#3. my shit fuck damn phone i'm glued to at all times

[sadbreadcrumb]

the fuck is wrong with me.

[rikilouvre]

Game on.

"ethan lee, incase you feel cheated on, i'm going to remind you firsthand that you started this."

"who said i'm going to be?"

story includes : toxic relationship, cheating, dark aesthetic, lee heeseung x reader, angst, profanity

a/n : this is just a short fic to let everyone know this account is still alive lol midterms just ended 3 days ago and i'm enjoying my long-weekend. happy halloween, everybody.

theme song : feeling good by michael bublé, earned it by the weeknd

a fight happened the night before the party, "ethan, are you really going to blame everything on me? you're always too focused on work like nothing's ever gonna be enough." his arms helping his body lean on the cold marble countertop, too bottled-up to talk and too mad to make a decision. he glued his gaze onto the wall, eye-level ; contemplating whether he should lash out or end things. neither happened, instead, he spoke. "nothing's really gonna be enough if you keep failing at what you're supposed to do at work." you stood still, dumbfounded – you thought you were doing a good job finishing all your tasks as the ceo's secretary, but, you weren't?

"what are you talking about?" you questioned him, daringly. "what am i talking about? i'm talking about how you're always near guys who aren't even a match for me instead of actually doing your damn job!" he's had it. though you weren't done with your interrogation and the ultimate downfall that was only about to start, "and who are you to tell me that i'm not doing my job properly? you're just some lousy marketing officer who can't even manipulate me into thinking you're doing a great-ass job hiding all your petite little girls in your goddamn messages! yes ethan, i saw it all!" no sympathy is present in the atmosphere – just pure anger, betrayal, and negligence. "those overtimes you're taking, turns out you're just making work an excuse to meet pretty little megan. or if you're feeling a bit bored with her, you book a date with pretty miss harper. harper, ethan, my college bestfriend and our officemate. i really can't believe you." you threw your hands up in the air as a sign of defeat.

he was exposed enough to be alarmed and so, he rushed towards you, "are you snooping through my phone?" he gripped you by your shoulders tight, each word coming out his mouth was covered with fear — trembling with anger. "i would never tell, now let the fuck go!" you shook out of his hold to walk out, but before going to your separate room, you reminded : "you better enjoy your night with your sidechicks tomorrow 'cause hell i'm not coming to the anniversary party with you." and there, you slammed the door shut. you could hear from the other side of the room, ethan, who's now cursing the air and screaming like an insane person.

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and there he goes, giving you his shit-eating grin while cheap girls cling on him – megan and your now ex-bestfriend harper – his sidechicks. ethan pointed your way for harper to see and she waved at you, in which you flipped her off hard with no humour present in your facade, she was confused. ethan probably didn't let her know too, huh?

even you yourself have no idea why you're letting your relationship with him turn into something like this, but it's too late to fix it since you've already bitten into ethan's tricks. you just gave him a cold gaze and a simple unenthusiastic grin in a distance, gently cradling the red wine glass on your palm. you look at the liquor, examining its viscosity – so rich and thick – just like your hatred for how your loving and perfect boyfriend turned to be. but at the same time you just love drinking everything in, dismissing the aftermath of it but instead enjoying the moment.

you cross your legs and raise your brows, resting your free arm on the frame of the couch's backrest. just in cue, park jongseong, better known as jay in your work, approached you and sat beside you. "hey, rascal." he leaned on the backrest of the couch and crossed his arms to give your boyfriend a good glare before asking, "tension's pretty heavy. had a fight?"

