#I'll draw them all together... eventually...

[bratzkoo]

our three year plan pt. 3 | wonwoo

Author: bratzkoo Pairing: chaebol heir! wonwoo x chaebol heiress!/ nurse! reader Genre: angst, fluff, eventual smut Rating: PG-15 to NC-17 Word count: 6.5k~ Warnings/note: hi. i need someone to beta read this fic. hELP, dm me if interested!

summary: you think your life is ruined when your parents announced that you’re marrying the heir of a tech chaebol; jeon wonwoo. so you offered him a plan, pretend to be in love until you can fake a catastrophe to break the engagement.

jeon wonwoo thinks his life just got better when his parents announced that he’s marrying the heiress of the medical group. his long time crush and basically the woman of his dreams. so when you offered him your plan, he’s going to use it to make you fall in love with him

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Y/N adjusted the necklace Wonwoo had given her that morning—a delicate platinum pendant that matched her engagement ring—as flashbulbs popped around them. The Jeon Industries annual charity gala was their first major public appearance as an engaged couple, and it felt like all of Seoul's elite had their eyes trained on them.

"Smile," Wonwoo whispered, his hand resting lightly at the small of her back as they posed for what felt like the hundredth photograph. "You look like you're contemplating murder."

Despite her nerves, Y/N found herself laughing at his unexpected humor. "Maybe I am. Starting with whoever designed these heels."

Wonwoo's eyes crinkled behind his glasses. "Three more minutes of photos, then I'll rescue you with an urgent call from a fictional business associate."

"You've done this before," she observed, genuinely impressed by his social navigation skills.

"Corporate heir survival tactics," he replied with a wink that made several nearby socialites sigh dreamily. "Lesson one: always have an escape plan."

As promised, Wonwoo's phone rang exactly three minutes later, and he smoothly excused them from the photo line. Y/N exhaled with relief as he guided her toward a quieter corner of the ballroom.

"Thank you," she murmured. "I didn't realize fake-fiancée duties would include quite so much smiling."

"You did beautifully," he said, handing her a glass of champagne from a passing waiter. "My mother is already texting to say everyone is enchanted by you."

Y/N nearly choked on her drink. "Somehow I doubt that."

"It's true," Wonwoo insisted. "Though she did add that your dress could have been 'more befitting of the Jeon name.'"

Y/N glanced down at her elegant but understated navy gown. "What does that even mean?"

"It means you didn't spend enough to buy a small car," Wonwoo explained with a slight eye roll. "Don't worry about it. I think you look perfect."

The compliment felt sincere, and not for the first time, Y/N found herself confused by Wonwoo's seemingly effortless ability to play the adoring fiancé. Over the past three weeks since they'd begun their charade, he had been unfailingly considerate, attentive, and convincing—sometimes so convincing that Y/N had to remind herself this was all an act.

A passing couple stopped to congratulate them, and Wonwoo's arm slipped around her waist, drawing her closer. Y/N automatically leaned into him, their bodies fitting together with a comfort that belied their arrangement.

"You're getting better at this," he murmured once they were alone again.

"At what?"

"Not flinching when I touch you," he said matter-of-factly, though something flickered in his eyes. "The first week, you tensed every time."

Y/N hadn't realized he'd noticed. "Practice makes perfect, I suppose."

"Indeed it does." Wonwoo's gaze drifted over her shoulder, his expression shifting slightly. "Your parents have arrived. Shall we go greet them?"

Y/N suppressed a sigh. "Might as well get it over with."

As they navigated through the crowd, Wonwoo kept his hand loosely entwined with hers, his thumb occasionally brushing over her knuckles in a gesture that felt oddly reassuring. Y/N found herself grateful for the contact, an anchor in the sea of social obligations she'd never enjoyed.

Her parents were deep in conversation with an elderly couple when they approached. Her father broke into a rare smile at their arrival, a public display of warmth that rarely extended to private settings.

"Ah, here they are—the happy couple!" Dr. Lee exclaimed with practiced joviality. "Chairman Park, you remember my daughter Y/N? And of course, her fiancé, Jeon Wonwoo."

Introductions were made, compliments exchanged, and Y/N slipped seamlessly into her role as the dutiful daughter and bride-to-be. She'd had a lifetime of practice at these corporate functions, though previously she'd been permitted to stand quietly in her parents' shadow. Now, as half of the merger—she couldn't help thinking of it that way—she was expected to engage, charm, and represent both families.

To her surprise, Wonwoo subtly guided the conversation whenever she faltered, filling silences and deflecting potentially awkward questions about wedding dates and future plans. By the time they extracted themselves, Y/N was genuinely impressed by his social dexterity.

"You're good at this," she commented as they made their way toward their assigned table.

"Years of practice," Wonwoo replied with a self-deprecating smile. "Corporate functions have been my second home since I was old enough to wear a tie."

"It must have been lonely," Y/N observed, the words slipping out before she could censor them.

Wonwoo glanced at her, surprise evident in his expression. "It was. Most children had playmates; I had shareholders and board members."

There was no self-pity in his tone, just a simple statement of fact, but Y/N felt an unexpected pang of empathy. Perhaps they had more in common than she'd initially thought.

Before she could respond, a familiar voice called her name. Y/N turned to see Ela approaching, stunning in a crimson gown, with Mingyu by her side. For the first time that evening, Y/N's smile was entirely genuine.

"You look amazing," Ela said, embracing her. "Both of you. The engagement photos in the business section didn't do you justice."

"Thanks for coming," Y/N replied, genuinely grateful for friendly faces among the corporate crowd. "I didn't know you'd be here."

"Mingyu's company is one of the sponsors," Ela explained. "Plus, I think our parents are testing us to see if we can be in the same room without causing a scene."

Mingyu's expression was a mix of amusement and resignation. "Three months since the last public argument. I think that's a new record."

Wonwoo greeted his friend with a warm handshake that transformed into a brief hug. "Glad you made it. Our table has two empty seats if you'd like to join us."

"Rescue accepted," Ela said with a laugh. "My parents are on the other side of the room with the pharmaceutical contingent. I'm happy to delay that particular reunion."

As they settled at their table, Y/N found herself observing the easy camaraderie between Wonwoo and Mingyu. There was a genuine friendship there, built on what was clearly years of shared experiences. Wonwoo seemed more relaxed, more himself, than she'd seen him before.

"How are you really doing?" Ela asked quietly while the men were engrossed in conversation. "This can't be easy."

Y/N glanced at Wonwoo, who was laughing at something Mingyu had said. "It's... not what I expected."

"Meaning?"

"He's..." Y/N struggled to articulate her confusion. "He's good at pretending. Sometimes I almost forget we're not really engaged."

Ela studied her thoughtfully. "Maybe he's not pretending as much as you think."

Before Y/N could question her friend further, Wonwoo turned to them, his smile warming as his eyes met Y/N's. "What are you two conspiring about?"

"Just girl talk," Ela replied smoothly. "I was asking Y/N when you two lovebirds are joining us for dinner. It's been too long since we all got together."

"Actually," Mingyu interjected, "we were thinking of hosting a dinner next weekend. Something small—just us, you two, and maybe our parents? Like a pre-wedding families meetup."

Y/N nearly choked on her water. "All our parents? Together?"

"It could be... interesting," Wonwoo said diplomatically, though Y/N could see the same apprehension in his eyes that she felt.

"By 'interesting,' you mean potentially catastrophic," Ela said with a laugh. "But maybe it's better to get it over with before the wedding planning really begins. My parents already have opinions about the venue, and I'm sure yours do too."

The conversation shifted to wedding plans—all hypothetical, all part of their charade—but Y/N found herself struggling to focus. The reality of how deep their deception ran was hitting her anew. This wasn't just about living together and attending occasional events. There would be family dinners, wedding preparations, a lifetime of intersecting social obligations before they could execute their exit strategy.

Three years suddenly felt like an eternity.

"That wasn't so terrible, was it?" Wonwoo asked as they drove home, the city lights casting intermittent shadows across his profile.

Y/N leaned her head against the cool window, exhaustion setting in now that they were away from prying eyes. "It was fine. You were right about the escape tactics."

"I've had years to perfect them," he replied, a hint of weariness in his voice. "Though I must admit, having you there made it more bearable than usual."

Y/N glanced at him, surprised by the admission. "Really?"

Wonwoo kept his eyes on the road, but a small smile played at the corners of his mouth. "Really. It's nice having someone to share sardonic glances with when Chairman Park starts his third investment story."

The observation made Y/N laugh. "I thought I was being subtle."

"You were. I'm just becoming fluent in your expressions." Wonwoo navigated a turn, his hands steady on the wheel. "Your left eyebrow raises slightly when you're skeptical, and you have a particular smile that doesn't reach your eyes when you're being polite but unimpressed."

The accuracy of his observation was unsettling. "You're very observant."

"I told you, I notice things," he said simply. "Especially about you."

The statement hung between them, weighted with an implication Y/N wasn't sure how to interpret. Before she could respond, Wonwoo changed the subject.

"About the dinner with Ela and Mingyu—we don't have to go if you'd rather not."

Y/N considered the prospect of all their parents in one room. "No, Ela's right. If this were real, our families would be getting to know each other. We should maintain the illusion."

Wonwoo nodded, though he seemed distracted. "I'll confirm with Mingyu, then."

The rest of the drive passed in comfortable silence. By the time they reached home, Y/N was struggling to keep her eyes open, the emotional toll of the evening catching up with her.

"Go on up," Wonwoo said as they entered the house. "I'll lock up."

Y/N paused at the foot of the stairs, watching as he moved through their shared space with familiar ease, checking windows and setting the security system. In just three weeks, they had developed a domestic rhythm that felt strangely natural—Wonwoo taking care of the house's security, Y/N usually managing the kitchen on her days off, both of them respecting each other's space and privacy.

"Wonwoo," she said impulsively, "thank you. For tonight. You made it easier."

He looked up, surprise and something warmer flickering in his eyes. "You're welcome. Sleep well, Y/N."

As she climbed the stairs, Y/N couldn't shake the feeling that something was shifting between them—something beyond the parameters of their arrangement. The thought both intrigued and alarmed her as she prepared for bed, removing the delicate necklace he'd lent her for the evening.

It wasn't until she was drifting off to sleep that she realized she'd stopped thinking of their engagement as entirely fake. Somewhere in the past three weeks, it had become real in small, domestic ways—not the love, perhaps, but the partnership.

The realization should have frightened her more than it did.

Morning brought a return to normalcy as Y/N prepared for her hospital shift. She was pouring coffee into her travel mug when Wonwoo appeared in the kitchen, already dressed for work in a crisp suit that made him look every inch the corporate heir.

"Early meeting?" she asked, noting the time. It was barely 6 AM.

"Board presentation," he confirmed, moving to the refrigerator. "You're on until eight tonight?"

Y/N blinked, surprised he'd remembered her schedule. "Yes. How did you know?"

Wonwoo withdrew a paper bag and handed it to her. "I made you lunch. Nothing fancy, just some kimbap and fruit."

Y/N stared at the bag, then at Wonwoo, completely caught off guard by the thoughtful gesture. "You didn't have to do that."

"The hospital cafeteria is abysmal, and you always forget to eat on long shifts," he said matter-of-factly, as if preparing her lunch was the most natural thing in the world. "There's extra if you want to share with Seungcheol or your friends."

Y/N was momentarily speechless. It wasn't just the lunch that stunned her, but the casual demonstration that Wonwoo paid attention to details of her life—her schedule, her eating habits, her workplace friendships.

"Thank you," she finally managed. "That's... very kind."

Wonwoo shrugged, seeming almost embarrassed by her gratitude. "It's what partners do, right? Even fake ones."

There it was again—that blurring of lines between their arrangement and something more authentic. Y/N didn't know how to respond, so she simply nodded and finished preparing her coffee.

As they moved around the kitchen in their morning routine, Y/N found herself hyperaware of Wonwoo's presence. The domesticity of their situation struck her anew. In a parallel universe where their engagement was real, this could be their life—shared mornings, small considerations, the quiet rhythm of two lives intertwining.

The thought was both comforting and disquieting.

"I should go," she said, gathering her things. "Good luck with your presentation."

Wonwoo looked up from his own coffee, his expression softening. "Be safe. Text me if you'll be later than eight."

The concern in his voice seemed genuine, and Y/N found herself nodding. "I will."

The drive to the hospital gave Y/N time to process her confusion. Wonwoo was proving to be nothing like the cold corporate heir she'd imagined. Instead, he was thoughtful, perceptive, and surprisingly easy to live with. Their fake engagement was beginning to feel like a real partnership, at least in the domestic sense, and Y/N wasn't sure how to feel about that development.

By the time she arrived at the hospital, she had resolved to maintain clearer boundaries. This was still a temporary arrangement, regardless of how comfortable it might become. Getting too attached would only complicate their eventual separation.

