against your cheek and his hot breath fanning down your neck, you nod.

“yeah,” your voice just barely above a whisper, even the library is louder than usual yet he hears it very well.

lifting his head to stare at you, gently gripping your chin you lick your lips but he stops you midway. “uh uh,” he says lowly, “that’s my job.”

and in a matter of seconds he closes the distance between you two, his soft and pillowy lips meet yours at a surprising pace. eyes closed as your gasp gets hushed by his lips that stay over yours for a second longer and then slowly start to move.

he brings both your hands to hold his torso and wraps his own around your waist, the action making your heart swell. he holds you impossibly closer as if you’re about to vanish into thin air.

deepening the kiss, he licks your lower lip and you grant access by opening your mouth which he gladly takes and slips his tongue in. a whimper escapes you when he tilts his head and uses his tongue to explore your mouth.

your hands that rested on his torso now find themselves wrapped around his neck, kissing him as passionately and intensely as he does. the sound of lips smacking against one another echoed slightly, but low enough for no one to hear.

the kiss is rhythmic, slow yet dirty at the same time. the one that makes your knees wobble and if it weren’t for him holding your waist, you probably would’ve slid down.

when he pulls back, both of you are breathless. panting as a string of spit connects you two, he leans in again and kisses you the same way he did before.

cupping your cheeks and kissing your hungrily until you whisper his name and he slowly pulls back, his hair covering his eyes while his swollen lips match yours.

arms still around you, he pecks your nose and your heart flutters. your shy gaze and his curious ones meet and the only thing that leaves you is, “hi.”

his lips form into a smile, “hi, sweetheart.”

and then goes onto bury his face in your neck, still breathing heavily yet he remains quiet. you bite back a smile when he places a feather like peck over your pulse, your lips leave a small gasp for his name which makes him tighten his grip on you.

you share a few beats of silence, catching your breaths. until his next sentence makes you inhale sharply, "i want you so bad." he whispers.

"seo-"

"i want to take you right here,” his voice strained. “right now."

“library,” you remind, your voice breathier. he nods while placing small pecks down your neck, while your eyes close shut on impulse.

“my place,” he says, “we have one tutoring session, let’s do it there.”

“okay.”

he chuckles, lifting his head to look at you. “okay?” he raises an eyebrow teasingly and you push him away. “okay? y/n!”

“you already understand the course material seonghwa,” you poke his head, “there was no need for a tutoring today.”

“yeah, but i needed to see you.”

you turn around on his swivel chair, crossing your legs on the seat while holding a book in your hand, the one he bought for you yet once again.

“do your work hwa, projects first.” you hear him hum from behind you followed by the sound of him aggressively opening books.

while you, you’re stuck on the constant repetition of the kiss you two shared at the library. shakily reaching for your lips as a smile forms on them, you’re glad you’re facing the other way so he doesn’t see the stupid look on your face.

you find yourself slightly spinning side to side on his chair, eyes focusing on the book but your mind focusing on the way he stares at you at times.

how whenever the class ends early, he comes to pick you up and nuzzles into you from behind. that deep chuckle which makes you bite your lips, or the way his hands tease near the ends of your shirt.

threatening to lift it up and let his fingers run through the silver of skin exposed to him, but those are quickly shut down whenever you two head someone walking in which makes you push him away.

you’ve pushed him away in panic of someone seeing you two, because you know the stares you get for walking next to this man who you know is your boyfriend. you wonder if he told everyone in the school that, and if they would lose their marbles over it.

because an odd pairing, two completely different people dating each other.

maybe opposites attract worked in your case, but maybe the broom you hit him with was your matchmaker.

“what’s so funny?” he asks and you can hear the smugness in his voice, “liking the book i bought you?”

he refers to the argument you two had at the store, where you wanted a different one and he wanted the one you’re holding now because you’re his personal reader.

“do your work dummy!”

he chuckles, “i’m gonna go get some snacks, be right back!”

the minute he leaves, you turn around and sit on the floor beside his table. looking over his sheet that’s- well, full of doodles. from flowers to cars and stars and letters, he’s done it all except do the work.

it makes you shake your head and place an elbow on the table, cupping your cheek while your chin rests on the palm of your hand. eyes searching his room, from the light blue almost white paint and darker furniture.

what catches your eye instantly is the frame placed on his bedside table, you smiled. thinking it was his family portrait but when you squinted, your slight frown turns into a smile because it’s neither his family or his friends or anyone else.

but a photo of you and him.

from one of the dates you went on, the one at the mall where he forced you into the photo booth and it makes you chuckle quietly.

you only realize he’s back is when he pokes your side, making you jump in response and snarl at the man who held your waist by one hand and moved you closer to him.

jutting his chin towards the snacks his mother made while he not so subtly scoots closer to you, “y/n.” you look at him, and his eyes widen.

“uh! the book, you, uh,” he scratches the back of his neck. “you wanna read it to me..?”

you sometimes really do think, how did you end up dating the bad boy of your university. what are the odds, maybe those quora answers were right. maybe it’s possible.  

no because really, the sneaky bad boy being shy and awkward around you. throwing cheeky comments and wide smiles whenever you see him, to buying you books and making you read them to him even if he hates reading them.

“the textbook?” you ask, hiding a smile and he nods. “okay, come here.”

instead of doing what you said, he grabs you and plops you in between his legs so that your back is against his front. hands wrapping around your stomach while he places his chin on your shoulder, “read to me.”

you shudder when he says that, moving slightly to get comfortable you hold the textbook in your hands rather slowly. starting to read him the chapters for him to understand while he hums after every sentence you say.

“it’s said that the disaster nearly wiped out the entire planet’s life, if it weren’t for the saviours..”

you know he’s looking at you, his fingers are again playing with the hem of your shirt. while you read, one of his hands reaches down to the knee high socks and snaps it against your skin.

he says nothing but caresses it when you hiss, he’s hearing whatever you’re saying yet it enters one ear and leaves the other. instead he’s looking at you, inhaling the intoxicating scent you have.

wrapping his arms around you a little tighter so he brings you even close, his heartbeat, he thinks and hopes you don’t hear how it’s drumming against his chest.

when you lean back to him, he takes a chance and pecks your cheek. once, twice, thrice before smiling when you nudge him with your shoulder. he then stops and listens to you, before nuzzling into your neck.

it makes you squirm and stutter when his lips touch the spans of your neck, his nose nuzzling into your neck while you continue to read.

“i-it was purely an accident, many-y might say otherwise-“

he places light, feathery almost nonexistent pecks all over. your fingers automatically grip the book tighter when you feel his tongue poke out and lick a stripe up your neck, you stop immediately as a breathy whimper of his name leaves your lips.

“seonghwa-“

“sssh,” he hums against your skin, “keep reading, don’t stop.”

he then gently lowers his hands down to your legs, tapping your knees as if telling you to part your legs, which you do.

your breathing gets raggedy when he begins to massage your thighs, “the dates,” you say breathily, “are important factors to study.”

“mhm,” he hums, placing kisses down your neck and to your shoulder. “what else is important?”

he lifts his hands back to your waist, “the perspecti-“ he places an open mouth kiss right under your ear, “s-seonghwa.”

he hums, slowly trailing his hand to the top of your shirt. his fingers play with the button and you swallow, chest heaving up and down. it’s then when the button pops open that you suck in a breath.

“y/n,” you nod shakily, “baby keep on going.”

you keep on going while he nuzzles into your neck and places kisses all over, while his fingers fiddle with the buttons he now opens with ease and exposes your chest.

“how will i read when you’re-“

he smirks, “i’m doing nothing sweetheart.”

a small gasp leaves your lips while his cold fingers graze over your spine, and then you hear him hook open your bra. gently taking it off of you while you hold the book even tighter.

his lips remain on your neck, his tongue slipping out to lick in circles before he sucks on your skin. you let out a shaky sigh and lean your head back, he sucks and bites on your skin and leaves a print of his.

his hand comes up to caress your breasts, while he still sucks on the already marked skin. “y/n,” he whines and you clamp your thighs together at that. "baby, i want to taste you, i want to touch you, i want to get lost in you."

you bite down on your lips when he cups your breasts, softly squishing them together as a series of sighs escape you. his thumb grazes over your hardened nipples while he continues his sweet torture on your neck.

his lips go down to your shoulder while nipping at your skin, hands kneading your breasts as a whine elicits from you. he tweaks and pinches them gently, watching the way you open your mouth and shut your eyes.

your hands gripping his legs and the book in your hands is long gone, “y/n,” he whispers, “you’re so pretty baby.”

you don’t stop the way you whine his name out, “seonghwa,” and reach for his hands and it makes him chuckle darkly while he plays with your breasts.

“like it?” he asks, “no? do you want me to stop?”

“seonghwa-“ he chuckles, pecking your cheek.

