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jincherie · 5 years

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happy zee day! || ‘a yk predicament’

hello everyone it’s currently zee day in AU so !! we’re hoppin on that celebrating shit!!! happy birthday miss zee of @cinnaminsvga !!! i’m sorry your actual fic isn’t up, and that I have yet to complete fox rain 4, but I’m trying!!! I hope this makes up for it a little bit xxxx I love u, and I hope karma lets ur asshole rest this birth year!!!

pairing | nymph!jk x reader x dragon!yg genre | not applicable. this is a fucking mess NBJHFBJHGB warnings| none! words | 3.6k (oops) sidenote --> this is a pile of shit but I hope it makes u smile! ily! also i didnt proofread this im so sorry

“Min Yoongi, I swear to god if you don’t stop growling at the poor boy—"

In response to your reprimand, the scaly little bastard turns around and spits and growls at you, apparently even possessing enough balls in this moment to hack up an ember and pelt it your way. You stand in disbelief for a moment, blinking.

The little bastard did not just—

“U-um, p-please! You d-don’t have to—” You turn your gaze in the direction the sudden voice had come from, the speaker freezing and stuttering as soon as your eyes land on him. The nymph blushes instantly, soft emerald-tinged skin tinting pink across his face to the tips of his ears. Still, he attempts to continue where he left off, although his voice quickly loses strength after a few words, “Y-You don’t have to… to fight….”

The nature spirit shifts in his spot where he is still partially angled behind a tree from when your little bastard of a companion tried to bite his hand off, eyes flicking from the forest floor to your face. “I’m… it is my fault… I shouldn’t have revealed myself in the… in the first place. I am sorry, I did not mean to wet him either. Well, I did, but…”

He gulps, risking a glance at your visibly bristling companion, who looks very menacing despite his current tiny stature. At the sight of the glare he is no doubt receiving, the nymph recoils, and your hand begins to reach on instinct to whomp Yoongi a good one on the back of the head. Before you can manage, the nymph speaks despite looking very much like he’d rather be doing anything but.

“I thought… I thought he was a water dragon…”

There is a moment of silence as his words slip softly into the air, and another as they cross the space between you to brush your ears. The second they register, the sudden, powerful urge to guffaw begins to bubble within you, and you’re powerless to stop the loud, ringing laughter from leaving you. Yoongi, however, doesn’t seem to have taken the nymph’s comment in such light spirits.

“RrrrrrRAAAAH! RRRRAH!!! GGRRRRRRHRHHRHRRRRRAH GGRRRAH!!!”

Yoongi attempts to launch at the poor boy, claws out, from his spot on the ground, and despite your tear-inducing laughter you manage to snatch him mid-air with your arms around his middle with nothing short of practiced ease. You don’t need to be fluent in dragon to know that Yoongi just cussed this boy the hell out. Thankfully, it doesn’t seem that the nymph is fluent in dragon either, and he continues unaware of the names he has been called.

“I’m sorry!” He cries, dark chestnut curls flopping across his forehead and flopping over his wide, doe eyes as he shakes his head fervently. “I was—I was just excited! I-I’m the only nature spirit in this forest, around this lake, and when I realised you could have been another water spirit…”

The nymph seems mortified by his series of mistakes, the flowers interwoven and seemingly bonded with his hair wilting slightly as his face reddens further. What. How is that possible? Are they sprouting from his head? You can’t help but reel for a moment as your thoughts take you down a path they probably shouldn’t when you have a spitting ball of scaly anger absolutely frothing at the mouth in your arms.

Thankfully, the slightest wriggle from Yoongi brings your attention right back to the present and you tighten your hold on him, the small dragon yowling pitifully at his foiled attempt to escape. Were you anyone else, you know he wouldn’t hesitate to tear your arms to ribbons in order to escape your grip, but you’ve come to realise in your brief but seemingly endless time together that he would rather do literally anything but hurt you. Why? You’re not sure. You don’t even know why he’s still here with you. The bugger attached himself to you like a parasite ever since you left that witch’s store and you haven’t been able to get rid of him since, let alone get him to part from your side for more than five minutes at a time. You’ve not known true privacy in almost a month.

NOT to seem like you’re complaining, because you aren’t. Your travels had been quite lonely before you had the (mis)fortune of meeting the fun-sized little dragon-spawn—the witch had informed you that he is actually just a baby, by dragon standards, but he’s not an infant per se. Actually, she’d had a bit of a funny look in her eye when she told you that and you’ve still to figure out exactly what it means. You suspect it probably had to do with the fact Yoongi isn’t a baby, but has to be a fucking toddler with the way he carries on sometimes. You never knew dragons were so prissy!

You’d think if a baby wanted cuddles, or affection, they’d ask for it, right? Not this one. The little bastard will sit next to you, not too close but just slightly within reach, and will not say anything for the entire time—and yet, when you don’t immediately know what he wants (cuddles) and when he wants them (right then and right there), he resorts to snapping his jaws around your hand like an untrained pup and glaring at you until you take the hint. Oh, but he won’t beg, or ask for it. Clearly, that’s below him. Yoongi the dragon toddler says ‘fuck y/n lives’, apparently.

You almost don’t even realise you’ve zoned out again until the nymph whimpers, and you realise your grip on the growling, coal-spitting menace has begun to slacken slightly. Sending him a reassuring if somewhat sheepish look, you decide to put an end to the situation at last and hopefully ease the soft-spoken nature spirit a little. You’re still curious about him, after all, and you don’t even know his name. How are you going to find it out if he goes running for the hills in the next few minutes because you happen to have a little goblin in dragon form for your companion?

Without even batting a lash, you free an arm and pull it back closer to your body. Yoongi tenses, as though he’s going to take the opportunity to take flight and launch at the poor boy that had accidentally offended him so, but seems to quickly realise your plan as he whips his head back and hits you with a look of complete and utter betrayal. Too late—he should have thought of the possible consequences when he decided to spit one of his weak ass embers at you. With lightning-fast speed that rivals even his own, your hand shoots forward and secures your well-utilised, trusty grip on the back of his neck. Instantly, as your fingers dig gently into his pressure points between hard scales, he stiffens and then grows completely slack in your hold.

The nymph watches, absolutely in awe, as you hitch the dragon under your arm and rest his weight against your hip. He’s still a baby, so still vulnerable to those same baby reactions—it’s kind of similar to the way a mother cat grabbing her kitten by the scruff of the neck paralyses them momentarily. He’ll be out of the count for a little while now at least. The witch told you about the little hack, saying you probably wouldn’t need it (a bold faced LIE, evidently) and in the whole time you’ve known Yoongi you’ve been able to make very good use of it. He was going to bite you later for it, but you don’t really care. He’s too much of a softie to really hurt you, anyway.

“You’ll have to forgive Yoongi, he’s a bit… sensitive,” you say, offering the boy a smile. He seems to brighten at it, the flowers in his hair lifting a little and his cheeks flushing once more. He shuffles out from behind the tree just a little. “He doesn’t really have the colouring of a fire dragon, and I think he’s a little bit, you know, sore about it.”

You pretend to whisper that last bit, but the disgruntled and somewhat-offended huff from beneath your arm tells you that the dragon heard you loud and clear. Well, serves him right for being an ass.

The nymph giggles at your words, however, and takes another small step out from behind the tree. It is like coercing a small forest animal out from the underbrush, you can’t help but think, and immediately the thought endears you. He’s so cute, with the little flower chain bracelet and the little blooms in his hair—his big doe eyes are probably his most powerful weapon, though, and you sincerely hope he doesn’t know how to use them and you’re not currently being tricked out of your money or belongings or something, You’ve just paralysed your guard dragon, for crying out loud! All you have left is your wits and they’re not the sharpest tool in your shed even on the best of days.

Worrying about such a thing is ridiculous, though, and you know this immediately because despite the fact he’d almost just lost his hand to Yoongi’s frothing maw, the nymph comes closer and coos, brushing his hand tentatively over Yoongi’s snout to caress the myriad of soft blue and dusk-coloured scales there. Yoongi growls and you smack his behind, effectively ceasing the sound.

The forest is still bright and alive around you, vibrating and singing with the birds and the wind, seeming to respond to the nymph’s glee as he admires the small dragon now that the threat around him has been… neutralised, for lack of better word.