As Y/N changed into her scrubs, her phone chimed with a message from Wonwoo:

Forgot to mention—your mother called yesterday about wedding venue tours next month. I said we'd discuss it and get back to her.

Reality crashed back. The wedding. Of course their families would expect planning to begin in earnest now that their engagement was public. Y/N texted back a quick acknowledgment, her earlier contentment evaporating.

This was the reality of their situation—a constant performance, a fabricated future they were building solely to dismantle later. No matter how genuine Wonwoo's kindness might be, it existed within a framework of deception.

She needed to remember that.

"Someone's got an admirer," Alexys commented, dropping into the seat across from Y/N in the cafeteria later that day. "That lunch looks way too good to be hospital food."

Y/N glanced down at the meticulously prepared kimbap Wonwoo had made. "It's nothing. Just something quick from home."

"'Home,'" Alexys repeated with air quotes. "Still weird to think of you shacking up with Tech Prince Charming."

Ela joined them, setting down her tray with a sigh. "Ignore her. She's just cranky because Tiya from pathology rejected her latest batch of samples."

"Not rejected. Questioned," Alexys corrected indignantly. "As if I don't know how to prepare a proper slide after six years. Just because she has an MD after her name doesn't mean—"

"We know," Y/N and Ela said in unison, having heard this particular rant many times before.

Alexys narrowed her eyes. "Fine. Let's talk about Y/N's fancy fiancé instead. Spill the details on domestic bliss."

Y/N picked at her food, uncomfortable with the direction of the conversation. "There's nothing to spill. We're... adjusting."

"Adjusting, huh?" Alexys wiggled her eyebrows suggestively. "Is that what the kids are calling it these days?"

"It's not like that," Y/N protested, perhaps too quickly. "We have separate rooms."

Ela studied her thoughtfully. "But you're getting along? He's treating you well?"

The genuine concern in her friend's voice made Y/N soften. "Yes, he's... not what I expected. He's actually very considerate."

"Considerate enough to make you lunch, apparently," Alexys observed, stealing a piece of kimbap. "Damn, that's good. Can he cook for all of us?"

Despite herself, Y/N smiled. "He does enjoy cooking. Says it relaxes him after work."

"A rich, handsome man who cooks," Alexys sighed dramatically. "Are you sure this is an arranged marriage and not a Hallmark movie?"

Y/N's response was interrupted by the appearance of Seungcheol, tray in hand. "Mind if I join you?"

"Please," Ela said, shifting to make room. "We were just discussing Y/N's domestic situation."

Something flickered across Seungcheol's face as he sat down. "Right. The engagement. It's all anyone's talking about since those photos hit the business section."

Y/N hadn't considered how public their arrangement would become within the hospital community. "People need to find better gossip."

"You're the CEO's daughter suddenly engaged to a tech mogul," Alexys pointed out. "It's prime hospital gossip material."

Seungcheol picked at his food, his usual easy demeanor replaced by something more reserved. "So, how is... everything? With the engagement?"

Y/N felt a strange tension, aware of both her friends' curious gazes and Seungcheol's careful neutrality. "It's not ideal, but it's what my parents want," she replied carefully, maintaining their arrangement's secrecy while acknowledging the arranged nature of the match.

If she had been watching more closely, she might have noticed the flash of hurt in Seungcheol's eyes. But Alexys quickly steered the conversation toward her latest pathology department grievance, and the moment passed.

As lunch continued, Y/N found herself increasingly aware of Seungcheol's unusual quietness. Had she said something wrong? Before she could consider it further, their pagers went off simultaneously—multiple trauma incoming from a building collapse.

Professional mode took over as they rushed to the emergency department, personal concerns set aside in the face of immediate need. For the next several hours, Y/N lost herself in the work she loved, the rhythm of emergency medicine washing away her conflicted thoughts about Wonwoo, Seungcheol, and the increasingly complicated web they were weaving.

It was late evening by the time things calmed down, all patients stabilized and either admitted or discharged. Y/N was updating charts at the nurses' station when Seungcheol approached, two cups of vending machine coffee in hand.

"Thought you could use this," he said, offering her one. "It's terrible, but it's caffeinated."

Y/N accepted gratefully. "Thanks. You were amazing in there with that crush injury."

Seungcheol shrugged, though his eyes warmed at the praise. "We make a good team."

"Always have," she agreed, the familiar ease of their friendship reasserting itself.

They worked in companionable silence for a while, shoulders occasionally brushing as they moved around each other with the synchronicity born of years working together. It was comfortable, predictable—everything her arrangement with Wonwoo was not.

"There's a hospital fundraiser next month," Seungcheol said suddenly. "Black tie, very fancy. Will you be attending with..." He hesitated. "With your fiancé?"

The question seemed loaded with something Y/N couldn't quite identify. "I suppose so. These public appearances are part of the package now."

Seungcheol nodded, his expression carefully neutral. "Right. Of course." He paused, then added quietly, "Are you happy, Y/N?"

The directness of the question caught her off guard. "What?"

"With the engagement," he clarified. "Are you happy?"

Y/N hesitated, unsure how to answer truthfully without revealing too much. "It's not ideal, but it's what my parents want," she repeated, the practiced line feeling hollow even to her own ears.

Something shifted in Seungcheol's expression, a flash of emotion quickly masked. "As long as you're happy, that's what matters."

Before Y/N could respond, another nurse called Seungcheol away for assistance with a difficult IV. As he walked away, Y/N had the distinct feeling she'd missed something important in their exchange.

Her phone vibrated with a text from Wonwoo:

Running late at the office. Don't wait up. There's dinner in the fridge if you're hungry when you get home.

Home. There was that word again, carrying a weight and meaning Y/N wasn't ready to examine too closely.

The next morning, Y/N awoke to the sound of voices downstairs—one familiar, one unexpectedly female and definitely not Korean. Curious, she pulled on a robe and padded downstairs to find Wonwoo in the kitchen with a young woman who could only be Haerin, her glamorous younger sister.

"Unnie!" Haerin exclaimed, rushing to embrace Y/N. "Surprise!"

Y/N returned the hug automatically, too shocked to do anything else. "Haerin? What—how—"

"I told everyone I was doing a cultural exchange program, but really I just missed my big sister," Haerin explained, stepping back to examine Y/N critically. "Still working too hard, I see. Those are definitely new eyebags."

Wonwoo watched their reunion with an amused expression, already dressed for work despite the early hour. "Your sister arrived about twenty minutes ago. I was just making her breakfast."

"He's cute," Haerin stage-whispered to Y/N. "And he cooks. Did the universe finally reward you for all those double shifts?"

Y/N felt her cheeks warm. "Haerin, this is Wonwoo, my—"

"Fiancé, yes, I know," Haerin interrupted with a dismissive wave. "The announcement made it all the way to my Italian Instagram. Very chic photos, by the way."

Y/N glanced at Wonwoo, who seemed remarkably unfazed by Hurricane Haerin's arrival. "I didn't know you were coming."

"That's what 'surprise' means, unnie," Haerin said with a laugh, hopping onto a barstool at the kitchen island. "When Mom told me you were engaged, I had to see this miracle for myself. My workaholic sister, actually settling down? I thought the apocalypse would come first."

Wonwoo set a plate of perfectly prepared eggs and toast in front of Haerin. "Coffee?"

"Bless you, yes," Haerin replied with a dazzling smile. "I can see why she said yes. A man who makes breakfast is worth a thousand with fancy cars."

Y/N felt a surge of panic. Haerin had always been able to see through her, even as children. How long before her perceptive sister realized their engagement was a sham?

"I have an early meeting," Wonwoo said, checking his watch. "I'll leave you two to catch up. There's plenty of food if you're hungry, Y/N."

"Thank you," Y/N managed, still processing Haerin's unexpected arrival.

Wonwoo paused beside her on his way out, then, to Y/N's shock, leaned down and placed a gentle kiss on her cheek. "Have a good day," he murmured, just loud enough for Haerin to hear. "I'll text you later."

The casual intimacy of the gesture left Y/N speechless. As the front door closed behind him, she turned to find Haerin watching her with raised eyebrows.

"Well, well," her sister said, a knowing smile spreading across her face. "Interesting."

Y/N touched her cheek, still warm from Wonwoo's kiss. "What's interesting?"

"The way you looked at him just now," Haerin said, taking a bite of toast. "Like you actually care about him."

"Of course I care about him," Y/N replied automatically. "He's my fiancé."

Haerin's eyes narrowed. "Hmm. Sit down, unnie. Eat something. Then you're going to tell me what's really going on."

"I don't know what you mean," Y/N said, pouring herself coffee to avoid her sister's scrutiny.

"Oh please," Haerin scoffed. "I've known you my entire life. Three months ago you were complaining about being married to your job. Now suddenly you're engaged to Korea's most eligible tech heir? Something doesn't add up."

Y/N should have known she couldn't fool Haerin. Her sister might project an image of carefree frivolity, but beneath the designer clothes and perfect makeup was a razor-sharp intelligence.

"It's complicated," Y/N hedged, joining her sister at the island.

"Complicated as in arranged?" Haerin guessed, her tone softening. "I figured as much when Mom started dropping hints about 'advantageous connections' after I refused to come home from Italy."

Y/N stared at her sister. "You mean—"

"If I'd been in Korea, it probably would have been me instead of you," Haerin confirmed with a grimace. "Sorry about that. Though I have to say, you seem to have landed the better end of the deal. He's hot, he cooks, and he actually looks at you like you matter. Arranged or not, there are worse fates."

Y/N wasn't sure how to respond. The idea that Wonwoo looked at her "like she mattered" was both comforting and confusing. Was he that good an actor, or was there something more genuine in his attentiveness?

"It's not what I planned for my life," Y/N finally said, opting for honesty without revealing their secret arrangement.

Haerin reached across the island to squeeze her hand. "Few things ever are. But sometimes the unexpected turns out better than the plan."

"When did you get so wise?" Y/N asked, studying her sister's face. There was something different about Haerin—a new maturity behind the fashionable facade.

"Italy has been educational in more ways than one," Haerin replied with a mysterious smile. "But we're talking about you, not me. Is he good to you? Really?"

Y/N considered the question. Wonwoo's thoughtfulness, his respect for her career, the small ways he tried to make their arrangement easier—all genuine kindnesses that went beyond their agreement.

"Yes," she admitted. "He's good to me."

"Then maybe give it a chance," Haerin suggested. "Not just the arrangement part, but the relationship. You might surprise yourself."

Before Y/N could protest that their relationship wasn't real, her phone chimed with a message. She glanced down to see a text from the hospital administration:

Approval for your participation in the Philippines medical mission (May 15-June 15) is pending final review. Please submit additional documentation regarding coverage of your regular duties during absence.

Y/N's heart leapt. The month-long medical mission she'd applied for months ago—before the engagement, before Wonwoo—was finally moving forward. It was exactly the kind of work she was passionate about: bringing healthcare to underserved communities, using her skills where they were most needed.

"Good news?" Haerin asked, noting her expression.

"Potentially," Y/N replied, already mentally cataloging what documentation she needed to submit. "A medical mission I applied for might be happening."

Haerin's brow furrowed. "When is it?"

"May through June."

"Isn't that around when Mom was talking about venue tours and engagement parties?"

The realization hit Y/N like a bucket of cold water. Of course—the mission would conflict directly with the wedding planning their mothers were eager to begin.

"I'm sure Wonwoo will understand," Y/N said, though uncertainty crept into her voice. "My career was one of our conditions. He knows how important these missions are to me."

Haerin looked skeptical. "It's not just about Wonwoo, though, is it? This is about appearances. You disappearing for a month in the middle of engagement celebrations isn't going to look good to either family."

Y/N felt a familiar frustration rising. This was exactly why she'd resisted the arranged marriage in the first place—the inevitable clash between her calling and her family's expectations.

"I'm still going," she said firmly. "If this arrangement is going to work, Wonwoo needs to support my career just as I respect his."

Haerin studied her for a long moment. "You know, for someone in an arranged engagement, you sound awfully invested in making it work."

The observation struck uncomfortably close to home. "It's a partnership," Y/N said defensively. "For however long it lasts."

"Hmm," Haerin hummed noncommittally. "If you say so, unnie. But I think there's more happening here than you're admitting—even to yourself."

Y/N changed the subject, asking about Haerin's adventures in Italy, but her sister's words lingered. Was she becoming too invested in their arrangement? Was she starting to see it as something more than the temporary solution it was meant to be?

And how would Wonwoo react when she told him about the medical mission that would take her away for a month, just when their families expected them to be planning their future together?

The question troubled her more than it should have for a relationship that wasn't real.

