#god i cant wait to start class again in the spring

[gyubvlin]

☀︎༄.°LAST FESTIVAL☀︎༄.°─── seungmin x reader x felix

synopsis: When you join the dance club in your final year of high school, you don’t expect to meet the sunshine boy who becomes your closest friend or the quiet one who somehow is comfortable around you. What starts as laughter and late-night hangouts turns into letters, unspoken feelings, and one dance that changes everything.

cw: strangers to lovers, love triangle, angst/comfort, classmates to lovers, violence (fight scene not graphic), mentions of blood, please lemme know if I missed anything!!!

wc: 12.8k its longgggg

☀︎༄.° a/n <3: hi lovelies and to anyone from the stay exchange this is heavily inspired by one of my favorite songs last festival by TWS I definitely recommend it.. god TWS songs are so writeable I swear...cant believe I'm writing over 1k ohemgeeee like you go lailaa... this is for my very lovely friendooo @imbaebi I LOVE LOVE LOVE THAT IM WRITING FOR YOU I hope you enjoy this...sorry for yapping anyway thank you so much @starlostastronaut for hosting this event its such a nice experience... enjoy my babesss ‧₊˚𓆉𓇼

MASTERLIST

“Sorry! My limbs have no sense of personal space!”

Felix bursts into laughter as you nearly fall backward—again—hands flailing like a windmill in distress.

You’re both in the practice room after school, the mirrors fogged with heat and afternoon sunlight.

The speakers blare some upbeat festival song that no one remembers the lyrics to.

You’re drenched in sweat and borderline delirious, but you’re smiling so wide it hurts.

It’s only been five days since you transferred, and somehow, Felix has already decided you’re his favorite dance partner.

Or at least, that’s what he tells you.

“You’re improving like crazy,” he says as you both collapse onto the wooden floor, sprawled out and breathless.

“I tripped over your foot.”

“Exactly. You’ve upgraded from random air to actual obstacles.”

You throw your water bottle at him. He dodges with a wheeze.

From the hallway, you hear the muffled buzz of the other clubs packing up. The sky outside the windows is gold-tinted and hazy, streaked with early spring clouds. The room is quieter now, music paused, just your breathing and your occasional bursts of laughter echoing off the walls.

“Why are you so good at this?” you ask, tilting your head toward him.

Felix smiles softly, eyes fixed on the ceiling. “Been dancing since I was little. When I moved here, the club helped me make friends.”

You nod. You understand that feeling.

He turns toward you suddenly, propping his head up with one hand. “And now you’ve joined, so I guess we’re even.”

You blink. “What?”

“I made friends through dance. Now you’re making friends through dance. See? Even.”

You burst out laughing. “That’s the dumbest logic I’ve ever heard.”

“Is it?” he grins. “Still worked, didn’t it?”

You nudge his shoulder with yours. “Thanks, Lixie.”

He turns bright red at the nickname. “Wait—where did that come from?!”

You’re giggling now, rolling onto your side, hugging your knees. “It suits you!”

He groans dramatically. “Don’t give me puppy treatment, I swear.”

“You are a puppy.”

“You’re a puppy!”

You both descend into a bickering mess again, limbs tangled and laughter echoing through the empty room.

-----

It’s been three weeks since you transferred.

Three weeks since you sat between two strangers in Class 3-B.

Three weeks since Felix smiled at you like you were something easy to love.

Now, he walks you to club after class like it’s habit. No big deal. You laugh with him about everything—how the cafeteria ran out of melon bread again, how your chem teacher says “um” thirty times per sentence, how your shoelace unties itself every time you spin.

You’re still not great at dancing. You still mess up the chorus every time. But Felix never lets you feel behind. He counts out the beats beside you, steps in sync, throws you a wink in the mirror when you get it right.

“Okay, that part was adorable,” he says one afternoon, mid-rehearsal, when you do the wrong move with such confidence he nearly chokes from laughing.

You shove his shoulder, breathless. “Stop! You’re gonna make me laugh again—”

“Good,” he grins, “I like your laugh.”

The words come out so casually that you freeze for half a second. Your cheeks flush. His eyes flick to yours, a little surprised that you reacted.

Then he blinks and gives you a crooked little smile. “Kidding.”

You smile back, but your stomach feels weird. Like it twisted too fast.

Back in the classroom after club, Seungmin walks in to grab a notebook he forgot.

The room’s mostly empty now, the sun glowing low and golden through the windows. You’re laughing at something Felix said again—your heads bowed close together at the desk where you first met.

Seungmin freezes in the doorway.

You don’t see him.

But he sees you.

You, with your hair half-up in a messy claw clip, your uniform wrinkled from practice, your smile wide and unguarded. Felix beside you, one arm draped on the back of your chair like it’s always belonged there.

Seungmin doesn’t know you. He’s never heard you say his name.

But somehow, just watching you laugh like that makes him feel like he missed something important.

Like he’s late to something he didn’t know he cared about.

He clears his throat.

You look up.

Your eyes meet for the first time.

He doesn’t say anything.

You smile.

Not the way you smile at Felix—this one’s smaller, curious, tilted like a question mark. The kind you give strangers who might not be strangers soon.

And before he can stop himself, Seungmin nods.

Just once.

And then he leaves, notebook in hand, heartbeat too loud in his ears.

He doesn’t know why he keeps thinking about that smile.

He doesn’t even know your name.

But that’s how it starts.

Quiet. Accidental.

Like a seed under the soil just before spring.

-----

The day Felix invites you to hang out with his friends is on a Wednesday.

Random, casual, no big deal. He swings his bag over one shoulder as you both walk out of the school danceroom and says

“We’re grabbing snacks at the convenience store. Wanna come?”

You blink. “With…?”

“My friends! The usual guys.”

You hesitate for a second. You’ve heard him mention their names—Jisung, Hyunjin, Chan, Lee know, Jeongin, and Seungmin—but you’ve never met them. Still, the idea of spending more time with Felix (and maybe making more friends) makes your tail -er, heart- wag just a little.

“Sure!” you chirp, “But I warn you, I talk a lot.”

Felix grins. “They’ll love you.”

He’s right.

The moment you arrive at the back of the convenience store parking lot, chaos ensues.

Hyunjin blinks. “Who’s the cutie?”

“I’m Y/N! I transferred this semester,” you say, instantly offering your hand like a golden retriever on espresso. “Are those shrimp chips?? I LOVE shrimp chips. Wait, are you Hyunjin? Your hair looks just like Felix described.”

Hyunjin lets out a laugh. “Okay, I like her.”

Jisung chokes on his drink. “How does she have more energy than... ME?”

You’re already plopping down next to the youngest one, Jeongin, who looks up at you with wide eyes.

“You must be I.N, right?” you beam. “You have the best laugh in school, I heard it in the hallway once. It made me laugh too.”

He goes bright red.

“Oh my god,” he mutters, grinning behind his hands. “You’re insane.”

“We should be best friends,” you decide instantly. “Is this your favorite soda? Cause I literally brought the same one. Is that fate?”

Jeongin cackles. “Felix, she’s me but louder.”

“I told you,” Felix says proudly, flopping down beside you.

You're too busy chatting with I.N to notice the quiet figure across from you.

Seungmin.

He’s holding a can of orange soda and pretending not to listen, but his eyes flick toward you every few seconds like they’re not sure where to land.

You notice him after a minute.

“Oh, you’re Seungmin!” you say, pointing with a grin. “We’ve never properly met, right?”

He blinks. Slowly. “I… guess not.”

You scoot a little closer. “I’ve seen you around, though! Oh, and right, I saw you the other day, I thought you were grabbing something from the dance room. You sit near the window, right? Do you always drink orange soda? ,”

He stares at you.

You wait, eyes wide with curiosity.

“…i guess i do,” he finally says.

You nod seriously. “I respect that.”

Felix nearly snorts his drink. “What kind of conversation—”

“I’m trying to get to know him!” you defend. “He seems emo.”

Seungmin looks away, biting back a smile. “I’m not emo.”

“You kinda are.”

“I’m just quiet.”

“So emo and humble.”

Jeongin wheezes. “She’s gonna eat you alive.”

Seungmin opens his orange soda and takes a long sip like he needs it to survive.

You keep chatting.

He keeps answering. Quietly. Bluntly. Almost shy.

But he doesn’t move away.

-----

It’s strange how fast things fall into place.

One week, you were just the girl who tripped over your shoelaces in dance club.

WeNow, you’re the one who reserves seats at lunch. You’re in the group chat. You share umbrella space with Jeongin, argue about cereal with Jisung, and bring extra hair ties for Hyunjin (I'm reminiscing hyujis long hair don't mind me) just because.

And Seungmin.

Seungmin doesn’t know when it started.

Maybe it was the way you greet everyone like it’s second nature. The way you always smile with your whole face. The way you talk to him, even when he doesn’t know what to say back.

Maybe it’s the fact that you never treat him like he’s “the quiet one.”

You just talk. Like it’s obvious he’ll listen.

“Seungmin,” you say one afternoon, leaning across the table at lunch. “If you had to choose between only eating oranges forever or never eating again—”

“Oranges forever.”

You blink. “Wow. That was fast.”

He shrugs. “I like oranges.”

“Noted,” you hum, scribbling something in your notebook.

“Wait—what is that?”

“Important data. For science.”

He narrows his eyes. “You’re writing down everyone’s food opinions again, aren’t you?”

“I like knowing what to bring for everyone!”

“You’re insane.”

“Don’t act like you won’t eat the peach gummies I’ll give you next week.”

He says nothing.

You smile.

He blushes.

You don’t notice.

But Felix does.

-----

Later that week, you invite Felix over on a Sunday afternoon, casual as always.

“My sister is sleeping, but I made cookies!” you say brightly over the phone. “Come eat them before I do.”

He laughs. “Are you sure I’m not crashing family time?”

“I just told you she’s asleep.”

“You’re the one who needs supervision, not me.”

You grin. “Then hurry.”

It starts easy. Of course it does.

You sit cross-legged on your living room floor with a plate of half-burned cookies between you. Felix takes one bite and chokes dramatically.

“Oh my god—what did you do to these?”

“They’re a little crispy,” you mumble, cheeks puffed.

“They’re charcoal. You tried to poison me.”

“Fine! More for me.”

He grabs another one anyway.

Later, the two of you are sprawled on the couch watching some dumb variety show, your head resting lazily against the armrest, his legs folded under him like he’s been here a hundred times. You toss popcorn at his mouth every time someone on-screen screams. He catches three. Misses two. Laughs the whole time.

And it’s perfect.

Except when you go quiet.

“Y/N,” he says after a while, softer now. “You okay?”

You pause. Then smile. “Yeah. Just thinking.”

“About?”

“…nothing important.”

He tilts his head, gentle. “You’re a bad liar.”

You fidget with a pillow. “I’ve just been… weird lately. In my head, I mean.”

“Like stressed?”

“No, just—” You exhale. “I keep thinking about something. Or… someone.”

Felix straightens just slightly. “Someone?”

Your lips twitch. “It’s dumb.”

“It’s not dumb if it’s bothering you.”

You look at him then, and you really look—he’s sitting so close, eyes so kind, smile so familiar.

He’s always been this way with you. Always laughing, always catching you, always here.

But when you picture that flutter in your stomach—the one that hits you in the hallway sometimes, or when you catch someone’s gaze from across the room—

It’s not Felix’s face that comes to mind.

“…I think I’m confused,” you whisper.

He watches you carefully. “…Is it Seungmin?”

You blink. “…Huh?”

Felix laughs once. It sounds hollow.

“You talk about him a lot.”

“I do?” You say it too fast. Too guilty. You feel your ears go hot.

Felix nods, slower now. “Yeah. You don’t even realize it, do you?”

Your stomach flips. “I didn’t mean—”

“No, it’s okay,” he says quickly. “It’s not—I'm not mad.”

He won’t look at you now. His fingers twist the hem of his sleeve, tight.

“I just thought…” he trails off.

You swallow. “Thought what?”

He smiles. But it’s the kind that hurts. “Doesn’t matter.”

You sit there in silence, the show still playing in the background, forgotten.

You nod, but the guilt clings to your chest like a fog.

When Felix leaves that night, you wave from the door like nothing’s changed. Like you’re still best friends who bake awful cookies and argue about soda flavors.

But when he walks away, his hands are in his pockets. His shoulders are lower. And he doesn’t turn around.

Inside, you close the door.

And find yourself thinking, not for the first time, about the way Seungmin looks when he smiles.

And how rare it is.

And how badly you want to see it again.

-----

Jeongin’s already waiting for you when you get to the roof.

He’s sitting on the ledge like he owns the place, legs swinging lazily, drinking banana milk like a gremlin in gym sweats. He waves when he sees you.

“About time, loser.”

“You texted me three minutes ago,” you say, flopping down beside him.

He shrugs. “Still late.”

You roll your eyes, but there’s no real heat in it. The wind tugs at your hair, and the sun’s still soft enough not to burn. You stare ahead for a while, watching the city shift below the school building.

“Did something happen?” Jeongin asks suddenly.

You blink. “Huh?”

“You’re doing that thing again.”

“What thing?”

He mimics your voice, “‘I’m totally fine, I’m just daydreaming about whether or not my heart’s breaking or if I’m just overthinking again.’”

You shove him with your shoulder. “I hate you.”

“No, you don’t.”

You go quiet. And Jeongin waits. Like he always does.

Finally, you sigh. “I hung out with Felix yesterday.”

“Yeah? You do that all the time.”

“Yeah but… it felt different.”

Jeongin doesn’t respond right away. Just sips his drink and hums.

You pick at the edge of your sleeve. “He was quiet. And I think I said the wrong thing. I didn’t mean to, but…”

“But?”

“I might’ve said something about Seungmin.”

Jeongin freezes mid-sip. “Oh.”

You look at him. “You knew?”

“Y/N.” He gives you a look. “I have eyes. And a brain. Of course I knew.”

You groan, hiding your face in your hands. “It’s not like I meant to say it! I didn’t even realize I’ve been thinking about Seungmin so much until Felix said it—”

“But now you can’t stop thinking about it.”

You freeze.

He says it so casually. So gently. But it slices right through the noise in your head.

“…yeah,” you whisper.

Jeongin nods. Like he already knew that too.

“You know what’s the worst part?” you say. “I’m not even sure how Seungmin feels about me. Like—he’s quiet, and he’s nice, but I don’t know if it’s just polite-nice or Felix’s-best-friend-nice or—”

“Or ‘I’ve been watching you fall for someone else this whole time’ nice?” Jeongin finishes, softly.

You stare at him.

He shrugs. “He gets quiet when you’re around. But not in a cold way. It’s like… he wants to talk. But doesn’t know how. And when you laugh? He looks like it hurts.”

Your throat tightens.

“Of course Felix noticed,” Jeongin says. “He’s not dumb.”

“…I don’t mean to hurt him.”

“I know.”

The wind rustles a paper bag beside you. Your heart feels full and too small at the same time.

Jeongin nudges you gently. “For what it’s worth, I think Seungmin looks at you like he’s afraid to want anything.”

You blink. “What?”

He smiles, a little sad. “That’s how I knew.”

You don’t answer.

You just sit there beside your best friend, wind in your hair, unsure when everything got so complicated.

And why one quiet boy makes your chest ache this much.

-----

There’s something almost dreamlike about the last week of school.

The classrooms feel warmer somehow. Sunlight lingers on the desks longer than it should. Even the whiteboards are still covered in doodles and glitter marker goodbye notes, as if no one dares to erase anything anymore. Not when everything’s already disappearing.

It’s like everyone collectively agreed to pretend nothing is ending.

So instead, they cling to the moments. To each other.

To polaroids and promises and smiles that are just a little too bright to be real.

You’ve been carrying a camera around your neck for days. The little instant one Felix lent you, the one with the pink sticker still half-peeled on the corner.

“You’re not getting this back until I use up every single shot,” you told him.

He smiled, eyes crinkling. “Then make sure I’m in most of them.”

So you did.

Felix laughing, Felix mid-dance, Felix blowing a kiss to the lens like a menace.

Felix standing beside you, arms slung around your shoulder, the both of you sweaty and breathless after practice—something about the way he always looked at you through the corners of his eyes when you weren’t paying attention. Like he was memorizing things you hadn’t even said yet.

And then—

“Y/N! Say cheese~!”

You don’t even notice Jeongin’s beside you until his cheek is smushed against yours and the camera flashes. He’s grinning like a child, waving a tiny graduation gift bag in your face.

You laugh, loud and real. “Give me that photo.”

“Only if you promise not to crop me out this time!”

You take the photo anyway and slip it into your notebook, right next to Felix. Jeongin has become a permanent fixture in your orbit lately—bright, energetic, always giving you little snacks and calling you “puppy.”

Somewhere between the noise and the dancing and the too-loud music, you start to wonder if this is what happiness tastes like.

You don't notice how heavy your bag has gotten until it nearly slips off your shoulder from all the things people have stuffed into it—goodbye cards, little candies, polaroids, stickers, crumpled confetti that someone threw in your hair during lunch.

The school has never felt louder. Or quieter.

“Felix! Look!” you giggle, showing him a blurry picture of you and Jeongin making faces against the windows. “You can’t even tell whose mouth is whose.”

He bursts into laughter and practically folds over. “It looks cursed.”

But in the middle of it all—between your running and squealing and hugging and gift-exchanging—you see him.

Seungmin.

Leaning against the stairwell wall, one earbud in. Camera hanging around his neck. Watching.

He always has that look on his face lately. Like he’s trying to memorize a world he doesn’t quite belong in.

So you walk over.

Because you’re you.

And he’s… quietly everything you never expected.

“Hey, Min.” You grin, poking his arm. “You take good pictures, right?”

He looks up, startled. “Huh? I guess.”

“Good.” You hold out your camera. “I trust you with this. It’s for the memory wall.”

He blinks. “The what?”

You motion to the mural taped up near the lockers—a mess of polaroids, glitter pens, and messages written in five different languages. “You know, like those cheesy Kdrama moments? Everyone contributes one photo. You should take mine.”

There’s a pause.

Then, almost reluctantly, he says, “Okay.”

You hand him the camera and step back a little. “Tell me how to pose. Or don’t. I can freestyle.”

He almost—almost—smiles. “Try standing by the window. The light’s better there.”

You obey with a little hop and spin, hair catching the sunlight. “Like this?”

Seungmin lifts the camera, but his finger hesitates over the shutter. You’re not looking at him. You’re laughing at something Jeongin shouts from across the hall, your whole face lit up with affection.

He snaps the picture.

Then another.

And another.

“You’re only supposed to take one,” you call teasingly.

“You blinked,” he lies.

You skip over and peek at the photos developing in his hand. “You better not have made me look ugly.”

“I couldn’t if I tried.”

The words fall out of him so quietly you almost don’t hear them.

But you do.

You look up. And for one second—just one—you swear something passes between you. Something fragile. Something warm. Something dangerous.

Then Jeongin calls your name again.

Felix throws an arm around your shoulder.

And Seungmin goes quiet, handing you the photos without another word.

That night, you pin one of the pictures to your bedroom wall.

It’s not the best one. Your hair’s messy. You’re not even facing the camera fully.

But your smile is real.

And in the corner, slightly blurred, you can see Seungmin holding the camera—his expression softer than you’ve ever seen it.

You stare at it for a long time.

Then tape it up right beside Felix’s photo.

-----

The day before draduation day, seungmin approaches you. He wants to do a dance with you with the other talents before the sendoff.

“Are you sure?” you ask, breathless, hair stuck to your forehead as you stop mid-twirl.

Seungmin nods, eyes fixed somewhere behind you. Not at your feet, not at your hands, not at the way you just messed up the turn for the third time—just you. Always you.

“Yeah. I asked the student council. They said we could submit a dance performance for the open stage.”

You blink. “But why me?”

There’s a pause. Then:

“I just… thought it’d be nice.”

He shrugs, looking away. “To make a memory.”

That’s the kind of thing Seungmin says a lot lately. Things that sound like simple facts but carry the weight of everything left unsaid.

You nod. “Okay. Let’s make it beautiful then.”

The gym is half-lit by late afternoon sun, strips of gold sliding in through the windows like slow-falling confetti. Dust dances in the air between you, shimmering every time the speaker crackles to life.

“Again?” you ask, hands on your hips, cheeks flushed.

“You messed up the spin,” Seungmin says with a faint smile, tossing you a water bottle.

You gasp dramatically. “Rude. I was ethereal. I was floating.”

“You tripped over your own foot.”

“I was freestyling!”

He laughs—one of those rare ones that slips out before he can stop it.

It bounces off the empty gym walls and lands somewhere inside your chest.

You sip your water and look at him over the rim of the bottle. He’s crouched by the speaker now, fiddling with the phone connected to it, brows furrowed in focus.

He always looks like that—focused. Soft around the edges but quietly burning on the inside. You wonder if he knows how much you notice.

“From the top?” he asks.

You nod.

The music starts again. A slow piano—light, nostalgic. You recognize the song. One of those classic end-of-school ballads, about fleeting seasons and goodbyes no one was ready for.

You step toward each other.

Right hand in his left.

Your free hands hover mid-air.

You begin.

Step. Turn. Step. Slide.

It’s not a complicated routine, but every time you move in sync, it feels more delicate. Like glass.

When he twirls you, your skirt flares out like something out of a high school anime, and he catches your hand again just before you fall.

He always does.

Your hands brush.

Neither of you pulls away.

Somewhere in the doorway, Felix pauses.

He hadn't meant to stay. He just came back to grab his charger.

But the music stopped him.

No—you stopped him.

You and Seungmin, dancing in soft light like something out of a movie that Felix isn’t in.

He watches as Seungmin lifts you slightly in a quiet lift—his hand steady on your waist, yours curling into his shoulder.

You laugh. He laughs back.

And Felix—

Felix doesn’t breathe.

He clutches the strap of his bag like it’s the only thing holding him together.

You twirl again, and he catches the way your eyes crinkle, how your smile lingers longer when you look at Seungmin.

He never knew you looked like that when you smiled.

Not until now.

Felix turns and walks away, quietly.

He doesn’t want to cry.

But he does anyway.

Back inside the gym, you and Seungmin land the final pose.

Breathless. Close. Too close.

Neither of you moves.

You’re still holding his hand. His gaze flicks down to where your fingers touch, then back up to meet your eyes.

Your voice is soft. “That was the best one yet.”

“Yeah,” he says. “It was.”