“then sit back, relax and enjoy sweetheart.” he mumbles, “i’ll put on a great show.”

as soon as he says that, your back arches up to the air. he chuckles, one hand kneading your breast while the other trails down in between your legs.

your grip on his hand tightens, “let go baby, it’s okay, i won’t hurt you.” it’s the way his soothing voice makes you close your eyes while he uses his hand to caress you over your skirt.

he bunches your skirt up and when he does, he groans in your ear and you close your legs around his hand. “y/n,” his voice so strained yet so deep, “you’re already so wet for me hm? open your legs for me.”

you feel the wetness only grow as he starts to rub you clothed, legs parting as he starts to pick his speed up. your mouth falls open and your legs feel wobbly, chest heaving up and down while he circles over your wet panties.

when he stops, you whine and frown. and he’s quick to give you everything you want, sliding your underwear down while he mewls in your ear.

pecking your neck he runs his middle finger up your clit, it makes you shake but he grabs your hand and bunches the skirt in your hands. “hold this for me.”

his own harsh breathing matches yours before he hums before plunging it into your heat and you gaped at the intensity. you don’t stop the pathetic gasp that leaves you and neither does it stop him from moving.

he starts slowly, your head dropping to his shoulder as his other hand on your breast keeps playing with it while the other slips in and out of your cervix.

your back arches his fingers and you moan his name out while moving your hips along to his rhythm, “good girl,” he says, fastening the pace of his fingers before placing another digit in your wet clit.

his lips brush over the shell of your ear, kissing it as he begins to place pecks from your lower cheek to under your jaw and you chew on your lower lip.

his left hand that rid to your left breast, squeezing it softly while fingering your clit mercilessly at different speeds. you almost let out a loud moan when seonghwa sucks on your neck again, leaving another mark as your mouth hangs agape.

his slim fingers curl inside you, moving in and out of you skillfully with just his fingers as you cry and whine for him. when he begins to fumble with the particular bundle of nerves harshly you cry his name out loud, and he doesn’t stop you.

“be louder, no one's home.” he says, picking his speed up. the only noises in the room being your constant moans and his fingers slipping in your wet pussy.

your hands automatically reach to your breasts, the heat coiling in your stomach as you inch closer and closer towards your high.

“i’m so c-close hwa!”

and he stops.

“i’m going to move you, do not come.” and he takes a hold of your hips and pushes you up on your knees before he stands and grabs your waist and plops you on his bed.

he hovers over you and you catch the glint in his eyes, it’s hot just like his gaze. you’re leaning on your elbows while he watches you for a few seconds, whining your name before he kneels down in between your legs.

bunching your skirt up, he holds your hips and pushes you closer to him. his hot breath fans over your heat and it makes you shiver, he loops his slim fingers over the waistband of your underwear while you squirm and bite your lips as he watches you.

his fingers slip your panties off and he grabs your thighs and puts them over his shoulder. winking at you before he leans his hot mouth closer, he pecks your clit and you throw your head back. the neediness and frustration increased, “seonghwa, hurry up!”

his hot breath fanning your inner thighs before it reaches you wet folds. you whimper when he places soft kisses and hot long licks when he twirls his tongue in your inner thighs before he slips in his finger and presses his mouth onto your clit.

you throw your head back and let out one of those high pitched, breathy cries when his lips touch your heat and it only builds the coiling heat in you.

his long tongue laps, swirls and circles all over your clit, gathering all the juices you spill out, while he uses his tongue at different speeds.

he holds onto your thighs and throws your legs over his shoulder while his mouth does wonders. you squirm and let out breathy and shaky calls for him, pushing his dark hair back while he repeats his sweet torture again and again until your eyes are prickling with tears.

his hot mouth breathing against your already wet and aching clit, “seonghwa...” you cry out pathetically, clutching his bed as he licks a strip down your folds making you shudder underneath him.

you let out a loud cry of his name when he does so, feeling him insert his finger in and out so slowly at your legs start to weaken.

he eats you out like he’s been starving. his long tongue circles and sucks on the bundle of nerves while you let out strangled moans that have his cock hardening in his pants.

“i wanted you so bad y/n,” he hums and you feel it rumble all over your body. “my pretty baby.”

“i’m close!” you cry his name out, feeling the heat coiling in you at a fast pace. fingers finding his hair, pulling on them when his nose would brush against your wet and sloppy pussy again and again while you cry his name out.

“all mine,” he says before diving his tongue in again and making you let out a moan for his name. he sucks harshly and kisses, alternating from longer slower licks to circling his tongue all over.

you arch your back to his face as he nuzzles in  and you feel the immense coil of heat starting to become unbearable, your lips quiver out a breathy “seonghwa,” to which he hums at.

when you tug on his hair and let out a moan. “come, come on me.” he says and almost immediately you find yourself coming off the high, crying his name out as you start to see white.

he’s quick with his tongue and licks out every juice that comes out of you. growling and moaning lowly, “you taste so good.”

he lifts himself up and cups your cheek, his lips glisten with your wetness as he leans down and places his lips on yours, you faintly taste himself on you.

his lips melt over yours in an instant and it shoots butterflies in your stomach. both of you fight for dominance, when he squeezes your thigh you gasp and he takes the chance to slip his tongue in.

you smile between the kiss, he gently pushes you on your back. his tongue licks your lips and you let out a groan. the sound of kissing echoes in the room and you relax your body on his soft bed.

he begins to suck on your lower lip in particular, that’s so soft that he lightly nibbles on it. his tongue explores your mouth and you moan when he uses his teeth to nibble on your lower lip, and it has you moaning against him.

he nibbles and sucks and swirls his tongue over your lips and it makes you squeal, his hands roaming everywhere and swollen hot lips pecking every part of your face, neck and shoulders. you bite your lip and squirm when he circles his tongue over your skin.

when you two pull back, both of you are breathing heavily. chest heaving up and down his eyes looks at yours, and then down to your swollen lips.

smirking he lays his lips over yours again, softly and it only lasts for a second before he pulls back.

his hands go down to your breasts but his eyes stay on you, he throws his head in your neck and mumbles something that has butterflies shooting inside of you.

“oh god, i love you y/n,” he groans, you feel the thudding of your loud heartbeat fastening.

he slowly pulls away but rests his forehead on yours, his fingers dwindle with your shirt before he yanks, pulls them down, followed by his lips on your skin.

his fingers graze your breasts, and he lowers his mouth to place a soft kiss, you hiss at the way he licks at the skin right after.

“you’re so stunning,” he whispers and you let out a whimper.

he cups both of them gently and gives them a squeeze, earning a whine from your lips. his finger caresses them while his fingers roam over the bud.

and for a second he pulls back and stares at you, “seonghwa,” you say breathily, “your parents will be home-“

he shakes his head, “they have a date night.” and lowers his face till his lips are ghosting over your breasts. he gently pecks them first and you sit straight, “and hamin’s at a sleepover.” then he pokes his tongue out to lick before molding his mouth over it.

you bite your lips yet a whine still leaves you when he growls at the softness, his large hands squish your boobs and you throw your head back.

he swallows and kneads and pinches with both his hands and you let out his name like a song, “you’re- god,” he whispers before lowering his hot lips to mould over your breast.

he sucks and circles his tongue relentlessly on your boob, his other hand tweaks and rolls your hardened and sensitive nipples.

you squirm and throw your head back when he swirls his tongue over the bud, then nibbles gently on it and it has you dropping your jaw in nothing but pleasure.

he hums and uses his freehand to attach to your other breast, squeezing the soft skin while flicking his tongue over the nipple.

“hwa-“ you moan out when he delivers a harsh suck on your skin, you nudge him with your legs when he keeps going. when he pulls back, a thin string of spit connects him to your nipples and he looks up with his wide eyes.

“are you okay? you’re not hurt, right?” you shake your head and he leans forward for a quick peck.

“then can i fuck you, real good?” he asks, eyes hooded and full of nothing but what you can describe to be lust and arousal for you.

you grip his chin and pull him closer, “of course, do me so good.” he raises an eyebrow.

“i’ll do it even better.” he pecks your inner wrist, “give me a second, hm?”

you nod and he walks to his bathroom, grabbing a small plastic bag with him. when he comes back, it makes your heart beat fasten, his shirt is off and he’s only in his briefs. broad shoulders and lean slim built body has you biting your lips.

he smirks when he sees you stare at him, opening his arms wide. “all for you to see.”

you throw your head back to chuckle and he laughs, hovering over you and placing a peck on your neck which has you squealing.

he grins and intertwines his fin with yours, lifting your arms above your head. “i’m gonna go in.”

you nod, “hurry up then, i’m waiting.” you say playfully and he pokes your tummy in response.

he lowers his underwear down and his cock slaps his stomach, your wide eyes meet his as your tongue pokes the walls of your cheek. he leans forward to press his lips on your forehand.

“don’t be surprised,” he whispers, “you made me this hard.”

you look away from his gaze and he laughs, “shy, are we?”

he spreads your legs open, glancing at you again asking for consent to which you nod at. he caresses your inner thighs before lining his cold up to your entrance, his hands locked with yours above your head he nods.

“let me know if it’s too much,” and you shudder under him.

he then teases his tip in you before entering you inch by inch, slowly. you feel your eyes tear up at the immense pleasure that’s been given to you and he lowers himself to kiss the tears away, mumbling sweet nothings into your ear.

“gonna move,” he says and starts to move in and out, first slowly and then begins to pick up a rhythm. you feel yourself stretch out at his thick length, the way it enters and exits you.

you hear him cry your name out, lowering his head in your neck as he twitches. he begins to fuck you at a slow speed, as if it’s the slowest he’s gone at. your body moving against his bed as he grunts and groans and grinds himself into you.