The hospital fundraiser was in full swing when Y/N and Wonwoo arrived, the grand ballroom of Seoul's most exclusive hotel transformed into a glittering showcase of wealth and influence. As the daughter of the hospital's CEO and the fiancée of a tech mogul, Y/N found herself the center of attention despite her preference for anonymity.

"You look beautiful," Wonwoo murmured as they entered, his hand warm at the small of her back. "That color suits you."

Y/N smoothed the emerald silk of her gown, chosen specifically because Wonwoo had once mentioned it was his favorite color. The realization that she'd considered his preferences made her pause. When had his opinion started to matter?

"Thank you," she replied, accepting a glass of champagne from a passing waiter. "You clean up nicely yourself."

It was an understatement. In his tailored tuxedo, Wonwoo looked every inch the successful heir, though Y/N had come to recognize the subtle tension in his shoulders that appeared whenever they attended public events.

"Shall we make the rounds?" he suggested, scanning the room. "Your father is watching."

Sure enough, Dr. Lee was observing them from across the ballroom, his expression expectant. Y/N suppressed a sigh. "Duty calls."

They spent the next hour circulating among Seoul's elite, playing the part of the devoted couple to perfection. Wonwoo kept her close, his fingers lightly entwined with hers, occasionally leaning down to whisper observations that made her laugh despite her nervousness.

By the time they reached the hospital staff section, Y/N was exhausted from the performance. She brightened at the sight of Ela and Alexys, both looking elegant in formal wear that contrasted with their usual scrubs and lab coats.

"Finally!" Alexys exclaimed. "We thought the corporate vultures would never let you go."

"Hospital benefactors," Ela corrected with a subtle elbow to Alexys's ribs. "Show some respect to the people who fund your lab equipment."

Wonwoo chuckled. "It's fine. I've called them worse in private."

Y/N glanced up at him in surprise. It was easy to forget sometimes that beneath the polished corporate exterior was someone who understood the frustrations of navigating the elite business world.

"Where's Mingyu?" she asked Ela, noticing her friend's husband's absence.

"Running late. Some crisis at the office." Ela rolled her eyes fondly. "He works almost as much as your fiancé."

"Speaking of workaholics," Alexys interjected, "Seungcheol's been looking for you, Y/N. Something about next week's schedule."

Y/N scanned the room, spotting Seungcheol in conversation with several other nurses near the bar. "I should go check in. Work stuff."

Wonwoo nodded, releasing her hand. "Go ahead. I'll catch up with Mingyu when he arrives."

As Y/N made her way across the ballroom, she was acutely aware of the weight of Wonwoo's gaze following her. It was both comforting and unsettling, this constant awareness of his presence.

Seungcheol looked up as she approached, his face lighting with a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes. "Y/N! I wasn't sure you'd make it."

"Hospital CEO's daughter," she reminded him with a rueful smile. "Attendance is mandatory."

He nodded toward where Wonwoo stood with Ela and Alexys. "Your fiancé seems to be fitting in well with your friends."

There was something in his tone that Y/N couldn't quite identify. "He's easy to talk to once you get to know him."

Seungcheol studied her for a moment. "Alexys mentioned you two hit it off right away. I guess arranged marriages aren't always what people think."

Y/N felt a flicker of discomfort at the reminder of their deception. "It's... complicated."

"Is it?" Seungcheol's voice was quiet. "You seem happy together. The way he looks at you..."

"How does he look at me?" Y/N asked, genuinely curious about how their performance appeared to others.

Seungcheol's expression tightened almost imperceptibly. "Like you're the only person in the room."

The observation sent an unexpected warmth through Y/N. Was that true? Did Wonwoo really look at her that way, or was it just part of their charade?

"Alexys said you wanted to discuss the schedule?" she prompted, eager to change the subject.

"Right," Seungcheol seemed to collect himself. "We're short staffed next week. I was hoping you might be able to pick up a few extra shifts."

"Of course," Y/N agreed readily. "Just let me know which ones you need covered."

They fell into familiar professional conversation, the awkwardness fading as they discussed work matters. Yet Y/N couldn't help noticing that Seungcheol seemed different—more reserved, less free with his usual easy humor.

"Is everything okay?" she finally asked. "You seem... I don't know, off somehow."

Seungcheol hesitated, then sighed. "I'm just surprised, I guess. By all of this." He gestured vaguely in the direction of Wonwoo. "It happened so suddenly."

"That's how these arrangements work," Y/N said carefully. "Efficiency is valued over romance."

"And you're okay with that?" There was something in his eyes—concern, perhaps, or something deeper. "Being with someone because your parents arranged it?"

Y/N felt cornered by the question. "It's not ideal, but it's what my parents want," she replied, the practiced phrase feeling hollow.

Seungcheol looked hurt, though Y/N couldn't understand why. "As long as you're happy, that's what matters," he said, echoing his earlier sentiment.

Before she could respond, they were interrupted by a commotion from the pathology department's table. Alexys's voice rose above the elegant murmur of the fundraiser:

"Are you serious right now? You rejected my samples because the labels were 'slightly smudged'?"

Y/N turned to see Alexys facing off with a slender woman in a striking blue gown—Dr. Tiya Park, the new pathologist who had apparently become Alexys's professional nemesis.

"I rejected them because they didn't meet proper documentation standards," Tiya replied calmly, though there was steel beneath her pleasant tone. "Patient safety isn't negotiable, even for rushed labs."

"Oh please," Alexys scoffed. "You've been finding excuses to bounce my work since you started. Just admit you have a problem with the med techs."

Y/N exchanged an alarmed glance with Seungcheol. "I should probably—"

"Yeah," he agreed. "Before Alexys gets herself fired."

They hurried over to the rapidly escalating situation, Y/N reaching Alexys just as she was building to what promised to be a particularly colorful assessment of pathology department politics.

"Alexys!" Y/N interrupted, taking her friend's arm. "There you are. Dr. Kim was just looking for you about that new equipment order."

Alexys blinked, momentarily derailed. "What equipment order?"

"The important one," Y/N emphasized, tugging her away from Tiya. "The one we need to discuss right now."

Tiya watched them with cool amusement as Y/N led Alexys toward a quieter corner of the ballroom, Seungcheol following closely behind.

"What are you doing?" Alexys hissed once they were out of earshot. "I was just getting to the good part."

"You were about to cause a scene at the hospital's biggest fundraising event of the year," Y/N corrected. "In front of the board, the donors, and pretty much everyone who signs your paychecks."

"She started it," Alexys muttered, though some of the fight had gone out of her. "With her 'documentation standards' and her perfect hair."

Seungcheol stifled a laugh. "Her hair? That's what you're mad about?"

"Have you seen it?" Alexys demanded. "It's unfair to look that good in scrubs and formal wear. She's probably one of those people who wakes up looking perfect too."

Y/N and Seungcheol exchanged amused glances. "Sounds like you need another drink," Y/N suggested. "One that doesn't involve confronting the pathologist who processes all your lab work."

"Fine," Alexys conceded with an eye roll. "But this isn't over. That woman is out to get me."

As Seungcheol escorted Alexys to the bar, promising to keep her away from the pathology department for the rest of the evening, Y/N felt a warm presence at her back. She turned to find Wonwoo, an amused expression on his face.

"Your friend is... spirited," he observed.

Y/N laughed despite herself. "That's one word for it. Sorry about the drama."

"Don't apologize. It's the most entertaining thing that's happened all night." His eyes crinkled with genuine humor. "Most hospital conflicts I've witnessed are conducted through passive-aggressive emails, not ballroom showdowns."

"Alexys doesn't do passive-aggressive," Y/N explained. "Just aggressive-aggressive. But she's brilliant at her job."

"The best ones often are a bit unconventional," Wonwoo agreed, his gaze softening as he looked at her. "Speaking of which, how's the medical mission paperwork coming along?"

Y/N stiffened, surprised he knew about it. "How did you—"

"Haerin mentioned it," he explained. "She was concerned about the timing."

Of course Haerin would bring it up. Y/N braced herself for Wonwoo's objections, preparing arguments in defense of her career commitment.

"I know it conflicts with the wedding planning," she began, "but this mission is important to me. It's the kind of work that makes a real difference."

To her surprise, Wonwoo nodded thoughtfully. "I assumed as much. Have you contacted the program director about the specific training requirements? Some NGOs have preparation protocols that start months before departure."

Y/N blinked, caught off guard by his practical support rather than the resistance she'd expected. "I... yes, actually. There's a weekend training session next month."

"Let me know when it is," Wonwoo said. "I'll make sure our schedule is clear so you can attend without any conflicts."

"You're not going to try to talk me out of it?" Y/N asked, still waiting for the other shoe to drop.

Wonwoo looked genuinely confused. "Why would I? It's your career, Y/N. Your passion. That was our agreement, wasn't it? That both of us would continue our professional paths without interference."

Relief and something warmer flooded through her. "Yes, but I thought—with your parents' expectations—"

"My parents' expectations are not your problem," Wonwoo said firmly. "We'll manage them together. If you want to go on this mission, then we'll make it work with everything else."

Y/N studied him, trying to reconcile this supportive partner with the corporate heir she'd initially dreaded. "Thank you," she said finally, meaning it. "Most people don't understand why these missions matter to me."

"I'm not most people," Wonwoo replied simply. "And I don't have to understand something completely to respect that it's important to you."

The statement, delivered without fanfare, touched Y/N more deeply than any grand gesture could have. Perhaps for the first time, she felt genuine gratitude for the partner she'd been assigned.

The moment was interrupted by the arrival of both sets of parents, converging on them with the determined air of people with agendas.

"There you are," Mrs. Jeon said, her critical gaze sweeping over Y/N. "We've been discussing wedding dates with your parents. June seems ideal—"

"Actually," Wonwoo cut in smoothly, "we were thinking of a fall wedding. September or October."

Y/N shot him a grateful glance, understanding immediately what he was doing—pushing the timeline beyond her medical mission.

"Fall?" her mother repeated, clearly disappointed. "But the gardens are so beautiful in June."

"Y/N has professional commitments in June," Wonwoo explained, his tone leaving no room for argument. "Her medical work is important, and we both want to respect that."

Y/N's father frowned. "Surely these... nursing duties can be rescheduled. The merger—I mean, the wedding—should take priority."

"On the contrary," Wonwoo replied, his voice pleasant but firm. "Y/N's dedication to her profession is one of the qualities I most admire. We won't be scheduling our wedding at the expense of her career."

Silence fell among the parental contingent, all four clearly taken aback by Wonwoo's stance. Y/N herself was speechless, never having witnessed anyone—much less a corporate ally—defend her nursing career to her father.

"Well," Mrs. Jeon finally said, her tight smile not reaching her eyes, "I suppose we can discuss the timeline further at dinner next weekend. Ela's mother was just telling me about their lovely home in Gangnam."

As the parents drifted away, clearly regrouping for their next assault, Y/N turned to Wonwoo in amazement. "You didn't have to do that."

"Yes, I did," he replied simply. "Partners support each other. Even fake ones."

There it was again—that line between pretense and reality blurring until Y/N could no longer clearly see where one ended and the other began. Wonwoo had defended her, not for show or because their agreement required it, but because he genuinely seemed to respect her work.

It was becoming increasingly difficult to remember that their engagement was just a three-year plan with a predetermined expiration date.

As the evening continued, Y/N found herself watching Wonwoo with new eyes, noticing the small kindnesses he extended not just to her but to everyone around him—remembering Ela's assistant's name, helping an elderly donor navigate the crowded ballroom, listening intently to Alexys's animated explanation of some lab technique.

This wasn't just the polished performance of a corporate heir. This was who Wonwoo was beneath the public persona—attentive, considerate, and surprisingly genuine.

The realization was both comforting and terrifying. Comforting because it meant the next three years might be more bearable than she'd initially feared. Terrifying because it made their eventual separation all the more complicated.

What happens, she wondered, when pretending becomes too close to reality? When the lines between performance and truth blur beyond recognition?

As Wonwoo caught her watching him and smiled—that private smile she was beginning to recognize as meant only for her—Y/N felt something shift inside her. Something that made their three-year plan suddenly seem both too short and too long.

Too short for whatever was beginning to grow between them.

Too long to maintain the pretense that it meant nothing.

[tridentkickflipper123]

when to be one whole you can't hold solely

[volivolition]

^^^ HJGKHG... so im trying to compile a bunch of unfinished little scribbles into doodle pages and like. this is so funny. "echem page", "voli page", "other skills" HKJFHF???? and the fact that i might have to split voli's into ANOTHER 4000x3000 CANVAS because theres not enough room?? wow can you tell who my current muse is!!

^^^ TOO MANY OF HIM!!!! THIS IS JUST ONE SECTION!!!!! i just copy-pasted all of them into one canvas, so i have to rearrange everything so you can actually see them all lmao <3

[averlym]

pleaaase may i have 28 and 29 aramour angst ✨ i crave it

28: “Move out of my way before I make you.” // 29: “You deserve better.” (prompt list here)

click for better quality!