You’re not sure if you’re talking about the dance anymore.

He leans in—

Your breath catches—

But before anything else can happen, Seungmin blinks like he just woke up.

And steps back.

The air shifts.

“I—”

He turns, grabs his bag quickly, like he's late for something. Like if he stays any longer, he might shatter.

“Wait, Seungmin—what’s—?”

He pauses by the door. Pulls out something from his pocket. A folded letter. Plain. Untitled.

He doesn’t meet your eyes.

“Don’t open it until tonight. Please.”

And then—he’s gone.

-----

The school courtyard is a blur of white button-ups, signed yearbooks, disposable cameras, and cheap cologne. Everyone’s laughing too loudly. Hiding the ache behind “let’s take one more!” and “we’ll still hang out, right?”

You have five Polaroids stuffed in your pocket. Three friendship bracelets on your wrist. And ink stains all over your skirt from people writing messages like “don’t forget me” and “remember physics?? lol.”

Jeongin’s dragging you around with a juice box in one hand and a marker in the other. “You haven’t signed Hyunji’s bag yet. And you still haven’t taken a picture with the math club!”

You grin. “You’re worse than my mom.”

“And yet you love me,” he says with a wink.

You do.

You love all of this.

Even the part of your heart that’s been fluttering in uneven rhythms since Seungmin handed you that letter you still haven’t opened.

“Hey.” A hand tugs at your sleeve. Felix.

He’s smiling, but it doesn’t reach his eyes.

“You look happy,” he says. Voice tight, like he’s trying to sound light.

“I am,” you say, nodding slowly. “Are you?”

“…Sure.”

You hesitate. But before you can say anything more, an announcement cuts through the speaker:

“Everyone, please gather near the gym for the closing dance performance!”

Felix shifts. “That’s your cue.”

You nod again and walk backwards, mouthing, “Wish me luck!”

He gives a small thumbs-up.

And watches you leave with eyes like storm clouds.

Everyone’s gathered, clapping, cheering. The lights dim. The music starts.

You and Seungmin step onto the makeshift stage.

You're nervous—until he takes your hand.

The world hushes.

You dance.

And this time, it’s not just choreography.

It’s everything you never got to say, written in steps and twirls. It’s the way his eyes never leave yours, the way his fingers tremble just slightly against your palm, like he knows this is the closest he’s allowed to get.

The crowd disappears.

It’s just you.

Just him.

Just the weight of every almost that hangs between your shoulders.

Until the final spin.

You land in his arms.

Breathless.

He’s looking at you like he might kiss you.

And then—

A voice cuts through the silence.

“Seungmin.”

You both freeze.

It’s Felix.

He’s stepped forward from the crowd. His fists are clenched. His eyes are red.

“Can we talk?” he says.

The audience murmurs. Teachers try to wave him off, but he doesn’t move.

Seungmin sighs, letting go of your waist. “Felix—”

“You knew,” Felix says, louder now. “You knew I liked her. I told you.”

You stand there frozen, heart in your throat.

Seungmin’s jaw tightens. “I didn’t plan this—”

“Don’t give me that, I thought you were dancing with Ryujin.” Felix snaps, stepping closer. “You didn’t care. You saw us together all year and you waited until the last week to swoop in like a coward.”

The air crackles.

Someone whispers, “Are they seriously fighting over a girl right now?”

“Felix,” you say quietly. “Please, not here.”

But he doesn’t hear you.

He shoves Seungmin.

And Seungmin shoves back.

It’s not cinematic. Not slow-motion.

It’s real. Ugly. Messy.

They stumble across the floor—hands in shirts, fists in ribs.

People shout. Chairs scrape. A teacher yells something.

You run forward, grabbing Felix’s arm. “STOP IT!”

He freezes.

Seungmin wipes blood from his lip, chest heaving.

Felix turns to you—broken.

“You never looked at me the way you look at him,” he says.

And then he walks away.

Seungmin watches him go. Doesn’t follow.

He just looks at you, like he wants to say a thousand things but doesn’t know which one will make it better.

You can’t breathe.

-----

You sit on the edge of the stage, legs swinging over the side, graduation robes bunched around your knees.

Everyone else is outside, laughing, sobbing, taking blurry photos through tears and disposable camera lenses.

You? You’re holding Seungmin’s letter in your hands like it’s a live wire.

You’d forgotten it in your bag. Until now.

But after the fight—after the way he looked at you, then looked away—you had to know.

So here you are. In an empty gym.

With nothing but the echo of music that never finished.

The envelope is creased and soft from being carried around too long. It just says your name on the front. Neat handwriting. Slightly tilted.

You open it.

Inside:

A single sheet of paper, folded in half.

The writing is cramped near the top, like he started small and didn’t expect to keep going.

You unfold it.

And read:

Y/N,

I don’t know when you’ll read this. Maybe tonight. Maybe never. Maybe you’ll find it in your drawer in ten years and laugh. Or cry. Or forget.

I tried so hard not to feel this way about you.

At first, I thought you were just Felix’s new friend. You were loud and warm and always laughing at the wrong parts of stories. You made everyone feel like the main character, and I hated how much I wanted you to look at me like that.

Then you did. Once. Twice. Every day.

You and I... we weren’t meant to be anything, right? Not when Felix got there first. Not when I kept pushing you away.

But you still kept looking at me like I mattered.

That ruined me.

I don’t want to be the reason you lose him. I don’t want to be the villain in anyone’s story. So I’ve stayed quiet.

But this letter? This is mine. Just mine.

And if you're reading it, I guess that means it’s okay to finally say it:

I fell for you.

And I never figured out how to stop.

Please don’t hate me for it. I’m sorry I wasn’t brave enough to say it out loud.

— Seungmin

P.S. You dance beautifully. You always do.

You read it again. And again.

Your hands start to tremble.

And for the first time all day—you cry.

Because he loved you.

And he never let himself want you out loud.

And now… it’s too late.

The hallway lights flicker on outside the gym. Someone calls your name from the distance.

But you don’t move.

You just sit there with the letter in your lap, holding the version of Seungmin that only ever existed in those quiet, unread words.

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It’s been three days.

Three whole days since graduation.

Since the dance.

Since the fight.

You’ve read the letter more times than you can count. Folded and unfolded it like it might give you different answers if you held it at a new angle. But it doesn’t.

And you still haven’t called Seungmin.

Or Felix.

You’re stuck in the in-between.

Waiting for a sign, maybe. Or the courage to admit what you already know.

That’s when your phone rings.

You don’t recognize the number—but something tells you to answer.

“…Hello?”

“Y/N?”

It’s Bang Chan.

And he does not sound happy.

“You busy?” he asks. Not waiting for an answer. “Good. Lee Know and I need to talk to you. We’re coming over.”

You blink, sitting up straighter on your bed. “Wait, what? Why?”

There’s a pause on the other end.

Then another voice joins in—sharp, unmistakably Lee Know:

“Because this isn’t a joke anymore.”

Click.

You stare at your phone, heart pounding.

They’re really coming.

The knock on your door is sharp. Direct. Just like them.

You open it, and there they are: Bang Chan with a baseball cap pulled low, Lee Know with arms crossed and eyes unreadable.

They don’t even wait to be invited in.

“Hey,” Chan says, stepping inside. “Sorry to barge in.”

“No, it’s okay…” you murmur, closing the door behind them. “Is something wrong?”

Lee Know gives you a look. “You tell us.”

You swallow. “Is this about… Seungmin and Felix?”

“Ding ding,” Chan says, voice dry. He sits on the edge of your couch. “You know they almost weren’t allowed to walk at graduation?”

Your stomach drops. “What…?”

“They got pulled into the office that morning,” Lee Know says. “Principal was this close to suspending them. If it weren’t the last day, they’d both have been done.”

You cover your mouth. “I didn’t—I didn’t know.”

“No, you didn’t,” Chan says, softer this time. “Because you’ve been hiding.”

You freeze.

“You knew they both liked you,” Lee Know continues. “Maybe not at first. But eventually, you knew. And you let it sit. Fester. While they ruined a friendship over you.”

“I never asked for that,” you whisper.

“We’re not blaming you,” Chan says, gentler now. “But Y/N… not choosing is still a choice.”

The room falls quiet.

You look down at your hands. They’re shaking again.

“I didn’t know what to do,” you admit. “I love them both. But not the same way.”

Lee Know tilts his head. “Then tell them.”

Chan sighs, rubbing the back of his neck. “We just want this to stop hurting everyone. Including you.”

You bite your lip. “I still have the letter.”

Both of them go quiet.

Then Chan says, “Then maybe it’s time to answer it.”

You haven’t said anything for a while.

Just silence—sitting on the couch with your knees pulled close to your chest, the weight of everything pressing down like a too-heavy coat. The letter in your drawer. The fight in the gym. Felix’s wet eyes. Seungmin’s voice saying, “Open it later.”

You remember the way the polaroid in your pocket crumpled the moment fists flew.

Across from you, Bang Chan leans forward, elbows resting on his knees. He looks older today. Tired in a way that has nothing to do with age.

Lee Know’s beside him, hands still folded in his lap. He hasn’t looked away from you once.

You swallow thickly. “I didn’t think it would get that bad.”

Lee Know scoffs under his breath, but there’s no malice in it. “Of course you didn’t. That’s the problem.”

“Minho—” Chan warns, quiet.

“No, she needs to hear it,” Lee Know replies, then turns back to you, gaze sharp but not unkind. “Do you know how long it’s been since I saw Seungmin cry?”

Your throat tightens. “…No.”

“He was shaking,” he says, voice lowering. “Not from the hit. From guilt. Because he never wanted to hurt Felix. He just didn’t know what else to do.”

“He still doesn't,” Chan murmurs. “Neither of them do.”

Your eyes burn. “I never meant to—”

“We know,” Chan says gently. “You never meant to hurt anyone. But love isn’t innocent just because it didn’t come with instructions.”

You blink. “I didn’t choose—”

“And maybe that’s why it hurts more,” Lee Know cuts in. “Because you didn’t choose. And they did.”

That silences you.

Bang Chan gets up slowly and walks over. He sits next to you on the couch, placing a careful hand on your shoulder. It’s warm. Steady. Comforting in that way only older brothers can be.

“Y/N,” he says quietly. “We love them like family. They’re our kids. And watching them tear each other apart like that…”

He doesn’t finish the sentence. He doesn’t have to.

You feel the tears prick behind your eyes. “I—I didn’t know what to say.”

“That’s fair,” Chan says. “But now it’s your turn. To speak. To feel. To tell the truth.”

“Even if it hurts?” you whisper.

Lee Know stands up, walking to the window. His voice is soft, but firm. “Especially if it hurts.”

“Because this?” Chan says, squeezing your shoulder. “This isn’t what love’s supposed to look like.”

You finally let yourself cry.

And this time, neither of them look away.

-----

You’re standing in front of his door, the letter still folded in your pocket.

You haven’t stopped thinking about his handwriting—shaky at the end. Like his hands were trembling. Like the truth scared him. Like he meant every word.

And the silence between you has stretched too long.

You knock.

The door creaks open slower than your heartbeat. He’s in a hoodie, hair messy, eyes dull like he hasn’t slept much.

“Y/N…?”

You nod once. Your throat tightens.

“I read it,” you say.

His breath hitches.

“And?”

“And I haven’t stopped thinking about it.” You step inside. “About you.”

He backs up instinctively, unsure.

You walk forward anyway.

“When I asked you to dance,” you murmur, “I didn’t know what it meant. But I think… I do now.”

He swallows. “You don’t have to say anything—”

“I want to.”

You close the space between you and gently press your hand to his chest. His heart is racing.

“I felt it too, Seungmin. I think I’ve been falling for a while. I just… didn’t know it until I saw you walk away.”

His eyes soften. So do his shoulders.

“Really?” he whispers.

“Really.”

And then there’s a beat of silence—so full it could collapse. And it almost does.

Until his hand lifts, hesitant, to your cheek.

“Can I—”

“You can.”

And when he kisses you, it’s not urgent or messy. It’s careful, trembling, real.

His lips brush yours like he’s afraid you’ll disappear. Like he’s still halfway in disbelief that you’re here, in front of him, saying yes to everything he never thought he deserved.

You lean in first. He deepens it.

There’s no music, no spotlight, no fireworks—but somehow, it feels louder than any stage.

When you part, his forehead presses to yours.

“You’re really here,” he breathes.

“I’m not going anywhere,” you whisper.

-----

It’s quiet in the park—just the soft hum of the wind and the rustle of someone’s jacket as they shift awkwardly.

You’re standing between them.

Felix on your left, eyes down, fingers loosely twisting the ends of his hoodie sleeves.

Seungmin on your right, stiff posture, arms crossed, pretending he’s colder than he actually is.

No one’s spoken yet.

Until you do.

“Thank you… for coming.”

Felix nods once. “Yeah.”

You glance at Seungmin, and slowly, his arms uncross.

“I wanted us to talk,” you say softly. “All three of us.”

Felix looks at you then. The usual spark in his eyes is dulled, dimmed by everything left unsaid.

“So… are you two…” he gestures vaguely between you and Seungmin, voice quiet.

You meet Seungmin’s gaze, and he takes a step closer, just enough to make it clear—he’s standing with you now.

“Yeah,” he says. “We are.”

Felix breathes out through his nose. It’s not bitter. Not quite sad either. Just tired.

“I figured,” he says. “You two always looked like a movie waiting to happen.”

Your heart aches. You step forward.

“Felix… I’m sorry,” you say, and you mean it. “I never meant to hurt you. I was just—confused, and I didn’t want to lose you.”

He smiles, soft and wobbly. “You didn’t. You never could.”

He turns to Seungmin.

“I shouldn’t have lost it like that.”

Seungmin shakes his head. “I shouldn’t have let it get that far either. I didn’t tell you how I felt because I thought it would ruin things. And I guess… it did anyway.”

For a moment, it’s just the three of you—messy, flawed, and still somehow whole.

Felix’s voice is quiet when he says it. “I missed us.”

Seungmin nods. “Me too.”

And before either of them can overthink it, Felix steps forward and wraps his arms around him.

Seungmin stiffens for half a second—then melts into it.

You smile, tears prickling your lashes as you join the hug, arms wrapping around both.

It’s not perfect. Not clean or easy.

But it’s real.

And somehow, it’s enough.

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[jack-the-lesbian]

[thecynthh]

smartass - M.S pt6

synopsis - matt’s not doing to well with his schooling but is determined to get his degree and pass his classes. one essay which is a huge part of their grade haunts him with a bad mark, luckily y/n is willing to help him NOT PROOFREAD

notes - WARNING mentions of rape and trauma (read at your own risk) disclaimer! i am not a victim of any of the traumatic things that happened to the character in my story so sorry if anything is incorrect. 

a/n - there is the use of tagalog in this part ! all translations will be right here, i thought it would be cute to sorta insert a bit of my culture into my story because im actually really proud of this and i thought it would be nice :) 

TAGALOG KEY

(think about this in a filipino accent or it’ll sound horrible)

pogi - handsome

tita - auntie

kuya - brother

napakaganda niya - shes so pretty

lechon - roasted pork with a very crunchy skin and meaty inside. 

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matt’s pov 

my mind is fuzzy as i start to wake up. taking a deep breath in something so fresh and comforting. i hug a little tighter on my pillow feeing very comfortable with the pillow between my legs and one in my arms. i don’t disturb what’s happening around me knowing it was saturday and i had no plans. best sleep of my life. 

i feel my pillows stir a little, they move and start making noise. i slowly opened my eyes, seeing my clock next to my bed. 9:27 is what i read through my sleepy eyes. my lamp on my side table is still on and my tv has stopped at the end of a brooklyn 99 episode. 

y/n pov 

i try to move my legs, feeling my eyes open up, they widen a bit seeing a familiar pair of boxers. “matt?” i whisper to the man resting his head against mine as I adjust my head and attempt to move myself away from him but his arm goes around the small of my back and pulls me in. 

“just, don’t move right now. you’re too warm to let go off,” matt mumbles as he digs his face even deeper into the pillows that support his head. he was right it did feel pretty good, i allowed myself to just sink into him. last night was.. nice. we talked our asses off while watching brooklyn 99 and god the sex was amazing, matt was so kind and gentle with me. 

“hey y/n?” matt says with his morning voice, groggy and so hot. 

“yes matt” i say into his neck, nesting in the delightful moment. 

“can i take you out on a date?” he repositioned his head to look at me. 

“didn’t you get this a bit backwards? isn’t the date supposed to be first?” a small chuckle escapes my lips while i find humour in the very serious matter. 

“soo, is that a yes?” he asks, i’m welcomed in with his big doe eyes, now i really cant say no.

“yes matt, i’ll go on a date with you.” as soon as the words come out of my mouth he pulls me in even tighter spreading kisses all over my face. i get faint deja vu from last night as the little smooches pepper my face. he finishes with one over exaggerated kiss to finish it off. 

“so how about i take you on that date now?” his face glows underneath the sunlight that floods the room. 

“sure but on one condition, i'm still your tutor and no one knows yet, okay? i’m not telling madi and you aren’t telling nick and chris,” my finger jabs him in the chest. 

“yes i solemnly swear that i will not tell my brothers,” his hand envelopes my finger, he pulls it up from his chest and gives it a small peck before redirects it to my nose. 

“let’s get ready then,” i say sitting up, matt just pretends to be asleep again. “heyyyyyy” i pull at his arm before he springs up scaring me a little. he jumps out of bed to move to my side and pull me up. i swivel my body to face a waiting matt i hold my arms out as he pulls me up. as i get onto my feet my knees give out immediately. my core struggles feeling sore and used. 

“oh baby im so sorry was it too much last night?” matt says with pure sincerity trying to hold me up as my legs give up on me. 

“no i’m okay, just help me?” instead of trying to hold me up anymore he picks me and brings me to the bathroom, he tugs down on my underwear and puts me on the toilet. he goes over to the door, closing it but leaving a small crack.

“just call me if you need help with anything else.” his voice travels through the sliver of open space he’s left in the door. i finished up my business and started to walk out of the door just convincing myself that my entire bottom half doesn’t hurt. i put back in my sweats and grabbed a zip-up sweater and a white wife beater from matt’s closet, leaving my other sweater on his desk chair. 

“okay i’m ready when you are,” i sit down on his bed looking at him as he loops his key ring around one of his belt hoops and pulls me by my arms up into a hug. 

“thank you for last night, and this date, and for just being you” he whispers softly into my ear. 

i immediately reciprocate the hug “matt i wouldn’t have wished for anyone else,” i feel a red flush spread to my ears and cheeks. he pulls away, swiping a loose hair behind my ear and kissing my cheek.

“let’s go before the others wake up, yeah?” i nod and he leads me out the door. 

just after a little bit of driving we make it to a diner that appears to be in a strip mall that looks a bit old. a large rubber duck sign with the words “ducky diner” on it right above the yellow and white overhanging cloth that is just begging to fly away in the autumn weather. 

“i know it doesn’t look like much from the outside but trust me, the family that this is run by makes amazing food.” our hands have been linked together since we exited the car as he leads me into. 

“well, look who finally came back,” an asian woman comes up to us with a slight sway of her hips as she greets us. 

“hi tita!” matt says with a wide smile on his face. 

“ay, you look so pogi” the woman squishes matt’s cheeks between her fingers, i giggle at the sight. “matthew have you been eating enough? look at you, you need to eat more so skinny oh my gosh.” she places her hand on her hip and points her finger towards him while she scolds him. 

“tita grace, i wanted you to meet my girlfriend, y/n” matt says clenching on my hand in a reassuring way while he said girlfriend.

“hello miss ! it's nice to meet you” i say with a beaming smile trying to make as good of an impression as i can. 

“napakaganda niya, good job matthew !” her thumbs up seems very approving towards matt. “oh i bet you guys are hungry, i already have your lechon heating up matt, what would your girlfriend like,” she teases matt a bit by elongating “girl” in girlfriend. 

“just two orders of the lechon please tita, and say hi to kuya daniel for me please!” the woman sways off and matt pulls me to the seating area and we sit down at a simple two seater table. 

“wow you’re so close with the staff here, it’s cute seeing you like this.” i say holding one of his hands over the table. 

“yeah, nick, chris and i discovered this place on ubereats and absolutely adore it.” his head looks down a little as i see his face heat up. 

“so,” i pause before i continue, “i'm your girlfriend now?” his eyes stay glued to mine while i ask him. 

“oh god i hope that was okay, im sorry i shouldn’t be assuming anything.” my grip on his hand tightens a bit while he talks. 

“i am way more than okay with it, as long as you’re okay with being my boyfriend.” he nods excitedly while looking at me. the food comes not long after we finally make it official and once we finish up at the ducky diner matt takes me out to get ice cream. it was a very perfect first date.  

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after being out for a couple of hours we finally get back to my apartment and crashed on the couch. i snake my arm around matt’s torso looking up at him begging for a kiss. “hm? whats up baby?”

“kiss please” i smile as our lips connect. matt places his hand on my waist and pulls me into his lap, my thighs wrap around his as i feel the kiss getting heated. 

i pull back by putting a hand on his chest. “wait, wait, I need to tell you something before this keeps going.” his eyes look up at me in worry. 

“im sorry did i do something wrong?” matt says with a concerned look on his face. 

“no, you’re perfect, it's just.” i sighed, i was hoping i could at least keep this from him for a bit longer but its better if i say it now rather than waste both of our time. “last night when we had sex, it was my first time in a while, because when i was sixteen-” my voice cracks and my stomach drops. 

“when i was sixteen i was a really bad kid, i drank and partied a lot and at a party–” my voice is thick and i feel tears threatening to spill. matt just keeps a firm grip on me, letting me talk. 

“at a party my drink got spiked by these gang kids,” i was slowly losing myself as i attempted to tell my story. “they spiked my drink and i was r-raped.” matt’s finger catches a tear before it can stream any further down my face and just tugs me in.

“y/n, im so sorry, i won’t think of you any differently.” his words are as warm as his embrace around me. 

“last night was the first time i had sex since then. im sorry i didn’t tell you before, i dont deserve you at all. im broken-” 

“no,” matts voice boomed. i felt the vibration of his words in his chest. “no y/n you are not broken.” his hands find my face and look me dead in the eyes. “i will never believe that you are broken, because you are the strongest person i know. you support yourself and work so hard to finish school and help others around you. you are lovely and you are not broken.” his tone was stern but his words were assuring and comforting. 