“But he is so very pretty,” the nature spirit says, earnestly. You think you catch sight of a blush beneath Yoongi’s scales, and decide to file the observation away to tease him with later, in the event he decides to test you again. The nymph has been speaking fine up until now, when he accidentally meets your eyes and is thrown into another blushing, stuttering fit. “A-ah, and h-he’s very… very majestic. D-Does he… d-does….ah, nevermind….”

You tilt your head at the shy boy, admiring the way the sun illuminates the silky strands of his hair in a golden halo around his head. You wait until he meets your eyes to talk, offering him another smile. You’d long since introduced yourself when you first spotted him and began trying to coerce him out from behind the tree, but you’ve yet to get him to return the favour. “What’s your name, oh guardian spirit of this forest and lake?”

The nymph seems to brighten, flowers perking up once more, and he shoots you a large grin that reveals big bunny teeth. You’re about ready to pack him up and take him home, and are simply thankful you’re an evolved being who has the capacity to control such urges.

“I’m J-Jungkook! I-I’m not actually guardian of this forest, or… or the lake. I’m k-kind of… well… To be honest,” he reaches a hand up, ruffling the fluffy curls at the back of his neck. “This forest and th-the lake are under the jurisdiction of the local mountain deity… I’m not needed here. A-Actually, I don’t think I’m really meant to be here…”

A part of you wishes to ask why immediately, but you barely refrain, wishing to allow him to tell you himself. You can tell that even Yoongi is slightly interested now, the mongrel having calmed down in his time spent close to you and now looking up at the nymph as much as he is able with his momentarily crippled mobility.

“I just woke up here a few months ago, without an explanation and without any m-memory of why, or h-how. I c-can’t even… remember anything about before the day I woke up here, besides my name and some other things like that…” There’s a saddened edge to his tone, but he still offers you a smile so sincere it makes his little sprouting flowers glow and preen. “The forest has been kind enough to let me stay here, but I do not want t-to overstay my welcome. I d-don’t belong here, after all. My flowers do not match the ones that sprout from this earth.”

Come to think of it, you hadn’t even noticed that. You direct your gaze around to see if he is right, and when you confirm his words you feel a certain pain of something stab at your chest. Empathy? Sorrow? It’s sad, what he’s telling you. You’re not surprised his story is awakening the maternal instincts inside you that are buried so deep you were convinced your entire life before now that they didn’t exist. Trust the cute, adorable nymph boy your pet dragon almost bit in the forest to bring them out of you.

Well, you’re not one to let anyone be sad for long. You already have one unplanned companion on this trip, why not add another?

“Would you like to come with us, Jungkook?” you ask, deciding not to beat around the bush. “We’re going to the mountain that touches the moon! I need to meet the witch there, I need her help with something. I’m not sure why Yoongi is going, but I’m sure there is a reason. If you want, you can come with us too? There is always room for one more.”

You make sure to send the boy your warmest smile, but still he’s so shocked he almost stumbles back. Of course, it doesn’t help that Yoongi seems to have regained control of his head and attempted to snap his jaws around Jungkook’s poor fingers. “I promise to protect you from my pet dragon.”

You laugh at your own joke, but it’s broken by the cry of pain that jerks from your throat. “HaHAHYOWCH, YOONGI WHAT THE HELL! Don’t make me pinch you again!”

The dragon hatchling, now able to turn his head fully even if he can’t turn the rest of his body, utilises his newly regained range of motion to release your fingers from his mouth and nail you with a heated glare. You know he hates it when you joke about him being your pet (another sore spot you’ve discovered through painful experience), but you couldn’t help yourself when the opportunity was so readily there. You send him a sour look, and he looks away with a huff. If you’re lucky, he might deign to give you the silent treatment later on, and you’ll be treated to an extra few minutes of privacy.

“Anyway,” you clear your throat, smiling at the blushing nymph once more. “What do you say? Would you like to come on an adventure with us? I promise it will be fun!”

You could tell Jungkook had already been very close to saying yes, but when he sees your hand proffered out for him to take, he blushes madly again and it seems to make up his mind. He smiles so big that it overtakes his face and his eyes end up shutting in cute crescents. “Y-yeah! Okay! I’ll come! I don’t really have any b-belongings, I’m ready to go when y-you are!”

You smile at him, absolutely endeared, and grasp his hand in yours to shake. His skin is cool against yours, but incredibly soft and smooth. At your touch his flowers shoot up straight, pollen falling from their centre at the motion, and to your complete and utter surprise two more little flowers sprout, wrestling between his curly strands, and pop to unravel into an immediate bloom. Jungkook looks mortified.

“Sorry,” he whispers, shoulders pinching up slightly as his body curves inwards on itself. “That… that happens when I’m really happy. I don’t know how to stop it.”

You can’t help but laugh softly, reaching up to pinch his cheek with your free hand after releasing his own. “Don’t worry, it’s cute! Please don’t stop it.”

Yoongi lets out a discontented growl, at what you don’t know, and you decide to ignore it in favour of getting on your way once more. You have a lot of ground to cover before you reach the mountain that touches the moon, after all!

It isn’t long into the silent first ten minutes or so of the trip, that you break and decide to probe Jungkook for an answer to something you’ve been wondering. Yoongi is still under your arm, disgruntled as ever. He’s regained access to his front legs but his behind and wings are still temporarily out of commission. Although, he’s been so oddly quiet this whole time that you can’t help but suspect that even if he did regain his butt, legs and wings, the sneaky bastard might not say anything so he gets his daily does of cuddles. You don’t know how such a prickly creature can be so damn needy.

“Jungkook,” you start, waiting until you have his attention before you continue; the nymph had been gazing with fondness over the beauty of the forest as the sun filters down through the foliage, a soft smile on his face. You think his cheeks warm again as he faces you, but you can’t tell. “What was it that you were going to ask before? About Yoongi? Now is the time to ask, while he still can’t use his wings.”

Apparently Jungkook left his fear of the dragon back in the clearing where he’d met you, because he lets out a happy sound and smiles. “I can ask?”

When you nod, he brightens. “He is such a pretty dragon in this form, I was just wondering if he is also this pretty in his human form.”

“He’d like to think so,” you answer in automatic response, before the nymph’s words catch up with you a moment later and you almost trip over the tree root in front of you. Yoongi has stiffened completely under your arm, and if you hadn’t caught yourself from falling you might have hurt the both of you. “Wait—his what?!”

“H-his human form?” Jungkook repeats, somewhat nervous at your reaction. “Dragons have a-ancient, powerful magic. They possess more than-n one f-form. D-did no one?”

“WHAT?” you burst, your brain flatlining for a moment. No way. This little punk is playing a prank on you. Tricking you with his big ol’ eyes and sweet disposition—what a low blow. “H-he’s?? Yoongi has never changed into another form. He’s… just a dragon baby? He’s baby? Dragon baby. Dragon.”

Jungkook seems to swallow some of his nerves, curiosity about the new situation seeming to outweigh them. “Hold on, I’ll show you. When they are young, they can’t change themselves. Their parents usually have to do it for them.”

There’s a moment of stillness as Jungkook takes a step next to you, and then Yoongi lets out a squawk and throws his whole might into trying to suddenly escape your hold. He’s not quick enough, though, and Jungkook manages to grab one of the horns atop his head and hold him still long enough to place his palm against the sky blue scales of his forehead. A growl rips from the dragon, but it’s short-lived and cuts off as the scales beneath Jungkook’s hand begin to glow. You blink—once, twice, and you almost blink a third time but before you can there’s a blinding pink-tinged light that beats you to it. Yoongi’s weight escapes your arms, but you’re too busy covering your eyes to try and stop him.

In the time you have your eyes closed, however short, there is scuffling, rustling of shrubbery and a heavy thump followed by an incriminating groan. Ignoring the slight burn and residual effects from the bright light, you search for the source—and you nearly scream as it comes into sight.

Jungkook is there, standing still and unaffected and cute as ever, grinning brightly at a figure on the ground, a new figure that you have enough sense to know is exactly where your dragon should be. Inky hair, some parts silken and some parts singed, hangs over a tan face, partially covering the soft gold eyes you know belong to the dragon you’ve spent the most recent big chunk of your journey with. The figure isn’t naked, thankfully, having spawned with a loose pair of inky pants and a similarly styled shirt, but he is barefoot and looking a little affronted at the fact, in between the dazedness. From the grumpy aura, the long horns and big ‘little bastard’ energy emanating from this figure, you know it’s Yoongi for sure before you even have to try and consider it rationally. Conceiving that your magical companion is capable of magically turning into a human form isn’t hard to wrap your head around, and isn’t why you’re standing there absolutely gobsmacked, either.