[gender-euphowrya]

blue prince is gonna make me set up a conspiracy theory corkboard with red string wall

[robinminustherichard]

And Falling Apart is The Only Way

Gen | BuckTommy | Spec/ MCD Aftermath | Good Friend Eddie Diaz

It's the night of the funeral that Eddie calls Tommy, and Tommy picks up because he walked away from them all after the ceremony and he figured someone would call eventually.

"Hey, Eddie," Tommy says, quiet in his house by himself, TV muted and playing a recap of the last A's game.

Immediately, Tommy clocks the grief and frustration in Eddie's voice. He tenses.

"Tommy," Eddie begins, blowing out a breath before continuing, "I need you to come to my--Buck's house."

Tommy's shoulders go rigid and his throat goes tight, worry coiling deep in his chest.

"What happ--"

"Nothing. He's fine." Eddie bites out, nearly a growl, "he's just God damn fine."

Tommy feels his eyebrows draw together and slumps back into his couch cushions. "Eddie, I don't think he wants to see me right now, I--"

"Yeah, to be honest, I'm kind of counting on that."

Tommy feels anger flare up, but he tries to shut it down first, just like he has been this past week; having to stand next to Gerard at the service, having to listen to Athena's mother make a tasteless comment when she thought no one could see her, having to get dressed down and get handed his suspension three days ago. He takes a deep breath, knowing it's audible to Eddie, before responding.

"Look, Eddie," Tommy says, careful and measured, "I don't know what you're trying to say here, but I don't think now is the time for Evan and I to talk. He has a lot going on, obviously. Before he called me for the helicopter ride, we didn't exactly leave things on good terms--"

"Yeah, asshole, I know what you said to him." Eddie says, sharp and hissing, "I know what he said to you. I also know that he called you and you came running, not just for Chim."

"Alright--" Tommy starts, feeling heat and rage building up his spine, but Eddie cuts him off again.

"I also know that you are the only person he has let himself break down in front of. That night, after...after Bobby died," Eddie's voice breaks here, "I know you picked him up and brought him home and I can't repay you for it. I have to ask you to do it again."

Tommy sits, struck silent by the sudden desperation that cracks through Eddie's voice.

"And," Eddie starts again, "I'm sorry. I'm not trying to be a dick, not tonight of all nights. But Buck is numb right now, he's acting like he's fine, he won't stop moving and doing things, and helping. I know he thinks he's doing the right thing but I have to go back to Texas tomorrow and I'm afraid that this is going to kill him too."

"Eddie..." Tommy practically whispers, feeling like his strings have been cut. He's eying his keys and wallet where they sit by the door.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry that I have to ask you to come over. I'm his best friend but I've been a pretty shitty one and I just can't get him to break out of this--this mask he has on. Please, Tommy. Please come over. Karen said I can crash on their couch tonight, and I'll come back on the morning."

"What if--what if I make it worse?" Tommy asks, suddenly scared. He's getting up though, headed for his shoes because as he's come to find out he has a really hard time staying away from Evan Buckley.

"I don't think there is worse, Tommy. I think there is Buck, shouldering this until he breaks down. I can't let him go back to work like this. I can't leave California thinking he's going to act risky on a rescue and get himself--"

Eddie can't finish, and Tommy gets it. He knows, on a micro level, what it's like to lose Evan Buckley. He knows what it would do to him, to everyone, for it to happen completely.

Tommy's got his boots on and his wallet in his pocket and his keys in his hands and he's doing this.

"Okay," he says, itching to just go already. "Okay, Eddie, I'm coming. I'll be there in twenty."

Eddie breathes, and Tommy hears the slightest sniffle. "Thank you, Tommy--" he starts, before Tommy suddenly hears Evan's voice calling in the background, "Eddie? Who are you talking to?"

"Just Chris," Eddie says back, and Tommy winces. The call hangs up, but Tommy doesn't let it deter him. He walks out of his front door.

The drive passes in a blur, and suddenly he's at Buck's house, and Eddie meets him at the door.

"Thank you. I'm sorry." Is all Eddie says before he smoothly slips out the door with a bag over his shoulder and heads right for Evan's truck. The door closes behind him and Tommy stares into the house, can hear Evan moving around in the kitchen.

"Eddie?" Evan's voice calls, and he rounds the corner in an apron, drying his hands on a towel, but stops short when he sees Tommy. "Tommy. What--where's--"

"Eddie went to Hen and Karen's. He called me."

Tommy sees the flip, sees what must be scaring Eddie so badly. Evan's jaw sets, his shoulders pull back, his eyes harden.

"Well," he says coolly, "I'm fine. If he needed time away from me he could have just--"

"That's not why," Tommy says, keeping his hands at his waist and his eyes trained on Evan. Tommy knows this isn't like talking someone off the edge, this is going to be fight. "He's worried about you."

Evan scoffs, throws the towel across his shoulder and puts his hands on his hips. "I'm fine, Tommy. I'm sorry you came all this way, I made a coffee cake of you want some--"

"I don't think you are fine, Evan." Tommy says bluntly. Evan's jaw ticks slightly, and Tommy's like a bloodhound with a scent. "I think you're acting fine for everyone else--"

"I know how I feel--"

"I'm not saying you don't. I'm saying you're lying to everyone--"

"I'm not lying!" Evan says, volume rising but still controlled, "I am fi--"

"Stop tell me you're fine," Tommy cuts across him, realizing that this is the most emotion he's seen from Evan since Tommy had held him in the back of the ambulance that followed Chimney and Hen to the hospital, the thought Eddie was right shooting through him.

"I am!" Evan shouts, throwing his hands up. "I'm fine. Bobby said I would be okay and I am. He said the others would need me."

Tommy's heart breaks then, feels a cracking below his ribs, feels sick to his stomach. Evan's eyes have gone glossy and he's blinking quick.

"I'm sorry he said that to you, Evan."

That pulls Evan up short, confusion and upset breaking through his mask. "No, no, it's--" Evan starts, but Tommy's got the thread now. He knows how to unravel this. He takes a step closer, slowly.

"I'm sorry Bobby said that," another step forward, "I don't know if he meant this, Evan."

"Tommy--" Evan says weakly, not moving even as Tommy gets closer, "that's not fair, don't say that. Why are you here? You left, you--"

Tommy knows what Evan's doing, a last ditch effort to slice at Tommy and get him to turn around. Tommy won't, not this time.

"I'm sorry Bobby died, Evan," Tommy says, just a few steps away now, "I'm sorry you think he meant that you had to be strong for everyone and not let anyone know how badly this hurts. That's not what he meant, Evan."

"Stop, please, stop Tommy--" Evan chokes out, taking a stumbling step back as Tommy continues to advance.

"Bobby, like everyone else, always knew that your heart is what makes you, Evan," Tommy says, stopping when he's within grabbing distance, "he would never want you to cut yourself off from it like this. I think he wanted you to be okay not now but later--he wanted you to know that it's going to be good when you're happy again, some day."

Evan blinks, once, twice, and he can't keep the tears at bay any longer. They slide down his cheeks in thick drops, his breathing grows ragged. He says nothing, just looks at Tommy with a face that's a combination of grief and fear.

"Evan," Tommy says slowly and carefully, looking Evan in the eyes and reaching hand out to grab his arm, "I know Bobby was like a dad to you, and he died. He's dead, and I'm so sorry."

Tommy yanks, and Evan comes to him with no resistance. Tommy grabs him up in his arms and feels it when Evan's legs give out. Tommy drops them slowly to the floor as Evan lets out a heaving sob, and grips him as hard as he can, crushing Evan to his chest.

"I'm so sorry, Evan." Tommy says again over Evan's sobs and wails.

"He--he--" Evan tries to speak but he can't get the words out, Tommy lets him try anyway, "He said he loved--"

Tommy feels the muscles in his arms clench and protest at the way he's gripping Evan, afraid that Evan will fly apart if he lets go.

"How do I do this? How do I do this without him?" Evan gets out in stops and starts, chest heaving against Tommy's, "How could he leave me?"

Tommy just holds him as waves of grief and anger in equal measure seek to wash over him.

Tommy doesn't know how long they stay there on the floor, too long probably for his knees and back, but Evan eventually quiets in his arms. He loosens his grip once and Evan jerks like he's been hit, so Tommy tightens his arms once more.

Evan's breathing finally evens out, his sobs subside, and he pulls his head up to look at Tommy.

"You came," Evan says, red rimmed eyes fighting valiantly to show hope admist all of their tragedy. "After I ignored you for days."

"I can't stay away from you for very long," Tommy says before his brain can catch up with his mouth, "also, Eddie is kind of an asshole when he wants to be, but he cares. He wants to make sure you're taken care of too."

Buck nods, gulping and snaking an arm out of Tommy's hold to wipe at his face.

"I didn't--I thought I was hiding it well. I thought I was doing what Bobby said."

Tommy sighs, not unkindly, and lifts a hand to cradle Evan's jaw.

"I meant what I said. I think...I think Bobby was telling you that losing him was going to hurt you, but one day you'll be okay. It won't hurt any less, but you'll have room for everything else. And...when he said that the others would need you, he meant that you can't follow him. There are so many people in your life that need you."

Evan makes a wounded noise and leans into Tommy's hand, "I wouldn't--"

"That's what was scaring Eddie so much," Tommy says, cutting him off far more gently than earlier, "he was scared to go back to Texas not knowing if you would start taking unnecessary risks on the job."

Evan is quiet, heartbreak in his eyes but no denial. They're both quiet as Evan lets it sink in. Eventually, Tommy sees exhaustion settle onto Evan. His shoulders slump and his mouth is parted on slightly labored breathing.

"Let's get you to bed, huh?" Tommy says, preparing them to stand, "it's been a long day."

Tommy gets to his feet and pulls Evan up with him, turning and leading them to the bedroom. He gently pushes Evan toward his dresser to change and Tommy steps back into the kitchen to turn the lights off and drain the sink where Evan had been hand washing dishes. He fills up a glass of water to bring back with him.

When he returns to the bedroom, Evan is sitting on the edge in a pair of shorts and ragged looking t-shirt. Tommy stands in front of him and speaks gently.

"You should try to sleep, Evan," Tommy hands over the water and is satisfied when Evan automatically drinks half of it. "I can crash on the couch, okay? Eddie said he'll be back in the morning."

Evan nods, but looks far away for a moment. Tommy makes a move to start heading out but is stopped when Evan half rises from the bed and gets a hand on Tommy's wrist.

"Wait. I know--" he says, sounding nervous but determined, "I know we aren't, uh, together right now. But. I lov--"

"Wait," Tommy interrupts him, and Evan looks at him in despair. Tommy gently pushes him back onto the bed and sits next to him. He twists his hand out of Evan's grip and grabs at both of Evan's instead, holds them in his lap. "In the morning, we can talk."

"Bobby died without me saying it to him, Tommy." Tears gather again in Evan's eyes, but his voice is steel, "I'm not going to have anyone else not know."

Tommy nods, and takes a deep breath before speaking.

"Okay," Tommy says, and feels courage strike through him, "I love you, Evan."

Evan's breath hitches, and he looks at Tommy with a trembling mouth.

"I love you too, Tommy."

After everything, it's Evan's small but determined voice in that moment that brings tears to Tommy's eyes. He grabs Evan again and holds him to his chest, sets a kiss on Evan's birthmark and looks at the cieling, overwhelmed.

"Okay," Tommy whispers, feeling for the first time in a week that he's got somewhere to go from here, "Okay, Evan. We're going to be alright."

[luvymelody]

NAME : lee cheong-san , all of us are dead

SONG : love. , wave to earth

SUMMARY : cheong-san's friend group finds out that he has a crush on y/n l/n. wc : 2.5k

(it's gn reader pronouns but the reader is mentioned to be a princess a few times)

(non apocalypse au!)

"hey you punk, get to your seats!"

ms. park yelled out, people rushing to their seats as y/n slept soundly on their table,

"someone wake up y/n."

"y/n.. wake up.."

y/n's deskmate quickly slipped into their seat, tapping y/n on the shoulder rapidly to wake them up. y/n stirred awake, blinking at the bright sun that was shining through the window.

"thank you for joining us, y/n!"

ms. park said with a teasing smile, then setting down her books. y/n returned a small smile, sitting up.

"hi, good morning."

"good morning!"

as usual, everyone started to stand up, walking to the front to hand in their phones. y/n lazily stood up, walking slowly until someone bumped into them.

"here, i'll do it."

the boy said, softly taking y/n's phone out of their hand. y/n found that it was cheong-san.

"thank you, cheong-san."

"no worries."

cheong-san grinned at them, then walking to the front to put their phones into the box.