“come on, stay at my house tonight, please?” his eyes pleaded. 

“ONLY if it's alright with the guys. but yes, i’d love to stay.” matt pulls me in for another kiss, swiping away a loose tear. 

im glad i told matt that night. it would've been a lot more messy if he found out from someone else. 

[upsidedownsmore]

classes starting up again after spring break and oh my god there's barely more than a month to get these projects in finished states oh fuck oh god i'm going to explode this schedule was such a mistake oh my god literally growing gray hairs as we speak

worst part is that i care a lot for most of the school work but im having to choose between which ones to actually put attention into cause i literally don't have enough time or energy in the day to split across everything god i cant wait for summer when i can just relax and focus on my own shit for once cause god that felt so unbelievably good during spring break

[hotluncheddie]

Seasons change, but people don't.

or three times steve asks eddie to stay, plus one time he finally does.

(my entry for @thefreakandthehair 's winter fic challenge! my prompt was "lets just stay here, watch the snow a little longer." and it turned into a lot of Eddie Munson being silly and spans all the seasons. 6.2k)

Ao3

✧*:･ﾟ *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ

Spring 1985 

Eddie feels like his skin is too small. His scalp is prickling and he’s had the worst fucking day, okay? His stupid math and science teachers are in kahoots, he knows it. He’s shit in both their classes and they hate him and have it out for him and there's nothing he can do now. His grades are too low, he cant make it up and they don’t like him so there's no way out. Not charming anyone, no sob story that could save his sorry ass now. He’s not graduating. Again. He has to repeat senior year. Again. 

And the added layer to his shit cake of a day? King Steve wants to buy from him. Today, right now. Oh ho ho is he gonna get overcharged sooo bad. Seeing as eddie has to postpone his wallowing to wait at his stupid little bench in the stupid woods behind the stupid school.  

The spring air is nice at least, a little breeze blowing through the trees and the bench is warm from the sun. He's only been waiting for about 5 minutes before the telltale rustles and snaps of someone coming towards his spot are heard. 

Steve the hair Harrington is here. With his long stupid legs and his stupid jacket and eddie is not! In the mood! 

‘Hey man’ Steve slumps down onto the bench across from Eddie with a sigh and, huh. He looks really fucking tired. Like, if Eddie were his friend he would be seriously concerned. 

Steve is not Eddie's friend.

‘Hey yourself. 30 bucks. Cool?’ Eddie gets the baggie out of his little black lunchbox and holds it out. Steve just kind of looks at it. ‘What?’ Eddie snaps. He doesn’t have time for this.

Steve flinches at his tone and looks at Eddie with his big puppy eyes (yes! Eddie knows Steve Harrington is a pretty boy jock and yes! Eddie has had his little gay boy fantasies about Steve Harrington and no! Eddie is not proud of it!) and ohhh my god Eddie does not have time for this!! 

‘Sorry sorry, yeah man. Here.’ Steve takes out the cash and hands it over, but still doesn’t take the bag. He shuffles around, sticking his hands in his ugly preppy jacket ‘You. You wouldn’t roll for me would you?.. I’ll pay extra.’

Eddie scoffs, god what a day! Now this! ‘Baby never had to roll for himself before? Oh! to be royalty. I don’t have time Harrington, go get one of your lackeys to do it.’ He stands and Eddie knows his voice is icy, that a deal in the woods doesn’t require so much bite but he can’t help it. He needs his shitty fucking day to be over.

Steve's cheeks redden and he picks at the table. Eddie was expecting a rise, that classic king Steve bite back. But he just looks kinda like he’s going to throw up? ‘I can roll. I. I could roll. My um, my hands shake. My hands shake so I can't roll anymore.’ And he looks sad, the puppy dog eyes just timesed themselves by like, 10. 

Eddie melts. He knows his heart is too soft and squishy, his dad always loved to tell him so. 

‘Hand it over Harrington. And change your face, you’re breaking my heart man.’ Eddie rolls his eyes and huffs and makes a big show of sitting back on the bench, like rolling a couple silly little blunts for silly little Steve Harrington isn’t literally going to take him 5 minutes. 

‘Sorry, sorry. Um thanks. Thank you man, really.’ Ugh, he still looks sad and now he looks guilty too! Fuck! 

‘You’re fine man, seriously. Okay? I’ve just had a shitty day, rolling your stupid blunts for you isn’t going to make it worse, promise.’ Eddie flashes his teeth, gets out his spare papers and starts rolling. The familiar movements helping him relax a little. 

‘Okay well, thanks still. Uh and sorry, sorry your day was shit dude.’ Eddie side eyes Steve and watches him scrub a hand over his face. He really looks like shit, how did Eddie only just notice?

‘It's whatever. I’m simply forsaken to haunt the hallowed Hawkins High hallways for another year. A travesty for everyone involved honestly.’ and Steve just squints at him for a second, before breathing out a ‘shit, man’ which makes Eddie bark out a laugh. Maybe this new king Steve is more entertaining than the last one. 

‘You wanna um, like, share? Now?’ And isn’t that a question, smoke up with the hair? Oh if Eddie of yesteryear could see him now.

‘Thanks for the offer your majesty but I have a prior engagement’ Eddie stands again and ignores that Steve looks a little disappointed… Weird fucking day. ‘Enjoy though. hope it helps you sleep dude, you look like you need it.’ Eddie packs up his things, he feels a stress headache starting and he really does just want to go home, play his guitar maybe. Build up the courage to talk to Wayne. 

‘Sure, of course. Yeah, yeah. Thanks.’ Steve grimaces, but the corners of his lips rise a little, in a self deprecating way. It looks real, genuine. It suits him, Eddie thinks, being genuine. 

‘No really, you kinda look like shit dude.’ Eddie can't help it, if he’s given a little he’ll take  a lot. Especially if it’s from pretty boys who don’t look like they’re about to beat the shit out of him. 

‘Get the fuck outa here Munson’ Steve rolls his eyes and is smiling like he's trying not to. Eddie’s lizard brain wants to eat him. Eddie’s Eddie brain still wants to go home, but the pit in his stomach feels a little shallower. He starts to walk backwards out of the clearing.

‘Hey, Eddie?’ Steve is looking at the two neat spliffs in his palm. Eddie slows his steps as Steve glances up at him. ‘Just. Uh. There's a lot worse things out there than repeating senior year a couple times, okay dude? A lot worse.’ And there's a fire behind Steve's eyes that Eddie didn’t know was possible. Intense, brave, harrowed.  

Eddie is frozen for a second, held by this person in front of him. Someone he thought he knew, because Eddie knows how to read people and Steve Harrington was always so simple. But this Steve Harrington? This is new. Eddie's stomach twists. He needs to go home. 

He bows deeply, flourishing his hand and spins on his heel… He might just keep an eye out for Steve Harrington from now on. 

Summer 1985 

This was definitely not what Eddie had in mind when he said he would keep an eye out for Steve Harrington. 

He’s ready to head home for the night, after selling from the back porch of cheerleader Stacy Hofferman’s big ass house. The party was to celebrate the coming school year or something equally asinine. But his pockets are fat with rich kid cash and bummed cigarettes he didn’t need, so theres a fucking spring in his step okay? Sue him.

Steve Harrington is splayed on the front lawn, like a starfish and is humming some, carnival song? Wasted. Maybe a little crossfaded, but he didn’t buy anything from Eddie this time so he hopes the near empty vodka bottle is the only thing coursing through those veins right now. He doesn’t need to add Steve Harrington to his conscience tonight. But Eddie is a curious guy, so he saunters over. 

Oh god. Oh no. Steve’s in shorts. Cut off jean shorts. Plus his hair still looks good, even all sprawled out on the grass. Fuck. Eddie hates him. He's still grappling with the memory of seeing Steve in that little sailor outfit at the mall. Now this! 

‘You gonna sing me a song Harrington?’ Eddie’s sneakers stop either side of Steve's head and he leans over a little. Watches as Steve's eyes try to focus, squint a little before recognition brings a smile to Steve's face, mischief to his eyes. Huh, okay that's new. Not bad, but definitely new.  

‘Daisy bell doesn’t have words Eddie’ Steve fucking giggles at him and okay, yep, yep. Wasted.

‘You got a ride home harrington? Might want to cut the party here, yeah?’ Eddie is a weak weak man and something about his first name coming out of Steve Harrington's mouth lights a little fire in his belly. Ugh. Disgusting. 

Steve's face falls a little and his eyes go unfocused again. ‘Nah, can’t be there right now man. M’ good here.’

‘Outside on the grass? You not gonna try getting lucky tonight king Steve?’ Something about Steve being out here alone doesn’t sit right with Eddie. Sure Steve isn’t as surrounded with starry eyed guys and gals after graduating, and maybe a little before then too. But surely he came here with someone who would be pulling him up and away at the end of the night, keeping some sort of an eye out for him. Not that that person would ever be Eddie, but still. It’s, you know, the principle of the thing.

Steve sucks in a breath that puffs his cheeks out, eyes going comically wide before letting the breath out, slow. ‘Nahhhhh dude, haven’t been lucky for a long time.’ and his eyes go unfocused, glassy in the streetlights. ‘Doesn’t feel the same now anyway, not fun like it used to be.’ Suddenly he looks much older, older than Eddie, older than any 19 year old should. Lost in thoughts that draw great shadows onto the planes of his face.   

His eyes snap back up to Eddie, the fog clearing a little. ‘Think the scoops ahoy uniform killed my chances off already anyway. Lots of good things to come out of the mall being destroyed, I don’t have to scoop ice cream in shorts for one.’  He laughs, a little hysterical, and Eddie kind of feels like he's intruding, like there's a lot more to what Steve is saying right now and Eddie is not privy to any of it. 

Eddie smiles though and shoves his hands in his pockets, pulling out his pack and a lighter, fiddling with them. Steve takes another long pull from the bottle, god that shit smells like paint remover. Eddie can almost see the hangover brewing under Steve's honey skin.

Steve’s looking at him again. Upside down, on some girls' front lawn. And then he sucker punches eddie, out of fucking nowhere. ‘Stay and stargaze with me? Whadayasay Munson?’ his smile is dopey and drunk, he's so drunk. Drunk Steve Harrington just asked him to stargaze. Eddie thinks maybe the rumours about Hawkins being cursed actually might be true. But it's Eddie who’s cursed. Cursed to be confused by pretty jocks who turn out nothing like he ever expected. 

‘Fraid not sailor, for I am Cinderella and the clock just struck midnight.’ Eddie amps up the theatrics, he's nervous. Steve Harrington can’t know how on the back foot he feels right now. Confusing, charming fucker. ‘I can also feel the old lady next door itching to call the pigs and I am not about to deal with their hairy eyeballs tonight. No sir, the summer air is too sweet for that.’ Eddie steps away from Steve, angling his back towards the street. He feels goosebumps rising, even in the heat. He wants to run.

‘You gonna be okay tho?’ Eddie can’t help it. Stupid. Steve Harrington turning his heart gooey for a second time. 

Steve sits up on his elbows and looks at Eddie, eyes suddenly frighteningly clear. ‘You’re a sweet guy Munson. Anyone ever tell you that?’ Eddie shakes his head. ‘My secret then. Eddie Muson, total sweetheart.’ he says it into the breeze and Eddie is set alight at the idea of being seen. Being more than the freak who has the goods so we tolerate him. 

‘Don’t go spreading my secrets now Harrington.’ Going for light but the tightness in his throat won’t let him, it comes out raspy. Eddis backs away to his van, parked at the end of the lawn. Steve just huffs a laugh and flops back down.

From the driver's seat Eddie takes his time lighting his cigarette and changing the tape. But his eyes are on Steve, as he gets up on shaky legs, swinging the nearly empty vodka bottle with him. He stumbles back into the huddle of bodies by the front door. Eddie lets out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. 

Steve Harrinton, full of surprises. Eddie drives home and half hopes to never see him again. Eddie doesn’t much care for surprises.  

Autumn 1986

Eddie shouldn’t be surprised, not now. Not by the Steve Harrington he went to hell with. Who dragged him back into the light. The boy with the nail bat who never seemed to stop swinging, not till Vecna was gone and the gates were locked up tight. Who’s hand still flexes like he misses the weight of the splintered wood, like he wants it back so he can protect the people he loves. Which by some divine intervention seems to include Eddie Munson of all people. 

Eddie shouldn’t be surprised, but he is. Steve Harrington is the single most confusing person Eddie has ever met. He’s obsessed with him. He’s on his way to falling for him. Head over fucking heels fucked for Steve straight boy Harrignton. Divine intervention indeed. 

Steve is waiting for him now, leaning on the hood of the beamer, picking him up after physical therapy, which is still kinda kicking his ass. What with the new colder temperatures making his bones ache and his dick nurse insisting that; no he couldn’t suck himself off before so he definitely won't be able to after, even with all the stretching he’s having to do. What fresh hell am I right? 

Steve is waiting for him, with his stupid long legs and his ugly jacket and the disgustingly fond smile he tortures eddie with because he’s already wrapped in his winter coat. Hood up against the wind because the last, last! Thing Eddie wants these days is to be cold and apparently that amuses Steve enough to look at Eddie like hes a fucking kitten or something. Horrid! 

‘Still a no?’ Eddie is scowling, he knows he is. He shakes his head and Steve's smile just grows a little wider. Fucker. 

‘Come on.’ Steve flicks his zipper and Eddie gnashes his teeth at him. He’s not even in that bad a mood. Steve looking after him sometimes just kind of makes him feel all fizzy, electric. 

It was worse before. Right after. When Steve was coming to visit him in hospital, almost more than Wayne, bringing Eddie things to read and generally being a ray of fucking sunshine compared to the staff and Eddie himself. He would sit with Eddie and Eddie wouldn’t want to talk because everything hurt. He would sit with Eddie and complain about the kids being annoying, bitch about his parents being the worst and bemoan the fact that he needed to find a new job ASAP and really didn’t want to get another shitty retail one. Wanted to find something he was really good at, maybe help people, look out for them the way he did Dustin and Robin, be something that was all him. 

And Eddie? He ate up every bitchy, snarky, earnest moment of it. Got to know Steve Harrington that was equally everything and nothing like who he had met before. But the real fucking cherry on top? Eddie talked too, just as much once he started healing. Talked to Steve with and about Wayne, his shitty Dad, how much he loves metal and Dungeons and Dragons, how all he thinks he’s ever really wants to do is tell stories that make people feel a little less alone. 

They talked and Eddie went and ruined it by letting his heart run away with itself. Fucking swan diving right off the ledge named ‘totally normal none gay feelings about Steve Harrington’ and into the pool of regret that is ‘I want to kiss him, I want to kiss him. Please God let me kiss him, it’s me again Eddie Munson.’ Pathetic. 

So sometimes, when Steve is being just lovely, picking Eddie up. Eddie’s blood boils in his veins and his scarred skin buzzes with the tension of not being able to hold Steve’s hand across the gear stick like he so desperately wants to. 

Eddie doesn't even have the energy to comment on Steve playing The Cure, making fun of him for letting Jonathan rub off on him too much lately (the four (+Argyle) of them hanging out regularly to smoke up). Instead, he internally makes fun of himself for feeling actually personally attacked by how relatable and familiar the whiny, lovesick lyrics sound. The sky opening up into a downpour just adding to the mood, pathetic fallacy up the wazoo today, apparently. 

But Steve is talking to him so of course Eddie listens, because it's Steve and Eddie is what? Pathetic. That's right. 

‘And then Dustin went on this whole spiel about how I should really be thanking him for everything he does. All the advice he gives me, that I did not, actually, fucking ask for. Can you believe the gaul of that kid Ed’s?’ and Eddie laughs at Steve because actually yes, yes he fucking can. 

‘Maybe we should go full revolt and tell Mrs. Henderson about it, really take him down a peg. She’s basically adopted you, she'd take your side for sure Stevie.’ Steve nods at the idea but he’s still scowling because getting wound up seems to be his go to reaction for most things, being vaguely annoyed is his default. Eddie is not happy to admit that this is something he also finds attractive about Steve Harrington. Did he mention he was pathetic? 

‘Well before that you talk some sense into him will you? He’s demanded I drive him over here tomorrow to hound you about something or other, don’t know what, he’s being all cagey and secretive about it. The little asshole.’ Steve is pulling into the dirt road driveway where Eddie and Wayne’s new little house sits. Just big enough next to the check and paid medical bills to make that NDA look actually very tempting to sign, yes, thank you, here was it?

Steve parks and the rain beats down on the roof, Eddie shifts to look at Steve's still grumpy face, grinning. ‘You coming in? We can brainstorm, get the little butt head to stop meddling and start respecting his elders. Or you know, we could get high.’ Steve's face morphs into that little smile again, the one he tries to hide, like he's fighting to stay grumpy. Eddie wants to bite him. 

Steve's face shifts again and what comes out of his mouth shifts Eddies very being into the fiery pits of despair. At least that’s what he would say if he was unhinged, which he is not. Not. One. Bit.    

‘Can’t man, I have a date.’ Steve waggles his eyebrows a little and Eddie feels his grin dim. The remaining smile stiffens. His face like wax. 

‘Oh. Well. I won't keep you then. Go get 'em tiger and all that jazz.’ Eddie knows it comes out weird, like he’s annoyed and upset. Which he is. But he knows he absolutely shouldn’t be. He just can't help it. Fuck!

Steve is looking at him, he looks all worried and confused. Of course he's confused, no reason for Eddie to act the way he is. Act like a freak. Eddie needs to get out of here. Save them both from the weird ass vibes his treacherous heart has caused.  

Eddie twists for the door. ‘Hold on Eddie, wait with me till the rain stops yeah? I’ll keep the heater running.’ Steve reaches out, hand on his shoulder. Eddie looks at his hand gripping the door handle and wishes. Wishes he could turn around and make a joke, say thank fuck because he doesn’t want to look like a wet rat from the rain, ask steve about the girl, maybe make fun of him if it seems like the really likes her. Anything. Wishes he could just be normal. Normal about Steve Harrington.

But he can’t. Steve has a date and Eddie’s heart hurts. 

‘I gotta go Stevie, enjoy your date.’ and Eddie steps out into the rain, jogging over to the front door, already sodden. He unlocks it and steps inside, doesn’t look back once. Leaning against the closed door he slides down into a crouch. He’s in love with him. Fuck.

Winter 1986 

‘Stevie? What the fuck?’ 

Eddie was expecting a night alone. It was the day before Christmas eve and Wayne had gone out with some work buddies. Steve was having some fancy dinner with his parents, Robin’s with her Grandma and the party had plans to all meet and celebrate here tomorrow. So, Eddie was going to sit and stare at a wall. Said wall was going to magically help him work up the courage to maybe kiss Steve’s cheek under the mistletoe that Robin had threatened him with. She knew all about his hopeless, disgusting crush on Steve and seemed to be reaching the end of her patience for Eddie’s chicken shit confession skills. 

The plan so far consisted of some amalgamation of making a big joke about it, throwing up before and after or maybe just staring at Steve until he gains the ability to read Eddie’s mind. In other words, the wall was giving him nothing apart from the urge to bang his head against it. 

The worst part of it all though? The devastating, world shattering part? Is that Eddie’s grubby little brain was starting to think that he might actually have a chance. Because Steve has been.. a little different lately. And while Robin has confirmed that he has not made any of these memories up in some kind of horny Steve Harrington fueled haze, she has also not explicitly told him whether Steve would actually be interested in dating a guy. So Eddie continues to torture himself with memories. 

Memories like when Steve got the new Wham! Record and started asking if he should try growing out his facial hair because ‘it looks really good right Ed’s? With the earring too? Think I could pull it off?’ and then blushing when Eddie said ‘He is a good looking dude… you do kinda look like George Michael, so, I guess?’ because Eddie is trying okay? Feeling the waters that are coming out to Steve. Him blushing seems like a good sign. Right? (Robin had rolled her eyes very hard at this story and Eddie had not appreciated the attitude.) 

Or at movie night last week Steve purposefully squished in next to Eddie, making Jonathan move further down. Before like, stretching and putting his arm along the sofa behind Eddie. But halfway through his arm was more, around Eddie's shoulders? And Steve was maybe, maybe twirling a strand of Eddie's hair through his fingers… 

There was also maybe the fact that Steve had started staying the night a lot more lately. He did a whole lot before too, but now it feels a little… different. He’s not just there because he’s a biblically accurate angel who helps Eddie change his bandages when Wayne has to work. Or because Eddie smoked him out too hard and he couldn’t drive home. Or even because he has to pick Robin up in the morning and her house is closer to Eddie’s now. No, now it almost feels like Steve stays the night in Eddie’s bed, with Eddie, because he wants to. 

God, Eddie wants to barf on himself for even thinking that! But Steve just, doesn’t go home. Instead he shuffles in beside Eddie, in borrowed sweats and having used the toothbrush that’s Steve’s in the bathroom. Snuggles down into Eddie’s pillows and slings a leg over both of Eddies. He’ll look all sleepy and soft and mumble out ‘night Ed’s’, like it doesn’t make Eddie want to clamber on his roof and howl at the moon. 

Eddie is busy replaying these moments in his mind like the most depressing, angsty, pining VHS tape. So, hearing the walkie Dustin had given him crackle from under his bed, well, it makes Eddie near jump out of his own skin. 

‘Shit. Shit. Hello? Um, hello? Over.’ Eddie’s hands are shaking as he fumbles with the walkie. He’s barely used it since everything ended, much preferring the telephone like, you know, most people! 

‘Hi, um, hey Eddie..’ Steve’s crackly voice could be heard through the little speaker. Eddie stands up, taking a calm down lap of his room, his heart still beating fast. ‘Stevie? What the fuck?’ 

‘Sorry, sorry, this is dumb, sorry. Sorry I’ll, I’ll just go.’ Eddie peeks through his bedroom curtain. Steve, illuminated by the dash light in the front seat of his car, is on the front drive and Eddie can see the walkie gripped tight in both hands. Steve rocking slightly. 

‘Oh Stevie.. Come in sweetheart, why are you still outside?’ Eddie’s voice is putty soft because something is wrong. All his fears have been switched for concern as he descends the stairs to the front door. Ripping it open to find Steve with his hand raised ready to knock.

‘Hi’ Steve’s smile is sheepish but Eddie can see his eyes are rimmed red like he’s had the shittiest fucking night. And now he’s embarrassed? Fuck that!  