“you’re doing so g-good!” he groans, rolling his hips into you again and again.

your hands leave his and wrap around his shoulder as he keeps up with his sweet torture. “f-faster!” you say and he does as he’s told.

your eyes roll back when grabs your leg and puts it over his shoulder, the new angle makes you cry his name out as he hits that certain spot in you, again and again. while you let out a series of moans, throwing your head back on the bed while releasing moans and whimpers of his name in pleasure.

“y/n, baby.” he groans and he feels you clench around him and he pounds into you again, fast and hard and deep and you let a tiny, pleasurable moan as the heat in you becomes unbearable.

“hwa, i’m gonna come-“

“come with me, i’m close too!”

he grinds his hips into you, so deep and so good that your pelvis’s touch. he hums and rolls his hips into you one last time that has you gripping the bed sheets, whimpering his name out until you two finally come at once.

you say his name as you came, his groans echoing the room as he gently pulls out. both of your bodies breathing heavily while sweat adorned your faces, cheeks warm and hair stuck to your foreheads.

he quickly however caresses your legs gently and then comes to plop on the bed next to you. he watches your chest heave up and down and you turn to him with a lazy smile, “wow,” you say and he leans closer to place a peck on your nose.

“wow?” he teases and you push him away, he laughs and holds your waist.

“i’ll clean you up, wait here.” you nod and watch him get up, your droopy eyes watch him put on his briefs before you let your head fall on the bed.

you hear him walk in and plop beside you, gently cleaning you while he holds your hand in his. caressing it if you flinched.

“hey seonghwa,”

“hm.” he looks at you, letting himself fall beside you. “hug me tight, i won’t hurt you.”

you grin, turning on your side as he mirrors your position. he juts his chin forward and you do the same before you two bury out laughing, his arms wrapping over your torso as it starts to become quiet.

eyes staring into one another’s with shy smiles and warm cheeks, he throws your leg over his waist and pulls you closer for a kiss.

the soft, gentle kiss that feels like warmth on a cold day. when you pull back you peck his cheeks, he lifts his wrist up and motions for you to do the same.

“this is our thing.” he says, bumping his wrist to yours.

“it’s just a silly bracelet,” you mumble, looking at the two identical red bracelets on yours and his wrist. the ones you two won at a carnival game.

“it’s not just a bracelet, it’s much more.” he says, caressing your forehead as your eyes flutter close. “you’ll keep it right?”

“you’re acting like that’s the only symbol of us,” you pause, “it’s like those movies, right before something happens and that bond breaks.”

he goes quiet for a few minutes, eyes searching your calm face as you lay in his arms all warm and his.

“that’s just movies, silly.” he pecks your forehead, “it doesn’t happen in real life.”

you’re awoke by three knocks on your door, three very aggressive yet impatient knocks. groaning your socked feet, pad down the stairs to the front door with a frown.

yanking the door open in anger but stopping when seonghwa stands on the other side of the house, a stupid boyish grin on his face and the wide eyes staring at you.

“morning,” he says, taking a step in to hold your torso and bring you to him. “you smell good.”

“you’re here early,” you mumble against his jacket and he chuckles.

“i need a little help actually,” he rubs your back, “you know how to wrap a present?”

you pull back, his arm loosely hanging over your hip while the other holds a bag. “who’s it for? hamin’s birthday- you didn’t tell me it was his birthday!”

he smiles and walks you inside, shutting the door while he hears you ramble on and on. he spins on his feet and grabs your wrist, “let me get the wrapping paper, why didn’t you tell me it’s his birthday early!”

he sits on the ground and waits for you there, elbow on the table as he cups his face watching you run around looking for paper and he smiles.

“don’t make it anything fancy!”

he hears you run to him and hurriedly take a seat, “what do you mean nothing fancy? he’s thirteen! you gotta make ev-“

“y/n,” he grabs your collar and jerks you to him gently, “it’s really nothing, just help me wrap the present.”

“okay, jeez.”

you’re very well aware of how he’s looking at you, wrapping the box, rubbing your eyes here and there because of the lack of sleep. he feels a tad bit guilty for waking you up, but knows he’ll make it up in a few minutes.

“okay, there.” you push the box to him, “tell hamin i’ll get his present later okay? you better tell him that!”

he nods quietly and you narrow your eyes at him, “…are you hungry?” you ask and he says nothing but watches you.

you stand up, “i can make something right now, do y-“

he sighs and grabs your wrist and pulls you forward until you're kneeling in front of him, eyes wide and blinking at the grin he has on his lips.

he says nothing but turns you the other way and makes you sit on his lap, your back to his front while he props his chin on your shoulder.

“you talk a lot y/n,” he mumbles, “today’s not hamin’s birthday.”

“then why’d you ge-“

“it’s for you.”

you snap your head to him, “what!”

he nods with a knowing smile, shifting you to sit in between his legs as he ushers the present to your hands. which you accept with hesitant hands, he tells you to open it and you do.

reopening the box you wrapped, a shy smile on your lips and a curious gaze that stares at you. a tiny gasp leaves your mouth once you open the box, throwing your head back to his shoulder.

“seonghwa!”

he laughs, “why?” he nudges you with his shoulder. “you don’t like it?”

you chuckle, “you’re seriously crazy, you know that?”

he pecks your neck, “of course, crazy for you.” his own hands reach from by your waist to hold up the clothes in front of you.

“red, just like how our bracelets are.”

“are these for the formals?” you ask, already knowing the answer.

“mhm, when we go together.” he squishes your cheeks with his and smiles. “go try it on for me?”

you smile, “fine, wait here.”

seonghwa stands in the living room with a nervous smile, hands rubbing against one another while he glances at the stairs from which you come down from.

he thinks if you will like it, dragging his mother to the store with him wasn’t necessary but your sake and his terrible and basic fashion choices, it was necessary.

shaky hands and constant bouncing on his feet he finally looks up and feels his heart stop, mouth parted and eyes still on you.

“hi,” you wave from the top of the stairs, holding onto the dress he’s got you and beginning to step down the stairs.

he watches your every move, as if it’s slow motion. from the little smile to the way the dress flowed around you. when you come to stand in front of him, he shakes his head while inhaling deeply.

“you lo-“

“could you zip the zipper for me…” you cut him off quickly, pointing to your back and he blinks profusely. “seonghwa?”

“uh, y-yeah!” he stutters, snapping to reality and stepping closer till he’s right in your space.

snakes his arms around your waist and you go still, he embraces you from the front, chin propped on your shoulder while his cold fingers reach to slowly zip the back.

once he’s done, he taps your back but instead of moving he hugs you tighter. you mirror his stance and embrace him back and it goes quiet, a comfortable silence.

in your living room, holding each other. calm heartbeats yet raging thoughts in your minds, “dance with me.” he whispers.

you smile and nuzzle in his chest, “we’ll dance at the formal-“

“no.” he says, moving his hands to your hips and pulling back. “let’s do it right now.”

“there’s no music, we’re in my living room.” you point at his chest, “you’re in your pyjamas and i’m not even dressed, i have the socks you gifted me on!”

he grins, “it’s perfect, and as for music,” he reaches to his pocket and pulls his phone out. “any preference?”

you shake your head and he types something in and then the music blares out, he places his phone on the table and then steps back. extending his hand to you as if it were the real event, you laughed and took his hand in yours.

his hand goes to your waist and the other holds your hand, you swoop you hand on his shoulders and then you start dancing in your living room to a 2000’s song.

“i’m sorry.”

you tilt your head with a smile, “for what?”

he shakes his head, “everything.” tightening his grip on you, he carefully twirls you around twice till you fall on him.

“thank you,” you say, with a smile.

“for what?”

you grin and peck his lips, “for everything.”

“oh, he’s so whipped.”

“shut it, mingi.”

wooyoung grins, looping an arm around seonghwa. “never thought i’d see you buying books, who’s it for?”

“you’re getting books?” san cuts, “aren’t you barely passing?”

“it’s not for me,” seonghwa mumbles, giving wooyoung a glare before shuffling through books.

all of them collectively do a “ohhhhhhhh~”

“is it for y/n?” yunho piques, leaning on the bookshelf as he himself looks at a few books.

“god,” mingi pokes seonghwa’s side, “you’re like whipped-whipped huh?”

san laughs, “i mean, whenever you wanna give up- i can take y/-“

seonghwa throws the hook he held at san, who catches with ease but doesn't escape seonghwa’s glare. “get out, choi san.”

“oOh! he’s protective, how lovely!”

“you’re actually not falling for y/n are you?”

he stiffens, “that’s none of your business.”

wooyoung scoffs, “i mean it kind of is, we started this eh?”

“someone will lose!” san says, wiggling his eyebrows at seonghwa who chooses to stay quiet.

mingi chuckles from the back, “leave him alone.” and walks to san, “or we’d get hit by the broom again!”

it’s then when seonghwa looks up, takes a step closer to the taller man yet he cowers under seonghwa. “keep your business to yourself, this is all mine.”

“of course bro,” mingi lifts his hands up and smirks. “all your business.”

“hey y/n, can we get ice cream on the way?”

you smile, “of course, anything else young master hamin?”

he grins cheekily, “a ps five, uh, a makeup kit for mom and then dad wants a hammer because he wants to fix something that’s already been fixed, and!”