-

"in fact, none of us are completely free from prejudice. we all have preconceived ideas about others. here, 'free from' means the lacking in or unincumbered by. anyone want to interpret this?"

y/n lazily drew in their book, smiling a bit when their friend drew random things next to it.

"class president?"

nam-ra lifted her head, ms. park tapping the board with the chalk.

"the truth is, all of us have some sort of prejudice. we all have preconceptions about other people."

"hmm, okay. nice. next, y/n, bare-su, stand up."

y/n's smile faded as they looked up at su-hyeok who stood up, them following suit.

"yes?"

"what's with 'bare-su'?"

"uhmm.."

"it's short for barefoot su-hyeok. bare-su."

some people in the class could be heard laughing. su-hyeok nervously swaying on his feet with his hands behind his back. y/n was still scribbling on their page while their deskmate was smacking their hand to stop them.

"okay, bare-su! what did nam-ra say a minute ago?"

ms. park asked su-hyeok, who looked at y/n while they were still drawing on their page.

“y/n? do you wanna help out bare-su?”

“everyone has their own type of prejudice against other people, something like that.”

“yes, sit down. bare-su, you can keep standing- put your arms in the air too.”

su-hyeok groaned aloud as the class laughed under their breaths. cheongsan looked back at y/n as they dusted off their lap, laying their head on the palm of their hand and looking out the window.

cheong-san watched as the sun hit their face, y/n slightly squinting and covered the sun with their free hand, sighing a bit.

cheong-san quickly looked away as his friend, gyeong-su hit him on the shoulder.

"what are you doing man? shit, are you looking at y/n?"

"what? no way."

"you like them, don't you?!"

"shut up!"

-

eventually, lunch rolled around as cheong-san walked with his friends, laughing together as cheong-san prayed that gyeong-su forgot what happened in class an hour before.

"cheong-san."

cheong-san turned his head to see y/n, looking up at him holding their tray of food.

"do you want these? i hate them."

y/n pointed at the cubes of pickled radish, cheong-san looking at their face rather than the food they were pointing at.

"oh, sure, i'll take it."

cheong-san quickly picked up his chopsticks, picking up at the cubes quickly as his friends noticed that he wasn't walking with them anymore.

gyeong-su hit his friends, pointing towards y/n and cheong-san as cheong-san gave them his banana milk, y/n smiling up at him and he shared a giddy smile back.

"wah, they totally like each other."

"he's coming- turn around!"

the group all turned and walked towards a free table as cheong-san caught up to them, sitting down next to su-hyeok.

"yah."

cheong-san's head went up to dae-su who was sitting across from him on the table.

"what?"

"you like y/n, right?"

cheong-san blinked at dae-su, chuckling, then looking back down at his food.

"what gives you that idea?"

su-hyeok and gyeong-su made silent eye contact as gyeong-su dramatically rolled his eyes.

'no way he doesn't.'

'if he doesn't, he's crazy.'

the two telepathically contacted through their facial expressions, wu-jin hitting dae-su on the fore arm hard as dae-su caressed his arm in pain.

"shut up and start eating."

"why are you so rude to me?!"

-

"alright! be quiet!"

ms. park yelled once again that day, quietening the class in a hurry as they quickly reduced to silence.

"the school festival is coming up, and our class will be doing a play."

"what?"

"seriously?"

"again? our class did that last year!"

"quiet! they all liked our performance last year so much that they wanted us to do it once more."

ms. park said, wanting the class to be more proud of themselves. but some people just sighed, looking away in embarrassment.

"this time, we're going to be randomly choosing our roles, so don't get upset with what you get."

"yes ma'am.."

-

"seriously..?"

"seriously?"

y/n and cheong-san said at the same time, having gone up together to randomly pick the paper out of the box of random roles and looking at their papers while walking side by side to get back to their seats.

"what? what did you get?"

cheong-san asked, peeking over their paper to see what role they got but y/n quickly held the small piece of paper to their chest, shaking their head.

"tell me what you got first."

"no way, i asked first."

"same time?"

"okay fine."

"one, two, three!"

y/n and cheong-san held their papers infront of their chest, blinking at each other's roles.

"prince?"

y/n said, looking up at his face as cheong-san looked up at them.

"princess..?"

cheong-san muttered, nearly out of breath as he felt the breath in his lungs start to float away, up and up into the sky as the two held eye contact with each other, gazing at each other until a certain someone's best friend interrupted.

"wah! y/n and cheong-san are the prince and princess!"

gyeong-su exclaimed excitedly, pointing at the two who looked away from each other, quickly putting their papers down, cheong-san shoving his into his pocket as y/n held it in their hand, scrunching it up.

"y/n, you're the princess?"

y/n's deskmate asked, looking up from their seat while on-jo and i-sak looked up with y/n's deskmate, smiles on their face.

"are you?! that's so cute! y/n and cheong-san!"

"oooo!"

the class ooo'ed in unison, making y/n embarrassed as they covered their mouth with one hand, cheong-san starting to glare at gyeong-su.

"yah, asshole."

"okay i'm sorry man i didn't mean it- wait! i didn't mean it!"

-

“okay, take 16. three, two, one!”

ms. park said with a clap, na-yeon next to her holding a clapperboard and closing it right, rolling her eyes while doing so.

“romeo, you must leave, it isn’t safe for you here!”

y/n said, holding a piece of paper with their lines, their eyes looking down at it every few seconds.

“i can’t leave, knowing you’re here by yourself, it’s too much.”

“mercutio will be here any second, you have to go!”

y/n fell into cheong-san’s arms, worry on their face on they banged on his chest. cheong-san kept his gaze on y/n, gripping tight onto them.

“i don’t care, i’ll fight him, here, on the spot!”

cheong-san declared, pushing y/n softly out of his arms as he raised his shirt up a little, flashing the dagger that was tucked away under his shirt as he took out the fake plastic dagger, holding it in his hand.

“romeo! juliet!”

su-hyeok yelled, popping out from behind the curtains as he locked eyes with cheong-san, pointing the top of the fake sword in his hand at the two, cheong-san shielding y/n with his free arm.

“have you given in? will you give up juliet to me?”

su-hyeok said, glaring at cheong-san.

"never, you'll never have y/- juliet."

cheong-san declared, pointing his dagger at su-hyeok as the lights went out, the auditory room going dark as a little bit of shuffling was heard. after a few seconds, the lights went back on to reveal cheong-san on the floor, holding his stomach with one hand as the other propped himself up on his elbow, y/n held cheong-san, facing away from the audience.

su-hyeok was a few meters away, holding his neck while he slouched while standing up.

"if i can't have juliet.. no one can.."

su-hyeok said with a final breath, collapsing on the floor and presumably dying.

"che- romeo. please.. i need you..."

y/n said, cradling cheong-san's face in their hands.

"don't worry, juliet.. i, love you. i always have.."

cheong-san said, his eyes fluttering shut slowly as his hands held onto y/n's back, squeezing tight as y/n leaned in, the script saying that y/n and cheong-san would have to kiss, but y/n was too nervous, their lips opening and closing, pausing still infront of cheong-san's face.

cheong-san sensed it, his eyes looking down at y/n's lips, knowing y/n was nervous, the expression on their face being a tell-tale sign.

"it's okay, you don't have to."

the front curtains closed, cheong-san, su-hyeok and y/n were then hidden from the audience.

"good job!"

"that was good!"

"time for costume building!"

a person exclaimed, clapping aloud as the curtains opened back up, y/n quickly standing up, holding out a hand for cheong-san to get up.

"nice acting y/n."

cheong-san, smiling up at y/n as he grabbed onto their hand, y/n pulling him up.

"thanks, you did good too."

y/n smiled up at him, cheong-san's heart beating faster and faster as cheong-san adjusted his tie, swallowing a gulp.

"are none of you gonna help me up?"

su-hyeok said, still on the floor on his back as he looked up at the duo who looked over at him.

"ha, no."

cheong-san said, pulling y/n by the arm away to make their costumes as su-hyeok yelled out, and y/n laughed out.

"yah! help me up!"

-

"cheong-san, c'mere."

y/n said, writing down measurements as cheong-san looked over at them, walking over.

"i gotta take your measurements, lift up your arms please."

cheong-san did so, lifting his arms up as y/n wrapped the measuring tape around his waist first. cheong-san stared at y/n's focused features, not minding how y/n's hands trailed down to his hips.

“what colour do you think suits me?”

cheong-san murmured, standing tall as y/n began to measure his arms.

“hm, i think.. white. black too.”

“everyone suits black and white.”

cheong-san chuckled, feeling y/n's hands shake while y/n laughed.

"y/n! can you come measure su-hyeok?"

"coming! one sec!"

y/n said, quickly measuring cheong-san's shoulders, cheong-san becoming distracted at the thought of y/n measuring su-hyeok.

"su-hyeok?"

cheong-san questioned, y/n not hearing him as they started to walk away, holding the clipboard and writing down cheong-san's measurements.

"ah! y/n-.."

cheong-san quickly became quiet, watching as y/n smiled at su-hyeok, the two of them laughing about something that cheong-san couldn't hear. the dark haired boy's jaw tightened, closing his eyes as he breathed out.

"cheong-san! come over here, we need help!"

"coming."

-

y/n sat on the long staircase, their hands behind their back resting on the concrete, staring up at the sunset.

"y/n,"

cheong-san said, making y/n look towards the voice as cheong-san threw them a can of soda.

"thanks."

"no problem."

cheong-san sat down next to them, opening his own soda quickly and chugging a bit, opening the bag and picking out the corndog he bought, munching into it as y/n looked after they heard the crunch.

"hey, why didn't you get me one?"

y/n whined, reaching over to grab the stick but cheong-san brought his hand away, making y/n lean over him, hand on his leg.

"you didn't ask me, and i wanted one okay?"

cheong-san commented, taking another bite off the corndog as cheese stretched off on the stick, making y/n groan.

"please cheong-san- i'll buy you chicken!"

"you're gonna just buy from my mom's place and she's gonna be too nice and just give you for free."

"well.. i'll tell you anything you want."

cheong-san paused for a second, letting y/n snatch the corn dog out his hand, taking a bite.

"hey!"

"i will though! anything you want, but one thing."

y/n said, while chewing a bit, then swallowing.

"whatchu wanna ask?"

y/n smiled up at him through their eyelashes, blinking rapidly trying to charm him while cheong-san laughed, looking away from y/n but just scooted closer to them.

"okay. do you,"

cheong-san hesitated for a second, y/n tilting their head while waiting for his response, their can of soda pressed to their lips as the liquid shine from the drink spread onto y/n's lips.

"do i?"

"do you.. like anyone?"

cheong-san asked, quickly darting his eyes away from them as y/n blinked at the weird suspense to ask such a, normal question.

"that's it? but yeah, i do."

"who?"

"i said i'd tell you one thing."

y/n replied, not letting the topic spread any further about themselves.

"do you like anyone?"

"..maybe."

"what the hell?! who! tell me cheong-san."

"no, you aren't telling me your one!"

"i, have my reasons."

"well then me too!"

-

it felt like it had been taking months to prep for the school festival play, y/n could hear the talking of the crowd and audience outside, having put on the ridiculous dress that i-sak and gyeong-su made together.

"so, itchy.!"

"stop complaining!"

y/n's deskmate said, slapping them on the arm as y/n grabbed their arm, rubbing it in pain.

"you got this- oh, lee cheong-san."

y/n turned their head, seeing the dark haired 'prince' who wore the black and white princely attire that y/n had personally, helped make for him.

"hi y/n."

"hi cheong-san."

y/n smiled at him, making their deskmate slip away with no notice, walking towards on-jo and i-sak who were setting up the lights.

"are you ready?"

y/n asked, scratching the back of their head while looking away and cheong-san smiled back.

"yeah. are you?"

"'course."

-

cheong-san felt conflicted about his feelings, his jaw clutched as he lied on the floor.

"if i can't have juliet.. no one can.."

su-hyeok said with a final breath, collapsing on the floor as his body spread across the floor in a dramatic manner.

"romeo. please.. i need you..."

y/n said, cradling cheong-san's face in their hands. their voice hiccuping as they talked and their voice sounding out loud and clear through the auditory room.

"don't worry, juliet.. i, love you. i always have.."

cheong-san said, bringing a hand up to y/n's cheek, and then also swiftly taking off his mic set, making y/n raise their eyebrows at him as he also pushed down y/n's mic away from their mouth.

"cheong-san?"

"i love you, i always have, y/n."

y/n's eyes widened at the declaration, surprise filling their eyes as cheong-san had a sudden change in heart, his heart beating out of his chest as he worried of y/n not reciprocating his feelings.

"really?"

"of course."

cheong-san quickly added, nothing registering in his mind until he felt y/n's lips against his, his eyes widening, the crowd cheering, and the curtains closing.