‘Come in, come in come in. Sit down Stevie I’ll get you some tea.’ Eddie putters around the kitchen, making tea as efficiently as possible to not keep Steve waiting, but also wanting to give him time to settle. 

He was expecting Steve to be sitting on the couch, but Eddie finds him by the big bay window that looks out over the small backyard and further fields. It’s a nice view and the space is already set up with some blankets and cushions: Eddie likes to read here. Fat snowflakes have begun to fall outside. Steve has a blanket draped over his shoulders, he’s facing the window but his eyes seem to focus on something a million miles away.  

‘Here. Take this doll, it’ll keep you warm.’ Eddie hands over the steaming mug and Steve cradles it in his hands, giving Eddie a ghost of a smile. 

‘Penny for your thoughts?’ bumping shoulders with Steve he waits. Looking at Steve's profile in the soft lamplight. There are ghosts in his eyes and a tension in his shoulders that breaks Eddie’s heart. His brave friend Steve.    

‘I just.. Do you ever feel like you weren't made for the real world? Ugh this.. I dunno what I'm saying.’ Steve runs a hand over his face and looks embarrassed. Eddie wishes he could just get it, understand without words so he could help, but life doesn’t work like that. He waits, taking Steve’s hand in both of his. The corners of Steve’s mouth twitch and he looks at their joined fingers. Eddie watches as he takes a deep breath. Eddie thinks he’s beautiful. 

‘Its, it's just. When we were there, in that. When all that happened to me. Obviously it was horrible. Terrible. But, for a little moment? I liked it. I liked having a role, a job to do. I knew the stakes and I knew that the only, only important thing was keeping everyone alive. There was nothing more important than that.’ Steve is looking out of the window again. His eyes are fiery and raw. Eddie so often forgets how much Steve has seen, has been through. 

‘All my life I've been told what’s important and what to care about. Which ended up being a lot of not caring or only caring about really really unimportant stuff. And I just can't do that again. I can't be what my parents want. My fucking, my Dad man, it’s never enough, watever I do. He made that fucking clear tonight.’ He grimaces and Eddie hopes he never meets Harrington senior because he’s getting decked and Eddie thinks he’s finally on Hopper’s good side so maybe that’s not the best idea. Although, he thinks he can make a pretty good case for himself.  

‘I don’t think I can be what anyone wants. Guess I just dunno who I really am. Never have never will… But for a second in that hell, I was somebody. Maybe somebody. And now it's out here again and everyone has all these dreams. And I'm so so happy for them because you all can do anything. Every one of those kids has such a bright future. But I dunno how to do it, Ed’s. I hate it. I dunno how to live as just Steve anymore.’ Steve’s eyes have filled with tears and the hand Eddie’s holding trembles slightly. Eddie lays a soft kiss on his palm. 

‘Steve Harrington you are so good.’ Eddie steels himself to look directly in Steve's eyes, making sure he understands. ‘You are free. You are free and that means you can do anything you want. Anything. Doesn’t matter how long you take to figure yourself out, or work out what it is you need. There are no rules okay? None, and anyone who tells you differently is lying. Especially if it’s your cunt dad, okay?’ Steve's pretty pink lips part and his cheeks are rosy, he really looks like he's going to cry. He also looks like that brave boy who swung a bat at the devil. He’s miraculous. 

‘The ‘real world’ doesn’t exist and most of the expectations people have are bullshit. I should know, I don’t think I’ve ever done one thing that was expected of me in my whole life, honey. Guess you’re just a freak like me.’ Eddie grins with all his teeth. Steve's mouth opens and closes a couple times, eyes wide. Before he’s looking down at his lap and smiling, a few tears spilling out and dropping onto his jeans. ‘Your role is to be you Steve. Nothing more, nothing less. People love you for you, not for what you did, even though it was fucking incredible. They’re alive because of you but they love you for being you.’ Eddie takes a deep breath and swallows the ‘I love you’ on his tongue, not tonight.. But soon, he’ll do it soon. Pinky promise. 

Steve has let more tears fall and he’s looking at Eddie like he's special. ‘Okay?’ Eddie squeezes their hands and Steve nods. ‘Yeah, yeah I’m. It’ll be. I’ll be okay.’ But Steve’s face crumples up again with a small choked sob. He sets down the mug heavily on the floor and covers his eyes with his forearm, folding in on himself. Succumbing to it all for  a moment. Letting himself cry.

‘Oh Steve. Tell me what you need, baby.’ Eddie holds their joined hands tighter and tries to suck up all of Steve's sadness through the skin of his palm. Steve sniffs all snotty and rubs at his eyes with his sleeve. Before, finally, looking at Eddie with his pretty brown eyes and his dumb hair and his moles. Eddie’s heart feels loud but Steve's tear stained face looks more calm than he’s seen for a long time. His brave, beautiful, miraculous friend Steve. 

“Let's just stay here, watch the snow a little longer." Steve says it softly, the moment feels like glass. The two of them in a snowglobe, safe on a shelf. Together. 

‘Of course Stevie. As long as you want. I’ll stay.’ Eddie means it, in his bones, he wants nothing more than to stay in this moment a little longer. Steve asks Eddie to stay and Eddie knows now that he never, ever wants to leave again. 

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Morning light filters through the blinds and Eddie shifts, consciousness swimming in that slow way only deep deep sleep can bring. He feels breath on his neck, the weight of an arm over his chest, a hand on his heart, socked feet tangled amongst his bare ones. 

He had taken Steve’s hand last night, after they’d watched the snow leave a blanket over the view from the window. After Steve's tears had dried and his eyelids had begun to droop. He’d lead Steve upstairs and they laid down together, wrapped in eachothers arms. Steve had fallen asleep first and Eddie let himself have a secret selfish moment where he stared down at the boy in his arms. Thought about how much had changed, but how, actually, the Steve in his bed had always been the Steve he knew, he just wasn't ready to see it yet. 

Eddie is looking at him now, there's sleep crusted in his eyes and drool on the pillow and Steve's hair is sticking up in an alarming number of angles. He’s so ugly and soft in the mornings. It makes Eddie feel good. Happy. 

They laze in bed, waking up slow and taking their time before starting the day. Eddie is on his back staring at the ceiling and Steve is leaning up on one elbow so he’s looking down at Eddie. He's staring. Eddie is trying to be very cool and calm about it. Very cool. Very calm. That's right!

‘Oh shoot.’ Steve snaps his fingers ‘I um, forgot your present at home, kinda left in a rush. Sorry.’ He looks genuinely sorry. Eddie doesn’t really care, because just having Steve here is gift enough. Yup, that's how Eddie Munson feels. It’s gross, he knows. 

‘Guess I’ll have to end it all then’ Eddie says with a casual shrug. Steve snorts and shoves him like he doesn’t find Eddie's dramatic’s hilarious. 

‘I do have something I can give you now though. A gift of sorts.’ Steve taps a finger to his chin and looks so mischievous. The light from outside hits the back of his hair so it glows, like a halo. Eddie wants to kiss him so bad. Kiss the angel boy in his bed. Shit.

‘It better not be a wet willy. Toby Hamelton gave me one once in the fifth grade and I literally punched him in the face on reflex Steve it was so fucking gross.’ Eddie knows he’s rambling but it’s the only way he won’t kiss Steve right now. Right on his pretty pretty pretty face. 

Steve smiles at him so softly, so sweetly, like Eddie isn’t being super weird right now. Smiles at Eddie and leans in, ghosts his mouth so so close over Eddie’s, looks into his eyes. Eddie’s breath hitches and he can’t move but he swears he feels his pupils dilate. 

Steve must see it too, because he closes the gap. Eddie’s eyes slide shut and his hands and feet tingle, there are fireworks going off in his ears and his lips fizz and he’s overwhelmed in the best possible way. 

He’s kissing Steve Harrington. Eddie Munson is kissing Steve Harrington. Steve Harrington is kissing Eddie Munson. 

Eddie pulls out of the kiss with a tiny gasp ‘You didn’t suddenly gain the ability to read my mind did you?’ Steve looks so perplexed, eyebrows furrowed and lips in a little ‘o’, staring at Eddie’s mouth. He gives a small shake of his head. ‘Okay good, good yeah. Good.’ 

Eddie goes back in, lifting a hand to Steve’s jaw, holding him softly while he sucks on his bottom lip. Steve is good at kissing, Eddie thinks he could write a whole album about this kiss alone. Maybe he will. He feels like he can do anything! Maybe he’ll kill God later, after breakfast. Why not? Ha! 

They break apart for breath and Steve's pupils are blown wide, Eddie wants to drown in them. He feels giddy, maybe a little hysterical. ‘You know, before you came over yesterday I was working up the courage to kiss your cheek under the mistletoe.. Which seems super lame and embarrassing now that I think about it. Forget I said anything actually. Yeah, uhm so... Anyway, thank you. For. For the gift.’ Steve is loosing romance points for every stupid word he lets Eddies say. 

‘That is pretty lame dude’ Steve smiles sweetly and Eddie knows it's lame and Steve is probably joking but he doesn't need to to be told that right now. Nasty boy… Also.

‘Dude? You sully this rapturous moment, nay my very existence! By calling me dude?’ Is that normal? Do people do that after they kiss? Surely Steve doesn't call girls he kisses dude. Oh no, Eddie’s spiralling. This is a spiral.

‘Eddie’ Steve tries but Eddie’s brain is filled with static. Eyes boring holes in the ceiling, hands flailing. 

‘Steve Harrington kisses Eddie Munson and calls him dude, well I never!’ The gaul! The gumption! The audacity! 

‘Eddie!’ Steve places his hand on Eddie’s cheek, turning it so they're looking into eachothers eyes. 

‘Yes?’ Steve is so pretty and his palm is so warm.

‘I really really like you Ed’s’ and Steve must be able to read Eddie's mind because those words are like a balm on his soul. He feels his cheeks dust pink, all the fears and embarrassment float. Steve likes him back.

Leaning back onto his elbow Steve looks back down at Eddie on his back. The same as before but so so different. ‘Happy Christmas Eddie’ Steve's smile is dopey and perfect and this is the best Christmas ever.

[fuckingarataswespeak]

Let me tell you about my morning

Ok so a few facts to start off with:

I really like maths (I'm not a whiz but I really enjoy it)

My phone never dies, I always make sure it is charged

I just graduated secondary school (highschool) and in ireland you have to sit tests at the end of school called your leaving cert which is your entire grade that gets you into a college

I did an alternative leaving cert course these last two years called the leaving cert applied (LCA) which is like a practical (and easy af tbh) version of the leaving cert, which does have exams at the end of the school, but is mostly consisted of projects throughout the year which gets you your credits

Because I really like maths, I was losing my mind in the LCA maths class, as it was literally so so so easy I wanted to explode, so my year head and course coordinater told me that i could take off certain LCA classes in order to do maths with the mainstream leaving cert

I was asked if I wanted to sit the mainstream leaving cert maths exam and I said yeah, since I had basically spent a year teaching myself the course (i only got to got to a couple of the maths classes a week so i mostly just studied for fun in my free time) but then I was told something along the lines of "no actually you cant sit the maths exam because blah blah blah stupid ass reason" literally like 2 days before exams started

The maths exam is split into 2, Paper 1 and Paper 2, each done on different dates.

Ok NOW we get into how my morning started off like.

I had no exams today so I was sleeping in like a normal person on a free day. I wake up to hearing sharp knocking on my front door. I am not clothed, as it was a warm night so i go "nah, fuck this" and go back to sleep.

The knocking happens again, and my brother goes down to answer the door. I hear someone talking to them and saying to wake me up in an urgent voice, so I spring out of bed and throw some clothes on.

I go downstairs to see 2 teachers from my school outside my house going "ABBY QUICK GET IN THE CAR YOU CAN SIT THE MATHS PAPER 2 EXAM!!!! IT STARTED AT 9:30 BUT IF YOU GET THERE BEFORE 10 YOU CAN STILL TAKE IT" (it was like 9:50-ish at this point)

One of the teachers was my school chaplain (Ms X) and the other was the one that helps organize the exams (Ms Y), both very lovely ladies. Ms Y goes "ABBY I RAN A RED TO GET HERE, I'VE NEVER RUN A RED IN MY WHOLE LIFE", and then ms X added "Yeah and she screamed FUCK while she did it"

So i grab my bag and hop in the car and

my god we

ZOOMED

there.

This woman who seemed like normally a very sensible driver broke SO MANY LAWS to get me there.

She ran 3 red lights. She wasn't "pushing the yellows". These were fully red lights she went through, at definitely speed limit breaking speeds.

Ms X jokingly asked if I wanted her to pray and i was like FUCK IT yeah sure and so we all started praying that my exam would go well and that we wouldnt be pulled over by the guardaí, or alternatively, die on the way there.

When we got the the school my vice principal was waiting for me and he opened the car door and i was told to leave my bag and we ran up the stairs together, and i got in just in time.

When i got out, made my way home and checked my phone after I charged it, I saw almost my entire family as well a bunch of staff members had been texting and ringing me to wake up for the exam

Anyways, as for how the exam actually went? It wasn't bad! I definitely did the very best I could've, considering i hadn't taken my adhd meds, I hadn't studied for like over a week for it, hadn't had breakfast and nearly lost my life on the way over

Anyways that was one of the most intense and fun mornings of my life



[bigassnocash]

Hopeless Romantics

HiHo friends! I mostly wrote this piece for @iaminlovetomhollandmarvel because she's like my one consistent reader. Once again, I'm still fairly new to writing so please be kind, and send in requests for any characters and actors/actresses you want and I'll write for you! I also used writing prompt 707 from @creativepromptsforwriting and its highlighted in bold, there is also a Sylvia Plath poem in here!

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"Hey Y/N, what're ya doin?" Arvin asked as he walked up to you as you sat reading on the steps outside of the school.

"Not much, just sittin' here enjoyin the warm weather. What are you doin' Arvin?"

"Well you looked pretty lonely over here, so I was thinkin I could keep you company but I can go if you want."

"I don't mind, come sit down I promise I won't bite."

As he sat down next to you he linked his arm with yours to see how you'd react. When you didn't pull away he scooted closer to you, to the point of being able to see over your shoulder.

"Y/N L/N what on Gods green Earth are you reading?" he laughed at the content you were consuming.

"If you must know, nosey josey its a romance book," your cheeks started turning red with embarrassment as he laughed.

"I don't know much but I do know one thing; people do not talk like that on dates."

"I wouldn't know, I've never been out on a date before," you turned your head away feeling shame. 17 years old, and never been out on a date while some girls in your class were out here getting married.

Arvin felt bad, he did know that you didn't go out much but he figured that the most beautiful girl he's ever seen would've been asked out at some point.

"Thats about to change. C'mon Y/N get up, I'm taking you out on a proper date," he offered his hand to help pull you to your feet.

"Arvin are you insane, what would even do?"

"Anything you want. We could go to dinner, a movie, we could go to the library, I could get a picnic together really fast and go to the lake, we can go skinny dipping," he winked at you.

"Skinny dipping is a third date activity young man, I think you know this," you shot back at him matching his cheeky smile, "I wouldn't mind a picnic by the lake, I just need to stop by my house and tell my momma where I'm goin."

"Your carriage awaits m'lady," he help open the car door for you and helped you in.

"Before we do this I need to know, why are you doing this Arvin?" you asked him, very worried about getting hurt.

"Cause its Friday night and I'd rather spend it with the prettiest girl in school than at Church with Lenora."

An hour later after you dropped your stuff off at home and got a picnic and blanket you and Arvin were sitting by the lake looking out over the water.

"Y/N will you please read your book to me? 'ts just I've heard you read in English and I really like your voice. Please?" he was so kind and quiet that there was no way you could deny him of this.

"I won't read you my book but I'll read you a poem, how's that?" he nodded happy with the trade off. As you pulled your poem book out of the small bag you packed, he laid down in your lap looking up at the sky.

"This one is called Mad Girl's Love Song by Sylvia Plath.

"I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead; I lift my lids and all is born again. (I think I made you up inside my head)

The stars go waltzing out in blue and red, And arbitrary blackness gallops in: I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane. (I think I made you up inside my head.)

God topples from the sky, hell's fires fade: Exit seraphim and Satan's men: I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I fancied you'd return the way you said, But I grow old and I forget your name. (I think I made you up inside my head.)

I should have loved a thunderbird instead; At least when spring comes they roar back again. I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead. (I think I made you up inside my head.)"

Arvin stared at you in awe. He had never felt feelings like this before. In the moments that you were reading to him everything felt right, as if you wrote the poem for him.

"Y/N that was absolutely beautiful," he gushed to you.

"Aww you don't mean that, now c'mon enough with all this gushy stuff. Its hot and i want to cool down with a swim."

"But we dont have our swimsuits and I thought skinny dippin was a third date activity miss," he was getting real cheeky now.

"Thats very true, but I wear undergarments, and those cover the same amount skin that a swimming suit do. Arvin, do you wear undergarments?" you asked as you started to unzip your skirt.

"You sure about this?" he wanted to go swimming with you more than anything but he didn't want you to feel uncomfortable.

"I've never been more sure about anything in my life Arvin." you were completely undressed, except the matching bra and panty set you were wearing. Arvin was awestricken with you. "Hurry up, I want to swim and your taking forever."

In record speed he took off his jeans and shirt, grabbing your hand and running into the water with you. You guys splashed in the water for a long time, well into the night. At some point you guys just floated, side by side holding hands. No one had ever made you feel the way Arvin did, like you mattered.

"Y/N your shivering, let get you dried off," he helped you onto the shore and wrapped a towel around and rubbed your shouders. "Heres the keys to the truck, you can changed in there. 'm gonna go into the woods to give you some privacy." he truly was the sweetest boy.

Once you both got changed and were sitting in the car, he asked you something you never thought he'd ask. "Will you dance with me? I can turn up the radio and we can dance outside." you nodded your head and lept out.

He took your right hand, in his left and wrapped your left arm around his waist. He placed his right hand low on your back yet high enough to still be respectful.

"Arvin, real talk and I want a real answer from you this time. Why did you ask me out tonight?"

"I asked you out because I've been infatuated with you, but i was never sure to liked me back so I started to flirt with you."

"What? We barely even spoke before today, how did you flirt with me?"

"I mean, I looked at you... sometimes you looked back."

"Arvin I don't know what to say, you could've talked to me."

"I wanted to, so badly Y/N its just that... I didn't want people to get the wrong idea about you because you deserve the whole world and I cant give it to you and people say I'm dangerous and I swear I'm not I just don't wan-"

you cut him off with a kiss. An earth shattering, mind blowing kiss. his lips were so soft and molded perfectly to yours, and he could taste the cherry chapstick you always wore. It lasted forever it felt like. When you both eventually pulled apart he rested his head against yours. "Woman if you keep doing that you're gonna kill me."

"I hate to ruin this absolutely perfect first date but, its past my curfew and I have to be home," disappointment clear in your voice. "All good things must come to an end eventually I suppose."

The whole way home, you didn't leave his side. He even walked you to your door and kissed you goodnight. "Can we go out again tomorrow, ya think?" he asked so hopeful you'd say yes.

"I would absolutely love to Mr. Russell but I don't know if my mom will let me after gettin in so late after I was supposed to be home. Give me your number and Ill call you tomorrow if I can."

He gave you his number and you two parted ways. He sat by the phone all weekend waiting for you to call, disappointment shattering his heart when you didn't. He found you by your locker first thing Monday morning at school.

"Hey, I figured that Id come say hi to you. Ya know, just make sure everythings still good between us?" He had never been this nervous in all his life.

"Yes of course everythings good between us why wouldnt it be?"

"Well you never called, and I got really worried. Why didnt you call?"

"My mom said I wasnt allowed to use the phone because I broke curfew. I promise you I would've called Arvin, I had the best time of my life on Friday. I would do it again in a heartbeat."

"Really, you want to go out with me again?"

"Well, yeah. Of course I do. There's still a second date we have to go on, before we get to the third." you winked at him as you shut your locker and turned around and walking in the opposite direction. Leaving him there, wondering what on Earth he just got himself into.

[bts-hyperfixation]

Online - kinktober - day 7

Jin X reader

Smut/cybersex/dirtytalk

Jin is a TA for your course au

Studying online had really been taking a toll on your grades. It wasn’t that you weren’t trying, it’s just that without everyone around you it was easier for your mind to wander. You had spent half of the last five lectures staring off into space with your camera turned off. Unfortunately, you clearly got too complacent and after answering a question you forgot to turn the camera back off. The professor called you out in front of the whole class and now you had to go to a private tutoring session with the TA.

So that’s how you found yourself on a zoom call with someone you could only call the worlds most handsome man. Kim Seokjin may just be the prettiest man on the planet, and your professor expected you to pay attention to the things coming out of his mouth. Not a chance. The man's beauty was overwhelming, honestly you weren’t sure how you were managing to look at him directly, god forbid you’d actually been in the same room as him.

You tried to focus on the words tumbling from his plump lips, but couldn’t stop your hand from straying into your shorts at the thought of those lips all over you. You play with yourself freely for a moment until you realise it’s gone incredibly quiet. Jin seems to be frozen on the screen.

“Mr Kim? Are you still there?” you ask.at the sound of your voice a blush creeps up his cheeks and he cough to clear his throat.

“Yes, I’m sorry Ms (y/l/n), its just…” he falters and looks uneasy. “Were you aware your camera is on?” you get a headrush with the speed that blood rushes to your cheeks. You're sure you must be the colour of a tomato. You try to answer but all that comes out is squeak. The awkward air palpable between the screens. When you recover from the immediate shock, you leave the call and huddle your legs to your chest, mortified. You’ve not had long to recover when the chat function on your laptop pings. You take a deep breath and open the messenger window.

KSJ: you need to come back to the lecture, we still have more time and we have loads more to cover

Y/N: You know what? After that I think I’m just going to drop out.

KSJ: Please re-enter the classroom.

Reluctantly you do as he asks and return to the call only to find that Jin had loosened his previously very professional attire.

“I’m sorry if this is a little forward, but seeing you touch yourself is the hottest thing I’ve seen in a while” he says brazenly. “I was wondering if you’d give me a show? I understand this is completely unprofessional and you can obviously refuse…” he starts to stammer losing his edge slightly. You’re left with a strange mixture of shame and arousal. “You know what this was a bad idea… forget it, ill set you up with a new TA and we can just move on…” he moves to click out of the call, but before he can you call out.