No, that’s because as far as you knew and had been told, Yoongi was a baby dragon. But the male regaining his senses and apparently the nerve to glare at you from the ground right before you?

He couldn’t have been anything less than a year or so older than you. The baby dragon that you babied and teased and messed around with and teased and cuddled and made fun of, isn’t actually a baby. He’s an adult, and he’s—oh. He’s really glaring at you. A sense of dread makes itself known in your stomach.

“You,” the dragon seethes, steam beginning to dance from the crown of his head. “You’re in trouble.”

Well, that was certainly a promise! You can’t help but gulp—with any luck, you’ll still get to the mountain witch in one piece.

Uh, hopefully. In a last-ditch effort, you attempt a prayer. Noo Karma, don’t do this to me… I’ve been so good lately... you wouldn’t spank me if I was innocent, right?…. Haha... unless...??

Okay, you’re screwed.

#jungkook x reader #jungkook fic #yoongi x reader #yoongi fic #happy zee day!!#bts fic #bts drabble #bts oneshot #jungkook oneshot #yoongi oneshot #ugh im tiredt ok i sleep now

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coldbloodedcreator · 3 years

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Touch

a little gift for @luminescentlyricist ! i just... have some intense clown brainrot. also, excuse how jumbled and weird it might be at the end, I was passing out (still am) while writing it and im too excited to share it to revise much. fandom: homestuck (oc oriented) characters: othamo oculus (oc), jezakk imetat (friends oc) length: 1426 words pov: 3rd person (jezakk)

touch.

that was one way othamo would communicate with jezakk.

a pat at the shoulders to access where the smaller was, a grab at his arm to signal he needed help walking. he could be a bit rough but usually never meant to harm jezakk, told by the small apologizes that muttered from his lips. he could be verbally affectionate — but they were rarer than jezakk liked. he understood, though. being verbal about feelings was hard. jezakk couldn't get a single sentence out without his voice stuttering and cracking, no matter how hard he tried. he admired how flat his matesprit could keep his tone. sometimes he wondered if he could ask othamo how to control his voice - as othamo was one of the few troupe members who spoke with no rises in his voice at all, and spoke at a moderately quiet level compared to everyone else. but he doubted othamo would, or that it would work for long.

jezakk's internal dialogue was interrupted by a tight grip as his arm. claws dug into his flesh and jezakk had to quickly brief a glance towards his matesprit, before giving his vice gripped claws a gentle pat. "Uh," jezakk sort of grumbled low, to his best ability. he still held his claws over othamos, resisting the urge to try and pry them off. even if he tried, othamo would likely just grab on at a different section of his arm. "hEy.. cOUld yOU Uh... rElAx A lIttlE, Oth?" he sort of stammered. his eyes flickered back and forth from the emotionless grin on his matesprit's face to the near wall, his shoulders tense. luckily for him the claws relaxed and jezakk could feel the blood start to return to his arm. "i gEt yOUr nErvOUs-" othamo blunted overspoke jezakk, claws digging in once more. "im n⊙t nerv⊙us." he grunted. jezakk could hear othamo's breath hissing through his irregular, pin prick teeth, his smile much more open than his resting one. jezakk was near convinced that othamo grinned when he was nervous, and that othamo was a nervous wreck at all times. which wasn't rather farfetched from what jezakk had gathered from previous drops of othamo's cool facade, or the comments he made, but jezakk could hardly tell when othamo was being sincere or not. he couldn't even tell when othamo's rage was genuine. jezakk's eyes landed at the floor, where he could just barely see his foot tapping against the cold cement. he near became fully absorbed with his nervous leg bouncing before an idea sparked in the back of his mind. "hEy, I hAd An IdEA..." he could feel othamo's claws loosen more, before they eventually relaxed and let go. jezakk gingerly touched at where the claws had sunk in and left indents, feeling the small bumps. there was a few greasy smears of the oils from othamo's marionette strings that made jezakk briefly grimace. "what is it?" jezakk could've sworn that was more of a demand than a question. the way othamo's raspy voice spoke was a bit unnerving at times. othamo had told jezakk that when he was younger, he didn't start talking till he was around 6 or 7 sweeps old, which at first sounded somewhat ridiculous. but ... it did make some sense. "I wAs thInkIng.. AbOUt hOw yOU strUgglE wIth shOwIng AffEctIOn?" jezakk tried to word this in the kindess way possible. he could see othamo's eyebrow quirk out of the corner of his eyes. "whAt If I shOwEd yOU A wAy tO dO It wIthOUt wOrds?" "y⊙u mean asl?" for once his voice changed at the end, but went deeper instead of higher. it still registered as a questioning tone, but a grumpy one. "yEAh! wEll, Uh, nO, nOt cOmplEtEly, bEcAUsE.. yOU knOw," he gave a few vague hand movements, even though they'd go unnoticed. "yes. because im blind. i kn⊙w." it almost sounded like a sigh coming from him. jezakk frowned.

"AnywAys. wEll.. I knOw yOU lIkE drUmmIng yOUr fIngErs On stUff, sO mAybE sOmEthIng wIth thAt?" jezakk could see othamo's smile growing more forced, signalling a zone out on othamo's end. jezakk jabbed an elbow at othamo and he straighted up again. he gave no apology for his brief lack of consciousness, simply giving jezakk a smile. "... hOw dOEs thAt sOUnd?" "h⊙w d⊙es what s⊙und." jezakk sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. sometimes his matesprit was so goddamn stubborn. instead of making a mistake like last time where the question spiraled out of control, he just gave a small shake of his head. he reached his claws forward, placing them on othamo's shoulder gently. underneath the three different layers othamo tensed up at the touch. after a brief few seconds to let othamo's shoulders relax did jezakk drum his claws against his matesprit, giving a reassuring smile. "I lOvE yOU." jezakk said gently. he could feel othamo's blind gaze near bore through his skull. the taller's claws drifted forward, resting against jezakk's arm. he drums his fingers against it much gentler than expected, almost lost between the sweater fabric. this caused a wide smile to form on jezakk's face and a gentle flush fill his heart, and he lowered his hand. a few moments passed before othamo moved his hand to jezakk's face and drummed there as well. othamo's smile had visible softened. it was almost like his icy exterior melted away, revealing the personality that jezakk knew as his matesprit. othamo slowly crouched - trying to avoid popping his knees, as he understood the sound wasnt very desirable - and quickly after engulfed jezakk into a hug. he pulled jezakk close as a loud purr begun to rumble from deep within his chest and he nuzzled his face against jezakk's shoulder. his claws drummed rhythmically against jezakk's back, over and over, as he gave the tinkerer a squeeze. jezakk was rather surprised, but also quite elated, at the sudden affection. his cheeks turned lilac as he wrapped his arms around his matesprit, placing his chin on othamo's shoulder. his own claws gently rolled against othamo’s back, able to feel the scutes that decorated the spine of the puppeteers spine. it was a nice feeling. a few minutes pass, and they depart from their embrace. othamo remained crouched for a little bit, simply facing jezakk. the smaller purpleblood didn't move, as othamo still his claws on his shoulders.