“and?” you laugh, holding his hand as you cross the street towards the seven eleven.

“and you!”

you look down, “me?”

he nods, “for seonghwa!”

“ah,” you smile, feeling your heart swell. “and for me?”

he pretends to think while you two enter the store, “the only thing i can think of is my brother, i think that’s okay for you right?”

you smile, patting his head and ushering him to the ice cream corner. “of course, he’s more than enough.”

you fish out your phone and shoot a quick text to seonghwa.

y/n, 4:56pm.

do u want ice cream?

hamin’s asking

hwa, 5:57pm.

chocolate flavour

get urself one too!

you grin, telling the kid to get two more before walking to the cashier where an extremely excited hamin ran too.

“you want anything else?” you ask and he shakes his head, “then that’s all.”

“you sure my brother said it’s okay for me to go? don’t you guys have classes?”

“class was canceled,” you stick your tongue out, “and yes, seonghwa says it’s okay for you to be there- his friends will be there too.”

he scoffs, “i don’t like all his friends.”

“ey,” you frown, “don’t say that about them, they’re….nice.”

“see! even you’re hesitant! i just like one of them!” you take a hold of his hand while holding the ice cream bag in the other.

you laugh and shake your, they aren’t that bad as everyone knows them to be. you fairly remember them helping you in the hallway, offering to hold a few books while they chatted about seonghwa.

“you think i should go to university?” he asks, skipping by your side while licking his ice cream.

“of course, you should!”

“seonghwa says it’s boring, he always comes home late from studying.” you hum, “i don’t wanna live like that-“

“hey! you haven’t even reached high school yet!” followed by his childlike giggles.

in a span of a few minutes where he kept asking nonsensical questions which made you laugh, to him offering his ice cream to you. the two of you reached your university, walking down the hallways while pointing at everything and explaining what it was to him.

“where’s your classes anyways?” he asks, with wide eyes and a cheeky grin that reminds you way too much of seonghwa. “you two are dating right? mom teases him about it all the time.”

“just down the hallway, and yes we are.” you mumble, “two classes away and then you see your annoying brother-“

“your annoying boyfriend!”

“hey!” you cry and he giggles, running ahead of you as you follow him.

he stands before your class and points as if asking if it’s the right class, to which you nod at and walk faster.

“how much longer do you think it’ll last?”

you tilt your head at hamin, “did you say something?”

he shakes his head, “no, it’s from inside the class.”

“oh?” you reach for the door but hamin’s hand stops you. “why-“

“ssh,” he whispers, “listen.”

“that’s not a good thin-“

“y/n!” he whispers, “sssh.” and places his ear against the foot and tells you to do the same, which you hesitantly do.

“how long do i think it’ll last? i thought it would’ve ended after a month!”

you frown at the laughing coming from the other side and it makes your stomach churn.

“not much that’s for sure!” you recognize that as wooyoung’s voice. “he only has a week left until he wins.”

hamin’s eyes meet yours and you see the shift in his eyes, he eyes your frown and peeks from the opaque window as you swallow.

“damn, hwa you really doing charity work, hm?”

hwa, 5:58pm.

take your time

don’t rush

ok?

hwa, 6:00pm.

text me before

u walk in

a round of laughter echoes and you swallow, “i heard he even gave her a promise ring, did you get it from the dollar store?!”

“it’s not a promise ring,” you pause when you hear seonghwa’s voice, “a bracelet.”

your eyes drop to the red bracelet around your wrist and feel your heart drop, hand gripping the doorknob.

“when will you break it to y/n?”

a shiver runs down your spine and you twist the doorknob, suddenly feeling cold all over your body and hamin falls still beside you.

“the day he breaks up with her!”

you hear a rumble of laughter once again and it makes you curl your fingers around the doorknob tightly, wanting to yank it open but instead freezing in spot.

“they’re talking about you,” hamin whispers, “i told you they were bad people.”

“they aren’t,” you whisper, crossing your first two fingers and telling yourself that what you’re hearing is not true.

he puts his smaller hand over yours, “you need to go in and hear them, don’t run away okay?”

his soft and gentle voice contrasts what goes on inside and it makes your heart shatter as your breathing picks up. biting your lip you twist the doorknob and open the door with shaky hands.

when it opens fully, you're met with the stares of everyone and the deafening silence of everyone.

everyone in the class seemed to have stiffened when you took a step in, they all sit on their desks while seonghwa and his stay opposite you.

few of his friends were smirking or raising their eyebrows, “oh look, it’s y/n.”

you stare at the man in the middle, dressed in all black. stare right into his eyes as you take a step closer, your eyes full of confusion that the only thing you can say is.

“what’re you guys talking about..”

“you,” wooyoung jumps off his table and takes a few steps before seonghwa stops him. “you and seonghwa.”

mingi nods, “how you,” he looks at him and continues. “were just a bet.”

your hand falls to your side, “..what?”

“let me say it again, you were just a bet.” he repeats, “since you hit us with the broom, we needed to get revenge and of course our very own seonghwa volunteered.”

“fuck it,” he grabs your shoulders, “i’ve had my eyes on you for a very long time now, so i’m going to ask you one thing.”

“he was the first one to say he’d do it!”

your eyes snap to seonghwa who chooses to look away, “so-“

“so everything you two did,” wooyoung says, “was a lie, all for a bet.”

you don’t even realize the way hamin tugs on your sleeve, or the way your eyes cloud with tears.

“what the hell are you saying?” you manage to say out loud and you’re met with nothing but silence, it only makes tears prickle in your eyes. “..can someone please tell me what’s going on, please don’t be a joke.”

“the only thing that was a joke, was yours and seonghwa’s relationship.” san mumbles.

“y/n, we should go.” hamin whispers from behind you and you shake your head.

“seonghwa.” your voice echoes the large classroom as everyone’s eyes fall on you, and you hate that.

the man simply stares into your eyes with nothing, not a word to deny anything or to come and wipe the tears that are rolling down your cheeks.

“don’t cry, i hate it when you do that.”

“go awayyy!”

“aww let me kiss them away!”

“ew!”

you let out a humourless laugh, “and to think,” you wipe the tears away. “and to think, i thought you were different.”

“you all were just trying to get back at me?” your shaky voice lets out, “i-i even came to apologize… why was this necessary? was an apology not enough for you?”

you don’t fight the way a choked sob leaves you, “why aren’t you saying anything?”

“but how could you?” you take a step closer, “after everything we did- after everything i told you! oh god, i told you everything seonghwa!”

“i told you everything because i trusted you!” your voice begins to become louder despite the very obvious shaky words and hands, you chuckle because that’s all you can do now.

it’s as if everything’s been wiped off of you, your heart pounds against your chest rapidly. your eyes cry out a river as everything settles on you and you lift your head to look at everyone.

your mouth parts in shock, “you all were on it…every single one of you! oh god, seonghwa why’d you do that?!”

you step towards him till you’re just a few steps away from him, begging him with your eyes to at least look at you. and when he does, your heart drops to your stomach.

“why’d you do that?” you cry out, “you would’ve never approached me if it weren’t for that stupid bet? i’m.. i’m so stupid to have ever trusted you.”

“why couldn’t you have left me alone?” your voice breaks and he stares at you, “or jump me like you do to others!”

you let out a choked sob and shoot him a glare, “a-and the tutoring? that was a lie too? going to your place- was your family in it too like the rest of you all?”

you push his shoulder, “why..” you mumble lowly, “i wish you would’ve never asked me out, i was dumb, that’s what you all wanted me to be.”

“every promise, every word, every day you spent with me.” you shut your eyes to inhale as a pool of tears fall down, “was all for a stupid bet.”

your jaw clenches and unclenches as a pounding headache falls over you, your hands lift up automatically and clasp together.

“please don’t ever approach me, i’m-“ you wipe your tears, “you’re a liar, all of you are.”

“but please, please don’t try to get in my life now.” your voice breaks, “you’ve had your fun, now please leave me alone.”

you take a step back, swallowing the warm lump in your throat. “p-please just please, leave me alone.”

and you walk out.

not knowing where your feet take you, but you run. you run as if you’ve never.

when you do, the entire room is silent. the heavy atmosphere increasing when seonghwa’s hand unconsciously reached out to you.

his eyes drop to hamin’s eyes as he swallows, but his friends pull him back when he takes a step forward.

and then it hits him right in the gut.

“public speaking makes me anxious, makes me feel like everyone’s talking about me when the stare.”

“is that all?”

“hm it makes me feel like everyone’s turning on me y’know?”

“promise you’ll never feel anything like that when i’m around baby.”

“fuck.”

you walk down the entrance stairs with a blanket stare on your face, a broken heart and a wreck of a mind. everything was just supposed to happen today, the raging rain and the painful heartbreak you had.

you don’t have an umbrella or a jacket yet you choose to walk down the side of the road, blankly staring ahead as rain falls over you at a fast speed.

“it was all a bet, for revenge.”

you keep walking, eyes straight ahead as your tears mix with the rain.