“No wait…” you don’t really know how you plan on following up, this is not a situation you would ever dream about finding yourself in. “What kind of show do you want?” your hand travels back down to your shorts and his eyes widen at your compliance. He quickly shakes away any hesitations he has and answers.

“Tell me what you were daydreaming about that made you need to touch yourself right in the middle of class” he makes eye contact with the camera sending flutters through your stomach.

“You” your answer comes out a little breathless as you focus on rubbing your clit under your clothes.

“What about me?”

“How good you lips would feel all over my body, how I want to ride your face until my legs cant hold any longer” the dirtiness of your words shocks you, but he just smirks.

“What else baby?” a teasing lilt has worked its way into his voice. You watch as his hand moves to massage himself through his slacks.

“What I would do to you if you were here right now. Thinking about how your cock would feel going down my throat” he lets out a low groan at your words.

“Take your shorts down, let me see you” he orders. You oblige. He sits back in his chair, still palming himself, as you reveal your swollen lips to him. “Stunning… and so wet, just from my voice. Imagine how wet you would be if I was there with you” the thought makes you rock up into your hand trying to create more pressure, “Finger yourself for me baby, spread yourself let me know what I’m missing out on” your hand freezes for a moment.

“Only if I can see you too” you bite your lip expectantly and let your gaze fall to his crotch. He chuckles but does as you ask unbuttoning his trousers, pushing them down to his ankles. As he does so, his delicious cock springs free. Its average in length but slightly girthier, you have no doubts its would fill you up and then some. Your mouth waters at the thought and your mind wanders once again.

“You really do have an attention problem, don’t you?” he teases “Here I was thinking you were supposed to be giving me a show” your hand starts moving again slipping into your folds, lubing up your fingers before plunging them inside. Jin lets out a moan at the sight, lazily rubbing his hand along his length. The vision of him so turned on because of you spurred you on, moaning louder than normal, making sure you put on a great show you watched his reaction through half closed eyes. Trying to focus on the performance he’d asked you to give and not the way he was acting in response. “Tell me more, what would you want me to do if I was there”

“I’d want you to push me right against the wall, take me as roughly as you can, force me to cum all over you” your own imagination spurs you on and you feel your orgasm building. Your free hand moves to your clit as your breath starts coming in short bursts. “God I’m gonna cum!” your voice has gotten a little too loud as you lose all inhibitions chasing your end.

“Go on then Ms (y/l/n), cum for me” the sound of his voice stilted slightly from his own pleasure is all it takes for you to snap. You screw yours eyes shut, riding your fingers as your high fades. When you open them again you are greeted by the spectacular sight of Jin’s own release landing all over his clean white button down.

Kinktober

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Perfection Imperfections | Chapter 1

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Finally, summer break. It’s been a while since I was able to go home. Having to attend high school rather far from my home in Seoul, I never thought that I’d adjust to the new environment. Fortunately, I wasn’t entirely alone, since I stayed with my aunt for the four years of my high school life. School wasn’t so bad, but the homesickness is what killed it for me. Even though it was my parents' idea to send me a rather vast distance—me not being too excited about it, but I knew I wouldn’t get my way in the end—there was some good that came from it. The two only good things, actually. 

I glance outside the train window, the buildings of Busan zooming past me. Sure, it may not be my home, but I won’t lie. I’m really going to miss this place. My phone suddenly vibrates in my lap, glancing down to see a text from my group chat, smiling as I respond.

(Binnie)

R u still on the train?

                                                               Yeah have been for the past like 30 mins

(Eunuwu) 

Going back to ur parents? Or r u moving out?

                                                                                                                      Funny

                                                                        Yk I can’t move out, at least not on                                                                            my own. My parents won’t allow it

(Binnie)

:/

What about Jaehyun?

                                                                            Idk, they rlly dc what he does tbh

                                                                       They’re just hell-bent on me getting                                                                                    into the top schools and shit

(Eunuwu)

Damn, rough

                                                                                                                        Mhm

(Binnie)

Try talking to them, u never know

They might change their minds?

                                                                 Nah, I already know how it’s gonna end

                                                                         Me crying and stuffing myself with                                                                           pints of ice cream

(Eunuwu)

Doesn't sound so bad

(Binnie)

¬_¬

(Eunuwu)

Except for the crying part ofc

But c’mon it cant really be THAT bad

I’ve been over plenty of times, they seem nice

(Binnie)

U’ve been to her house??

                                                                         Yeah him and oppa are friends too

(Binnie)

Righttt forgot lol

                                                                  And that’s bc you were there dumbass                                                                    and half of the time ur either in oppa’s                                                                    room or out somewhere

                                                                  Interaction with my parents = minimal

(Binnie)

That sounds awful ngl :( sorry Hyuna

But hey we should all hang soon!

(Eunuwu)

I’ll be in Seoul for the summer too so y not?

                                                                                                           I miss y’all :’(

                                                                   Ok I should be there around like 5 ish                                                                     so I’ll text then

(Binnie)

Aww I miss u toooo 

(Eunuwu)

*puke*

                                                                                           Shut up, ur just jealous

(Eunuwu)

Me? Jealous?? Of what, ur face?

Yea no thx, Ive got a great face already

And personality 0:)

                                                                               Gr8, explains why ur still single

(Binnie)

LOLL

She got u there bro

(Eunuwu)

Shut up

Ur talking as if u’ve got a gf

Idiot

(Binnie)

At least I didnt reject them as coldly as u did lol 

                                                                                             See? My point exactly

                                                                               Your fAcE scared off every girl                                                                                   in sight bc of tht pErSoNaLiTy

                                                                           I almost feel bad for them, u little                                                                             heart breaker

(Binnie)

He made a couple of em cry I heard

                                                                                                                     Rlly?!?

                                                                                                                         YAH

                                                                                                               U MORON

(Eunuwu)

Bin wtf

(Binnie)

¯\_(ツ)_/¯

                                                                                    U JERK HOW COULD U??

                                                                                              Those poor girls omg

                                                                               Im so kicking ur ass when I c u

(Binnie)

Me 2

(Eunuwu)

Wtf?? Y???

(Binnie)

No reason lol, just feel like it

                                                                                         And this is why ily Binnie

(Binnie)

:D <3

(Eunuwu)

GROSS

                                                                                                        Can it u demon

                                                                                                         Read 4:02 PM

I snort, turning off my phone and placing it back down on my lap as I go back to staring outside my left-hand window again. Meet Cha Eunwoo and Moon Bin, my two best friends. The only reason I got through high school how I did without major setbacks. Sure, there was the occasional homesickness and all, but had I not met these two, I probably wouldn’t have even attended and graduated. 

Being so far away from the place I grew up never really suited me, and they saw it right away from day one how lonely and upset I looked. I didn't seem to fit in, especially since I skipped a grade and was placed in classes that were very advanced for me. Not that I minded the vigor, but it was hard for me to socialize, let alone make friends. 

That’s when I met them. Freshman year in homeroom before my first literature class. Moon Bin, a boy with parted, coppery-golden hair accompanied by his shy, puppy-eye smile and sweet nature, offered me an empty seat next to him in class, even going as far as to share his textbook and asking how I found the school. No doubt, I was embarrassed and immensely shy, stuttering over my words and failing to meet his soft gaze. However, he didn’t make fun of me nor find me odd. All he did was smile, laughing lightly at my slightly flustered state. He stuck his hand out, introducing himself (most people just call him Moonbin or Bin) with that smile of his, thus the start of our new friendship. Since then, he became someone who always knew how to cheer me up when I was feeling down. No moment was ever dull with him by my side. 

Eunwoo, the tall, brooding black-haired and charismatic student almost everyone knew (and crushed on) of, was usually with Moonbin when we hung out together, but he normally kept to himself. Though quiet and sometimes reserved with his intimidating looks, it didn’t take long for him to break the ice with us, the three of us becoming close friends. Promising to stay like this until we went to college and beyond. Regardless if we all diverge and tread different paths, we would always converge and come back to one another. 

Four years flew by and graduation was upon us. Just like that, the two became like family to me, my ride-or-die duo. The two who were able to turn my world upside down, finding solace in a time where I thought it was nearly impossible for me to.  

My thoughts are interrupted by my “Move” ringtone—yes, I’m a huge Lee Taemin fan—looking down at my phone again to see it’s my brother calling. I sigh, picking up the call.

“What?” 

He gasps dramatically. “Is that any way to address your loving older brother after being away for so long?”

I snort, shaking my head. “Loving my ass, oppa. How are mom and dad?”

“They’re fine, living. Didn’t you tell them you’re coming home?”

“Nope, I don’t even text them that often. You already know this..”

He sighs. “Yeah, I figured.” 

There’s a slight pause on his end, but he continues. “You took the three-thirty train, right? So you’ll be here around five or so?”

“Yeah, give or take.” 

I look out the window again to see the endless stretch of greenery and flowing springs, sometimes even children playing in the fields. I grin mischievously, deciding to poke fun at my brother when he doesn’t respond right away. 

“What, you miss me?”

He makes a sound similar to throwing up. “As if. I got so used to the peace and quiet. I’m not ready for it to go away.” 

“Yah!” I realize that I had yelled a bit too loudly and eyes were now trained on me, and I bow my head in apology. I lower my voice, “You’re such an asshole.”

“Oh, I know, but you still love me anyway.”

“Shut up.”

I can hear his laugh resonate through the phone and a smile unknowingly tugs at my lips. I wouldn’t say it out loud, but it’s true. When I lived with my aunt in Busan for the duration of high school, I missed Jaehyun a lot. Though two years older than me, he didn’t seem to alienate me the way my parents do. While I hate the notion that they spoil Jaehyun endlessly and let him do as he wishes, I won’t lie and say that he was a prick about it. He could’ve been, but he never came off as selfish. I’m really close with my brother, shocking as it may be. Sibling relationships are like that—one minute you want to strangle them with their intestines and the next you’re singing duets together. Crazy, but that’s how it is for us. My parents don’t really pay me any attention, so Jaehyun decides to do that instead. Not complaining though. I’d rather take his pranking and teasing over my parents’ demands and reprimands any day.

“Aight, I’m heading out for a bit. Text me when you arrive.”

I smile again. “Will do, but make sure to get me food!”

“Let me think…” He hums, and I can practically sense the smirk on his end. “Nope. Get your own.”

“Oppa!”

Jaehyun laughs. “See you in a bit, Hyuna. Get here safely. Bye!”   

He hangs up the call before I get a chance to retort, and I scoff. Typical of my brother. He knows how much I enjoy street food, and every time he goes out, it’s almost certain that most of the time he stops somewhere to eat. Did he ever bring food back? Sure, but by the time I’d get to it, most of it was gone anyways. That only lasted a little while before I had gone upstate anyways, so he had more food for himself, I guess.

As the train barrels down the tracks, I feel my heart racing in excitement, but there’s also a slight ounce of dread. I really don’t know why. I want to believe it’s because I’ve been away for too long, but part of me knows it’s the fact that I’ll have to face my parents again. Knowing that I only have two months to decide where I wanted to go and what I wanted to do, I know the bitter truth is that those decisions won’t be left up to me. Last time, I was sent to Busan.

God knows where I’d be sent to now.

***

“Final destination of the KTX Busan-Seoul train at Seoul Station is approaching and will arrive at 05:30 PM. The doors to alight are on the right hand side. All passengers are requested to dismount the train upon arrival. Thank you.” 

That’s my stop.

Gathering my bag and hand luggage, I patiently wait for the train to pull up at the station. Seeing the familiar shops and buildings around me makes my legs bounce up and down in both excitement and anticipation. 

Four long years away from Seoul...

Before getting off, I quickly text the group chat and then my brother, letting them all know that I’ve reached safely. Side-stepping the other passengers exiting the subway doors, I carefully land onto the platform with my luggage in tow. I breathe in the air around as I stretch my arms up into the sky, the grin widening on my face.

It sure as hell feels good to be back home.

I try my best to maneuver through the crowds, but it doesn’t stop the rush of people knocking into me. At times like these, I curse my genetics for favoring my older brother instead of me in terms of height. Eventually, I come to a clearing and when my eyes glance upwards, I spot a rather familiar dark brown-haired six-foot-tall male amongst the small crowd waving me over.

“Hyuna, over here!”

I gasp, my eyes widening. “Oppa!”

He smiles as I begin walking towards him, my feet hurriedly moving across the concrete. The distance between us shortens and I abandon my luggage as he opens his arms wide. 

Only for me to sucker punch him in the stomach.

He yelps in pain, grimacing as he holds his abdomen. “Shit, that hurt. What has Aunt Sua been feeding you up there? Rocks?”

I smack his shoulder, my blood slightly boiling in anger. “Yah, why didn’t you tell me you were coming?! Do you know how much money I blew off for the bus fare?”

He straightens his back before going to rub his shoulder, then behind his neck.

“Fine, fine. My bad. I wanted to surprise you, but I guess that didn’t work, did it?” 

I cross my arms over my chest, huffing in annoyance. He sighs, nodding.

“Okay, okay, I’ll compensate you. Dinner’s on me.”

At this I grin, blinking excitedly. I grab onto his arm and shake it vigorously. “Really? You mean it? You’re the best, oppa!” 

“Look at this brat..” he taunts, shaking his head. In a flash, he headlocks me and rubs the top of my head harshly with his knuckles, upsetting the neatly-tied auburn ponytail. 

“Yah! Quit it!” I smack his arms and flail in protest, but he chuckles, saying this is what I get for cunningly finding a way to exploit him the minute I stepped back into Seoul. 

What can I say? It’s a talent. 

He lets go eventually, and I try to smooth down my already-tangled hair. I grumble incoherently but Jaehyun pulls me into his embrace, wrapping his arms around me. His free hand gently pats the side of my head in comfort.

“Welcome home, sis.”

I stand there stiff for a second before hugging back. He squeezes me tighter and I find myself smiling into his shoulder. 

“Good to be back,” I whisper. 

We stand like that for a moment before he pats my back a couple of times, us pulling away from each other soon after. He reaches behind me to grab my hand luggage as he shoulders my bag. I tell him that I can carry them just fine, but he starts walking away from the platform to the parking lot. I call out after him as I run to catch up, and I can see the corners of his mouth twitch. Jaehyun leads me to his car, a sleek matte-silver convertible Mustang. My mouth drops open in shock at its stunning beauty, my body forcing itself to remain composed for the sake of avoiding public self-embarrassment. 

He throws my luggage in the back seat before he turns to me, smirking at my expression. “You like it?”

“Shit, do I like it? I love it!” I run my fingers over its metallic surface, the silver exterior gleaming in the evening glow. Grinning, I stare up at my brother who catches my gaze as I stand next to the driver’s seat, my fingers already curled on the handle.

“Can I—”

“No.”

“Please—”

“Nope.”

I pout as I pull my hand away and step to the side. Jaehyun chuckles, rubbing my head playfully before getting into the driver’s seat and starting the car. The engine purrs to life as my brother pulls out his shades and wears them. He looks at me and cocks his head to the passenger seat. 

“Don’t just stand there. Get in.”

Smiling, I quickly make my way over to the other side and slip into the passenger seat. I barely have time to buckle in before Jaehyun speeds off. I scream in fright, but he laughs heartily, telling me to let loose.

With the wind harshly whipping around us, I close my eyes and tilt my head upwards, absorbing the remnants of my childhood in a place I’ll always call home. A place where my heart always feels at ease.

My name is Jung Hyuna. I’m eighteen years old, and this is my story.

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 |  

[shhh-no-ones-home]

model citizen ricky horror x reader

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college au

prompt: Character A sitting in a college 7am lecture and Character B sitting next to them pouring an energy drink into their coffee and says, "I'm going to die." (First interaction)

Song: pretty little distance by as it is

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i walked into the room and huffed as i took my seat, reaching into my bag for my notebook and a pen. i hated having a 9am again and missed being able to sleep-in like i did last semester. this was the first day though and i was hopeful my mind would change about it as the course went on. it probably wouldnt though. i sat there, catching a few more students walk in as i looked down at my phone.

nothing was too exciting yet and the teacher hadnt even shown up. i was more-so ready for the new art class though. it was my major after all and i was pretty well known by the professors at this point. as i sat there, a loud clatter grabbed my attention, making me look to my right. there was sat a shorter, skinny kid, with long inky black hair tucked under a beanie. my eyes went wide as he cracked the monster in his hand open, pouring it into his half=full trenta cup from Starbucks. he looked over at me and smiled.

"im going to die."

he said in the most sure-fire tone before putting the lid back on the cup and chugging it. i sat there in horror staring at him.

"are you okay?"

i asked and he shrugged, looking at me over the top of the cup. he had the bluest eyes i had ever seen, even in the low light of the art room. i was a little start struck for a second before shaking myself out of my daze, watching him put the cup down against the desk with a thud.

"if i pass out during class just push me out of the way and ill figure something out later."

he said, turning forward. i went to say something just as the teacher walked in.

"y/n! good to see you back. we missed you last semester."

professor crane said, looking to the student teacher as he ducked behind him and paced quickly to the front desk. his gaze followed him too before he shrugged and turned back to me with a smile.

"whatever, im sure he missed you too. but either way its good to have you back in class and i look forward to seeing what you come up with for the showcase in march."

i nodded with a smile before he walked away to the front of the class, instructing everyone to take their seats.

"you come here often?"

i heard from the kid next to me, hearing him laugh to himself as he took another drink of his coffee/monster concoction.

"yes, actually. im an art major."

i said a little dumbfounded. he nodded.

"cool, im here for film."

i drew my brows.

"youre doing film?"

i asked and he winked at me, looking to Brian as he turned the projector on. i opened my mouth before closing it quickly, feeling a little more confused than before.

"alright, first things first. i only make a syllabus because administration says i have to. the schedule is shit and we will most likely be doing something completely different so i suggest you keep a planner or something to keep track of your assignments. secondly, i will get to it later but i want you to start thinking about your projects for the spring showcase in march. we have a few short months so after you learn the basics of form you will be instructed to sketch something in your own style and present it to the board."

my mind went in and out after that, trying to catch quick glances at the kid next to me without being suspicious. every time he moved i could feel my heart pulse, giving me anxiety that he could actually pass out or something.

"y/n, your partner for this project will be mr olson."

brian said, standing over me and looking between the two of us. i nodded with wide eyes as he moved to the two kids behind us.

"guess that means we have pretty high chances at getting an A."

he said, raising his cup in cheers. i looked down at the assignment sheet, grazing over it and groaning. we had to come up with a comic strip in different style parts; the first panel a base sketch, the second panel a hard sketch, the third panel color blocking, and so on. god this was gonna be a nightmare.

"you dont seem too enthused."

the kid said amused. i sent him a testing look.

"im not, ive done something similar before and you have to get every step just right or they take points off. and we have to prove what parts we did."

i said, rolling my eyes. i looked over to him, blinking as a camera flash went off. i drew my brows as he looked down at the screen on it.

"where did you even get that?"

i asked, trying to inspect him. he sent me a smile.

"i always keep it on me. im ricky by the way, and you look great."

he said amused and i breathed deeply.

"y/n."

i said, looking back to the paper.

"well y/n i think this is going to be a great partnership-"

"alright!"

brian called, cutting him off.

"you have your assignments. i have nothing else for you today so you are welcome to either stay here and work until class time is over or you can leave and work on it on your own time. i dont really care either way, just get it done."

i hummed to myself before stuffing my notebook and the assignment sheet into my bag and standing up. i caught a glimpse of ricky starting at me with wide eyes as i turned to leave.

"what are you doing?"

he asked and i looked between him and the door, pointing at it.

"leaving, its not due for another week."

i started off, hearing him shuffle around before chasing after me.

"hey wait! cant we like plan what we're doing or something?"

he asked and i shrugged, looking over to him as he tried to put his paper in his backpack and hold the camera and cup of coffee. i stopped, staring at him as he struggled. i rolled my eyes, taking the cup and the camera from him. he looked to me in shock and i raised my brows.

"get to it, i dont have all day."

i said and he finished what he was doing, zipping his bag up and slinging it over it shoulder. i handed him the cup and camera back and kept walking.

"so uh, what kind of thing did you have in mind for this project?"

he asked and i looked to the sky, squinting but trying to think as we made it outside.

"i dont know, maybe a ball of some kind?"

he raised a brow, shuffling his feet as he tried to keep up with my long strides.

"like masks and large dresses?"

he asked and i nodded, opening the door to dinging hall.

"something like that yeah."

he nodded as i led us to a table.

"that sounds cool, i could get behind that."

i sent him a knowing look.

"you seem like the kind of guy who would."

i said, pulling my sketchpad out. he raised a brow, sitting beside me.

"whats that supposed to mean?"

he asked and i sent him  a look.

"im assuming you like vampires, and the Edwardian thing usually goes hand in hand with that."

he sent me a nervous smile.

"is it that obvious?"

he asked, rubbing his hands against his pants. i nodded.

"thats okay though, cause i like them too. so much so that i have costumes already, we can pose for each other. i think youd look great in this."

i said, sliding my phone across the table to show him the outfit i had for it. i just hoped it would fit him.

"you seem like youve been planning this for a while."

he said through a laugh and i shrugged.

"i just like to feel fancy, the projects on the other hand kind of fall into my lap."

i said, flipping through a few pages in my book. he placed his hand on one before taking it from me and looking over it.

"this looks insane."

he said and i looked around awkwardly.

"in a good way?"

i asked, finding his gaze.

"oh! yeah! of course in a good way. it looks super cool. i see why you wanted to do the ball thing now."

he commented, noting the sketch i had done already that was similar. it is what i was used to after all. he set the book back down in front of me and sent me a wide smile, picking his camera up and taking another picture of me.

"why do you do that?"

i asked and he laughed.

"i need models for my art and i think now that we've met you would be a great subject."

i set him a look, trying to hide the blush creeping its way up my neck.

"you really think so?"

i asked bashfully and he nodded.

"oh yeah, absolutely. and now that we're partners i think it will give me ample opportunity to find a new muse. you wanna be a subject for a music video?"

i sat back, a little taken aback.

"you want me to do what?"

i asked and he laughed, putting the camera on the table.

"in about a month my band is gonna need some girls for a video but its cool if not. i can live with us just being art project partners."

i cleared my throat, rubbing my hands together under the table.

"how about we get through this first and ill get back to you on that?"

he smiled knowingly at me, raising his coffee to me in cheers.

"sounds like a plan to me."