[bbrissonn]

Hi love! Can I please request a Will Smith fic? Just him and reader having super soft morning cuddles and making breakfast and Will can't stop touching her? Like has an arm around her at all time, chin on her shoulder, etc. Thank you!! 💙💙

𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋ warnings: mentions of NSFW but no direct scene, slight swearing, complete abuse of the "slowly" on my part so be prepared for that lol

𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋ pairing: will smith x fem!reader

𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋ under the cut !

"will..." you mumbled as your eyes slowly opened, the warmth of your boyfriend's lips on your neck. one of his hands was on your waist, while the other was wrapped under you, bringing you closer to his naked chest, the heat radiating on your back.

"mhm?" he hummed as his kisses trailed further down your neck. you let out a soft hum of happiness as his hands started caressing your side.

"slow down." you whispered as one of his hands started trailing down your body, the other slipping under your - his - shirt and up your chest. but you showed no sign of actually wanting him to slow down. your body still hadn't moved, and you made no effort to pull his hand out of your shirt like you always did.

"sure." he whispered sweetly, but neither his hands or lips left your body or slowed down, if anything, his lips where now pressing kisses to every patch of skin he possibly could. he eventually came back up to your neck, slowly creeping closer to your face.

"that's not slowly down, idiot." you giggled, finally finding the motivation to move. you spun around in his grasp, now face his chest. this meant will's lip left your skin, and he was now smirking down at you.

"morning, pretty girl."

"hi." you giggled as the boy leaned down and pressed multiple kisses to your lips. both of his hands were now on your ass, a gasp leaving your mouth as he lightly lifted you, rolled onto his back, with you ending you on his lap.

"william." you warned, your eyes staring into his. he had a wide grin on his face as his hands slowly want back to your waist.

"yes?" he asked innocently, making you roll your eyes before letting yourself fall onto his chest. you moved your legs down his body, now completely laying onto of him as his arms wrapped fully around you, keeping you close to him. "boring." he joked, his voice low.

"i heard that!" you exclaimed, making the boy chuckle a bit. a smile grew on your face as his chest rumbled beneath you his heartbeat then taking over. one of your hands move up to his shoulder as you started drawing little figures on his skin with the tip of your nails.

"it tickles." will giggled as you slowly got closer to his arm, making you chuckle. the two of you laid in silent for almost a whole hour before will slowly started to push you off of him.

"no!" you whined as your whole body now laid on the bed and will slowly made his way out of the bed. "no!" you said again as your boyfriend now sat on the edge of the bed, his eyes looking back at you. "come back, it's cold."

"i'm hungry!" he laughed, and almost on cue, your stomach growled loudly. "and clearly so are you. i'll go fill up with water bottle." the boy added before grabbing your bottle on the night stand and leaving the room. you pouted slightly, even though he couldn't see you. after about a minute, you slowly exited the bed and walked over to his dresser, pulling out of his sweatpants and slipping them on over your shorts.

"babe?" will called out as you exited the bedroom, walking towards the bathroom.

"yeah?"

"pancakes okay?" he asked as he took a peak in the hallway. you were standing in front of the bathroom as you sweetly smiled over at him, nodding before entering the bathroom. "i love you!" the boy said loudly as you closed the door.

"love you more!"

a couple of minutes later, you joined him by the stove where he was stirring all the ingredients together. you wrapped your arms around his bare chest, your head leaning on his arm. "you're warm." you mumbled as you watched him struggle to mix all of the stuff together.

"you're cold." he answered, earning a small giggle from you.

"don't burn them again." you warned, making will shake his head.

"it was one out of like 6!"

"you still burnt it."

[ambermotta]

6 Types of Protection Magick

There are many ways one can do protective magick. In this post I'll be going into 6 of the most common and accessible ones!

Please understand that even one "protection magick type" can be done in an infinity of ways, some of which are closed to certain practices.

Disclaimer: based on my experience and research. I don't claim to know all truth. Further study is encouraged!

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#1 — Magic circle

The magic circle consists of creating a protection and delimiting a sacred space for magic and/or ritual.

The magic circle is probably one of the most popular protection methods thanks to its encouraged use in Wicca. However, other traditions have made use of similar concepts, such as in the afro-brazillian Umbanda concept of "chain".

The circle can be physically drawn on the ground, delimited by the members inside the circle, or visualized.

Casting one is fairly simple since it can be done in different ways, either in groups or solitary practice. You can use tools such as wands, chalk or physical objects to draw it, but what matters most is intention and successful visualization.

Before casting a circle it's important to have everything you will need already within grasp and inside the circle, since once created it is advisable that no one leaves it until the work is complete.

#2 — Amulets, and Enchanted Items

Enchanted Items are a very popular and effective form of magic, especially for personal use. These are often common objects that have been enchanted for protection.

They are often necklaces, rings and other jewelry since these are the most practical to carry around without suspicion. However, they can be any object.

Amulets can be created via enchanting, charms, or by asking deities and spirits to bless them with protective qualities.

The material and imagery used to create the talisman is also important in determining the kind of job it wants to do.

#3 — Sigils and other drawn Symbols

Sigils and Symbols can be used both for personal protection and for warding spaces. Here I am also including Runes.

They can be carved into objects, drawn upon skin and surfaces, or even tattooed.

However, before using any sigil, symbol or rune it is of extreme importance that you know exactly what they do, and know as much about them as possible. Especially if you plan on drawing them on your skin (either temporarily or permanently).

Unless specifically used only for protection purposes, inadequate use of them can lead to disaster. Even then, the type of protection they bring can vary.

For example, a protection sigil that works by hiding you from threats is different from a sigil that fights threats that come to you. It's important to set or to know how their protection work so that you do not come across unwanted results.

#4 — Prayer

My definition of praying: focusing on sending a message to a higher spiritual power, be it an entity, deity or energy.

Prayers are a great way of manifesting protection, though since you are asking for it to a higher power you must understand that it may choose to not grant it, or not grant it in the way you expect.

Plus, it is very important to know where you stand with this energy or entity. Do you work with them already? For how long? What is the nature of the relationship? Do you truly know them well enough to ask them for this? Is it really appropriate?

Cultivating a good relationship and having manners can be decisive factors for manifesting this sort of protection. Plus, it's always good to "give back" in some way. To receive something, something must be given eventually.

#5 — Affirmations and Visualizations

Words and the mind have innate power. Affirmations and visualizations are great ways to manifest protections because they rely only on yourself.

They are easier to do right if you use them together with other methods, or if you have physical representations of the work being done. To be successful one must focus, "feel" them happening, and maintaining that without help can be difficult. Frequent practice will help you get the hang of it.

There are also techniques that make affirmations and visualizations both more powerful and easier to accomplish.

#6 — Warding

Warding is when you set up a semi-permanent protection in a specific place, such as your house.

It can be done in many different ways. One of the most common is to have an object or place designated as the "holder" of the ward, which should be well kept.

Warding will be more powerful if you are frequently cleansing the space and recharging the ward. Leaving it alone for too long can weaken in or make it lose its properties altogether.

Some plants are used for this kind of protection, since they (usually) stay in place, can be powerful magical allies, and you'll be checking on them often anyway. The ones usued are often those with thorns, threatening-looking leaves, or even poison.

Note: always be very careful about bringing poisonous plants home, especially if you have children or pets.

Conclusion

This was an overview of the most common types of protective magick. A lot of protection spells and works fall somewhere within these categories, or are a combination of them.

Each tradition has a certain way of going about spiritual protection, so if you are exploring an specific path, I encourage you to not only research about protection in general but to also look into what unique techniques your path has to offer!

Many blessings and thank you for reading! ♡

[thevoidstaredback]

Part 1

Jazz was right. Jazz was always right, but he went against here at every turn because he didn't want her to be right. But she was, and he could do nothing to change that.

One month, he'd asked for, and one month he'd been given. In that time, he'd done his best to warn the other ghosts at every turn; yelling the news at them while they fought, opening conversations with it, even going so far as to leave messages at all of their lairs. Most of them didn't listen to him. But then the attacks started.

A week after the initial law had past had gone by as they all had, albeit a bit more tense on Danny's side. Ghosts came through the portal, did some damage, fought Phantom, were captured and taken back to the Ghost Zone, only to come back the next day.

The G.I.W and the Dr.s Fenton had taken no longer than a week to plan their attacks. Now that they could take specimens kicking and screaming to their labs, they spared no resources to do just that.

Danny watched, over the course of the month, helpless as the ghosts were captured and dragged to a place he couldn't help them.

Wouldn't help them. He is, above all else, a coward.

As ironic as it was, and he knew full well the irony, their screams and expressions as they reached- screamed for his help haunted him at night, kept him awake at night.

At the end of the month, Jazz found him under his bed.She was quiet, simply there to listen should he want to talk. And, god, he wanted, needed, to scream at the top of his lungs for the whole world to hear. It's unfair what's happening to his people, friends or not. It's unfair that he has to leave lest the same fate befall himself.

"I'm such a coward," he whispered to his wall.

"Self preservation isn't the same as cowardice."

"Then why didn't I help the others? My whole thing is helping people and I-" a sob floated up and out of his throat, cutting him off, "They screamed for me and I let them be taken away."

"And they're gonna hate you for that-" Danny flinched. "-but they would have done the exact same thing should the roles have been reversed. And you did warn them. It's their own fault for not listening."

He didn't have anything to say. Jazz would argue into submission of her point whether he liked it or not, and he didn't want that. Maybe one day, but he wanted to wallow for a bit, to acknowledge his failings.

"You were right," he whispered eventually. She hummed. "I have to go.

"I know."

"I don't want to."

"I know."

"It hurts."

"And it will for a really long time, Danny, and all the words in the world can't make that go away, despite what either of us want."

"Where would I go?"

"You could always join Dani?"

"And risk world domination?"

Jazz chuckled, drawing a huff of a laugh from Danny. "Yeah, maybe it's best you two don't stay together for a long time."

A minute passed.

"I don't want to leave you guys."

"You can always message us whenever you want. Leaving doesn't mean cutting contact."

"What'll we tell mom and dad?"

"Who says we have to tell them anything?"

"They'll notice eventually."

"Then I'll tell them some approximation of the truth."

"Like what? That I'm half dead and fled the continent to get away from them?"

"That you're traveling with a friend you meet through Vlad. That you were feeling copped up in this small town and you wanted to explore."

"How're you gonna get Vlad to agree to this?"

"He will."

He wasn't going to ask. Some things were better left alone. "What'll I tell Tucker and Sam? I can't leave them in the dark!"

"We'll tell them as much of the truth as you want them to know."

"They're my best friends-"

"That doesn't entitle them to knowing things you don't want them to."

Slowly, Danny crawled from under his bed and sat next to Jazz. "I guess you're right."

"We can get you out of town tonight, but that's as far as I'll be able to follow."

"...I know."

"I love you. You know that, right?"

"Yeah." A beat. "I love you, too."

She hugged him tightly, tears that he didn't mention wetting his hair.

Part 3

[ohburgee]

Blossoms - Betrayed 1x1x1x1 x Blind!Reader

Being blind is a struggle, but your senses help you navigate the world, even without sight. What makes it even easier is having someone by your side, watching over you and taking care of you.

You are sitting on the grass outside the palace, gently touching a flower as the soft, warm breeze brushes against your skin. You bring the flower closer, inhaling its delicate scent, enjoying this peaceful moment.

Unbeknownst to you, someone is watching from a distance, admiring you. It is 1x1x1x1. Leaning against a pillar, his eyes are fixed on you and you alone.

He loves seeing you happy and at peace, that’s all he wants for you. He often observes and admires you in silence, knowing that since you are blind, you won’t notice his lingering gaze.

What fascinates him the most is the floral arrangement that adorns your eyes, the colorful flowers around them make you even more intriguing, almost as if they are part of you. He feels a sudden urge to touch them.

Stealthily, he approaches, ensuring his footsteps go unheard. Once close, he kneels beside you, watching as you continue to smell the flowers. Slowly, he reaches out, brushing his fingers against a pink petal near your eye.

As he remains focused on you, you suddenly sense something touching your flowers. Instinctively, you reach up, only for a hand to gently take yours and kiss it. His other hand tenderly cups your cheek.

"Uhm... What are you doing?" you ask, your voice uncertain.

1x chuckles at your reaction, so delicate, so unaware. "Just admiring my beautiful queen," he replies, smiling. He wishes you could see the expression on his face, the warmth in his gaze.

After spending time together, 1x eventually leaves to tend to business with his knights, and you remain in the garden for a while before heading inside the palace for a meal. As you walk through the hallways, you suddenly sense someone approaching. You recognize the presence immediately, it is your king, 1x1x1x1.