"hey jazzy." "hm?" he blinked, tilting his head as a force of habit. "want t⊙ kn⊙w s⊙mething?" othamo asked, grin still present. jezakk lets out a soft chuckle. "sUrE, whAt Is It?" "when i think ⊙f y⊙u, i d⊙nt try t⊙ imagine the bits and pieces put t⊙gether ⊙f what y⊙u might l◎‿◉k like. i think ⊙f the stars. ⊙r at least my mem⊙ries ⊙f them. i used t⊙ marvel at the night sky, enam⊙red by them. they were s⊙ beautiful. y⊙u remind me ⊙f th⊙se stars, jazzy. s⊙ bright, interw⊙ven int⊙ the cl⊙uds ⊙f stardust."

a long pause came from jezakk. he stared at othamo, unable to find words. eventually he found a smile and another giggle leaves his lips. "Oth... thAts sO swEEt. I dIdn't knOw yOU wErE A rOmAntIc." othamo gives a playful nudge, leaning back onto his heels. "d⊙n't get t◎‿◉ c⊙cky ab⊙ut it, ⊙r else i w⊙nt tell y⊙u my pent up l⊙ve p⊙ems at all." othamo holds a genuine smile though, shoulders lax. he leaned forward and gently pressed his cold nose against jezakk's before giving the tinkerer a drum on the shoulders, and then standing straight. his previous fears seemed to have long since left him, his matesprit bringing his mood up significantly. othamo's smile can only widen more as another troll pops into jezakk's practice tent - where the two trolls currently were. he could hear the troll mutter something about "i knew id find you here" before informing the puppeteer his show was to begin soon, and othamo gives a simple nod. he looked to jezakk's direction once more before leaning down to place an affectionate kiss on jezakk's forehead, murmuring a few soft words and then making his way out. he paused at the entrance of the tent, glancing back again. he reached to the nearby beam and gave it a drum, smile perked. and then he leaves, vanishing into the bright big top to preform. jezakk could only watch, grin soft and his heart still beating firmly in his chest.

othamo could communicate verbally with jezakk, too. and boy does he love when he did.

#hhhim so tired but clowns are WAY more important ok #oc: othamo #friends oc: jezakk #The Troupe #fantroll #homestuck oc #homestuck #im basically incomprehensible now #gog this is so awful

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hermannsthumb · 5 years

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OHMYGOD FOR THE HALLOWEEN PROMPT THE -IM THE ONLY ONE WHO GETS YOUR COSTUME AND THAT MAKES YOU WANT TO TEAR OFF MY CLOTHES- is CHEFS KISS on bro it works either way

from list of halloween prompts here

HELL YES!!! HAPPY HALLOWEEN EVERYONE heres some newt and hermann fucking. 18+ not sfw below cut

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Things happen with Newton, Hermann’s learned to understand, as if Newton himself were a great, tumbling human avalanche: they happen very fast, all at once, and typically with a great deal of destruction left in their wake. Newton never plans in advance. Newton throws himself, spur of the moment, into every idea he has. Newton has never cared about insignificant little things like repercussions. Newton lives in the now.

In a way, it’s admirable.

In other ways--the way, for example, Newton has thrust a hand down Hermann’s trousers, his tongue down Hermann’s throat--it’s wildly overwhelming.

One hour ago, they were at a Shatterdome Halloween party, and Newton strolled in wearing the most absurd costume Hermann had ever seen: skimpy monk robes, of all things, the skirt cropped ridiculously short, slit up the side, the neck deep-cut, hood pulled up. A small apron was tied over that. He held a large potted plant.

“How’s the party so far?” he called over to Hermann.

Hermann ogled, of course. He also pretended he wasn’t ogling. Newton had very nice legs--stocky, sturdy, thick, ending in very soft thighs--and Hermann often liked to imagine what they would look like wrapped around Hermann’s waist, or perhaps spread wide and lifted up high, or what Hermann’s fingers would look like splayed across one of those soft thighs. It was difficult to look at Newton (and his prominently displayed legs) now and not immediately begin to fantasize. “Hm,” Hermann said, eloquently.

Newton strode over to him. He was already a cocky little bastard as is, but Halloween always gave him an extra level of confidence that sent his ego skyrocketing through the roof. God help them all. “What are you supposed to be?” he said. “I don’t recognize your costume.”

This was because Hermann was not wearing a costume. Hermann never wore a costume, not unless it was under duress (typically Newton-applied duress), and this was the first year in recent memory no one made him put on Vulcan ears or a Sherlock Holmes hat. “I’m a physicist,” Hermann said.

“You’re so lame,” Newton said. He smoothed his hand over his skirt and grinned, clearly eager to sway the conversation topic over to himself. It was why, after all, he wore costumes like this every year he could: for the attention. He usually got it. “I bet you can’t guess mine. No one’s been able to.”

Hermann seized the chance to stare at Newton’s legs some more. (One thing that was nice about the skirt was that Hermann wouldn’t have to waste time stripping Newton out of a bunch of layers--he could just lift it up. Hypothetically, of course.) When he finally dragged his eyes away and up to the potted plant, a closer inspection revealed it was a common pea plant. “Oh,” Hermann said. A great classic costume of Halloween--‘slutty’, as Newton would say, variations on everything. “I see. You’re meant to be an--ah--loose Gregor Mendel. How charming.”

Newton’s grin slipped away. “Holy shit,” he said.

This excited Newton, for some reason, and he was flinging himself at Hermann (to Hermann’s pleased bewilderment) no more than five minutes later, with pleads for Hermann to call him loose again, among a host of other rather degrading terms, and assuring Hermann that he was an expert on breeding and that he’d be more than happy to give Hermann a demonstration.

“I think that’s somewhat of a biological impossibility for us,” Hermann told him, but this was when Newton shoved his hand down Hermann’s trousers, and Hermann did not feel much like arguing the point from then on.

“Don’t you think,” he says now, “we ought to go one of our quarters? For more--” He groans, and gives Newton’s hair a sharp tug, “--oh, hell, for more privacy? You’re good at this.”

“Mm,” Newton agrees. He pulls off of Hermann’s prick for only a moment, long enough only to say “No, I’m good here” and press a sloppy kiss to the tip. Then he sucks him back down, deep enough his nose brushes Hermann’s pubic hair. By Jove--he is good at this.

The supply closet is too dark for Hermann to properly see Newton, beyond the vaguest shape of his body and the occasional glint of his glasses in the small bit of light from the crack under the door. It’s a bit of a shame, really; Hermann would like to see him. He would like to burn the image of Newton on his knees with his incessantly running mouth finally stuffed full into his brain forever. “Newton,” he says, “ah, I would--I would prefer it.” He finally admits, a little shyly, “I would like to see you. And touch you.” He would also like to get the chance to wrap those legs around him, and he’s not sure they’d be able to do it here without knocking a great deal of cleaning products over and causing a mess.

Newton pops off again. “You’re adorable,” he laughs. His voice is already a little cracked from the blowjob. “Okay, fine. Then I can tear your ugly fucking clothes off of you already.” A kiss to the base of his prick. “Mine or yours, baby?”

“Baby,” Hermann echoes, faintly. Newton flicks his tongue over him again, and Hermann’s knees start to wobble dangerously. His sweaty hand slips on his cane. “Guh--Newton, I said--”

“Couldn’t help it,” Newton says. “You sound so funny. Okay, mine it is, but I’m totally putting on the spooky Halloween sound effects record.”

Newton was not kidding. Hermann manages to tune it out eventually, though the occasional witch cackle still makes him jump.

“Grab my ass,” Newton urges into his mouth. He’s a bit over-eager when it comes to kissing, too much teeth and tongue, not enough finesse. Twice he’s bitten Hermann’s tongue instead of his lip. “Mm, wait, no, under the robe, under it. Don’t be shy, dude, you just had your dick--”

“Okay,” Hermann says. He obeys. Newton gives a wanton moan.

“Fuck yeah,” he whimpers. He sits up to roll their hips together (Hermann, still achingly hard from their closet tryst, Newton getting there as well) while Hermann continues to squeeze at his round rear, and then unceremoniously rips Hermann’s shirt open. A button pings off the glass of water on Newton’s side table; the rest go who-knows where else. Hermann can’t say he’s too upset. “You’re so good at this. Fuck.”

“I’m just laying here,” Hermann says.

“It’s hot,” Newton says. He rips the front of his own robes open a bit wider, giving Hermann a glimpse of two hard pink nipples, then begins to slip down Hermann’s body. Hermann’s prick is back in his mouth and then down his throat in moments. The record switches to chains rattling and ghostly moans.

How strange this all is. “You wanna fuck my pecs?” Newton suddenly says, popping up again. His lips are pink and slick with Hermann’s precome and his own saliva. Hermann notices he’s begun pinching at his nipples with the hand he’s not got wrapped around Hermann. “Then you can jizz on my face.”

“You are obscene,” Hermann wheezes, but his prick gives a very obvious twitch at the thought of a messy, filthy Newton kneeling over him. He’s always harbored secret fantasies of dirtying up his glasses, too.

Newton grins.

Hermann will admit it’s a strange sensation, but it’s not a bad one, especially not with the gorgeous little grunts Newton is making all the while, the way his pink tongue is poking between his pink lips in concentration. He does not even have to take his robe off for it. “You’re very good at this, too,” Hermann remarks. He thinks Newton is, anyway; he doesn’t have much to compare it too.