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Anon asked: hey babe! if you feel comfortable, could you please do a blurb about peter parker finding out the reader has an ED that’s she’s been trying to hide from him? i understand if you’re uncomfortable with that but i would appreciate if you could write it. i love your work, thanks for everything :)

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A/N: hi love, thanks so much for the request! and also deepest apologies because it took me so long to do it but i was quite busy recently 😖😣 anyway hope you will enjoy it and please, all of you take care of yourselves 💖

‘Let me help you’

Warnings: ANGST (mention of eating disorder/anorexia and its side effects) but fluff in the end

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“MJ, have you seen (Y/N)? There is not gonna be any food left if she doesn’t hurry” notices Ned, as he digs his fork into some mashed potatoes.

Peter turns towards the girl who absently draws lots of doodles on her notebook, her food half eaten already.

“Well we have an individual project to present in class in like two weeks, so yeah she told me she will do it during lunch time in the library” MJ replies not looking at the boys, the pen she holds quickly tracing lines here and there on the paper.

Peter frowns. It is not the first time you do that. Indeed, it has been going on for a few weeks now. Skipping lunch. Refusing snacks. Not finishing your food anymore. Peter doesn’t like it, as if something is not right. Ned catches the expression on his friend’s face, before he tries to relax the atmosphere by talking about what happened during Spanish lesson earlier.

But Peter’s mind is somewhere else. He will have to wait until afternoon classes to see you again and have a talk together.

* * * *

Gym class.

Peter and Ned already started the warm-up exercises in the middle of the sports hall. Peter is easily doing some sit-ups as Ned hold his friend’s knees into position, not amazed by his strength anymore. 

“Oh, the girls are finally here” says Ned.

Peter stops his movements, torso still in mid air as he follows Ned’s look. And that is when he sees you.

You stand next to MJ while exiting the changing rooms, hair put into a ponytail, wearing the usual blue sweatshirt given by the school and a pair of legging with black trainers. But as Peter sensed it at lunch, something was completely wrong with you. 

As you approach some other girls sitting on the rows of the gym, Peter can’t help but scans your body from where he is. The sweatshirt you wear is now completely hiding you usual features like your frame is being sucked up in it. Also the legging is almost too loose around your thighs and calves. Have your cheeks always been growing hollow?

Eventually you catch Peter’s eyes but quickly avoid them, biting your bottom lips as if hiding from him.

That’s not good.

“Um, Peter- you look weird like that, keep going before Flash makes a stupid comment” whispers Ned to his friend, knowing exactly who he was looking at.

Following Ned’s advice, Peter keeps doing sit-ups a bit faster this time, his face now showing a lot of concern. 

“I’ll talk to (Y/N) before the last lesson” grumbles Peter, mouth thiner than usual.

“Yeah, you definitely have to” encourages Ned, nodding.

* * * *

After refreshing and changing into your normal clothes, you tell MJ you need to go to your locker to take some books. Your tall friend nods before saying to join her at the little outside court.

As you walk into the empty halls, the students all out to enjoy the exceptionally good spring weather in Queens during the break, you pass a corner as you fall face to face with Peter. He is actually waiting next to your locker, his eyes already on you. The eye contact makes you slightly jumps but you still keep walking towards him as usual. 

“Hi Pete, you’re not outside with the others?” you shyly ask.

“I needed to talk to you, (Y/N). It’s important.”

You gulp. Peter’s face is indeed serious, his sharp look examining every single moves and expressions you make. Trying to act as casual as possible, you put your backpack down and open your locker, Peter not looking away from you. 

Before closing the locker, Peter holds an apple out right to your face, startling you a little. Your eyes go back and forth to your friend and the apple he offers you, not really knowing what to do.

“I- Thank you Peter, but I’m not hungry right now-”

“(Y/N), do you intentionally skip lunches and other meals?”

You froze, panic rising into your body. You look down to avoid his eyes, no word making their way out your mouth. 

You can’t say it. You didn’t want to. But in the end, Peter understood by himself.

“(Y/N), please look at me.”

This voice is soothing and at the same time, there is an ounce of sadness behind it that makes you finally turn your head to him. Your eyes then fall on the apple, still in his hand and your lips start trembling, a light sob breaking through your lips. 

And right before you break in front of him, Peter embraces you in his arms, his grip strong but still delicate to keep you against him. He now feels how much you lost weight, your current undershirt and jumper doing nothing to hide it now. You can’t contain your sobbing anymore.

“Why did you not tell me about it, (Y/N)?” Peter asks softly, engulfing your head on his chest.

“I just- I- I couldn’t, I didn’t want to worry you or-”

“For God’s sake (Y/N), you know you can tell me literally anything! And seeing you right now, depraving yourself from eating and hurt makes me feel I’m the worst friend ever...”

Peter’s voice is muffled in your hair, himself not trusting his voice either as the tears slowly make their way to his waterlines.

“You can’t get back on your feet alone, you can’t fight anorexia alone. I will help you (Y/N), little by little, but I will if you allow me. I just can’t let you get any more sick. Please...”

Your sobs finally calmed down, you raise your head to meet Peter’s glance noting his own eyes glowing. Still holding you, he brings his hand up your face to wipe your tears with his thumbs. His touch is calming and soft, you feel safe in his arms, almost unstoppable. 

“Please Peter, help me...” you ask, almost plead him in a whisper.

“Of course (Y/N)” he says while caressing your rosy cheek, “I will help you and always I will.”

You let out a relieved sigh.

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Daughter of the honorable thief - harry hook x reader - part  10

thanks to @musicarose​ who commissioned me to continue this series! without them i probably would have taken much longer to write the next part! 

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Thankfully the week of quarantine had stayed as a week of quarantine, none of the students showing any signs of sickness or poisoning illness.

So as the next week reared its head, students began to return to their classrooms, food once more being served in the dining hall.

The investigation against the atter had proved fruitless, the source of the toxin had not been found, disappearing soon after the vks had evacuated.

Though you still hung on it, someone had tried to hurt your friends and thousands of people alongside them in the attempt. And the attacker had not been caught, and there were no leads to them.

Though it could be- no, not possible, they hadn't come on the trip with the rest of you.

You felt someone sit on the bench next to you, so you sat up and looked to them, seeing harry staring off in the distance.

“Harry?” he hummed, “are you okay?”

“I jus’….” He muttered, eyes lowering to the ground “I jus’ feel like it was my fault yeh know? If I wasn't there maybe Knotts wouldn’t have been attacked” you punched his arm, he yelped and looked at you surprised.

“don’t you ever say that again, I can guarantee, that if any vk were there, it would have happened, and even if IF” you stressed the if “it was because you were there, its not your fault that someone did that, they have some sort of personal vendetta against a vk, that’s their problem, not yours, now if you talk like that again I will punch you with friendship!”

Harry burst out laughing a the tail end of your sentence, clutching his stomach and tears springing to his eyes. “yeh sure are something (y/n)” he chuckled, giving you a soft smile.

“Thanks, hook” you laughed, standing from the bench and offering your hand “come on, dinners soon” he took your hand and stood, not bothering to release your hand.

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A boy in the shadows growled, his hand gripping the stone wall tightly. “hes corrupting her, that disgusting pirate” he hissed, smirking as the shadow next him whispered.

‘soon he will be a thing of the past, and she will realize that you have been there for her all along’

“hehe” he chuckled, his green eyes flashing purple “all mine…(y/n) you will realize that you were meant to be mine”

He back into the shadows, his goal clear in his mind.

=

“so” uma interrupted the conversation, placing her try between Harriet and erza, sitting down and waving her fork in the air “any ideas who attacked the park with that mist?”

The group shrugged, picking at their food.  Your phone went off, you took it out and glanced at it, a bright smile blooming on your face.

“hey erza, mom and dad are setting up a kingdom festival with a ball, next month!” erza looked up from her food and beamed.

“the annual festival! Oh my gosh! Ohh!...oh god I gotta bring a date” erza muttered in horror as she realized her mother would pester her about a date.

You laugh sighed and shook your head “same here, except aunt broomhilda would bug me about it”

“what's this about a festival?” Gil interrupted, finally looking up from his eggs.

“once a year the king of England throws a festival for every village and town, and he visits one every year, mom just texted me that hes visiting us this year, as my moms his niece.”

“cool!” gil smiled “can we go with you!”

You paused, eyes widening “Oh hell yeah! That would be awesome! You all could come with us! And to the ball as well!”

“That sounds fun” Harriet smiled “it would be nice to go…after last week it would be a good sprit lifer”

“agreed” erza cheered “so its settled, we all go to the festival!”

“yeah!”

The group clanked your cups together.

Erza side-eyed uma, an idea blooming in her mind.

‘im gonna ask her to be my date to the ball’

She smiled to herself, spying the teal sea horse in umas bag.

=

“uh oh” you muttered, stopping in place, harry, uma, and gil stopping with you.

“whats up (y/n)?” uma asked, placing her hand on your shoulder, you pointed over by the lockers.

There was a girl, long brown hair in an end ponytail, her green eyes scanning the students, and picking at her peach nails.

“whos tha’?” harry asked, stepping away from the girl's eyesight, he didn’t like her energy.

“Lila” you snarled, walking over to your locker and ripping it open “she broke erza down and tried to ruin her, she's an abusive manipulative bitch”

“what did she do?” uma asked, rage starting to grow in her chest.

“im not the one to tell, but she hurt erza in a way I couldn’t forgive, almost killed her….if she tries anything, come get me and I'll punch her for you” uma chucked and nodded.

“and warn Harriet and the others, just so she cant get a footing, most everyone here already knows about her, I want all bases covered so she can't get anyone on her side”

Uma harry and gil nodded, saluting you “yes mam” harry teased, you rolled your eyes and pushed his shoulder.

“Alright, let's get to class”

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Uma found Erza in the bathroom later that day, on the curled up on the floor, holding her head in her hands.

“erza!” she dropped her bag and slid down next to her “what's wrong are you okay?” “Lila” erza sobbed, gritting her teeth, “she-she” uma wrapped her arms around her, pulling erza into her side.

“What did she do to you!” uma pushed.

“no-no, she didn’t do anything…today” erza shook her head “just seeing her….kinda set me off and I-I couldn’t stay around”

Uma slowly nodded and helped erza stand “alright, let's get you to your room, ill text (y/n) alright?”

Erza nodded, leaning into uma as she helped her out of the bathroom.

=

You sat on your bed, erza laying in between your legs, your fingers brushing thought her hair, and putting mini braids into them.

“What is this amazing show called again?” harry asked from the floor, eyes locked on the tv.

“avatar the last Airbender” you responded.

“I love it”

“I thought you would” you chuckled, patting Erzas head and leaning back on your hands.

“so when the festival by the way,” uma asked from her spot on top of harry.

“next month,  starting the fifth and it goes on till we run out of supplies, a ball on the first Saturday of the festival”

Uma nodded and turned back to the tv “how we getting there?”

“probably car, or plane, don’t know, moms gonna set up transportation” you shrugged, popping some m&ms in your mouth.

“Alright,” uma muttered, rolling off harry and standing to go to the bathroom.

“I can't wait” Gil exclaimed, “I've never been to a festival before!”

“you'll love it” erza laughed “its got food, games, tournaments, shows, shops, sword fights!!” Harry perked up, looking over to erza with a grin.

“yeh had me at sword fights.”

You burst out laughing, erza giggling with you.

“of course it did” you snorted, flopping back on your bed and closing your eyes.

--end of part 10--

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call him | j.j.k [ ii ]

⇢ paring(s): jeon jungkook x reader, park jimin x reader.

⇢ word count: 3.5K.

⇢ rating: 18+, mature.

⇢ genre: angst, smut, fwb!au, college!au.

⇢ summary: jimin is yours, you are jimin’s but what does jungkook make of that?

⇢ warning(s):  please read! heavy smut, cumplay, fingering, oral ( female and male recieving ), light choking, spanking, exhibitionism, master/sir kink, daddy kink, sub!reader, dom!jimin, male mastrubation, breeding kink kind of, marking, heavy degrading, swearing, unprotected sex ( wear protection please. ), ex-friends with benefits.

⇢ author’s note(s): friends! i think its been a month or two since I last posted but ive been getting ready for uni! so ive decided to try and post fanfics at least once or twice a month, anyways here's a long awaited continuation of my first smut, call him. ( update: this fic has been updated and edited as of 2020 )

⇢ parts: ( one ) ( here! ) ( final )

“friends with benefits, huh?” were the first words park jimin had spoken to you after the phone call. you’d taken his number from jungkook’s phone that night and went home almost straight away to call him for real, spending the early hours of friday morning blabbering about everything and nothing. 

jimin had wanted to take you out the very next day, asking you to meet him outside of the campus coffee shop that evening. you’d arrived early of course, spying him working a shift through the window, which made you smile. jimin had always seemed like a quiet, shy boy and working at the coffee shop had suited him well. what you hadn’t expected was that very same, rather soft, looking boy to step out in some tight fitting black skinny jeans and a layered shirt after changing out of his uniform. 

“wha-wha-? huh?” you asked more so to yourself than to him. he smiled, looking down at his feet as he shifted a hand through his rose tinted hair, rocking on his tip toes. 

“your thing with jeon, thought we’d talk it out first before it causes bumps in our relationship, yano?” jimin shrugged, looking you in the eye this time. You must’ve looked quite flustered, since he was smirking at you cheekily.

you nodded a long with him, scuffing your boot as you shoved your sweaty fingers into your pockets to conceal them. “of course, i ended things with him...we’re cool now,” you had hummed as jimin begun to walk with you, at the time you hadn’t known where you were going but that didn’t matter. “it’s just you and i now...i guess?” 

jimin then smirked, throwing his arm around your shoulders. “i guess it is.” 

                                                     “mmph park jimin!” you gasp, fingers curling in his lavender sky locks so hard you swore you could smell the bleach in his roots. he smirks devilishly against your inner thigh, biting a solid seven more hickies either side before delving back into your flower to get a taste of its sweet nectar. he was like a bee, a fool of a creature following the honey duct to its alluring centre, drinking in every sound you made. “jimin!” 

his glinting eyes blink up at you from over your hips, tongue lapping at your precious gem as he did so. “good morning princess, sleep well?” he teases, dancing his fingers along your naked thigh to push them further apart. the man himself had been lying on his stomach between your legs when you woke up and now he was sliding two digits over your hot centre. “so wet...”

“minnie, min...minmin baby, please... i have a lecture soon.” you whine, thrashing about a bit when jimin held your hips down slightly. he only grunts in response, slipping his tongue over your sweet lips before thumbing your clit.

 “how long have we got?” 

“ten minutes to shower, five to dress and if i skip makeup...ah! oh my god you brat, just let me cum!” 

you growl at jimin, who wastes no more time in devouring you fully, on a mission to get you to your high. you cant help but squeal when he the plunges the two fingers past your entrance without warning, mewling as he curls them into a hook shape to stimulate that special spot. his tongue lapped loops around your bundle of nerves in a sloppy cycle and the combined movements make you call out his name as your release crashes over you in record time, after shocks of bliss pooling through your veins. 

“what a perfect start to the day, i don’t think i even need to make breakfast.” jimin hummed, as he helps you up, the remains of your previous orgasm painting his chin. you roll your eyes at him as you stand with shaky legs, but your boyfriend being ever the gentleman guides you to your feet and spanks your ass when you make a move for the bathroom. “perfect view too.” 

“park jimin, you’re insatiable.” you remind him, before slinking off into the shower to quickly prepare yourself for the lectures ahead. the spring haired boy only grins again, having no classes until later. 

“and you love me for it!” 

you flip him the middle finger.

the walk to your lecture is pretty quick despite the quiver in your legs and you believe you can make it within fifteen minutes of starting. your thoughts trickle off into the last six months, in which you had spent with jimin.

after ending things with jungkook, you found yourself falling quickly for the boy with lilac hair, his crescent moon eyes and soft smile effortlessly drawing you in. jimin was sweet and caring, had a tender heart and was everything you could have ever needed. jimin had never pressured you, waited until you were ready for anything (especially being intimate.) and was overall the first boyfriend you’d felt happy with. spending time with jimin made you realise that you didn’t have many friends outside of jungkook, even your ex-roommate didn’t like you that much. your boyfriend had introduced you to his little circle of people, and you’d really grown into yourself.

sliding into the lecture hall, you took your seat midway through the rows, making sure you had a good enough view of the front. you pulled out your computer to start up your notes, noticing the sticky note jimin had left you on its top. 

‘lunch at noon? my treat, my sweet <3’ 

you giggled at the message, tucking it into  your notebook and shoot jimin a quick text to let him know where your class was. it soon started up, causing everyone else to resume their seats and take out their belongings. you looked down, only for a moment to shove your phone into your pocket when a familiar scent filled your nostrils. the smell of fresh leather and a soft fruits, you shifted uncomfortably instantly recognising the person instantly. 

“YN!” a voice to your right called, the owner beaming down at you as they sat. your shoulders relaxed slightly as you met their gaze, offering a smile of your own. 

“morning yoongi, you seem chipper today.” you chuckled as you noted the large coffee the man had gathered along his belongings. whilst yoongi was majoring in sound technology, he had decided to take a semester of psychology to boost his appeal to employers and also have something to fall back on just in case. “what’s in your coffee?” 

he grinned at you, handing you the cup for you to take a sip. you grimaced after with a shake of your head. “vodka.” 

“you’re annoying.” 

yoongi only smiled a gummy smile in response, mischief sparking in his eyes much like his best friend, jimin. the rest of the class passed easily, notes being taken and ideas being shared. although, the end had come to a halt as your professor handed out your midterm assignments. 

a partner project. 

and of course, your partner had to be... “jeon jungkook and YN LN, your assignment is to be based on plasticity and recovery of brain function. i have high expectations of you ms LN.”

you nod sheepishly at your professor, turning to face jungkook shortly after, unsure of how to approach the situation. “we should probably meet up to make arrangements for this.” he mutters when you finally make eye contact, his dark hair is much longer and curlier than you remember as it falls just under his brow bone. his face is fuller which shows he’s been eating well, but there’s a slightly more grown look to him. older. “are you free for lunch?” 

you shake your head. “no, i have plans.” 

“i see,” jungkook nods, catching his bottom lip between his teeth as he eyes you up and down and you shift uncomfortably under his gaze. that was something he always did when he wanted you, and whilst it’d turn you on before, it now made you feel gross and dirty, only jimin had that heated effect on you now. “i’ll text you then?” 

“sure, i can give you my number?” you answer his question with your own, a guilty throb in your chest when a disappointed look crosses his face. 

“i never deleted it.” jungkook sighs, standing abruptly to leave the lecture hall. there was nothing keeping him behind since those who were paired were allowed to go. you bit your lip, flustered at his cold and awkward behaviour. you wondered if he knew about yourself and jimin, he must’ve if neither of you had reached out to one another. truth be told you had blocked jungkook’s number after you began to date jimin, just to make sure the two relationships never overlapped. he’d never texted you though.

you pack up the rest of your things without bothering to wait for yoongi, a tired frown slipping over your face before you catch jimin outside your class room. a bright smile grew on his lips as he noticed you, the friends he had with him turning to face you as well. you couldn’t help but skip into his arms, throwing your own around his neck as he hoisted you up by the waist.

“afternoon, princess.” he smirked against your ear, pressing a kiss to the spot under there. “how was your lecture?” 

you chose to pout, nuzzling into him instead. “terrible, i hated every second of it.” you complained into his skin as he rubbed your back, soothingly. 

jimin frowned as he pulled away from you ever so slightly, taking a quick glance over your features before locking his gaze on you. “and why’s that?” 

you shook your head right as yoongi crawled out from the depths of the lecture hall, a tired and bored expression painted on his face whilst he shrugged his back pack over one shoulder. 

“she’s upset because he got paired with that jungkook kid on her latest psych project, i think he’s in our class for some extra credit.” he answered in a nonchalant tone, moving over to swing his arm around his boyfriend seokjin. that was quite a sight to see, since the blonde male was much shorter than the other. jimin’s other friends; namjoon and taehyung only rolled their eyes at the shorter’s antics.

jimin frowned as he let his lips brush your forehead, holding you close as if you were to slip away. “if he bothers you, baby...” your boyfriend started, a possessive tone flickering in his voice as he held you. “you let me know right away, yeah?” 

you nodded, blinking in his grasp as he lead you off to lunch. “right away.” 

taehyung had chosen a local noodle bar owned by a small old lady and her husband for lunch. it was a little ways from the university campus, but your small group of friends liked to think of it as your smaller hideout. only a handful of students knew about it.

you had shuffled over to the counter to pick up some extra napkins, your boyfriend being a particularly messy eater. the girl behind the counter had actually been the granddaughter of the old couple, who’d come over from the states to connect with her roots. you remained chatting away with her for a while when her gaze shifted over to a customer waiting beside you. 

“i’ll have your order to go out in a moment, sir.” she bid politely with a nod, smiling at the customer as she slid off to the kitchen.

“no worries,” jungkook mumbled, to your surprise. you hadn’t been expecting to find him here, especially with the exclusiveness of this place. “so this is where you came instead of planning for our project.”

you frowned, chewing on your bottom lip as your feet remained rooted in place. the boy had a lazy smirk that would have made your heart flutter if it weren’t for the fact that you were utterly in love with your lavender haired boyfriend tucked away in the bathroom. “are you following me?” you blurted out, not even thinking. you internally cringed as you watched a sour expression fall over the taller boy’s face. another slip up.

“we came here during freshman year,” jungkook furrowed his brows with a quiet voice. “y’know, when we were still friends.”

you flinched, eyes scrunching shut. “jungkook-“ 

he waved a hand as the girl came back with a plastic bag of warm food, the smell instantly telling you it was his favourite spicy noodles. “if you’re here alone, i’d really like to talk about how we can split the project up so we can start it sooner.” 

you blinked, mind reeling at the change of subject and how easily he could mask up his hurt. you shrugged.  

“well actually, im not alone right now but-“

“but she’s with me, her boyfriend, park jimin.” your boyfriend hummed, a hint of hostility in his tone as he wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you closer to him. jungkook only eyed the latter male up and down with an unimpressed look, but his deep doe eyes only told you how hurt he was. because you’d been best friends up until this point, the last six months being spent in jimin’s arms instead of his. “did you need anything, kook?” 