He strides forward, his knights following closely behind. The moment he notices you, he stops. As you pass each other, he suddenly grabs your arm, pulling you close. You gasp, instinctively reaching out to feel him, your hands trailing over his arm.

At that moment, 1x notices the royal prince with other royals watching from a distance. The prince’s eyes hold a certain interest in you, an interest that does not go unnoticed.

Without hesitation, 1x cups your face, casting a brief glance at the prince before smirking. Then, he leans in and kisses you sweetly. As the royals draw near, he drapes his coat over both of you, shielding the intimate moment from their view.

n: yes I'm back posting now, since I can't help myself taking long gone in Tumblr, so here I am back in business once again :D

@lynnie-s3all - thank you for your cute scenario idea, sorry for sudden gone I'll just got distracted by my college :)

[spookierdeer]

OL EUA YUGQ G XGOYOT OT MXGVK PAOIK, OZ ZAXTY OTZU G MXGVK. NGVVE NGRRUCKKT! 🎃⚠️

(costume talk and yapping under the cut)

starting from back to the front:

stan and ford are handing out candy this year, stan dressed in his vampire costume and planning to scare kids and ford is wearing a mabel (turtleneck!) pumpkin sweater, about as festive as he's willing to dress up this year. ford was originally planning to hole himself up in his lab and work on data analysis or whatever nerd shit he has going on but stan invites him to help scare the hell out of kids. ford declines initially, better things to do, but after checking to see how stan's doing (badly), ford decides to help by bursting out of the bushes with a glowing laser gun, face cloaked in shadow. it's more fun than he expects or admits and he eventually fully joins stan.

soos and melody are trick or treating in a couple costume, soos as zelda and melody as link. melody wanted to cosplay link for awhile and you cannot convince me soos wouldn't jump at the chance to dress up as a badass anime elf princess who can fire lasers.

mabel, pacifica, and waddles are dressed as utena, anthy, and chu chu respectively. i have a headcanon that post working at the diner and slowly getting used to normal kid things, pacifica discovers anime. specifically shojo princess anime. she finds utena and loses her mind over it in private, with mabel eventually breaking down her walls and getting her to admit to the sin of liking anime. mabel gets pacifica to show her her favorites and mabel immediately insists they need to cosplay as utena and anthy for halloween, pacifica is a princess after all! (said in jest, but baby gay panic ensues on pacifica's end. mabel is pretty oblivious to her plight and doesn't realize why being pacifica's knight makes her feel so giddy until later on.)

dipper sees pacifica joining mabel as an excuse to flake out on trick or treating without being a total jerk, especially since they'll be joined by candy and grenda later. i know he's working on not trying to grow up too fast by the end of the series, but kids and teens are full of anxiety and doubts and i figure he would be pretty awkward about a lot of things still, even after learning otherwise. wirt doesn't want to dress up since the previous halloween ended with him in the unknown then waking up in the hospital, but greg still wants to go trick or treating. dipper tags along to help babysit greg despite it not really being necessary, wirt's just glad to have someone to chat with while he takes greg, especially someone who doesn't leap to finding him strange. greg is going as a ghost elephant and wirt assumes it's just the weird kid tradition of layering costumes over the years, but greg's logic is that he "died" as an elephant last year so now the elephant is a ghost. if wirt heard this he would probably end up freaked out, but kids are often more aware of things than expected. dipper is wearing wendy's hat since she traded with him at the end of the series.

putting wirt and greg in there could feel a little random, but these are my two favorite shows to watch during autumn and i associate them with each other. plus, it's otgw's ten year anniversary and it's so perfectly halloween, i think it makes enough sense to put them together. idk i love joy and whimsy, i am cringe and i am free.

i initally wanted to include other characters, candy, grenda, and wendy for sure but i was also considering coraline, wybie, and norman. felt way too complicated so maybe i'll draw something with those characters some other time.

[author-ssi]

Singing in the Shower ~JJK

➜Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Reader

➜Genre: Smut, One-Shot

Warnings: Description of Jungkook's body (and yeah that deserves a warning!), reader is feral for Jungkook (and who can blame her?), Jungkook is more than happy to indulge her (both orally and sexually). if you've taken all the hints in the warnings, then you're more than ready to start reading! [MDNI 18+]

➜Word Count: 2k

➜Summary: Post-workout Jungkook takes too long in the shower since he's apparently too carried away with singing rather than washing up. At the start, you have all the patience to wait for him; until you get frustrated... sexually.

"I'm done. I'm gonna get a shower", a shirtless Jungkook leans against the doorframe of your shared bedroom.

You glance up from your phone, your eyes immediately transfixing on his bare chest for a good minute before trailing down to his low-waisted jeans, the CK underwear waistband peeking through.

Thank God for that collab...

"Why did you work out while wearing jeans? You have a closet full of sweatpants".

When he answers that it was because he decided to work out on impulse, you simply shake your head in disbelief.

Classic Jungkook doing things on a whim.

"Alright, go. I'll wait for you so we can sleep together", you shoo him away, a soft smile gracing your lips nonetheless.

Jungkook chuckles before he slowly strides up to you.

You don't miss the way his bicep flexes when he presses his one hand on the bed, leaning over to lay a short but somewhat promising kiss on your lips.

"Mm, I'll be quick", he hums playing with his lip piercing, not drawing away from your lips just yet.

"You better", you whisper leaving another, equally promising kiss on his lips seizing the opportunity to briefly touch his broad chest, in the guise of playfully shoving him away from you.

He chuckles as he walks backwards, slightly cracking his knuckles, which causes his biceps to flex - a sight your eyes don't fail to miss yet again.

Except this time, he catches you in the act...