“I know,” Newton says. He winks. “Okay, are you gonna come soon? I’m getting kinda--”

Almost on cue, Hermann’s orgasm catches Newton mid-sentence: his release lands on Newton’s chest, neck, and mouth in equal parts, staining his tattoos. Newton blinks. He drops his hands. “Cool,” he says. He adjusts his glasses.

Once he finally has the breath to spare (the record having moved along into Toccata and Fugue in D Minor) Hermann declares “I would like to suck you off under your skirt.”

“Cool,” Newton repeats.

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jungshookz · 5 years

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You know what would be great???? Culinary student! Jin and a hopeless y/n who eats ramen out of coffee pots and eats cool whip straight out of the can. Also ily and I hope you know that

→ pairing: kim seokjin x reader

→ genre: what a surprise it’s bratty!y/n, culinarystudent!jin and his fancy pasta, humour, a touch of nsfw because i’m obsessed with jin’s broAd shoulders it’s almost ridiculous

→ wordcount: 3.4k

→ note: i hope i did ur request justice also i love u more :~)))

(gif isn’t mine!) ((also i was going to use a gif of him actually cooking but tumblr refusEd to accept it so i’m sorry))

listen

being completely honest

jin thinks you’re really cute

like SUPER cute

like he’s really REALLy frickin attracted to you because you’re just so??? yOU and somehow it works and it gets his gears GRINDING okay

you were the one who moved in right next door and you greeted him with a friendly smile and a ‘here, i baked cookies!’ and of course he accepted the cookie because he’s not a complete monster

but good GOD

that cookie was awful

and to be fair he’s a culinary student so it makes sense that he has high standards but even a fOOL would know that your cookies were god-awful

before you got the chance to distribute your nasty cookies out to the rest of the people on your floor jin was like hEY hEY how about you give me.,.,,. all of your cookies,.,.. because i,.,. really like them.,.,., and.,., i want to eat.,.,. all of them.,., thank u., yes,.

anyways

you’ve known each other for almost eight months?

and nothing has happened because let’s be real

you’re both wussies

and no one’s admitting anything to anyone so you’re kind of in this flirty-friendly space and you’re both FULLY aware that there’s like.,.,. a sprinkle of flirting going on.,,

but you know what

that’s beside the point

he doesn’t even know why he’s thinking about his undeniable crusH on you

because right now all jin can focus on is the fact that you’re eating ramen out of a coffee pot

let him repeat himself

you’re eating ramen

out of a

a COFFEE pot

you’re in the middle of rambling to him about your day and he’s trying to pay attention to what you’re saying but he wants to scream every time to pause to sluRP out of the coffee pot

laundry room gossip is a pretty normal thing for you two

you’re both so busy during the day

you with your classes and jin with his culinary classes

so once or twice a week you’ll both coordinate a time to come down and do your laundry together (you guys usually shove all your clothes in together because u end up saving some $$ too) and you’ll both end up sitting there for a couple hours just talking to each other while waiting for your clothes

jin raises a brow before pressing his lips together

his mother raised him not to be judgemental but COME ON

RAMEN

out of a COFEE POT??????

out of all the things he’s seen you done this has to be the absolute worst

here are a couple of examples as to what monstrosities you’ve exposed him to:

a cold pizza sandwich (two slices of cold pizza with a drizzle of ranch and crunched up cheetos as the filling)

cereal eaten out of the baG ITSELF (u poured the milk in and everything)

chicken pancakes?? aka shredded deep fried chicken and shredded cheese mixed inTO pancake batter and panfried and then topped with a dollop of sour cream and a sprinkle of green onions

one time you made scrambled eggs in a mug and dat shit looked nasty

but this

this doesn’t even make sense

disrespecting what looks like a pretty high-quality coffee pot (he remembers you got it for christmas or something) by using it as a holder for $1 ramen

it’s probably going to stink up the coffee pot and every time you make coffee it’s always going to have that faint aftertaste of chicken broth

a shudder goes down his spine and he winces

you perk up when the drying machine suddenly beeps and stops rumbling “god finaLLy”

jin keeps his eyes glued on the damn coffee pot as you set it down next to your basket and go to retrieve your freshly-dried clothes

you bend down and pop open the dryer and the loud hiss makes jin look over

“jin?” he glances away quickly and looks up at the ceiling as a poor attempt to conceal the fact that he was totally just checking u out just now

“hm, what?” he clears his throat

“aren’t you going to come and get your clothes?”

“oh, right.” jin pushes himself up off the ground and grabs his basket

he props it up on his hip and starts picking out his clothes from the pile

“hey, these are cute.” jin can’t help but smirk as he twirls a burgundy thong around his finger

your cheeks flame up immediately

“cut it out, you perv” you scowl playfully and grab it from him quickly

the little voice in the back of your mind can’t help but wonder if perhaps jin would be interested in seeing you wear the thong

it comes with a matching bralette

“ya-“ jin pokes your arm and you look over at him “was that your dinner?” he points to the coffee pot and you glance over at it “didn’t you have ramen yesterday?”

“…yeah. instant ramen has been my dinner every day for the past week. why?” you hum nonchalantly and continue picking through the pile

you help jin out and toss one of his white t-shirts into his basket

jin can’t help but let his jaw drop

you’ve been eating processed garBAGe for the past weEK

how???????????

“it’s never enough for me tho so i usually eat a bag of chips too. i might have a frozen mac n’ cheese thingy in the freezer so that’s an option too.” you gasp excitedly “ooh i can crumble the chips over the mac n’ chee-“

“oh my god.” all of a sudden jin reaches over and puShes the rest of the clothes into his basket before grabbing your wrist and dragging you towards the door

“hey, we haven’t finished sorting out the-“

“we’ll do it later i just need to get some actual foOD into your system before all the MSG and sodium starts breakING down your internal organs”

as he’s dragging you up the stairs (the elevator is broken again what a surprise) you can’t help but admire how b r o a d his shoulders are

the cotton shirt he’s wearing is kinda thin and u swear u can see his back muscles flexing slightly

you can’t help but wonder what it’d feel like

running your hands all along his back

digging your nails into his shoulders as he,.,,., y’know

wrapping your legs around his tapered waist as he.,,.,.,. y’knOW

s i g h

you purposely pull back a little so jin slows down and gives u more time to ogle him

are you a pervert for doing that

you might be

“let me see what’s in your fridge so i can work my magic”

he’s never actually been in your apartment before

well

he’s never had a reaSon to

(you always wanna invite him in to watch a movie or something but u get shy and shrivel up immediately)

he has a good idea of the layout because his place is exactly the same as yours

he’s not surprised to see that your place is relatively neat and organised besides a couple scattered markers on the coffee table and a throw blanket tossed haphazardly over the couch

there’s a candle burning away in the middle of the coffee table that makes your place smell like warm vanilla

but then

he enters the war zone

the kitchen

oh my god

this is a living nightmare

this is HIS living nightmare

there’s just

he sees all the takeout boxes in the bin and the pizza box sitting on your kitchen island and the- well that must’ve been your breakfast or something because you sprinkled cinnamon toast crunch on a bagel smeared with waY too much cream cheese

“oh hey i forgot about this” a piece of jin’s soul dies and floats up to heaven when you pop the rest of your cinnamon-cream-cheese-bagel monstrosity into your mouth and chew thoughtfully

why does he like you

“ah, i probably should’ve offered you a bite… i’ll make one for you tomorrow if you want!”

whY DOES HE LIKE U

“i’m… good. i think i’m more than good.” he shudders before nudging past you heading to your fridge “lemme see what we’re working with here…”

“you know you really don’t have to make anything for me. i told you i had a frozen mac and cheese…” you’re rambling and jin is most certainly not paying attention to you mainly because he’s shocked becAUSE you have like NOTHING in your fridge

a bottle of three-cheese ranch

a couple oranges, an avocado, and one red apple

a half-eaten sandwich?? it looks like turkey and a shitload of mayo

a takeout box with…,,. three pieces of orange chicken and a piece of broccoli that you’ve taken a bite out of

a baby carton of chocolate milk and a regular sized carton of milk

and a can of cool whip

unless he makes an orange-chicken-turkey-avocado sandwich with ranch on the side accompanied with a glass of chocolate milk with a dollop of whipped cream on top there’s not a lot he can do here

is thiS how you live

“you know what, maybe you should just come over to my place!” jin closes the fridge and clasps his hands together “yeah, let’s do that.”