"pretty much. and you're going to help me piss him off even more." before jay could even talk back, which you were pretty sure that he wouldn't since he knew what's up, you pulled him out of his seat to go somewhere out of ethan's sight. you gave your lovely boyfriend a signal that you were gonna do something worse than what he's doing to you — which caught him off-guard and showed apparent soreness from the fact that you're beating him in his own game. looking back, you can see bim excusing himself from his sidechicks and coming to you.

make your own ending <3

[ @lalalalawon ]

[angelcorebabyowo]

Title: Honeydew

Warnings: Brief mention of suicidal thoughts

Summary: Lydia, Johann and edward get ready for a party and it's all OOC because yeah

"I don't even want to go!" Johann complains adjusting his poet's shirt and flopping down into the window bench with a huff as Lydia just as quickly starts to brush through his unkempt hair, he even closed his eyes whenever the strokes got gentler. He typically didn't go to parties unless he was performing and he, sadly, wasn't invited to do that this time. Honestly, the only reason he agreed to go was that it was considered rude to ignore an invitation from the mayor so he felt as if there wasn't really even a choice. Maybe he should just fake sick to get out of it, that wouldn't be all that bad, just a simple little head cold.

He sighs softly and leans back into his sister so that he wasn't jerked around as much, he was a bit tender-headed so it made it easier on both of them now that he wasn't wincing every three seconds. "It'll be perfectly fine babes, don't stress so much. You'll get gray hairs if you do it too much." Lydia warned with a small grin, her unnaturally sharp canine teeth looking unnatural amongst the normal ones. A few years ago she dragged everyone into sharping them but she continues to do it every time they run down even slightly. It would be weird if she didn't make it look so damn good " Although I bet you'd love that, huh?"

"Oh, you better believe it" Johann joked sticking just the tip of his tongue out of his mouth by habit. That wasn't a lie, he always fantasized about the thought of having grayish-silver hair at a young age and everyone in the family knew it and would make fun of him at every chance they could. He knew it wouldn't be a good look or actually enjoy it but it still made him laugh every time so he didn't really think that far ahead on the subject. His dad had gone completely grey by the time he was 30 and Edward, his brother, was starting to already so signs of it at the ripe age of 16 so it was possible that he could develop early on as well. "Could you imagine me being completely grey by my 20th birthday? You'd have to start calling me sir in a sign of respect!"

"You get no respect, none" Lydia laughs and stops brushing Johann's hair for a quick second before starting to do the very loose twist with her fingers. It was one of the easiest hairstyles she knew that could be done in half an hour or less. "Put it in a bun or just leave it down? Either way, it's getting twisted because I've already started."

"Maybe in a bun? " He mumbles leaning more onto the window and looking out at the city the setting sun was hitting just perfect to cast a somewhat orange and pink glow on the tops of certain buildings.  He assumed his apartment complex was one of them do to the height alone. He sometimes wanted to just sit on the ledge and watch the sunset that way, one false mood and he would plummet ten stories down before landing in the pool below. He wondered if he'd still be alive by that point. 

"A buns always a safe option." She whispers interrupting his thoughts and gently putting his hair in a bun before taking a step back to look at her handiwork "Its a little high but I think you should be good. That way it's nearly a safe bet, not one person would recognize you." 

"Do you think Avi would still recognize me though?" Johann questions as he looks into the vanity mirror and puts on a fix inspired mask. He forgot why he picked a fox, maybe do to their cunning abilities or something along those lines. He'd picked it out when he first got the invitation weeks ago so all memories seemed to just fade from him. 

"Avi would recognize you even if you didn't have a face or hair, now stop being a love-stuck puppy and both of you finish getting ready. " Edward interrupts walking into the room. How no one heard him walking down the hall with the obnoxiously loud heels was beyond everyone. He was also wearing his mask already. A cream scaled one with a few black scales mixed into it as it added ' Flavor '

'Snake' was the first thing that came to Johann's mind whenever he first saw it all those weeks ago, and even today his mind couldn't stop from going to that place no matter how many times Edward insisted it was a dragon inspired one. Johann still wondered what kind of snake it would even be, maybe just a simple corn snake. Edward wasn't that mean, after all, he wouldn't pick something venomous after all. 

"I am ready." Johann insists pointing to his outfit, the only thing he had to do was change into some dress pants and he'd be off to go.