Smirking smugly, he winks at you before disappearing from the doorframe. You swear the teasing of this man will be the end of you!

~~~~

Alas, what you expected to be a few minutes of waiting, soon turned into a whole hour!

Honestly, you should have known by now that when the sound of the water running is accompanied by Jungkook's singing of various songs, his short shower session is bound to turn into an hour-long bathroom concert.

Most times, you just leave him to it; simply enjoying the sound of his melodic voice echoing through the bathroom walls and eventually reaching your ears.

However, his previous teasing has significantly lessened your patience making you daring enough to become a bit shameless.

Getting out of bed, you start to discard every item of clothing off your body while you make a beeline for your stalling boyfriend.

Upon entering the bathroom, you bite your lip at the sight of his bulky silhouette showing through the steamed-up shower glass doors.

"Mommy don't know Daddy's getting hot... at the body shop... doing something unholy".

Jungkook's too lost in his singing to notice you sliding into the shower.

What a coincidence; the title of the song totally matches your current thoughts about him.

You barely stifle a cheeky giggle at that, before you extend your hand towards him, grazing your fingertips over his shoulder blades and then sliding them down his spine.

Jungkook instantly halts his singing as if he suddenly forgot all the following lyrics, but still, he doesn't turn to face you.

Instead, he closes his eyes as he relishes the feeling of your hands running up and down his bare back, noticing how your breath gets heavier with each move.

When he finally turns around, what he comes to witness has his unrestrained cock instantly hardened.

You look absolutely erotic.

Your naked body has been decorated with water droplets from the shower that's still running behind him.

Your eyes have darkened - gaze so heated it sends blood right down his cock.

You were never the type of girlfriend to hide just how much you lusted over your boyfriend and that's one of the things he adores about you. In private (and sometimes in public too) you never attempted to conceal your thirst over his body and even if he'd tease you endlessly for it, in the end, he always indulged you.

Even now, he's almost tempted to make you beg for it and watch you slowly give yourself up to him.

Almost is the keyword here, because honestly right now, he is too horny for that...

His lips devour your own.

God, this man really knows how to kiss...

Your lips weave together perfectly in sync.

Jungkook's large hand slides from your neck to the side of your face, ultimately nestling in your damp hair.

Your arms snake under his own latching onto his massive back, dragging your fingers over the prominent muscles.

He hums against your mouth pressing his lips harder against your own, causing you to let out a breathless whine.

Hearing your voice seems to spur him on to slowly probe his tongue into your mouth.

One hand still tangled up in your hair, he presses his other on the small of your back finally pulling you flash against him.

You shiver at the contact, triggered not just by his wet skin but also by the intimate closeness you two suddenly share.

Too lost in the kiss, your legs step closer to him, your body pushing further up against him.

As a result, his own body moves back to the point where his back comes into contact with the bathroom tiles.

Their coolness causes him to grunt against your lips, his grip on you tightening, yet he refuses to break off your deep kiss.

By the time your mouth reluctantly parts from his, you're both breathless.

Jungkook's eyes trail down your heaving chest, a smirk playing over his lips at the way your perked nipples are rubbing against him.

"Come here, baby", he beckons with a low voice before he switches places with you so that you're the one whose back is currently pressed up against the bathroom tiles.

"Let me appreciate you", he hums eagerly laying a small, wet kiss on your jaw. He then leans over to your neck, starting to leave open-mouthed kisses and gentle nibbles on the skin.

Endless moans start spilling out of your mouth as he continues to ravish you, moving lower and lower until you realise that he's now kneeled in front of your pelvis.

With bated breath, you gaze down at him awaiting his next move; your bedroom eyes are more than enough for him to know exactly what you want him to do to you.

His tongue darts out to lick his lips suggestively and your thighs quiver impatiently, in desperate need of his face between them.

"Jungkook", you whine swaying your hips towards him, practically pleading for him.

"I know baby, I know", he coos at you pressing a wet kiss on each of your thighs, enjoying the way they once again quiver in need.

Finally heeding your plea, he flattens his tongue before sliding it over your folds, groaning contentedly at the sweet taste of your arousal.

You gasp, muscles going taut, as the pleasure spreads throughout your whole body.

"Let me hear you, baby", he rasps against your pussy, now starting to properly eat you out.

You don't need to be asked twice.

Your fingers tangled in his short hair, you lean your head back letting soft moans spill from your lips again.

Jungkook touches the blade of his tongue on your clit before starting to suck on it, earning the sweetest, little cry from you.

His eyes set on you, the intensity of his gaze being the testament to his fervour in pleasing you.

It's not until he starts rapidly lapping at your folds, like a man starved, that you feel the pulsation of your approaching orgasm.

"Jungkook, I'm about to-", you attempt to warn him but he seems to already know what you're about to say.

"Mm, yeah I know you love this, baby. I know this will make you cum".

He quirks his pierced eyebrow at you, giving your thighs a tight squeeze before getting back into it.

Your hips heatedly stutter when your entire body finally dissolves into pleasure, Jungkook gripping your thighs tightly to keep you in place so he can help you ride out your orgasm.

He swears he could gaze at your beautiful blissed-out face forever.

But he's not done with you yet...

"Why don't you turn around for me, baby?", he smacks his lips sloppily against your flushed pussy, making you jump at the sensitivity still too dazed by that orgasm.

And yet, unsteady as you are, you comply as you turn to face the bathroom wall.

Meanwhile, Jungkook has stood back up to position you properly; guiding your palms to rest against the white tiles and your back to arch towards them.

Oh, you're in such capable hands...

Soon, the sound of hips snapping against hips starts to resonate in the bathroom.

Jungkook grips your love handles tightly to keep you steady as your breasts are now pushed up against the bathroom wall.

"Fuck baby, you feel so good".

A loud whine is the only response he gets from you in return as you rest your cheek against the cold tiles, keeping your back arched for him.

Removing one hand from gripping you, he runs his fingers down the length of your back making you shudder.

But you know this serene stimulation isn't meant to last for long.

After all, Jungkook isn't known to be a patient man...

The sound of a slap echoes through the bathroom and the pleasurable sting on the skin of your ass signals the first signs of Jungkook's impatience.

Still, it catches you off guard.

Instinctively, you push yourself off the wall, your back now up against his chest.

"Didn't see that coming, huh baby?", he teases you before burying his entire length inside your pussy.

Gasping, you latch onto his shoulders in an attempt to keep your balance.

He immediately notices, wrapping one of his strong arms around your waist.

"Jungkook, kiss me", you pant angling your face to find his mouth.

Both your lips and bodies now joined as one, the two of you relish in the shared intimacy.

However, your current position soon alerts you of how uncomfortable it actually is.

Once again, reading into your discomfort, Jungkook draws the kiss to an end before slowly pulling out of you as well.

You whine in spite of yourself, bothered by the sudden feeling of emptiness, and quickly turn around to latch yourself onto him again.

Jungkook lets out an amused chuckle and grabs onto your hips, easily lifting you up against him and trapping you between himself and the wall.

You're about to wrap your legs around his waist, but the moment he fills you with his cock, you let out a hum feeling them go limp.

"Hold onto me, baby, yeah?", he urges you as his grip, now on your thighs, tightens and you wrap your arms around his shoulders instead.

When he starts thrusting into you again, setting a rhythmic pace, this time you rest your forehead on his, your soft moans mingling with his light groans.

"You'll give me one more, won't you baby? Such a good girl for me".

If you weren't already close by his cock rocking into you, you'd surely come undone just by those words of his.

"Yes, I'm gonna cum, Jungkook-", you gasp feeling the familiar waves of pleasure wash over you, bringing your orgasm ashore.

It feels as if your body melts against him and you relax yourself against him, gently hugging him.

"I'm not done yet", he states picking your almost limp body up and carrying you out of the bathroom.

His statement barely registers in your hazy post-orgasm mind, so your gullible self chooses to ignore it as you wrap your arms and legs against him, nuzzling your face against his neck.

He grabs a towel, one hand remaining around you to support your weight, and then heads back to your bedroom.

Spreading the towel over your sheets, Jungkook lays you on them and climbs over above you, eagerly guiding his cock to your entrance.

Your eyes, droopy from the previous pleasure, now widen in surprise.

"Jungkook, you can't mean-", you're about to protest when his eyes laser into yours, a predatory instinct shining in them.

"I said I'm not done yet".

[nyaboshiikun]

Can we see more of the rest of petey’s band personally lives? (If not totally okay)

Yeah it's okay!!!!but i do apologise that i have no drawings for the each of them 🙁

> oh yeah I don't know if you want their past or present lives so i ended up writing their past life ^_^

a bonus art of them eating in jolibee

~Big Jim

Big Jim's mom and Petey's are best friends, they both played in a band called "The Hersheys" back in the 70s, although his mother plays the guitar in the band whereas Big Jim's plays keyboard (even back way to his childhood) his mum bought him a portable keyboard piano for Christmas :D

Big Jim's childhood is pretty much more positive than Petey's, Grace looked after him after the incident (from Big Jim Begins) resulting Petey and Big Jim eventually bonded as brothers! A month after that, Big Jim's aunt took him to her care, he still lived his best life growing up playing his keyboard, watching Animes, playing games, going outside making friends, and ofcourse baking cupcakes as his hobby.

~Yolay

As i previously mentioned before, Yolay is an ex member of their now Opponent Band (I'll introduce them someday!!) she felt the toxic environment in the management leaving her sick and tired everyday, more than that her bandmates are always arguing during sessions so she didn't really enjoyed playing in it and despite her being popular within their band, one of the members sometimes have Yolay embarrass herself in front of the live audience due to jealousy and she was on her limit to really leave the band.

~Flippy

He's just a chill guy with 22 adopted kids 😁

Actually he's a pub drummer (like a full time drummist) just your regular guy getting payed for doing a couple beats for a couple of bands, but ofcourse it's a pub, sometimes Flippy gets slanders about him being the worst drummer or getting insulted by a buncha wack drunkos and him being mad causes him to crash out and start getting into fights, he wants to leave but this was his only job.

~Max

Max is just your regular Max, he met Petey back in highschool due to a class group (a duo) for a research in science, and yknow what happened in the end? They almost blew up the whole school because of their experiment! Both of these dummies relate to eachother due to their issues among one parent (they both have father issues LMAO) Max really doesn't want to talk about his family that much it gives him the heebie jeebies but he's not EMO unlike Petey, he's flashy and popular with girls but he spends alot of his time with Sam. Sometimes the three of them would commit shenanigans together leaving Petey in a third wheel www

Annndd that's pretty much it! They're just all a bunch of losers with a melancholic past i hope this answers your question ^^

[homeofthelonelywriter]

Capri Sun

(A/N) This is just stupid, but I love this side of Cod.

Pairing: Simon x Reader (no Y/N)

Warning: blood draw, fear of needles, aggressive and oblivious reader, starstruck Simon, suggestive at the end

Synopsis: Based on this.

Simon is a soldier. A warrior. Hardened by life, by the horrors he experiences every day. He had killed hundreds, thousands of people with his hands. Scars cover his body. Scars he acquired in battle and through torture. His subordinates fear him, his superiors respect him. If anyone were to think of a ‘tough guy’, someone not scared by anything, they would think of him.

But god damn, this man is scared of needles. What didn’t help, was the fact that, as a soldier, he had regular health check-ups, each of them including a blood draw.

At first, he tried to face his fear alone, not telling anyone how bad it really was. Only when he eventually fainted before one of those blood draws, did Price catch wind of the Lieutenant’s phobia. And since then, he accompanied Simon to every single blood draw, just to make sure the big, scary man was okay.

But Price still tried to help Simon with his fear. While at first, the Captain would be standing right beside his colleague, he started slowly distancing himself, hoping to give the Lieutenant some independence that way.

The same was happening again. They had just gotten back from a mission and due to an injury, Simon had to go through a check-up, which would start with the oh-so-feared blood draw.

The soldier felt the anxiety from the moment he woke up, only consoled by the fact, that since he had to be sober for the blood draw, it would take place before breakfast. At least it would be over soon.

Ten minutes before Simon’s appointment was scheduled, Price knocked on his door and picked him up. Together, they walked to the infirmary and after checking Simon in, they sat down in the waiting room. Some other soldiers recognized them and started to chat with Price, not really noticing Simon’s silence. After all, he wasn’t much of a talker on a day when he didn’t have to get a needle jabbed into his arm.

After a few minutes, Simon was called into one of the rooms. As he got up, he glanced at Price, who just nodded encouragingly, sending the Lieutenant off. While walking to the room, Simon took slow, steady breaths, already trying to calm his nerves. But when he entered, the anxiety spiked up again.

This time, it wasn’t because of the prospect of what was about to happen, but because of…you. You were…adorable, sitting on a tiny stool, you could use to roll around the room.

He stood in the door for a few seconds, staring at your profile, as you routinely took out everything you’d need for this. You didn’t even notice him until you swiveled around to face the door.

A surprised gasp escaped your lips, not expecting a mountain of a man to be your patient today. Sure, you were used to treating soldiers, big men and women, fit and stocky, but that man…he was something else entirely.

After recovering from the surprise, you let out a chuckle and pointed to the chair in front of you.

“Please, take a seat.”

Simon did as you asked, still staring at you. You looked so fragile and cute. And your smile. If Simon were to die and he could pick one image to see before he leaves this world, it would be that smile of yours.

You swiveled back again, grabbing a capri sun from a table behind you before you turned back to face him. As you ripped off the straw, you started to go through your standard introduction.

“Hi I'm your medic and I'll be drawing your blood today.”

You straightened the straw and aimed at the small hole on the top, jamming the straw down, but missing it. If this display wouldn’t have scared Simon as much as it did, he would’ve found the way, your face pulled into a frown, adorable.

You try again, missing once more, making you grow incredibly frustrated.

“Ahm, so…are you sober?”

You weren’t even looking at Simon while asking him the question, still focused on the capri sun and the way you kept missing the hole.

“Uh-hu.”

You glance at him, a smile on your face, before you glance back down at the juice pack in your hands, the smile gone.

“And have you ever fainted before, during, or after a blood draw?”

Simon’s muscles tensed and his eyes grew wide while he watched you jabbing at the poor juice pouch, a thin layer of sweat starting to cover his skin. His hands had started to claw at the armrests of the chair. But you were oblivious to his panic.

He muttered a quick ‘no’, wanting to save face in front of you, but in his mind, he completed it with a ‘but I think I’m about to’.

“Good. Let me just…ugh.”

Another missed attempt and you clearly had enough. You balled up the pouch, turned it on its side, and jabbed the straw into it with as much force as possible, a triumphant ‘ah-ha!’ leaving your lips as you took a sip.

Your display of aggression was enough for the poor man and with a voice you never expected from someone like him, he called out.

“Price!”

You looked up, confused as to what was going on. Your confusion only grew when another big and burly soldier, even if not as big and burly as the one sat in front of you, came running up to the door.

“What’s going on?”

You looked between him and the man sitting in front of you, not knowing what to say. And Simon didn’t say anything either, instead just reaching out his hand towards the Captain.

Price let out an understanding chuckle and closed the door for some privacy, before grabbing Simon’s hand and giving him an assuring squeeze.

“He doesn’t like getting his blood drawn.”

The way Price whispered that to you, seemed as if he was sharing an important secret with you. You nodded in understanding and sat down the juice pouch, which caught Price’s attention, earning you a confused look.

“I couldn’t hit the hole with the straw, so…”

You explained it so nonchalantly, but in that moment, everything started to make sense in Price’s head and he had to use all of his self-restraint to not just burst out laughing.

Now that you knew that your patient was afraid of the procedure ahead of him, you decided to get it over with as quickly as possible. And you did it without a hitch, placing a small bandaid over the puncture wound.

“Do keep some pressure on that, okay? You don’t want a bruise to form there.”

Simon nodded and with the help of Price got to his feet. The Captain quickly thanked you, before leaving the room, but Simon hesitated. He glanced at you and you again smiled at him, making his heart melt.

“W-Would you l-like to go out s-somtime?”

He talked so quietly, it took your brain a second to catch up, and when it did, a heavy blush covered your cheeks. Was he really asking you out?

“Y-Yeah. I’d love to. I’m done at six tonight.”

Simon nodded, not looking at you, way too embarrassed.

“I’ll pick you up then.”

You nodded and smiled at him, waving as he left the room.

Let’s just say, from that moment on, you were the only medic that would draw his blood. And let’s just say that with him, the procedure required a lot longer than normal and would only happen behind a locked door. Yeah, he’d practically have you sitting in his lap while drawing his blood, grinding up into you, the only way to get his mind off of what was happening that moment. At least Price no longer had to accompany him to those appointments.

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Call of Duty - Masterlist

Master-Masterlist

[oh-no-its-bird]

Celebrating my 21'st birthday by posting an obnoxious amount of

Warring States Hatake OC things !

Continuing the warring states era Hatake oc train as I try to fill up all 21 slots for the clan !!! I honestly don't know if I'll make all 21, but I'd like to at least give them all names, just to make the world feel lived in. I might ask someone else to donate an oc or two in the future to guest star in the cast, idk

But anyways !!!! In a clan who loves to adopt, it stands to reason that they ofc have people among them who weren't born Hatake.

With that said: Pyromaniac explosion enthusiast Hatake who was a failed bloodline theft anyone ???

Both Sora and Tsuki are pretty fucking horrendous towards Tetsuo, but in large part it's Tsuki leading the charge. Sora follows his lead, as he's the first friend she made in the clan. They're honestly pretty close

Meanwhile: Sora remains the biggest Haruka fan ever. Being saved from the bloodline thief camp by the woman really cemented her in her mind as her hero.

After Sora lost her arm at 12 when playing with an explosion seal she'd explicitly been told not to play with, Tsuki proposed they learn to do hand signs together.

Sora would eventually be able to figure out how to do pull off a jutsu with only one hand, but it takes a long time to get there— and even when she is there, it still takes longer than if she had 2 hands. Working with Tsuki, they can both pull off just about any jutsu as fast as any one person can. Faster, even

Top ten images taken 5 seconds before disaster...

I was gonna draw 2 more pages for this, of the actual drowning attempt, but I got tired and wanted to post this today so you get a summary of what comes next instead. (Maybe I'll finish drawing it and post it separately another day)

Tsuki and Sora bullied Tetsuo pretty relentlessly till the boys were about 13, when Tsuki took things a step too far and basically tried to drown Tetsuo. Tetsuo fought back, beating both Tsuki and Sora's asses pretty soundly— and catching Haruka's attention in the process.

Seeing Tetsuo fend off the other two made up Haruka's mind, and she declared he'd be her new heir. Which he... didn't actually want to be. Oops!

Sora was pretty effectively scared out of bullying Tetsuo any further, and Tsuki mellowed out a good amount— though he remained mischievous, but that was pretty standard for him.

The blue tint of Tetsuo's skin would fade only some months later as he grew out of his Hoshigaki traits and into his Hatake blood. This also helped to lessen teasing from the other kids, along with the whole "he's the new clan heir now" thing.

Good for him.

The next day Tetsuo is super pissy and sleep deprived while Tsuki is suspiciously smug and well rested. On the bright side, Tetsuo has officially learned his lesson and will now refuse to let Tsuki ever give anyone anything he's drawn ominous spirals on.

As adults, Tetsuo and Tsuki are... fine, honestly. They're friends, in a way. Might even be counted as close— or as close as you can be, with Tsuki.

The fact that Tsuki got himself permanantly posessed by an Uzu spiral demon on that mission gone wrong in Wave doesn't make things as complicated than you'd think. Tetsuo seems to often land himself in the position of acting as Tsuki (and often times Sora's) handler.

I had a few more things I wanted to draw, but ran out of time. I'll probably just try and draw and post it later. No Sora piercing lore, Daisuke introduction post or full Tetsuo drowning comic for you!!! (Yet)

Umm final thoughts:

Tetsuo is doomed to forever be surrounded by maniacs

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