“our very own seonghwa volunteered.”

you’re glad it’s raining, you can’t even tell if you’re crying and it makes you laugh.

the sky cries, for you.

with you.

ignoring the way passerby’s stare at you, you choose to quietly walk down the street and to make everything worse than what already was. sudden waves of flashbacks and memories chose to make you bawl out crying.

biting your lips as you start to hallucinate you and seonghwa in the rain, him picking you up in his arms as you hold the umbrella over the two of you.

squealing and giggling whenever the cold water hits you two, running through the puddles while chasing each other.

you want to drop to your knees and cry and scream but you choose to keep walking as warm tears and cold rain drench you with every step.

you fell for the wrong person.

you fell for park seonghwa.

“if i ask you out…” he extends his hand to you.

“would you say yes?”

you look out the window, knees to your chest and leaning your chin on them. eyes watery as tears fall down your cheeks and you try your best to bite them back.

“to answer your question, what if i said yes?”

the way the rain hit your room’s window suddenly seemed calming, your eyes holding no more emotions like they used to.

“y/n, my bookworm! my windshields! my personal tutor, my dummy and my baby!”

you smile, hiding your face in your arms as more unwanted memories repeat in your mind.

“do you get nervous around me?”

“of course he does,” you murmur, crying out just after it.

“i’ve had my eyes on you for a long time.”

“it’s all for a bet, our seonghwa volunteered for it!”

all the memories rain down on you as you cried on your bed, face hidden in your arms as small gasps and cries left your mouth.

“don’t cry, i hate it when you do that.”

it’s been a week since everything happened and yet you still choose to live in memories of him.

you didn’t go back to university the next day, having cried so much that you had no energy to get up from bed. choosing to stay wrapped in the mountain of blankets but making sure the blanket he gifted was far, far away from you.  

when you did decide to go back, you kept your eyes down. sitting the farthest away from everyone, swollen eyes covered by the cap you wore.

everything and everyone was painfully quiet, the stares looked away as if swarmed with guilt. you chose to ignore everything around you, going class to class, sometimes at libraries and back home.

it was a routine you had before you met seonghwa, speaking of him.

you’ve never seen him since, you don’t want to because you know you’d burst out crying. the mere image of him would have you turning away but the whispers of his name you hear, you can’t help but listen.

when you walk past your locker, it’s all empty. unlike how before it was his property, putting his books, clothes and even jackets in there and calling it his property while leaning on it.

the bed next to you is empty, you read the books quietly to yourself. no seonghwa laying on your chest as you pet his hair, him sleeping on your chest whilst you read to him.

you’re glad you stopped the library tutoring after your last batch, you didn’t have the guts to go back in. in case he was there, or in case the memories would come back.

the sneaky running by the shelves, caging each other in your arms and placing teasing kisses all over.

you don’t realize how it affected you, having dated in the past and experiencing break ups. yet this barely feels like one, because it was nothing.

nothing to him, but something to you.

to him it was a bet, but to you it was a promise he broke.

you heard about the parties being held everyday of the week ever since, perhaps that’s the reason why none of them make an appearance. having intense hangovers in their bedroom while slapping each other to get the medicine.

“oi you dogs, get up, we've got to go back to school!”

“hongjoong you came a week ago and you’re back at the orde-“

a pillow is thrown across the room by hongjoong, “wooyoung you’re failing your classes! get up!”

“jeez old man,” wooyoung mumbles and hides himself in his blanket while hongjoong makes a round to get everyone to wake up.

once they do, they’re all still sitting ion their beds. blankets around them as the fall chill slithered over every one, droopy eyes and crazy headaches.

hongjoong counts all of them before he pauses promptly. “where’s seonghwa?”

“home.” jongho mumbles, falling back on his bed.

“where?”

“he’s back home,” san yawns, “never came with us to your place.”

the shorter man frowns, “why? did you guys do something- why’s everything so full of tension? who banged who’s girl?”

“that’s too early to talk about se-“

“we made a bet.”

everyone pauses and collectively turn their heads to yunho who speaks from his cocoon of blankets. “they made a bet to get revenge, seonghwa was the main character.”

“i went to paris for one month and y’all making bets?!” hongjoong yells, taking a seat beside wooyoung and wrapping his own self in his blanket.

“tell me from top to bottom, what the hell did you guys do.”

“you sure he’s going to even open the door?”

“we’re literally his best friends, why wouldn’t he?” wooyoung nudges to get ahead, curling his fist to knock twice.

“you all literally fucked him over, what makes you think he would even wanna look at you guys?”

a round of collective sigh rings through the six guys, hongjoong who watches while shaking his head until he snaps his eyes to the doorknob fiddling.

“well, he wants to look at us now.” san mumbles and once the door opens, they’re not prepared to see what held for them.

“seonghwa!” mingi screams, “dude what the hell happened to you?!”

“…why’re you all beaten up?”

“forget about it,” he says, “come in, no one's home.”

they all silently follow him inside to the living area, quietly eyeing each other while taking a seat. seonghwa chooses to sit down at the end, eyes down and fingers fiddling with the other.

“so,” yunho clears his throat and hesitantly asks, “h-how’s everything going?”

“just like usual,” he answers and the room goes quiet until he speaks up again, “you guys want food? mom made some-“

“seonghwa, what the hell happened to you? why are you acting like this?”

“like what?”

“have you slept these days?” hongjoong asks, eyeing the mans dark circles. “a decent sleep? ever heard of her?”

“been too busy,” he says and sits back down, leaning on the couch and closing his eyes.

“busy street fighting, huh?” wooyoung points at him. “the bruises on your lip and knuckles aren’t lying.”

it’s then after a few beats of nothing but silence, seonghwa’s quiet voice speaks up.

“did she come?”

and they all knew who he was asking for yet they had no answer for it but to duck their heads down.

“is she at school?”

san sighs, “yes.”

“is she eating okay?”

“seongh-“

“did she..look for me?”

“we don’t know.”

“did she stay at the library the entire time?”

“probably.” wooyoung mumbles.

“ah it’s been raining outside,” seonghwa chuckles, “did she dress warm? the rain alone makes her shiver easily, please make sure she isn’t cold.”

all of them say nothing but watch the man, “wasn’t there a project, can one of you ease her? she gets nervous quick.”

“seonghwa, shut up!”

“-actually i saw y/n with a different guy,” yunho mumbles from behind and seonghwa’s head snaps up.

“what?”

“looks like y/n moved on, you should too.” hongjoong watches them all speak but his eyes stay focused on seonghwa.

“…does she still have a red bracelet around her wrist?” he asks quietly, as if it pains him to ask.

“yeah, why? the one that looks like a stri-“

he doesn’t let wooyoung finish and heaves out a heavy sigh and rubs his eyes, “she’s still mine, that’s our bracelet.”

he then begins to ask certain questions to which all of them turn by turn to reply “yes.” too and get to see seonghwa’s face fall in relief.

“that’s our thing.” they hear him say after each answer and swallow.

“boys,” hongjoong calls out, “you guys go ahead, give me and seonghwa a few moments together.”

they all reluctantly leave, patting seonghwa’s shoulders as they walk past and out the door leaving hongjoong and seonghwa behind in silence.

“hongjoong, i messed up bad.”

“i can tell, you fucktard.”

he watches seonghwa lay on his couch, laying face down and hongjoong gets up and takes a seat on the floor beside his couch.

“i left for paris for sometime and you all create chaos, involving innocents in your mind games.”

he pats seonghwa’s back, “won’t you talk to y/n.”

“she hates me, she should.” he mumbles, “i won’t be able to talk to her, as much as i know y/n-“

she’d burst out crying if she saw me, he thinks but chooses not to say out loud. i don’t want to see her cry any more.

“that’s reasonable, but look at y/n and look at you. you two are the same, quiet and unapproachable.”

“do you think y/n would want to see you like this? all bruised up?”

“no, she’d yell and then patch them up for me.”

“losing sleep?”

“i sleep the best when i’m beside her.”

“not going to school?”

he laughs, “she tutored me.”

hongjoong sighs and slumps down, staring at seonghwa who’s face sat flat on couch, his hand beside his head and he sees the supposed red bracelet he talks about.

“you love y/n?”

he takes no second to respond, “too much, for me to not go and hurt her even more.”

“have you apologized?”

he shakes his head, “she ran away before i could get a hold of her, tried driving past her house but the lights were off.”

“where was she then?”

he swallows, “dropping hamin back home, saw her walking back in the rain when i drove towards my place.”

“i saw the way she stared ahead, emotionless and blank. i did that to her, she’d hate me more if i showed up in front of her.”

“you’re a big idiot hm?” hongjoong slaps his back to which seonghwa wails at, “talk to y/n, i promise everything will be okay, make the first move- if y/n backs away then slowly approach her if that doesn’t work- you’re doomed.”

“what a great friend you are.”

“we’ll be back in time for your graduation y/n!”

you smiled, pressing the phone against your ear. “that’s great, where are you two now?”

“milan! your dad begged me to go there, men are so needy-“

“I am not needy!” you heard your dad yell from beside her and it made you giggle, “hi dad.”

“hi, sweetheart! how many presents do you want for your graduation?” you smile, walking down the hallways to your class.

“you two are enough, hurry up and come home!” followed by their ‘aww’.