“what do you mean?? i have plenTy of food in my fridg- okAy” you stumble over your feet when jin grabs your wrist and drags you away from the fridge

when you enter jin’s place he pushes you down on the couch and you nearly bounce off of it “you stay here, and i’ll whip something up for us.”

as he turns to head towards his kitchen he hears a vioLent schrrr

he turns back around and your finger freezes on the nozzle on the whipped cream canister

“wha- where did you even hiDe that” jin furrows his brows and you shrug before squirting some more into your mouth

“you sure you don’t need any help??” you’re already bored and you’ve only been here for less than a minute

“i don’t want you burning down my kitchen, so i’m good.”

“but i’m boRed and i’m hunGRY” you whine and flop back against the couch

jin raises a brow before bending down and grabbing the remote

he turns the tv on and it just so happens to be playing the late-night cartoons

perfect for a petulant child like you

miraculously jin gets 20 minutes of peace and quiet until he hears you whining again about how hunGry again

that’s what happens when you eat nothing but empty calorie foods

your eyes light up with excitement when jin emerges from the kitchen

he has a rag tossed over his shoulder and a grey apron hanging around him that you assume is from his culinary school

his cheeks are kinda pink from the heat of the kitchen which is adorable

he sits down next to you and you turn to fully face him while crossing your legs

he hands you the plate

wow

“….do you go to culinary school or something?” you tease and jin snorts

the pasta’s been plated into a loose nest and there’s a pretty little basil leaf sitting on top

“chicken, bacon, and spinach spaghetti. and since you’re a whipped cream freak we can have assorted berries and whipped cream for dessert.”

“assorted berries.” you mock quietly and jin scowls playfully before handing you a fork

he doesn’t know why but he’s a little bit nervous lol

like he KNOWS he’s good at cooking but for some reason he feels like he’s presenting a dish to gordon ramsay or someone of that calibre

you twirl a bit of pasta around the fork and shove it into your mouth

and you didn’t think it was possible

but you’re pretty sure your mouth is having an orgasm

HOLy shit

fireworks are going OFF

the bacon has retained its crisp

the spinach is wilted but not toO wilted that it’s falling apart

the chicken is so soft and tender

the spaghetti is cooked *ahem* al dente

and the sauce!!!!

it’s so creamy

so flavourful

you swallow your bite and blink down at the plate of pasta

“what’s wrong?”

“this is…. almost too good.” you mutter and poke at a piece of perfectly cooked chicken before stabbing into it and popping it into your mouth

jin’s cheeks warm with pride as he watches you continue to eat

“it’s almost as good as my frozen mac n cheese meals.” you joke and jin resists the urge to smack you with his rag

it doesn’t matter if you’ve eaten 20 pounds of food for dinner because you’ll always aLWAys have room for dessert

especially if dessert involves whipped cream

it’s healthy-ish!! it’s basically dairy and don’t u need dairy for strong bones or something

and strawberries and blueberries are fruit

and fruit is healthy

so if you really think about it assorted berries and whipped cream is the ideal combo if u wanna get in shape

jin doesn’t trust you with the canister of whipped cream (because he’s 100% sure you’re just going to hog all the cream and squirt all of it into your mouth) so he’s squirting some out onto a particularly juicy looking strawberry that he knoWS you want to devour

he turns and offers it to you and your mouth opens automatically as you lean forward to take it into your mouth

“hold on now.” your brows immediately knit together when he pulls away juSt as you’re about to take a bite “admit it. my spaghetti is much better than your stupid mac n cheese meals.” there’s a glint of playfulness in his eyes as he points to his ear and waits for your response

“i dunno. i get the mac n cheese from whole foods so you know it’s good.” you tsk but keep your eyes right on the berry hovering in front of you

“huh. i guess i’ll be enjoying this seasonal japanese strawberry for myself, then.” jin pouts mockingly

“nO i WANT IT“ jin yelps when you’re suddenly clambering over and grabbing his wrist so that you can shoVe the berry right into your mouth

now

a normal person would eat the berry and then return to their seat

unsurprisingly

you are far from a normal person

you keep your hold on his wrist and suck the whipped cream off his thumb after swallowing the strawberry

god have mercy

your eyes flicker up and you see jin staring right at you with parted lips

“…something the matter?”

and within one second

the berries and your trusty canister of whipped cream have both been abandoned in favour for

well

“can’t believe it took you thiS long to make a move” you murmur against jin’s mouth and he responds by nipping at your bottom lip

“says you!” he gawks before proceeding to press kisses down your neck

and you finALLY get to feel his muscles rippLe underneath the soft cotton of his shirt as you slide your hands from his waist to his back

meanwhile jin’s hand has found its home in between your legs and your eyes flutter shut “god, jin…”

“something the matter?” he mocks before pressing a chaste kiss to your mouth “you gonna admit it now?”

“admit wha- oh, jin - admit whaT”

“that my food is better than your frozen TV dinners” you would’ve burst out laughing if it weren’t for the shocks of electricity tingling up your spine

“n-no way-“ your back arches against his chest and your mouth falls open in a silent moan

and suddenly

you let out a pathetic whine when jin’s hand pulls away from in between your legs “fine. i guess we’re done here!” he sits up but keeps your legs wrapped around his waist

god

you are just a vision aren’t you

you’re flopped back against the arm of the couch

your chest is heaving slightly

your cheeks and nice n rosy

“you are the absolute worst.”

“c’mon… say it…” he hums and slides a finger from your knee cap to your inner thigh

you know for a fact you two aren’t done here because jin’s already hooked a finger into the waistband of your shorts but you’re naturally a veRy impatient person and so-

“fine, you idiot. your food is significantly better than my frozen TV dinners. happy?”

“…i’ll take it.”

((spoiler alert: you are rewarded with not one not two but thREE mind-blowing orgasms for admitting it))

((maybe you should learn to be less stubborn))

“good morning!” jin is startled awake when you plop on top of him with your legs on either side of him “it’s 10 o’clock and i made us some food”

“christ, don’t scare me like that!” jin scolds you playfully and reaches up to pinch the side of your bare thigh

you’re wearing the shirt he had on last night and it’s starting to droop off your shoulder

“good morning indeed.” his voice is thick with sleep and his hand slides up from your thigh to grasp at your waist “whatcha got there?”

“cinnamon toast crunch bagel” you murmur with a mouthful of bagel and swipe at a lil chunk of cream cheese on the corner of your mouth “my wonderful creation that i made fresh for you”

you’re getting crumbs all over jin but he can’t seem to care because the idea of a cinnamon toast crunch bagel makes him want to throW YOU ouT THE WINDOW

he sits up slowly and wraps an arm around your waist before nuzzling into the crook of your neck “you’re lucky i like you otherwise i would throw your wonderful creation righT into the garbage bin right about now.”

you scoff in mock offence and pull away from him before jabbing a sticky finger into his bare (b r o a d) chest

“don’t knock it til you try it!!”

“the day i try one of your inventions is the day i- mmph!” you shut him up and shove the last bite of your bagel into his mouth before clasping your hand over his mouth so he can’t spit it out

jin chews slowly

and swallows

what the hell

that actually..,,. that tasted good

“that was okay, i suppose. kinda sweet. but i can think of something that might taste a little sweeter.” before you know it jin is flipPing you over and you find yourself pinned underneath him

you’re a giggling mess because you’re trying to get the cream cheese and sugar particles off your fingers but jin is being very vEry distracting

“hOLd on a second sir i have breakfast waiting for us in the living room!” jin’s already made his way down your chest and is about to set up shop in between your legs

he looks up at you before offering you a cheeky grin “…i’m in the mood for breakfast in bed, aren’t you?”

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avengerofyourheart · 6 years

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Flour Girl {2} (Bucky x reader AU)

Characters: reader, Bucky (Jimmy), Clint, Wanda.

Summary: Discovering the cute guy you just flirted with is the heir of a rival bakery, you suddenly find yourself running into him all over the city. Can your small boutique bakery compete? And how do you deal with the guy who seems determined to make your life a living hell? Luckily you’re distracted by a secret admirer…But who is he? (Inspired by “You’ve Got Mail”, Enemies to Lovers)

Warnings: none! Mild swearing?