“no, i was just leaving.” the younger seethed back and glanced down at jimin, being half a head taller. you felt his eyes waver over you as jungkook moved to brush past you. 

jimin growled, seemingly not liking the way that the younger was looking at you, opting the grab him by the wrist, much to your surprise. “watch yourself around my girlfriend, alright jeon? 

the younger nodded, pulling his arm from your boyfriend’s grip before shooting you a glare that sent a slight pang to your heart. as soon as he was gone you felt jimin ease up beside you, his whisky orbs fluttering over your face to check if you were alright.

“you okay baby?” he hummed, standing before you to brush hair back from your face. you nodded in response, pushing the napkins into jimin’s chest with a small frown as he held you. “if he bothers you again, make sure to tell me, i’ll take care of it.” 

you sighed, ignoring the flash of guilt that struck you when looking at jungkook walk away. before all this he had been your best friend, and you’d let him slip away from you. “thank you minnie, i love you.” 

the lavender haired boy kissed your cheeks gently, smiling at you as he pulled away. his brightness distracting you from the hurt in your heart. “and i adore you, baby.” 

the following week you’d arranged to meet up with jungkook in the library, a series of texts and awkward encounters had gotten you there. now you sat alone in your favourite corner, nose buried deep into a book on stem cells for brain recovery. the brightness of the world seemed to disappear as a pair of hands covered your eyes.

“guess who?” jungkook mumbled, his warm breath tickling at the nape of your neck, causing the hairs their to stand on end. your body jolted in response, memories of your earlier times together flashing like light bulbs in your mind. and the dark haired boy seemed to tune in with that, signified with a deep chuckle. 

he slid down into the seat beside you, allowing you to stutter out a greeting as he pulled out his books. a silence settles between you as you start to read more, taking a few notes here and there with scribbles of how to present the information. humming, you turn to jungkook ready to explain an idea, before jumping when you notice how close he is. 

“hey princess,” the boy slurs, his doe eyes sparkling brightly as he looked over at you. you shifted a little away from him, smelling the alcohol from his breath. “you’re so cute.”

you frowned. “jungkook...are you drunk?” 

he blinked with a big smile, leaning over you a bit more and invading your personal space. “needed something to take the edge off before i came here,” the boy mumbled, twirling a finger in your hair “didn’t know if your boyfie with the stick up his ass would be here or not...”

“just get some work done, kook.” you frowned at jungkook, who became increasingly affectionate yet insulting of your boyfriend, the alcohol in his system making him more honest. at some point you’d managed to get him into some work but it wasn’t long until he was bothering you again. 

“YN-ie, you smell so good...” the boy mumbled, throwing his head into the crook of your neck. you felt your body freeze at the closeness, an intimate position that would have once made you flustered to no end. times of heated rendezvous in the backs of study rooms sparking in your mind. jungkook’s lips were inches away from your sweet spot, ghosting along the scopes of your neck with faded familiarity. 

“jungkook...”

“missed having you this close, baby.” 

you held your breath and mentally cursed yourself for letting jungkook get so close, letting your guard down. with a bitten lip, you pried the boy away from your frame, only to be caught off guard when he gripped your wrist and tugged you into him. “kook, you’re drunk...” you tried to reason with him, alarm bells ringing in your head as you tried to tug away from him once again. “please let’s just work yeah?” 

he chuckled, low and deep as he locked his dark eyes with yours and sent a shiver down your spine. “you were always trying to resist me, kitten, bet the only thing holding you back now is your prissy little boyfriend-“

smack.

the sound cracks through the silence of the library and a flurry of shocked gasps followed through with it. holding your hand close to your chest, you looked over at jungkook who stared back at you with equal shock. his own hand cupped his reddened cheek, his mouth slightly agape. 

your bottom lip wobbled as you quickly gathered your things, humiliated at the thought of even hurting jungkook despite what he had said about your boyfriend. blinking away your tears, you stepped back with your bag and shook your head with a whisper. “i’ll finish this in my own...just stay away from me...”

and with that you fled from the scene.

“uh huh, yeah, i think she just got home, alright...later!”

you stumbled through the door of your apartment, exhausted, deciding to march away your tears before you got home to jimin. you watched him approach you as you dumped your belongings onto the table to finish off your project. he wraps his arm around your waist from behind and kisses the back of your neck once near. 

“hey beautiful, project go well?” jimin sighed into your skin as he clung to you, letting you work slightly (but not without kissing that spot near where jungkook had touched you earlier.). you shrugged in response, shivering as you remembered the rest of the day. “seokjin hyung wants to know if you wanna go out tonight, a new bar just opened up and-“ 

you spun quickly in jimin’s arms, praying that he couldn’t read your face like he always did. you’d already had enough gone wrong today. “minnie, i have a quite a bit left to do tonight so could you give me a few hours?” you shrugged his hands off your waist, instantly missing his touch that masked the feel of jungkook’s from earlier. “just, not tonight.” 

your boyfriend frowned, keeping one hand on your waist and the other sifting through his coloured locks. it wasn’t like you to brush him away like that, nor reject a night out with some of your best friends. nonetheless, jimin released you fully and allowed you to slide into your seat and type away. he took a glance over your shoulder to peek at your notes, noticing that not even half the work had been done despite knowing your plans to split the load with your partner. 

he frowned deeper. “what did jungkook do?” your typing paused as an icy chill moved over your body, your boyfriend instantly detecting the change in attitude.

“nothin’.” 

“baby, you know you can’t lie to me.” jimin said sternly, irritation seeping into his tone. you flinched ever so slightly before jimin engulfed you in a soft hug, instantly regretting it. you knew he wasn’t mad at you, but instead what had happened to you. “did that kid hurt you? did he bail on you? did he...touch you?” 

“he was drunk and barely did any work and-“ you whimpered tiredly as jimin held you closer, wanting nothing more to wash jungkook off of you and bask in your boyfriend. “he touched me...and he started insulting you and i-“ you could barely finished, curling into your boyfriend, who only tried to control his angry demeanour. you knew he was pissed and wanted nothing more than to destroy your old friend but all you wanted was for him to take your mind off things. “please just make me forget...” 

you watched with innocent eyes as a dark cloud stormed through jimin, his lips parted as he wet them with his tongue. “what did you say?” 

you felt yourself keen into a submissive stance, falling into the game yourself and jimin played. the slightest of things making him click, ready to move his piece across the board. you let your gaze lock with his, the dullness of submission creeping into your eyes. 

“please make me forget, sir.” 

jimin chuckled lowly, ghosting his finger tips over your supple cheeks and tilting your jaw to make you look up at him. “are you ordering me around, angel?” he hummed, tilting his own head to the side to get a better look at you. “the little attention whore, telling me...what to do? after you let that filthy boy put his hands on you?” 

his words were harsh but spoken with a soft tone and a delicate touch that trickled down to your throat before gripping it lightly and forcing you to stand. jimin backed you into the nearest wall, other hand caging you in. “i’m not your daddy or your jungkook little one, you don’t get to order me around.” 

“yes sir,” you whispered, a small moan starring in the back of your throat. jimin only smirked, releasing your throat as he kissed you lazily. tongues playing togetherness a heated dance. 

excitement tugged at your heartstrings as you bit at his lips, heat pooling between your legs. you wanted nothing more than for jimin to claim you and make you forget everything about jungkook. you only wanted jimin. the man himself let his hot mouth move sloppily from your lips, ascending down your jaw and to your neck. teeth nipping at the sensitive skin where he could show you off as his. 

“i’ll mark you right here, so everyone knows who you belong to, baby.” he hummed, tracing his tongue over each mark before he hauled you over his shoulder and head for your shared bedroom.

placing you down gently, jimin shrugged off his shirt to reveal his toned dancers body from his minor classes, he kissed you once with adoring eyes before kissing a trail down your clothed stomach. “what to do with you, what would help you forget baby?” 

whining as jimin pushed your hips down to stop you from rutting into him. he pushed up your shirt, ghosting his fingertips over your exposed skin. “fingers...hands...” you couldn’t make up your mind as jimin flipped you over, landing on his back with ease. 

“how about face?” he mumbled, pushing your hips over his face to the point where your thighs rested either side of his head. with a tentative touch he pushed your panties to the side, hot tongue drawing a stripe along the length of your heat. wetness gushed from within, causing your boyfriend over moan into your slickness. “your pretty little pussy tastes so good.”

you gripped his hair as your hips moved on their own accord, rutting against jimin’s tongue slipped and slid inside you and over your clit. whining, loudly you pressed your head on the head of your shared bed, loving the feeling of jimin’s hands forcing you forward over his eager mouth. you felt him hesitate at the vibration of your phone from your discarded pants, but your moans urged him on.

“minnie...” you sighed into the air, tossing your head back and ignoring the vibrations again. a harsh slap to your ass, caused you to fall forward on the bed frame. “uh-oh my god!” 

jimin pulled himself from drawing patterns over your clit with his tongue to remind you. “you address me as your fucking master or sir, babygirl, don’t forget your fucking place.” he reprimanded with a pinch to your ass. your phone beeped again. with an impatient growl, jimin yanked your phone from your clothes after pushing you face first over his knees, your head in his lap and your ass in his face. a lazy finger made its way past your entrance with practised ease, your dripping arousal allowing jimin to slide in better. 

you gasped out, breath heavy as he slowly pounded your crying hole with one finger, curling it slightly. like you had been trained to do, you pawed at jimin’s growing erection as you whined. almost begging for permission to touch him. your boyfriend looked down at you with a stoic face as he held your phone with his other hand, dark eyes granting you permission to pull down his clothes and get at his solid length. 

“it’s jungkook.” he stated, adding another finger to the mix, curling and brushing at the spot that made your thighs quiver and essence drip down your legs. “he says he’s sorry, how cute. he wants to make it up to you. wants to see you right now.” jimin’s tone was even and straight, nothing compared to the wobbly whines of ‘please’ and ‘master’. “if only he knew how  beautifully pathetic you looked right now babydoll, drooling over master’s cock.” 

you couldn’t help but whine at the mix of degradation and praise, rolling your hips back into his hand as you  dribbled over his lap, using the slick of your hand to tug at his length. the lavender haired boy chuckled, holding out your phone to unlock before typing away. “maybe he’d like to see...” 

grasping jimin’s, now bare legs, you moaned as he pumped his fingers within your heated core. the simple suggestion had you fluttering around the man’s digits, the thought of jungkook seeing how pathetic you were for jimin and not him. a click of the camera behind you had you pausing, hesitant eyes catching with jimin’s. “you don’t mind if i send him a little something, darling, is that okay?” he asked with a soft tone, returning to your fluffy and bright smiled boyfriend. you only nodded, wiggling your hips as a sign for him to continue. “of course you wouldn’t, dirty girl.” 

instead of granting you such satisfaction, jimin pulled his fingers from your slick heat, smacking them down on your ass cheek heavily as to elicit the long and almost pornographic moan from between your parted lips. “turn around for me doll, i wanna see your pretty face.” jimin mumbled, helping you rotate to sit in his lap once more, bare length brushing up against your overstimulated bundle of nerves. you quivered in your position, letting jimin send off the text to jungkook’s contact. the lavender haired boy set the phone down, locking his dark eyes with yours as he pushed his slick fingers between your lips. “suck.”

you wasted no time cleaning off his fingers, tasting yourself in on your tongue. “tastes good, master.” you simpered, smiling as jimin cooed praises at your work. his other hand traced small patterns down your skin, darting across the small of your back and igniting a fire within. your belly filled with butterflies when jimin pawed at your hips, gently pulling you back and forth against his hardening girth. “feels good too...”

the smirk on your boyfriend’s face had you rutting back against him, jaw running slack as jimin guided you. small gasps escaped his lips as your paces increased, the air between you heating up as your lips met in passionate kisses. tongues swirled as hips moved and lips smacked and moans were made. you couldn’t help but be a little bold as jimin threw his head back, lips trailing down to make your possessive mark on his neck, biting down hard. he was yours and you were ready for him to make you his. 

“we got a text back baby...” jimin moaned as you sucked on his sweet spot, you loved it when he was vocal instead of growling and huffing. he tugged you away slightly, letting you lick over his newfound bruise  to show you the message. 

‘YN..., what’re you doing-?’ 

the text read, but you were too far gone to think of a response an orgasm building up just from rutting against your boyfriend. puffs of air left your lips and jimin chuckled darkly, hinting at you to use your words. “w-what...oh m-what should i say master?” 

thumbing your clit for a second, jimin shifted himself to position his length at your entrance, his cock lubricated with the endless wetness from your heat. whimpering, you eased yourself down onto him with fingers tangled in the wet of his hair from where he had started to sweat. “can i take another picture baby?” jimin mumbled, hands hips settling on your hips as you both adjusted. you only nodded, resting your head on his shoulder to catch your breath. “i need words YN.”

“yes, yes you can.” you agreed  breathlessly, the feeling of being so full sending you into a mindless state. jimin kissed your cheek as he pushed you to sit up, snapping a picture of where your bodies met and sending it off to jungkook.

“good girl.” your boyfriend chuckled, thrusting up into you experimentally, loving how you whines and gripped onto him tighter. 

meanwhile, jungkook could feel himself hardening in the basketball shorts he’d thrown on, the fabric becoming too tight for him to breathe comfortably. his eyes whisked over the text over and over again, thumbs hovering over the keyboard whilst he looked over the image. YN, his YN, back arched perfectly with her mouth open in what would’ve been a soft whimper. he could almost imagine the sound, the feel of her squeezing around his thick length and not his.. not jimin’s. 

‘she’s doing so good for her master, sitting on his cock like a good little slut.’

“fuck.” the boy whispered, carding a hand through his curling locks as he bit his lip. his hand begun to dance down his bare chest to the waistband of his shorts as he thought up a reply. before he knew it, the small dots indicating typing had popped up, a second message coming through.

‘can’t think of a reply? such a shame, i wanted to play daddy.’

the male felt his hips buck up into his hand involuntarily at the pet name, his desire for YN growing at an increasing rate. he wondered if she still felt the same, wet and pulsating around his cock. jungkook moaned slightly, finally allowing himself to lightly fist his length with the precum dripping from its tip. 

clouded by lust he did the unthinkable, only hoping he wasn’t overstepping the boundaries. 

the phone rang loudly as jimin gripped your hips, thrusting up wildly with dark eyes as you matched his pace. mouths wide out open with heavy breaths and the sounds of skin slapping on skin resonating throughout the room. 

you paid no mind whilst jimin’s hand left your hip to fiddle with the device, focusing on the tight knot that was building in your core. you’d buried your face in jimin’s neck not too long ago, enjoying the feeling marking him as yours. your boyfriend tapped your back slightly, signifying for you to lean back and bounce your hips in tune with his. “isn’t she gorgeous?” jimin chuckled, and you faltered.

“fuck, she’s so fucking beautiful...” 

you heard jungkook’s voice emanating from the screen, suddenly aware of what was happening. a facetime call. your boyfriend must of sensed your hesitance, shielding your frame from the camera’s view before kissing you sweetly, eyes asking for permission to continue. you nodded your head, it was nothing you couldn’t handle. jimin smiled brightly, slowly bringing the camera back to you as you regained your composition and pace. all you had to do was please him. 

jimin blinked up at you tenderly, grinning at how beautiful his girl was all for him. knowing that jungkook could only watch and never touch what was his. “why don’t you tell daddy thank you, since he praised you so nicely.” 

you heard yourself and jungkook groan slightly in unison and it pleased you to know how much of an affect you still hand on him. it made you feel powerful. “thank you daddy...” you whined as jimin latched onto one of your nipples to give the latter boy a show and you felt your ego inflate when jungkook let out a soft whimper in response. “are you touching yourself daddy?” 

you managed between breathy moans, jimin making a canvas of your chest and neck as his lips smirked against your skin. his girl, ever the tease. 

“yes baby, fuck...all for you.” jungkook moaned at the view, leaning back to show his large hand wrapped around his pulsing cock, the head burning a bright red with excitement. your centre tingled around your boyfriend’s own length at the image, a lewd noise coming from where you both met as more of your slick gushed out. 

“i bet you’d like it if she was the one pleasuring you, kook,” your boyfriend mumbled, handing you the phone so that he popped into view. reminding jungkook of his presence. “her mouth, her hands...her cute little pussy.” 

you moaned with each word, the knot in your stomach becoming tighter and tighter, knowing it would spur both men on. “god, please minnie...more!” 

the lavender haired male growled lowly, spanking your ass twice as he rutted into you fast and hard. “that’s master to you.” 

“spank her again, please.” jungkook demanded over the phone, causing jimin to work himself harder against you, the head of his cock hitting that spot that made you collapse on top of him. his palm smacked down against your left cheek again, and then your right with slightly less force. you slumped against him as he used your throbbing, soaking hole, drooling onto his shoulder as his length drilled into you, almost splitting you into two. “fuck that’s it, what a brainless slut.” 

you whimpered, pulling jimin’s hair and scratching at his back so hard you almost broke skin. you could see on the phone, that you were so desperately holding, that jungkook was nearing his high, his hips stuttering as he drove his girth up into his fist. slick sounds of his wet length poured from the phone as you watched with a salivating mouth. “m-master...kook’s gonna cum...” you barely managed, clinging to jimin for dear life as he took you how he wanted. 

“you gonna cum for her kook? cum all over your hand like a horny teenager just for her?” jimin teased. the younger only nodded, too far gone to even control the grunts and moans of your name. “would you cum on her face? let her clean it off with her tongue like the filthy baby she is?”

“shit, YN...feels so fucking good...wanna cum in your pretty little hole...fuck princess.” the raven haired boy whispered, squeezing his length as if it was you clenching around him. you moaned along with him, just to send him over the edge when jimin suddenly pushed you down onto your back, pulling out of you slightly and grabbing the phone from your grip. 

he gently teased your entrance with the head of his cock, not quite slipping in, and not quite pulling out. he flipped the camera to show jungkook your worn out and frazzled state. messy hair and puffy lips. watery eyes and sweaty skin. to jungkook, you looked absolutely beautiful. just like how you did on the days where he’d spend hours ravishing your body. the days when you were his. 

“you see her, jungkook,” jimin mumbled, gently thrusting into you as you sighed. his pace was much slower than before and from over the phone you could see the softness in his eyes. “you see my beautiful YN, she’s mine and no matter what you do, she’ll always be mine. mine to kiss, mine to love, mine to fuck. her heart? it belongs to me. this pussy?” jimin rolled his hips into yours slowly, allowing you to feel every inch of him, letting him fill you up to the brim and feel him all the way in your fingertips. “mine. and i want you to remember, after this, she’ll always be thinking of me, moaning for me, cumming for me. it’ll be me. not you. remember that.” 

and with that, your boyfriend cut off the video call, throwing the phone elsewhere on the bed as he collapsed on top of you. your let your legs wrap around his waist as he took you deeper, sensual longing thrusts taking you closer and closer to unraveling the knot. “you’re mine baby, always mine.” he grunted, hips snapping against yours as your fingers tangled into his sweaty locks. 

“im always yours, no one else’s minnie.” you gasped back, throwing your head back for him to kiss at your neck sloppily. he continued on, both of you meeting in a messy dance of lips and limbs, jimin never slowing down as his thrusts lost their rhythm. 

he pressed his face further into your neck after kissing you sweetly, fingers trailing between your bodies to thumb at your clit. “i love you so much, YN, please...cum with me.” 

you locked your gaze with him, eyes full of love and adoration. feeling him twitch within your tight walls, you nodded softly, brushing the hair from his eyes. “i love you even more.” 

jimin pressed his lips to yours, tongue swiping at their entrance to dance with your own as the first few spirts of his seed filled you. the tangled mess of knots in your stomach finally unwinded as your sweetness released onto his cock. white flashed behind your eyes and all you could see was him, feel was him and love was him. nothing and no one could compare to the way jimin made you feel, your juices mixing together as jimin gently thrust into you, mumbling nothing but sweet praises as he kissed you over and over. 

you lay tangled together for a moment or so before your boyfriend pulled his softening cock from the mess between your thighs and rolled off of you, you were left without his warm for only a second before he pulled you into his arms to spoon you. 

you blinked at him, lacing your pinkies as you rested in his embrace. “hi.” you smiled. 

“hi baby,” he grinned back, kissing your nose gently. “are you alright? i didn’t hurt you did i? was i okay?” 

you hushed jimin with a squeeze of his pinky, nearing him as close as you could in his already tight hold. you kissed his cheek before taking it into your palm and rubbing it softly, heart swelling at how he leaned into your touch. “you were amazing, more than okay...perfect, you’re always so good to me, jiminie.” you reassured him. “i love you so much.” 

“you’re always perfect for me...” he added, placing a hand over yours as he gazed at you lovingly. “im sorry for bringing jungkook into this i...i don’t know what came over me.” 

you chuckled slightly, pressing a kiss to one of the many bruises that littered his neck. jimin was always shy after sex, and truth be told it was one of the many things you loved about him. he was always tender with you. even when adding jungkook to the mix he made sure that you were okay with it every step of the way, that was why you were so comfortable going through with it. 

“jimin, my love, i didn’t mind at all, you made me feel so good and loved i didn’t even notice him and besides, he won’t tell anyone, especially after you blue-balled him.” you explained with a smile, nuzzling into your boyfriend not a moment later. jimin giggled in response, kissing your hair as he nodded along with you. 

“well i didn’t want him to see how pretty my baby looks when she cums for me!” the boy whined in a childlike manner, pink lips jutting out in a pout as he hid his face in your neck to hide his blush. you only rolled your eyes in response, heart swelling with love for your boy. you stayed cuddling for a while longer before jimin decided to run you both a hot bath to clean up. 

you spent the night giggling away, with stolen kisses and take out food on the couch, not a care in the world and not a doubt in your mind. you loved park jimin, you were in love with him and nothing could change that. 

not even jeon jungkook, you’d hoped. 

[keig-hoe-takami]

Chapter 4

Masterlist

The three friends gaped at the crowd around the UA campus, it was only the third day of school and already news reporters were circling the school gates.

‘Excuse me! You three there!’ a reported yelled as the students were noticed by the group ‘What’s it like being All Might’s pupils?’ Voices converged into one as more reporters hounded them for comments.

‘Come on guys, here.’ Kirishima put his arms around the two girls to the side of him, dragging them forcefully through the crowd, ‘He’s a great teacher, we’re really learning a lot from him!’ He shouted in the hopes of calming the crowd down, he succeeded partially, allowing the three to finally rush through the gates.