“any friends or,” your mom coughs, “boyfriend or girlfriend?”

you grip the phone as you walk past your lockers, a tight smile on your lips. “neither.”

it’s then when the bell rings and you quickly bid goodbye to your parents, while your dad yells in the back. tucking your phone under your thigh, you brought your books out.

while fixing your baseball cap, your eyes divert to the front where the teacher organized his papers and then on instinct went to the door.

and you wished you had never looked there because the minute you did, you saw him walking inside the class.

you feel your insides flip when he lifts his head up and meets your eyes, you curl your fingers into a fist trying to look away but you stare.

glancing all over his face before looking away, you didn’t want to see him. you really didn’t but your mind, your entire body wanted to look at him again.

but you didn’t.

the first few seconds of even staring at him, you searched over his face. the bruise on his lips, the dark circles around his eyes, the addicting scent of his and the look in his eyes.

from your peripheral, you see him stand at the stairs leading to the top benches. if he turns left, he’ll be where you’re sitting but if he goes straight he won’t be anywhere near you.

you know he’s hesitant with the way he’s leaning towards you but in the end he walks straight up the stairs somewhere with his friends.

throughout the entire lecture, you held onto your pen so tight that your knuckles went white. the constant stares of his, only his intense gaze boring into your back.

as if asking you to look back for him, even just for once.

instead of paying attention to his lecture, he pays attention to you. the way you’re cowered in a corner, shoulders stiff and eyes straight in front.

he knows the effect he’s got on you, when he first met your eyes. he wanted to stop and stare, the way your eyes shined with tears made him look away. swallowing a lump before walking towards where his seat is now.

he notices the way you’re still wearing the bracelet and his cap he lent you, it makes him smile.

yet hating how you look away from him, that whenever you stare at him it’s with tears in your eyes and it doesn’t help the heart that’s beating for you.

when class ends, you're the first to leave and he can’t even catch up to you. being held back by hongjoong who only gives him a reassuring nod, “lunch’s almost here, look for her then.”

he couldn’t wait, the clock ticking as well as his feet tapping with every minute of the hour till it hit lunch. he’s impatient to see you, wanting to run after you and embrace you in his hood and never let you leave.

when the bell rings, he sprints out. ignoring the calls for him, a small smile on his face as he runs down the halls, hair in his face but he doesn’t care. he runs down the halls to where he thinks you’d be, and he was right.

you were by the locker you never used, but waited for him because “this is my property now!”

he pauses, inhaling sharply as he catches his breath before walking to where you were. eagerness in his eyes and hands itching to hold you in his.

he walks past the array of people walking past, bumping into a few who walk away when they see him. he’s guilty of the way they stare, knowing how he looks so unapproachable with the way his aura has been in the minuses.

when he walks closer, he sees you fiddling with the lock and smiles but it fades away when someone pushes past you. your face cringing at the sudden push and he stops, watching how quickly the person turns around to stare at you with a menacing glare.

saying something to you that he can’t hear unless he walks closer till he’s in the crowd that gathered around you two.

it breaks him how you take a step back when he comes in the circle, standing with his back to you while he talks to the one who created a scene.

your eyes never leave his back, holding your bag tighter as everyone around you stares at you and then at seonghwa who’s seemingly backing the other person until they walk away panicky.

when he turns around, you go still. eyes staring into his eyes and the sudden memories come over you.

“here to take my sweetheart on a date!”

“don’t cry for me hm? or i’ll chase you around.”

“go out with me, the most handsomest guy on this campus?”

“it was all a bet.”

you think you’re lost in your thoughts when he speaks, it doesn’t feel real.

“baby you’re just going to let her get away with that?!”

you want to fall, the way his voice fills your ears. concerned yet yearning. the way he still makes your heart flutter and you can’t look away, staring into his eyes until tears pool on your waterline.

your eyes are enough for him to understand you, they beg him to not call you that. it makes him clench his jaw, the way you’re tearing up at the mere sight of him.

you tug on your bag and turn away to walk past him before you fall into a breakdown in a public space, wiping your eyes with the back of your hand you walk past it all.

seonghwa gives one last glare to those who still stare before following behind you, almost getting lost in the crowd.

to think he’s lost you, he runs to the cafeteria and looks around. no image of you anywhere, he nods and then sprints down the halls to the library. rushing in and almost scaring the librarian who once kicked you two out for being caught kissing.

he bows and walks around the place, searching every table near the end.

“she doesn’t teach us anymore.”

“why?” he asks, feeling like he already knows the answer to the question and before the kid can answer, he runs off.

runs to the halls before stopping and leaning on the column, breathing heavily as he bent on his knees to catch a break.

“where are you y/n,” he whispered softly, lifting his head up and looking around the courtyard. searching the entire thing with his eyes, he feels defeated.

until he sees someone sit on the bench by the big tree, he smiles. “found you.”

you sit in the corner, a water bottle in your hand and a book in the other as you sipped every now and then.

wanting to distract yourself from the surroundings, you plug in headphones and lean back. wanting to get the thoughts of him away from you or you’ll lose it.

when you flip a page, one of your headphones gets pulled out and you flinch and turn your head to the left.

mouth parting when you see seonghwa sit by you, your headphone in his ear as he scoots closer. he sees you staring at him and you so badly want to graze your fingers over his bruises, to poke his cheeks yet you stop yourself.

“where’s your food?” it’s the second sentence he’s said to you and you want him to keep going.

you stare at him quietly and he tilts his head, looking at the bottle in your hands and shaking his head. bringing his bag to his knees, he fishes out an entire shelf of snacks.

he’s upset at how you look away knowing you want to talk to him, how he wants to hold you and talk to you. instead he grabs the bottle out of you and places a cookie in your hands.

“eat baby, eat.” he says and you swallow, packing your bag up and walking away. but before you can you’re pulled back.

when you look back he’s staring at you the same way he used to, his hand holding the wire to your headphone. when he sees your eyes land on his hand, he tightens the hold around the wires and you stare before dropping the wire on the bench and walking away.

clutching your bag as you made your way inside, leaving him sitting under the tree as you hurriedly walked down the hallways and out the entrance.

he doesn’t stop, he won’t until he gets you to talk to him. he follows you around whenever your classes ends, quietly sitting behind you or passing you a pencil when he sees you don’t have one.

which you push back and ask one from the professor. he doesn’t give up, walking you to your classes and then walking past when you walk in your room.

he sometimes walks to your classes and peeks through the glass windows to see if you’re good, when he doesn’t see you he frowns and then looks ahead to see you walking towards his direction.

but then walk right past.

he does this for two weeks, looking after you, talking to you even if you never respond. trying to smile and make conversation with you even if you never look his way and make his smile drop.

the way you two walk past each other as if total strangers, ignoring each other’s existence even if you want to jump in his arms.

formals went and passed and the dress he brought still hung in your closet, as if taunting you.

you wondered if he went with tears in your eyes, scrolling through social media while sitting on your bed. dress in front of you and his picture on your screen.

he went to the formals, without you.

a bittersweet smile wraps your face but it drops when you see him wearing the matching coloured tie to your dress.

“i told you we will match! i prepared everything.”

tearing up at least once a day became a regular as the cold became stronger.

when it rained, he stood by his car waiting for you to walk out and skip to him and ask him for a ride with that smile of yours.

but he never gets to see anything of it, you seem to have taken a different route that doesn’t meet his. yet he still waits, leaning on his car in his leather jacket and arms crossed over his chest, he still waits.

you groan, eyeing the rain that was supposed to be happening in two hours when you’re home and all wrapped in your blankets. biting your lips you hesitantly walk to the back of the school, only to pause when you see the big construction sign.

forcing yourself to walk towards the entrance knowing you’d see seonghwa there somewhere, when you walk out. you look all around for him but when you don’t see him, you heave out a sigh and begin to walk down the stairs, holding your bag over your head.

“y/n!”

you pause and look to the right to see seonghwa walking to you, your eyes widen and you look ahead. quickening your pace so you can walk away before he reaches you but he beats you to him.

“y/n, it’s raining i’ll give you a ri-“ you walk past him, “y/n, baby you’re gonna get cold!”

yet you still say nothing and try to walk away but he steps in front of you, water raining  down on him as he stares at you.

“y/n, please?” he pleads, “if you don’t then- uh! i’ll pick you up!”

you raise an eyebrow, taking a step to the right before walking past and you think you’ve lost him when you don’t hear him walk behind you.

but then you squeal when you’re lifted off the ground and right into seonghwa’s arms, “seonghwa!”

he smiles, “i love it when you say my name.” and holds you tighter and begins to walk towards his car.

“put me down,” you say, despite how your arms are holding his neck for dear life. “seonghwa please put me-“

“ssh,” he says and glances at you, leaning towards you to peck the tip of your nose. “i won’t let you walk in the rain.”

opening the door with his hands he gently plops you on his back car seat and you’re reminded of when you two would have long drives down the mountains.

“i-i’ll blast the heat,” he taps your knees, “give me a second hm?”

he runs to the other side before shutting the door and you watch him run to the driver seat, opening the door and turn the heating on. he then looks at you and then at the backseat and then back at you, as if asking for permission to sit by you.

you choose to not say anything and look out the window, shivering slightly till you hear him open the door and quietly take a seat beside you.

he hears your sniffles and hurriedly brings the blanket and places it over your knees, “sorry it’s taking longer to heat the car up.”