Word Count: 1.2k

A/N: Aahh!!! I’m so grateful and elated that you all loved part one!! This baking fic is kind of my heart and soul and I’m so glad you’re loving it and love the idea of it. There’s so much more to come and a lot of snarky banter mixed with sweetness! I love you all. Please let me know your thoughts! I love to hear from you!! :)

<<Part One Part Two Part Three>>

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The drive back to your bakery was a blur after your interactions with Clint and Jimmy. How could a regular morning take such a sharp turn for the worst? Parking in your designated spot in front of your building, you walked through the store front and offered a smile to a few customers being helped by Wanda. Setting down your coat and bag on the chair in your tiny back office where you did paperwork, you then rolled your shoulders and neck to release tension that had gathered there.

Somehow you had finished your morning baking, done your deliveries, discovered that the competition was moving into the neighborhood, and flirted badly with a cute guy who happened to work for the rival bakery. It wasn’t even 9am.

A deep breath and a few more stretches later, you decided to shake off this morning and get your hands in some some dough. That’s when you were most comfortable and in control, when you were baking. Tying an apron around your waist and washing your hands, you punched down the growing yeast dough one more time before dumping it out onto the floured wooden surface.

It all became muscle memory then, rolling out the dough and spreading your special cinnamon filling over the whole surface. Sprinkling a few chopped pecans on top, you then rolled the dough into one long log and began to cut the dough evenly before placing each roll on a cookie sheet. Your cinnamon rolls were one of our top sellers, so you made them fresh almost every day. You also received special orders where customers would asked for a dozen at a time.

You were just cleaning off your table when Wanda hollered back that she needed a few different types of cookies. Reaching into the two-door freezer, you placed the cookie dough balls on sheet pans and slid them into the oven. It was more efficient to make a large amount of dough at a time and freeze it to be baked fresh when needed.

Later you brought the cookies up front and Wanda restocked the case filled with baked goods. You checked that the self-serve coffee pots were filled and creamers were still cold. Restocking a few of the sweeteners, you then took one last look around, satisfied that everything was in its place.

“Wanda, I’ll be in the office if you need me,” you told the long-haired brunette.

“You got it, boss,” Wanda smiled.

Wanda had been with you from the very beginning. It had only been a year since you had turned in your business proposal and were approved for a loan, allowing you to open the bakery. Renting retail space in New York City was ridiculously expensive, but you did have one saving grace. Your landlord was willing to lower the rent slightly because it was also the building you lived in, up one floor. You had agreed to serve as superintendent, since he lived outside the city. It was a lot to take on with your business and also getting random calls in the middle of the night about broken thermostats and clogged toilets, but somehow you made it work.

You had just taken a seat in your office with coffee and a muffin when your phone chirped. Fishing it out of your apron, you saw a text message and swiped to open it.

Hey dillweed, you messed up our order again. That’s the third time this month, dude. Get back here and fix it.

Staring down at your phone, you blinked a few times and read the words once more. Well, clearly that message wasn’t meant for you. Normally, you’d just ignore it, but it seemed important, so drafted a message and hit send.

Excuse me? I think you have the wrong number. I am not a dude. And what kind of insult is dillweed anyway?

Three dots appeared as the other person was typing and seconds later another message arrived.

Oh, I’m sorry. I must have typed the number in wrong. My mistake. Sorry to bother you. Also dillweed is a perfectly acceptable insult, thank you very much.

The response made you laugh. You were about to delete the messages and forget all about the exchange when you changed your mind and started typing. After this morning, you could use a little harmless entertainment.

FG: You typed in the number? What’re you, 90? If you know someone well enough to insult them, wouldn’t they be saved in your contacts?

A few more seconds later, you saw their response.

B: Well, Ms. Judge-y Stranger, if you must know, I have a bad track record with cell phones and rarely have them for long so I memorize most numbers or keep them in a notebook. Happy?

Another snort before you responded.

FG: Ecstatic. You’re right, I don’t know you at all and have no right to judge. It’s impressive that you can memorize numbers. My generation has completely lost the ability.

B: How do you know we’re not the same generation?

Grinning, you shot back a quick reply.

FG: You never refuted my claims that you were 90.

B: Oh. Well, I’m not. I’m 24, for your information. And you?

You hesitated then, unsure about telling a stranger anything about yourself. This was just harmless fun. After thinking a moment, you sent out a vague reply.

FG: I’m somewhere around there.

B: What’s your name?

That was a hard stop right there. Nope.

FG: I think that’s enough chatting with a random stranger for today. I’ll keep my personal info to myself, thank you.

B: Well, I might know more about you than you might think. I know you are not a dude and from the area code, I know you’re a New Yorker.

Huh. Well, he wasn’t wrong. Before you could reply another message appeared.

B: I’ve already offered more info than you have, but I’m a giver. I am, in fact, a dude and also a New Yorker. See? Not that difficult.

Another laugh escaped your lips. You then noticed the clock and felt foolish to spend so much precious time on this silly conversation, entertaining as it was.

FG: Well, dude. I have to get back to work. Nice chatting with you.

B: Oh? What do you do? Is FG your initials? Fiona Gale? Franny George?

You couldn’t help yourself and sent a laughing emoji with tears.

FG: Nice try. Later, dude.

Back at work, you couldn’t help but think about that absurd text conversation. It was probably just a one-time thing, but it definitely turned your whole day around. Pulling out the ingredients to make tart dough, you couldn’t help but hum to yourself. Thank you, dude.

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Part 3>>

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Oooooh, intrigue!!! Who’s this mysterious texter?? Also, cinnamon rolls. *drools* I’d apologize about making you all hungry, but I’m kind of not sorry. :D Mondays and Thursdays might just be days we all give up on our diets. ha!! Would you have texted back? Do you think she’s smart to keep her information to herself? Never can be too careful!! I hope you’re excited for part 3 on Monday!! I’d love to hear what you think of this chapter!! I adore you all. Thank you for reading.

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readbythestarlight · 6 years

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c2e36

So this will be 10 episodes since the one where we lost Molly. Just throwing that out there.

Also it’s apparently my 9 (NEIN) month anniversary for being subbed to G&S which means it’s also my 9 month anniversary for watching CR and also the show has been going for 9 months as of the 11th so. That’s cool.

I like that jacket, Sam.

Broadway advert lol

“Andrew Loyd Website”

“I could have backed up all night” and “I’ve grown accustomed to her encryption” I’m dead

Okay that was hands down Sam’s best ad he’s so goddamn creative

NEW YORK NEW YORK I’m so excited I loved the last live show

A SLEEVES ARE BULLSHIT SHIRT?!

I need it

Oh wait it doesn’t actually say sleeves are bullshit

I still love the shirt tho and I want one

And the bumper sticker

“It makes it sound bad when you say it like that” guys it WAS bad xD

Poor Caduceus is having an Experience

Cad: “You keep leaving”

Y: “They keep finding me”

Cad: “I think you might have the right idea”

THE FUCK? NO

guys you need to convince Caduceus to sTAY

HE’S ALIVE?!

HE HAS AN AXE IN HIS HEAD

Oh no don’t get Cad he’s sad and tired right now

I mean y’all almost left him behind which was crummy

Caleb really wanted to yank that axe out

Also how does healing work? Like does the guy have permanent brain damage in the are where the axe wrecked now? If it had hit somewhere vital to like, say, memory, would his memory be gone? Enquiring minds want to know.

When Caleb tries to be intimidating it both makes me laugh but also freaks me out a little

I LOVE when Matt has cool props

So does Travis lol

J: “Have you heard of THE Traveler”

Galen: “….Oh no not another one”

Nott and Jester building up Galen like “no no you’re totally special!!!”

“Missed all the major organs” sAM xD

“The Mist…ake” I’m crying

lol promoting this guy to first mate I’m crying

“We got a new pet!”

“Let’s call him Professor Thadeus the second!”

They forgot they had someone tied to the mast too what nerds

They cut up his nice shirt xD

I adore that Travis has totally got the islands and shit memorized so he can be super in-character

Also Cad is being too quiet it’s making me sad

Caleb The Navigator

Captain Fjord

First Mate Galen

Oh oh oh they should have a guest to come aboard and sail with them

Oh noooo they left the magic invisible cart

YES THANK YOU MATT y’all need to talk to Caduceus thank you Matt for pointing out that poor Taliesin has been silent for 30 minutes

Oh no have they somehow fucked over Cad’s mission?