‘Oh my god that was crazy!’ Ichirou gasped, ‘I didn’t realise people would be so interested in All Might being a teacher!’

‘I mean, I guess it is pretty cool since he’s the number one hero,’ Kirishima said, looking back at the still restless crowd,

‘I hope they don’t use those pictures, you messed up my damn hair Kiri!’ Mina cried out as she tried to flatten the now frizzy mess,

‘Sorry Mina, I didn’t mean to- just wanted to protect you that’s all.’ Kirishima apologised,

‘Spoken like a true hero.’ Ichirou said, ‘I’m sure they wont use the pictures though, they’ll probably want some more candid photos.’ Mina smiled at her, slightly reassured.

‘Lets get on with home room notices…’ Mr Aizawa said calmly, ‘I’m sorry to have to spring this on you all, but we need to pick a class president.’

A ripple of excitement rolled over the class, finally they were going to be doing something school like!!

‘I wanna be class president!’ Kirishima cried out,

‘I love leader positions- Ill do it!’ Mina challenged

‘I wanna do it too!’ The girl in front of Ichirou said, almost everyone had raised their hands, Ichirou included, excited for the opportunity to prove themselves at UA.

‘BE QUIET!!’ A loud, commanding voice caused everyone to turn to the back of the room, Tenya Iida began to speak, ‘This is a task laden with responsibility where you must carry and pull everyone else’s weight! Just because you’d like to do it doesn’t mean you can!’ The tall boy had a point but he seemed to be taking the entire thing way to seriously, ‘It is a holy office that requires the great esteem and trust of those around you…! The only truly worthy leader will emerge from a democratic choice reflecting the will of the people! It must be settled with a vote!

‘But everyone will just vote for themselves!’ Kirishima shouted back,

‘Which is why the person who does earn multiple votes will be the truly appropriate person for the job, no?!’ Iida explained, Ichirou understood exactly what he meant, and placed a hand on Kirishima’s shoulder in warning.

In the end, almost everybody voted for themselves, and Ichirou wasn’t innocent. It was true that she didn’t really know anyone well enough yet to assume that they would be a good leader, though she was pleased that Momo had won vice-president, but she had also wanted to see if she could have won.

Midoriya stood at the class next to the taller girl, nervously shaking as he excepted his place as class president, ‘So then its president Midoriya and vice-president Yaoyorozu.’ Aizawa confirmed, stepping out of his sleeping bag.

The lunch rush cafeteria was just as amazing as usual; Ichirou and Mina took their seats with the boys at an empty table.

‘I’ve been talking to Asui quite a lot, she’s the frog girl who sits behind me,’ Mina explained to Ichirou, ‘I think she’s really nice, told me to call her Tsu- so I guess that means we’re friends!’,

‘That’s great, you’ll have to introduce me,’ Ichirou smiled at her friend as the two tucked into their noodles, ‘Sometimes Jirou turns round to chat to me, she so cool- her dad was in a band or something like that.’

‘She sounds awesome, there’s so many cool people in our class! I don’t even have a backstory.’ Mina sulked,

‘What do you mean you don’t have a backstory, you weirdo.’ Ichirou questioned,

‘Well, Kiri dyed his hair, and you don’t have a dad-‘ Mina started,

‘Hey, those jokes are only funny if I do them.’ Ichirou jokingly narrowed her eyes at the girl,

‘Whatever,’ Mina stuck her tongue out at her,

‘Besides, you saved those girls from that villain, that’s backstory.’ Ichirou motioned with her fork,

‘Don’t remind me of that! It’s so scary to think of!’ Mina covered her eyes, shaking her head,

‘Sorry Pinky, but you were so brave!’ Ichirou nudged the girl next to her,

‘Move up.’ Ichirou looked up at the recognisably gruff voice above her, her eyes met with Bakugou’s stern face. The girl smiled, sliding along the bench to allow the boy to sit next to her.

‘Baku-bro!’ Kirishima said, ‘Didn’t expect you to actually come sit with us!’

‘Don’t make a big deal of it shitty-hair.’ Bakugou replied, sending a glare in Kirishima’s direction, the boy put his hands up in surrender, Denki and Sero’s eyes widened,

‘Hey we got the same meal!’ Ichirou exclaimed as she saw Bakugou begin eating his noodles, ‘Mina got it too.’ She added, becoming nervous as Bakugou didn’t reply,

‘They’re pretty good.’ The boy mumbled as he finished his dish quickly, holy shit he eats fast- Ichirou thought to herself, turning to Mina who was wiggling her eyebrows suggestively back at Ichirou who faked puking to save face.

Suddenly, a loud blaring noise rang out through the cafeteria, ‘SECURITY LEVEL 3 HAS BEEN BREACHED. STUDENTS, PLEASE PROMPTLY EVACUATE.’

‘Evacuate!’ Denki exclaimed as the group left their seats, joining the crowd of teenagers trying to get to the school safety points,

‘It means someone’s infiltrated the school grounds!’ A voice shouted over the crowd, whipping the students into an even bigger frenzy. Ichirou was jostled into a wall by her upperclassmen as they raced to the door, finding it difficult to see her friends thanks to the tall 3rd years,

‘Mina! Kiri, where are you?’ She cried out, becoming stressed at the chaos of the situation as she was pushed into the wall again, face first this time. She had no clue what was going on. Her ears were ringing with the crescendo of voices and her tail was hidden between her legs in fear. Overwhelmed, she turned again, hoping to catch a glimpse of Mina’s pink hair, instead she was met by another wall.

‘Watch yourself, runt.’ Ichirou looked up to see Bakugou standing above her, ‘listen, this is those damn reporters, alright? Don’t go running around like a damn idiot.’

‘O-okay.’ Ichirou mumbled, dangerously aware of how close the two were, she was practically trapped by his strong chest,

‘The hells up with your damn ears?’ The boy questioned abruptly, noticing the way they twitched, moving independently in all directions,

‘Um, its just loud.’ Ichirou answered, her tail wiggling from side to side as she felt her entire body heat up,

‘Huh.’ Bakugou grunted, before promptly flattening the girls ears with his hands, dulling the sound and pulling her even closer to him. Ichirou’s eyes went wide at the sudden intrusion, the sensitivity of her ears causing the speed of her tail to increase rapidly, thrashing from side to side as she gripped the boys forearm.

Ichirou wasn’t sure how much time passed in this position, but she was soon taken out of her trance as Bakugou lifted his hands from her ears.

‘Its over.’ He stated, the somewhat dazed girl lifted her head from where she had burrowed into his front, she looked around noticing Iida being helped down from a doorway? How he’d got there she didn’t know- ‘He jumped.’ Bakugou stated as he took a step back from the girl, Ichirou nodded in acknowledgement as her arm dropped back to her side. Bakugou nodded back before sticking his hands in his pockets and turning to walk away.

‘For the foundational skill of heroics we’ll study today,’ Aizawa started as his class calmed down, ‘It was decided you’ll be supervised by a three-man team comprising of me, All Might and somebody else.’ Decided? Ichirou thought to herself, what were they going to be doing that needed three teachers?

‘Be the hero everyone need, whether it’s a flood or any other disaster’ The teacher dramatically revealed the activity, ‘It’s the trail of rescue!!’ Ichirou’s face broke into a smile, thanks to her wolf traits, rescue was surely going to be a strong point of hers.

‘Trail of rescue… sounds a bit difficult this time round…’ Kaminari pondered,

‘Cmon, dumbass, that’s what a hero’s whole job is!! I’m chomping at the bit!!’ Kiri replied, almost jumping out of his chair in his excitement,

‘As I was saying,’ Aizawa continued, staring down the two boys, ‘This time, it’s entirely up to each of you whether or not you wear your costume. Some of your costumes probably aren’t adapted to the task at hand, after all. The training area is fairly far away, so we’ll get there by bus. That’s all.’

‘I cant believe we’re going on a school trip!’ Mina swung Ichirou and hers hands as the two girls walked to the bus,

‘Same! I wonder who the somebody else Sensei was talking about is.’ Ichirou nodded in agreement as they came to a stop,

‘In order to get everybody seated smoothly on the bus, file into two lines according to your numbers.’ Iida, the classes new president, shouted to the waiting students,

‘Damn it, we cant sit next to each other! Why’d Iida do that.’ Mina sulked,

‘I think he’s pretty good, besides we’re close to each other so don’t worry.’ The other girl reassured as they parted to find their space in line. Ichirou was one of the last on the bus, but she soon realised poor Iida’s system had failed, no one was sat in their right places,

‘Rou!! I saved you a seat!’ Mina called from one of the benches at the front of the bus and Ichirou soon found herself sat between her and Kaminari,

‘So it ended up being this kind of bus anyway!’ Iida said defeatedly as he sat next to Mina,

‘Yeah there was no poi-‘ the girl began,

‘I think you did really well organising it Iida!’ Ichirou interrupted, sending a glare to her friend,

‘Thank you, Sato.’ Iida replied, turning to the girl,

‘Oh, call me Ichirou, we already have a Sato in this class.’ She said smiling and giving the boy a thumbs up,

‘Alright, Sa- Ichirou.’ Iida nodded his appreciation before turning to talk to Midoriya, Ichirou turned to her friends, who seemed to be in the middle of a conversation,

‘I’m kinda jealous of that kind of simple enhancer type quirk, though! There a lot you can do with one, and flashily too!’ Kirishima complimented Midoriya, ‘My hardening power isn’t bad for punch-ups, but I hate that its just not that flashy.’

‘Well , I think its an awesome quirk! Definitely a quirk that’ll be great use to a pro!’ Ichirou smiled at Midoriya’s reassurance, she was beginning to really like the strange boy.

‘Besides, Kiri, you know heroics has a lot about it that’s more like a popularity contest too, right?? You’re so nice I’m sure you’ll do great!’ Ichirou chimed in,

‘Yeah, like everyone’s gonna love Ichirou bc she’s like a teddy bear!’ Mina patted the girls head, rubbing at her ears as Ichirou leaned into the touch,

‘If we’re talking the double whammy of flashy and strong, you can’t not mention Todoroki and Bakugou!’ Kirishima added, deflecting attention,

‘Bakugou’s always fuming, so he wont be very popular.’ Asui mentioned, offhandedly, clearly not realising what she was saying,

‘The hell did you say! I’ll be popular, too!!’ The boy exploded from behind them, gripping the rails in front of him.

‘It’s only been a brief while since our socialisation has commenced and yet already we have been made apodictically cognisant of your personality, redolent as it is of a turd getting steamed in a sewer.’ Kaminari pressed the boy to further anger, Ichirou smacked his arm as she stifled a laugh,

‘Huh?! What the hell kinda vocabulary is that?! Ill fucking kill you!!’ Bakugou was practically bending the railing in anger, face scrunched up in a terrifying, but almost cute, fit of rage,

‘Damn Bakugou, you are one fouled mouthed dude.’ Kaminari continued, despite the fear in his eyes, and Ichirou had half a mind to smack a hand over the boys mouth.

‘We’re almost there. Settle down already…’ Aizawa ordered, before Bakugou jumped the railing and attacked Kaminari,

Bakugou kept his eyes trained on the poor boy, eyebrows drawn in a scowl. Ichirou looked at him subconsciously, wondering how in the world the boy could get so angry, that is, until his eyes flickered onto hers. She raised an eyebrow, snapping out of her thoughts quickly, but the boy didn’t reply, instead deciding to turn away as he so often did when their eyes met.

Ichirou’s eyes lit up as she finally saw the wide expanse of simulations the class would be training with, she shared a look with Mina whose own eyes were wide- the place looked like an amusement park!

‘Is this USJ or something?!’ Ichirou heard behind her, she had heard of the place before when researching UA as a school,

‘This is a practical training area I created to simulate all kinds of accidents and disasters,’ A voice came from the right, causing the student to turn and meet the 3rd teacher they’d be working with- the space hero 13! ‘It’s name is… the Ultimate Space for Jams!!’ they finished as the class burst in excitement,

‘I cant believe its 13!!’ Mina grabbed Ichirou’s hand and gripped tightly, gasping at the thought of meeting another pro hero,

‘I know! And they’re going to be teaching us!’ Ichirou added, just as excited as her friend to be learning from such an amazing hero.

‘Before we begin, just a thing,,, or two,’ 13 started again as the chatter died down, ‘I’m certain you’re all already quite aware, my quirk is called ‘black hole’ no matter what material may get sucked into its vortex, I’m afraid it will turn into dust.’

‘That’s a quirk perfect for removing wreckage and saving people injured by disasters!’ Midoriya shouted out excitedly,

‘Yes… it is, however, a power that could also be easily used to kill people. And in that way, it’s no different from the quirks of everyone here.’ At those words, Ichirou felt herself tremble, remembering how long it took for her to get used to her claws, how she would wake up scratched and bloody from restless nights, how she cut her friends, teachers, her own mother. ‘Naturally, in this society of super humans, quirks are strictly regulated, and the requirements for their lawful use enforced. Now, this lesson will serve as a fresh start! Lets get to studying about how to wield our quirks for the sake of human life! That is all! You have my gratitude for listening so intently and patiently!’ 13 finished their speech with a bow and was met with a round of applause from the students, all empowered by the words.

‘All right, first things first…’ Aizawa began, seeming to be disturbed by something in the centre court, Ichirou couldn’t see very well, but there seemed to be a swirling black mass- by the looks of things it wasn’t part of the training course. ‘Huddle together and don’t move!’ He shouted back as figures began to emerge from the darkness, ‘13! Protect the students!’

‘Is this like that training pattern at the entrance exam? Kiri said as Ichirou backed into him,

‘I really don’t think so- sensei looks nervous.’ Ichirou turned to the boy, speaking quietly as to not alarm the others.

‘Don’t move!’ Aizawa shouted back to the huddled children as he fixed his goggles, ‘Those are villains!!’ Ichirou’s suspicions had been right, she stepped back in realisation that these were the people the pro hero’s battled- and they were coming for her class.

‘Rou, can you hear what’s going on?’ Kirishima asked as he wrapped a protective arm around the girl who nodded in return, training her focus on the centre of the chaos.

‘According to the teachers curriculum we procured yesterday, Mr All Might was supposed to be here…’ Ichirou’s ears twitched at the unexpected voice coming from inside the black hole,

‘They wanted All Might,’ She relayed, ‘and I’m fairly certain that the black mass is actually a person.’ Kirishima and some of those around her seemed almost relieved that they weren’t the target,

‘You can’t tell me All Might… the symbol of peace… isn’t here…’ a dry rasping voice consumed Ichirou’s sensitive ears, it was a voice she was certain would haunt her forever, ‘I wonder if he’ll show up if we kill the kids?’

Ichirou tensed- they needed to get out.

a/n : its getting spicy y’all ft. Bakugou’s tiddies :)

taglist : @jazzylove

[growingingreenwood]

What are some " Just Canadian Things" you can think of? Lol I'm curious, especially winter ones.

Going to a party and everybody putting their alcohol on the deck / back step because it'll chill it muucchh faster than any freezer ever could. 

The time between winter and spring called "Grey/Brown Sludge Season." 

When it's cold and you go inside or anywhere warm and your glasses do the fog up thing

Trying to text your friends or change your song when you're outside but your hands are numb so your phone doesn't care 

Your winter chore as a kid was always shoveling 

When you try to stop at a light but mother nature doesn't agree so you slide halfway through the intersection even though you were going 2.5 kilometers an hour and but everyone just accepts it because who hasn't been there? And if you haven't, your time is coming. 

I hope you didn't like those shoes because now they have Salt Stains

 Getting to your destination and having to take off like 2 layers of clothes or get changed completely into your 'people clothes' and not your 'oh my god it is -38 out there and I can feel .5 of my body' cold. 

When there's a huge snowfall in a short amount of time and everybody has an attitude more or less of "I'll get there when I get there I guess 🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️ lol." 

 Accepting and anticipating your classmates and coworkers that live outside the city to just physically not be able to come to sometimes 

The Unbelievable Unity that strikes any vicinity when somebody finds out you need to boost your car. Or all those sweet hockey dads and trades guys that always stop to help you dig your car out when you get stuck or to pull you out of the ditch. (For real: 2 year ago I was driving to Grand Prairie in a pretty heavy snowfall and we ended up hitting black ice and hitting the ditch. We called a for help but would take like 6 hours for somebody to come get us. We settled in the car and lit some candles to keep us warm and got some blankets to wait it out our next step when a huge pickup truck pulls up and like 4 dude hop out in overalls and shovels and are like 'oh yeah we work in a camp near here, we saw you go into the ditch and came to help you.' And we were out of there in like maybe 20 minutes. 

Slipping on ice and falling 19288383 times a month. 

The very specific 'Penguin Walk' that all Canadians seem to learn out of instinct or DNA. We had to teach the exchange students in my class how to do it so they wouldn't die lol 

Plugging your car in everynight 

Getting your tongue stuck to things all the fucking time as a kid until one day you took it too far so now you dont do that anymore

Almost dying on a toboggan and then going back up the hill to do it again 

Do Not Engage The Geese. I Repeat. Do Not Engage The Geese. Is he standing on your child? No, that's the goose' child now. Accept that it is letting you leave with your life and you need to accept that gift.

Getting Slurpies and ice caps even tho you haven't seen grass or fresh leaves for like 3 months and the air hurts your face 

When you put your dogs outside if they're too small you gotta watch them with like binoculars at the back door to see when you need to go be a Snow Lifeguard because they got too cold and their legs froze and now they cant walk. 

Your windows freeze shut & depending how well your house is insulated / heated and how cold it is outside you get just as much ice on the inside of the window as the outside.

Left your food in the car? Lol its chill, theyll be fine for another 2 months

 The Calming But Also Alarming Sensation Of Absolute Silence Right After It Snows 

Going for a nature walk as a kid hoping to find some cool rocks or something but finding a Bear instead

Remembering that you always misremember how big Moose are until you see another one and you're like OH     Y E A H 

The extinction of house hippos 

The true show of love is if somebody scrapes your windshield for you. Or pumps your gas 

Starting school/work when the sun is down and leaving school/work when the sun is down

You own, like, 19 jackets. Including a 'spring jacket' which apparently most people don't know of???? Idk 

Omg all of your halloween costumes as a kid always looking like a pile of pillows in a costume that fits super weird because your mom got your outfit like 4 sizes too big so you could fit your snowsuit underneath 

Referring to the United States of America as nothing but 'The US' 

The universal hateed of the Toronto Airport

Literally last week I did that thing where you throw warm water out of a cup into the air outside and it evaporates instantly

Co-workers you didnt even know worked there will offer you a ride home if somebody finds out your walking anywhere

Legit concern of frostbite (lol I got it on my ears in highschool when I got lost one day)

Taking your shoes off when you get to some public spaces (Doctors office's especially but I've seen it in other professions buildings because everybodys shoes are always so gross and wet and diry and have stuff sticking to them

Is this a lane? Is that a lane? Is this road one lane or two? I'll just guess

Poutine: Sold in every single place that serves food and is the ultimate drunk and hungover good

Getting really really excited when you find other Canadians outside of canada. Especially online (you know who you are 🥰🥰)

[clumsyclifford]

i have followed your advice and listened to what well isn't exactly happy but at least upbeat music yesterday and for a bit it picked up my mood so thank you for putting that idea in my head and also for sending love ❤

i believe in you and your tea obsession too i'm sure you can still manage 73 cups

KHSKDMSLDKXJD sure love i'll just hack your webcam i mean seeing you sounds better than seeing kiernan shipka anyway

love that for you, you deserve nice days 💕 hope you managed some work over the weekend. ooh alright noted i'll refrain from asking about your cl*sses again it is very understandable to not want to talk about them. i have the same thing when someone asks me about my bachelor thesis so yeah i get it

thank you for indulging me i like planning hypothetical weddings or just generally planning things though i too really don't want an actual one. ooh i remember we talked about this a little before and you had a very pretty red dress in mind. so i guess a fitting colour scheme for everything would be red and white with maybe black accentuations. i would like to wear either sth like lisa gaskarth's wedding dress or sth resembling alex' suit (i was already in love with her dress but then i watched their wedding video and now i can't chose between both their outfits bc i love them) early fall is perfect it's the best season (with spring but less bugs so literally perfect) helen's gotta play some kind of important part bc i found your blog bc of her and also just bc she's helen. a tea station. bella Your Mind. this is why we're getting married. oh and i would like to have tulips somewhere please. i can't wait to see your 20 sth weddings truly love that for you 🙈

reasonable answer about the hand/nose kisses however have you considered the cuteness of someone peppering kisses over their significant others face and in that nose kisses being included. for example imagine let's say lashton in the morning. ashton is up bc i imagine him to be the weird kind of person that wakes up early just because and he decides to be a bother and startes just randomly kissing luke wherever he can to wake him up and then luke grumpily wakes up and demands proper kisses and to continue to be a little teasing bitch ashton refuses to kiss him on the mouth at first and instead kisses his nose. it is cute in my head. though hand kisses are unmatched actually so i don't even know why i'm arguing for the nose kisses. also i'm fairly sure i must have read this concept in some fic and am plagiarising it my sincerest apologies i did not mean to copy whoever wrote sth like this before. god my brain is weird af today i'm gonna go to sleep. good night, love you very much and hope you're well 💕 -fiancee

oh nice!!!!! i’m glad it worked for a little bit at least. what songs did you listen to i’m curious to know

dfkjgdfmj thank you tbh i’m not doing super well i have days with no tea but then i have like four cups in a day so like? i have no idea. also though, i just realized we are more than halfway through this month?? how the fuck?? is that possible??? jesus christ didnt february JUST start. what is going on

fgkgjkdfj okay cool deal, you don’t ask about my classes and i won’t ask about your thesis

!!!!!!! omg okay yes i STRONGLY support these fashion choices also dgfkhljdlmj OF COURSE helen has to be an essential part you’re so right alright well @calumcest no pressure but what role would you like in my and fiancee’s wedding, weigh in <3 as for tulips i am ABSOLUTELY down they are super pretty this is so CUTE!!!! fiancee i love this wedding so much on vibes alone i cant wait for it to not happen

mmmmmm but that’s not nose kisses then, that’s just. kisses. thats just general kisses. also that sounds like a prompt from one of those lists and also vaguely familiar but tbh maybe it’s just a General Brand of Fluff don’t worry about it ldkfjgkdfj (not to be like you’re probably thinking of one of my fics but that made me think of the disconnected one so? maybe that??)

anyway! i am well! thank you! love you <3