“y/n, could you please talk to me?”

“…why do you keep doing this,” you say, eyes on your lap. “i told you to leave me alone.”

“i’m sorry.”

“i’m sorry.”

you tilt your head with a smile, “for what?”

he shakes his head, “everything.”

“we’re odd.” you whisper, “we both are the oddest pair to be together, please stop this.”

he inhales before reaching out to cup your cheek, “i could give a less of a fuck on how different we are,” he turns your face to him, “you’re mine baby, only mine.”

and then drops his hand to hold your wrist, “always mine.” and then places a peck on your under wrist just below the red bracelet.

“seonghwa,” you mumble, eyes glassy and he mirrors them. a single tear drop rolls down his cheeks before he completely breaks down on you, tucking his face in your neck as he sobs.

“i-i’m so sorry,” he nuzzles in, “i’m so sorry, for everything i did to you.”

your hand automatically lifts to his head, caressing his hair as he cries to you. sniffling and blubbering about everything while you say nothing but hum.

“you need to let go,” you say and as much as you want too, you couldn’t. he doesn’t seem to move either, only wrapping his arm around you tighter.  “you have to get home, your mom would be worried.”

“seonghwa,” you nudge him, calling for him a few more times till you realize he’s fallen asleep on you.

“can you read me a book?”

“no, you fall asleep everything!”

he grins before jumping beside you, “that’s because you’re warm, i sleep better with you.”

“you’re sleep, hm?” you poke his head and he doesn’t move, face tucked in your neck and unmoving.

you sigh, leaning your head on the window as seonghwa calmly slept on you. eyeing the dark circles under his eyes and the ugly cut he has on his lips, your hands never lift away from his hair.

instead you caress his hair, wrapping the blanket he once bought for you on him. it surprises you that he still has it with him, but then again it’s him.

once you catch sight of time, you carefully take seonghwa’s phone out to dial one of his friends so they can pick him up.

but the only thing you don’t know is his password, there’s no way he’d put one based on you and he didn’t. you briefly try to remember if there’s anything he’s mentioned about it, but when you brung the phone to your face it unlocks.

you freeze and look at seonghwa, going to his contacts as you try to hide a smile before dialling hongjoong.

the one you’ve heard about the most out of all, and you hope he doesn’t question anything.

“seong, dude where are you at?”

“uh, hongjoong?”

you hear something fall on the other side, “is this y/n?”

“..yeah,” you answer, “are you okay? something fell?”

he laughs, “yeah i did, anyways why do you have his phone?” he pauses, “wait did you guys make up?! guys they made u-“

“-could you come and drive him home.” chewing on your lips when it goes silent on the call.

“y-yeah, sorry.”

you then look out the window, seeing someone run towards the parking and you assumed it was hongjoong. once he does come closer, you vaguely recognize him. he knocks on the window and you nod, shifting to open the door until seonghwa whines.

you pause and then slowly reach to open the door while holding the man in your arms, “hi, you’re y/n?”

“hi, hongjoong.”

he looks down and raises his eyebrows, “glad you put him to sleep, he hasn’t slept in ages now.”

you smile tightly, “i need to go, could you?”

“ah! yeah, i can take it from here. thank you.”

you nod, shifting seonghwa’s head on the seat before getting out of the car. you’re about to close the door but then get reminded of one thing, “hey hongjoong?”

he looks up, “yeah?”

“he gets cold easily,” you point at him. “blanket.”

“got it.” he replies with a smile.

“you’re an idiot.”

“what why?” seonghwa wakes up and hongjoong smiles, “wasn’t i at school? did i faint or some?”

he nods, “fainted in y/n’s arms.”

he waits for seonghwa to realize, watching how his eyes widen and meet his. hongjoong does nothing but shrugs with a smile, standing up by the door.

“the first time i held her, i fell asleep?!”

“she called me by the way, after two hours of you sleeping.”

before hongjoong makes it down the stairs, a gust of wind blows by him. that wind being seonghwa rushing to wear his shoes and running out his house to what he thinks will go to yours.

“what happened to him?” hamin pops his head in.

“nothing, just young love.”

“aren’t you guys twenty?”

seonghwa runs to your place with a grin on his face, biting his lips as he sprinted down the streets just so he could meet you.

when he finally reaches your front door, he falls to his knees, breathing heavily as he barely manages to ring the bell until a ball of fluff runs by his feet. he grins instantly recognizing it as your welsh corgi max, who loves to lick seonghwa’s cheeks.

when the door opens, seonghwa pauses and waves robotically while you watch him with narrowed eyes. he smiles, petting your dog twice before putting him down.

“hi.”

you lean on the doorframe, raising an eyebrow at him and he grins, the one that hides his eyes and you swallow.

he keeps staring until you grab the door, “can i sa-“

and shut it in front of his face, his hand stays in the air still. until you open the door again but this time kneel down to his level, quietly extend your hand to his and he takes it happily.

he feels you drop something and close his hands, “this belongs to you.” you say before getting up and taking a step back as he opens his fist and snaps his head to yours with wide eyes.

“y/n,” he whispers, eyes already watering at the red bracelet you kept in his hands. “it’s yours.”

“it doesn’t,” you smile, “give it to someone one day who you’ll love more than me-“

“that’s the thing,” he cuts you off quickly and grabs your wrist. “i can’t seem to love anyone but you.”

he lifts the bracelet up and places it in your hands, “you’re the owner of this, the only person i can love.”

you sigh out loud, “stop joking around, hwa.”

“why would I joke aroun- wait what’d you say?”

you quickly recover, “stop kidding around, seonghwa.” you continue, “you bet on me, what makes you think you won’t do it again?”

“fuck that,” he says, “what did you say, say that again.”

when you don’t say anything, he grabs your hands and pleads for you through his eyes.

you swallow, “i said, please forget about me. it’ll be the best for us…hwa.”

he says nothing but wraps his arms around your middle and nuzzles into your stomach, “oh i missed you so much, you have no idea!”

you look away, fighting back tears of your own. “then why’d you go? hm? why’d you do all of this and disappear?” you nudge him, “you could’ve never talked talked to me seonghwa, it would been better that wa-“

he rips his hands away from you and stands tall in front of you, you stumble back but he catches you in time. lifting a hand to come up to cup your cheek so you’d look at him.

“you wanna know why i disappeared?” he says and you nod slowly, “because everyday, everyday i was reminded of the type of asshole i was to that one person who showed me the utmost kindest and purest heart.”

he confides as a tear slips down his cheek, “i cried in my room alone everyday, because i let the stupid revenge games lose the one person i held dearly to me.”

he cups your cheeks with both his hands, using the pad of his thumbs to wipe your tears. “my baby, my bookworm and her little windshields, my little butterfl-“ he brushes the tears away.

“i know it’s enough but i’m truly, genuinely sorry for all i made you suffering i put you through but know that i started with bad intensions,” he pauses, “then it became so real, so incredibly fucking real. i miss your face, your giggles, your scoldings, your touches and the cheeky grins you had.”

“i miss your presenc-“

“that’s enough.” you cut him off.

“it’s not, i put you through so much and get all you did was follow what i said blindly- i was wrong, i am wrong but all i can ask for is an apo-“

you cut him off again, but this time by pecking his lips, “you talk too much.” you pull away, “coffee?”

but instead of responding he holds your real tight as if you’d disappear into thin air, crying while hiding his face in your neck.

“we graduate tomorrow- are you planning to stay he-“

“yes.”

there was a promise you and seonghwa had made a while ago, it was to graduate together. and when it finally came, despite the ridiculous events you two went through.

you were finally graduating out of this hell of a university, it felt surreal to feel as if you’ve finally made it. every extra credit you were promised to by mr. rai displayed on the screen as you walked down the aisle to the principal.

“congratulations y/n, you’re one of students who scored the highest gpa’s.”

you smile, shaking the hand of our bald principal and then staring into the crowd, where your parents cheered for you from, the kids you tutored making special appearances and seonghwa’s family waving at you.

and as for that man, he watches you from the graduate seats. a smile on his face because he remembers the promise as if you made it yesterday.

“if you don’t pass, that means we can’t graduate together.”

“that sucks, why would i grad- i’m joking jeez y/n!”

he watches you walk down the stairs until his own turn comes around, hoping that you do watch him grad.

when you spot your parents, you run to them with wide arms as they cheer you on. embracing you while giving you flowers and kisses on the cheeks, then facetiming your grandparents to tell them you’ve done it.

“ah, y/n.” your mother taps your shoulder, “that flower, someone told me to give it to you.”

you frown, “really? which ones?”

“red roses.” she responds with a wiggle of her eyebrows.

you smile, looking at the bouquet and spot a yellow paper tucked in them. you reach to grab it and install it puts a smile on your face.

“congratulations, bookworm.”

“y/n!” you’re smiling until the very moment you’re forcefully pulled into a corner. “hi sorry!”

“what’s.. going on?” you ask, eyeing the crowd of your classmates looking down.

wooyoung steps forward, “look we know we’re terrible people, but for now.” he takes another step forward. “you need to go to room 101.”

“what why?”