"I was talking about both of you. More specifically Miss. "I'll do it later" over there," Edward says, he had a point after all. Lydia wasn't even remotely ready to go at that point. Her hair was pulled into an over-the-top and eye-drawing hairstyle and her nails were done to perfection, but other than that her clothes were just basic pajamas "go get dressed before we leave you at home." 

Lydia smirks before patting Edward on the cheek in a taunting manner. "Talking mad shit for someone who got his license suspended."

"Johann can! Right, you can still drive?" Edward questions flopping down onto Johann's bed with a loud sigh as the bed creaks under the new weight. He winced at the sound but overall didn't say anything about it. 

"I'm 15 years old and haven't even taken the exam yet" 

"Didn't ask how old or if it was legal just asked if you knew how."

"I refuse to let either one of you drive my car," Lydia says before walking out of the room to actually go get ready knowing that the other two would actually leave her behind. 

"Our car!" Edward calls before leaning over and closing the door fully and sighs loudly again before laying up against the headboard already messing up his golden capelet and neon blue shirt. He really couldn't stand not being the center of attention for a single second, he always dressed like that so it wasn't that far of a bet after all. "We have ten minutes before it starts but you know the saying-"

"Arriving fashionably late is better than arriving on time, shows how little you care."  Both of them say at the same time although while Edward sounds cheerful Johann just sounds even more tired then he always does as if he was trying to drag it out for as much as he possibly could. Johann sat at the vanity trying to figure out how he was going to cover up the bags under his eyes that, even with the mask, were extremely prominent. he eventually just settled on leaving them there as it seemed to add character to the entire look. (He was going for a renaissance era poet who just lost his husband due to some mysterious illness. He seemed to actually be hitting all of the points except for the crying but no way was he going to cry in front of people.)

They sat in silence now, it wasn't awkward, in fact, it was more comfortable than anything. Edward was doing something on his phone and Johann was trying not to have a panic attack because he was actually going through with this while struggling to fit pants that were a little too tight on. Alright, so maybe it wasn't all that comfortable but it was close enough to it. 

After about 20 minutes Lydia rushed in with a smile wearing bother her outfit and mask on. It was a multi-colored short yet puffy dress that fell off the shoulders and a mask that looked suspiciously like a peacock with the number of feathers that seemed to be hastily glued on. "All they had at the store was the plain ones so I had to glue the feathers and sequins on myself so now it looks as if a 3-year-old designed it!" she complained before going over to Edward and promptly laying down on top of him with an over the top sigh. "Woe is me."

"Well whose fault is that L? We offered you to come with us weeks ago but Noooo, you needed to wait till the last second like some sort of troublemaker," Edward says pushing her off and then promptly standing up and rubbing his eyes slightly and throws the keys he had been hiding in his pockets to Lydia with a pout. 

"Off we go come along little children!" Lydia says before walking out the door again, the sound of her boots echoing through the mostly empty hall. The only thing in them was a few paintings of fruit painted in over the top and crazy colors and a single statue at the end of the hall that they won at an auction a few years ago for like a thousand dollars,

It wasn't worth it.

"We're the same age!" Johann argues running after her trying to put on some of his slip-on shoes as he walked. It didn't fit the look but no way was he also going to wear heels, that was pushing it too far for him at best. 

"Stairs or Elevator?" Edward askes whenever all three make it out of their apartment building and into the main hallway "I'm taking the stair because no way am I getting Vored by an elevator"

"Stop being so mean to me!"Edward whines but gets in the elevator anyway with a pout and it started to go down, Lydia was babbling about how much fun tonight would be and her brothers both groaned in unison. 

"That's baby talk. Grown-men take getting eaten like a champ." Lydia says with a small laugh before hitting the button to take them to the main lobby "Johann baby, what are you taking?"

"I'm already in pain so I'll just take the elevator, fuck walking down 10 flights of stairs. "Johann says pushing his way into the elevator and gently holds on to the railing. "Ed gets in here, I refuse to sit next to you if you walk down down disgusting!"

If this was going to happen all night then what a fun one it would be.