“no questions,” hongjoong holds your shoulders from the back and makes you run to the room. “good luck! and we’re all really, really sorry!”

you laugh awkwardly, “yeah, uh no worries.” and then stare at the door waiting to be opened.

you look around and then hesitantly open the door, once you do you realize why they rushed you here. with a smile, you walk down the stairs while holding into your flowers and the grad gown.

once getting closer, you smile when you see seonghwa sitting by the window. quietly taking a seat by him, you look at him who stares out the window.

“hon-“

extending your hand out to him, “hi i’m y/n, mr rai told me to be your tutor, if you remember?”

his lips instantly quirk into a smile and he hums teasingly, looking at you with a playfully glare and then grabs your hand to make you stand. when you do, he opens his legs and pulls you to him so that you stand between his legs.

“congrats baby, we did it.” he says and you smile, shaking his head as he stares at you.

“hi, i’m seonghwa and,” he stands up, pushing you back gently till you hit the wall behind.

“and i’m about to kiss you-“ you squeal when he cages you in his arms and locks his lips with yours, weakening your knees as a pool of butterflies sprout in you.

you both smile in the kiss and he tilts his head to deepen the kiss, not letting any of you take a breath. his arms snake around your waist and he lifts you up, till your feet are slightly hovering in the air.

“seonghwa!” you giggle when he goes down your jaw to your neck, placing open mouthed kisses all over. “as much as i want to hate you, i can’t help but love you.”

maybe that was the trouble of hating him, you think.

his hand reaches to unbutton your head gown, catching you by surprise. he trails one of his hands down in between your legs which makes you whine his name out in the empty classroom.

“i can’t wait any longer,” he whispers, and you clamp your thighs around his hand. “i want you so bad.” and nuzzles his nose down your neck.

he rubs you over your dress as you softly whine, gripping his shoulders while his teeth fiddle with your top’s straps.

“everyone must be looking for us,” you murder and he grins against your skin, yanking your top half down and you gasp because of the cold air.

he gently cups your breasts for you with his warm bigger hands, and you stare at him. “mhm, but i’m looking at you.”

“you’ve looked at me every!” leaning your head on the wall as he pecks your buds. “day! oh my god- seonghwa, we can’t do this hear-“

“you talk a lot, hm? wanna scream for me then?”

you slap his shoulder and he laughs, leaning to kiss you once again. this time softer, gentler but with the same intensity he uses every time.

your gasps and moans get swallowed by his lips as he softly kneads your breasts while his knee moves to your middle.

“someone will com-“

“ssh, look at me, it’s just us.” you raise an eyebrow but it turns into you gasping when he sucks on your skin.

“you know,” he whispers, placing his forehead on yours. “our graduation gift.” he pecks your lips.

“is my favourite.” he pecks again.

“you think our marriage gift will top it?”

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Dean Winchester hates mornings.

It might have something to do with the four hours of sleep that precede them. Or perhaps the lingering memories of dragging a grumpy, petulant 12-year-old Sam out of bed for school when he was still an equally grumpy, petulant kid himself. Or maybe he just isn't wired to handle the early hours.

Whatever it is, Dean Winchester hates mornings.

And yet, he still wakes up early every day.

Drags his ass out of bed with a grumble and a sigh. Keeps his curses as quiet as possible so he doesn't wake Cas beside him. Scrubs at the sleep making his eyes gritty. Shuffles into a pair of pajama bottoms and his slippers with a disgruntled huff, like having to deal with the early morning chill is one of life's greatest inconveniences.

At the doorway, Dean pauses and looks back. Cas is still blissfully unconscious, his breathing slow and heavy and relaxed. The second Dean got out of bed he snagged all the blankets and cocooned himself in them, but by now his hand is out, searching for Dean so he can wrap his arm around him again. When it fails to find him, it curls around Dean's pillow. Cas buries his nose in it and lets out a tiny coo of contentment.

Dean smiles, his heart so full it aches. For just a second, he considers crawling back into bed with Cas. Succumbing to his hatred of mornings and going back to sleep with Cas nuzzled up against him like Dean is his personal teddy bear.

But he doesn't. He shuts the door behind him as quietly as possible and shambles down the hallway.

Dean's not quite firing on all cylinders without coffee in his system, so he bangs his shoulder on the doorway as he rounds the corner into the kitchen, and he swears a blue streak on his way to the sink. He's still grumbling under his breath as he grabs the lid of Sam's shaker bottle from the side of the sink and washes it with as much malcontent as he can muster. Sam always forgets to wash it when he rinses out his bottle, and Dean always has to clean it the next morning so Sam doesn't get yesterday's nasty protein shake crap mixed in with today's. He sets it beside the clean bottle and makes himself some coffee.

It's not long after the smell of fresh coffee fills the kitchen when Sam walks in, bright-eyed and bushy-tailed and wearing running clothes like the health freak he is. "Hey."

Dean grunts in acknowledgement. Words are for after coffee. Sam starts making himself a protein shake without so much as a 'thank you' for cleaning his lid. Hell, he's probably not even aware Dean does it for him.

"Oh, can you do extra spinach in my omelette? Gotta use it up; it's getting kinda wilted," Sam asks on his way out the door, like it's a given Dean will make him an omelette. Because it is a given. Five people in the bunker and someone needs to make breakfast for them all. Might as well be Dean. "And tomatoes?"

"Yeah yeah, have it your way, Burger King," Dean grouses as he pours himself a mug of coffee. He dumps what's left and fills the carafe with more water.

"Awesome, thanks." And then Sam's gone off to do horrifying morning activities like jogging.

Dean, however, is doing something even more horrifying. He fills the coffee maker with pumpkin spice flavored coffee and grimaces. But God help him, Cas loves the stuff. And Dean loves Cas, so he'll make him some freakin' pumpkin spice coffee. Though this is the only point in the entire day when he questions his love for Cas. Just a little bit.

As nutmeg and cinnamon fill the air, Dean chugs his respectable cup of plain ol' dark roast and browses the contents of the refrigerator.

Blueberries. He should use those up too. Dean plucks them, some eggs, some butter, some milk, and all of the stuff for Sam’s atrocious vegetable omelette from the fridge.

Jack comes shuffling in while Dean is mixing up blueberry pancake batter, looking sleepy but chipper. He looks even happier when he sees what Dean’s cooking. “Excellent timing! Chop Sam’s tomatoes for me,” Dean commands before Jack even has a chance to say a ‘good morning!’ or grab some juice. The coffee is finally kicking in and dragging him into full wakefulness, but the patient parts of Dean’s brain don’t come online until at least 9am.

Eileen isn’t far behind Jack, but she takes one look at Dean with his spatula and Jack at the cutting board and immediately backs out of the kitchen. “Sorry! Dunno what you’re saying!” she shouts as she retreats, as if she expected Dean to try calling out orders after her. “I’m gonna shower!” Dean sighs and shakes his head. Probably for the best. She handles produce and a chef's knife the same way she does with vampires and a machete.

“Hello, Dean. Jack.” Cas drags himself into the kitchen with half-open eyes. His sleep-rough voice is adorable. The wild shock of hair standing up on one side, even moreso.

“Mornin’ Sunshine!” Dean croons at full volume, like he does every morning, because he’s kind of an asshole and secretly likes the way Cas scowls at Dean’s energy as he makes a cup of his terrible pumpkin spice coffee.

Cas comes up behind Dean and rests his chin over his shoulder to watch him cook, like he’s too tired to even bother holding up his own head. Dean has to be careful how he moves his arm so he doesn’t burn himself on Cas’ hot mug, but he’d be lying if he said this wasn’t one of his favorite parts of the day. Cas tucked up against his back, sleep hazy and warm from their shared bed, those beautiful blues blinking owlishly as Dean makes food for their family.

“Sure you don’t want any?” he asks, pointing down at the griddle even though he knows the answer already.

“No, too early to eat,” Cas grunts by his ear. “Coffee is enough. It smells delicious though.” He tilts his head down to press a gentle kiss to Dean’s shoulder before he pulls away to slouch down in a chair and finish waking up.

By the time Dean finishes breakfast, Sam and Eileen have filtered in too, completing their packed table. For a brief moment it’s utter chaos as everyone grabs plates of food and cutlery and coffee and juice, but before Dean can blink everyone is settled, chowing down on their breakfast or quietly drinking their awful flavored coffee. Dean lets out a weary sigh and sinks down into a chair next to Cas with his own stack of pancakes. It’s way too early to feel this tired.

Almost immediately Cas tilts sideways until he’s using Dean as a headrest again. "I don't see how you can stand getting up so early," Cas says around a slow sip of his coffee. He closes his eyes in appreciation and hums softly.

Dean glances around the table. At Sam, his overly long hair plastered to his sweaty forehead, scrolling through his phone as he shovels egg white omelette into his mouth like he's starving for it. At Eileen, a pleased grin on her face as her closed fist moves in a circle in front of her, her thumb pointed down over her stack of pancakes. At Jack, watching her intently as she teaches him a new sign, his fork suspended halfway to his mouth until a bite of pancake falls off it and smacks onto the table, making Eileen laugh.

At his family, fed and caffeinated and content, ready to start their days because Dean took the extra time to get things off on the right foot.

"I dunno," Dean says with a shrug as he passes Jack the bottle of syrup. He grins. "I kinda like mornings."

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