I’m curious about this. Because obviously Taliesin knew this was exactly how the M9 were, so I can’t believe that he would have made Cad to be wholly incompatible with them.

He’s feeling really low and lost I think it’s time for a group hug

Him almost dying really freaked him out (and I think it really freaked Taliesin out too)

I’M HAVING A LOT OF FEELINGS RIGHT NOW WITH JESTER AND CADUCEUS YOU GUYS

Caduceus is the ship’s cook

Mmm Beau is starting to feel like Caleb is trying too hard to excuse the bad things they do

I think the dock thing was a disaster for sure but I don’t think it was necessarily that they REALLY did anything wrong?

I’m not sure what exactly Beau is feeling bad about? Like freeing the genie wasn’t wrong, the boat thing was a mistake built on bad choice but it wasn’t them being inherently bad, and they didn’t kill Algar, so?

Ah, she’s feeling like she didn’t leave Nicodranus better than she found it

I like this whole “why didn’t we try to talk it out first” thing because it’s nice that two of them are having some moral conflicts. I also like what it says about Fjord and Beau as far as character development.

I mean I don’t think boiling it down to “like we were justified in our actions” really covers what Caleb said. He did say they could have handled things a lot better, but that they did what they had to to survive a situation they could have but didn’t handle better.

“I don’t want to drive you guys away” BEAUUUU my heart

Yasha staring off south “looking for a storm”

Caduceus cooking for the group is literally just my favorite thing. They totally needed a group member who could like make them slow down and eat and just like… take care of themselves, even just for the length of the meal.

Beau went from “I’m sorry for killing these guys” to “fuck those guys they’re dead anyway let’s smear their name”

We should not split up

There’s no way any of this could go wrong

Awwww Caleb showing Nott the stars and planets so sweet

SEE Caleb understands that things went horribly wrong. I honestly think he’s just trying to keep their spirits’ up.

Nott honey you don’t have to be okay with him using suggestion, I understand you both admire and need him but you can be mad at him

“Nott is a one-earther”

Have I mentioned how much I love Caduceus?

Fjord’s just like “please tell me you mean you talk to alive grieving people and not the dead people”

Oh no

They’re coming for them

You should NOT go back

Sam is like “why the fuck are we going back” and I agree so hard

Fjord should not stay on the ship Nott is right

N: “Oh, oh, what other languages do you speak?!”

J: “I speak Infernal”

Everyone cracks up

Oh this is going to be another disaster

Although I guess the guard guys wouldn’t be expecting them to immediately come back?? Maybe??

“YOU’RE THE SAILOR GUY THIS IS YOUR WHOLE EPISODE” lol sam

“I’m gonna bake, fuck it” I LOVE CAD

“I look like Captain Crunch btw” I’m crying can’t breathe omg

Except isn’t the captain dead lol

“Unknown do-gooders” well that wasn’t the reputation I expected

UH HEY I HOPE MARION DIDN’T HEAR ABOUT THE BLUE SKINNED TIEFLING KILLING HERSELF

These lies are getting more and more ridiculous

“The little devil girl who drowned a hundred years ago” Taliesin and the idea of a ghost story is just… so perfect.

Beau stop xD

If this ghost story isn’t in campaign 3 someday I’m gonna cry

I’m so glad that Orli is coming along

They hired the tortle! :D

Nott is really being adorable with the “we are a team and you are important” thing. Obvious, but adorable.

Taliesin wanted ghost stories and now we’re getting islands people avoid because strange ancient unnatural stuff

Okay quick aside but this conversation with Yasha and Caduceus makes me think — I love how there’s this group of people who seemingly should have nothing in common, but in a lot of ways they have things they can understand about each other. Struggles they can related to. It’s really nice.

Jester and her multiple message spells lol

I’ll miss you Marion!

Oooo a glow in the water?

Awww Matt that’s really pretty!

“Sometimes the things that are the most beautiful are the things that can hurt you the worst” that’s very profound, Jester.

I’m gonna cry I don’t want Jester to be sad don’t be sad (Laura needs to stop looking like she’s gonna cry because it’s gonna make me cry)

And the way she does this little laugh like she’s trying to brush off how sad she is like STOP IT IM EMOTIONAL.

Marion was gonna leave with Jester’s dad but then he didn’t come back and I’m thinking at some point they had better kick the Gentleman’s ass for abandoning her

The way Fjord is so sweet and soft with Jester is so cute I can’t decide if I ship them or if I just want them to be soft and close but not romantic I think I’d be happy either way but my god Fjord’s being so gentle with her is killing me

“There are vegetarian options as well”

Marius: “Thank you, thank you, it’s very good—they’re crazy aren’t they?”

Cad: “Oh yeah, they’re completely crazy.”

I desperately hope they get attacked by a sea monster at some point

“Captain Tusktooth”

Tiny elf-owl Frumpkin omg

He’s loaning her tiny owl Frumpkin for a week I cry

M: “I poke him to see if he bites me”

Tr: “He’s dead”

“I’m gonna probably start talking to fish at some point in the near future” Caduceus Doolittle

When Nott is sincere like when she’s talking to Caduceus right now is so sweet

I take it back it’s too soon to talk about Molly Sam

“Between you and me, Jester’s a really bad cleric, so…” and Laura almost spits out her drink lol

I want to meet the rest of the Clays someday I hope some of them are still alive

“A sign that there could be, for all of us, another chapter” Nott is getting me in my feelings tonight

Matt: “You get the sense that the fish would be happy to”

Cad/Tal: “I’m a lunatic aren’t I?”

M: “Yeah.”

C/T: “I’m sorry.”

M: “Yeah, no, it’s great! :D”

The fish: “sure, sure, suresuresuresure sure”

Oh godddd sky monster?

Bird?

WHAT IS IT

“Professor Thadeus…?”

Oh. Fuck. Creepy flying humanoid thing.

lol Beau making sure it’s not Yasha

Oh jeez poor Yasha

…Okay Matt that wasn’t cool because it’s past midnight and the windows are open and I’m feeling weirdly paranoid now

HERE WE GO

Harpies omggggg

Caleb’s really not gonna be able to use fire for this without risking the ship

Oh fuck don’t get the deck hands

Okay the sail isn’t that big a deal Jester can probably mend it, so save the deck hand first

Harpies are not sirens that shouldn’t be allowed to do anything

Oh poor Nott

SAVE THE CREW PERSON FIRST BEAU

I love Cad’s beetles

“Snack time” Cad you’re so creepy sometimes xD

15pts of beetle damage hell yeah

Okay I take it back Beau might have done the best thing saving the sail.

Okay this is too easy of a fight tho what’s coming that’s worse

Oh daaaaamn snapped her neck with the sail rope

Caleb Nott this isn’t nice xD

“We saved his life with the power of friendship” I’m crying

F: “How do we prevent further heart episodes?”

N: “MORE FRIENDSHP. MORE FRIENDSHIP.”

Awkward friend hugs are best hugs

Nott please don’t eat harpy meat

Cad’s gonna compost the harpy

Beau is keeping Frumpkin in her pocket of course she is

Poor Travis just like “I DIDN’T KNOW ID ACTUALLY HAVE TO KNOW HOW TO CAPTAIN A SHIP” poor guy

Oh god the ship is gonna sink

They’re gonna end up stranded on the cursed island just watch

Gonna try and block the hole…. with a mattress

I’m shocked they managed to patch it bless Galen for that Nat20

Caleb being clever to save the ship with his magic bubble

I hope they don’t get Orli killed

They gonna get sunk

Oh wait

Does Caleb have to stay inside the bubble?? I hope it doesn’t start to fill too much

YAAAAAS what a good episode!

SO MUCH SAILING PIRATE-Y FUN

Oh please wear pirate outfits I’m begging

I’m so excited for next week

#emi watches critical role #critical role spoilers #Critical Role

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chipsandwaffles · 6 years

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definition of a fuckbuddy (1/5)

Synopsis: You get invited to a stupid prestigious party by some stupid rich boy who wants to get laid. Maybe you’re going half as a favor to your best friend, and maybe you’re also going to get laid. Either way, it’s still stupid. Member: Doyoung/Reader Word Count: 4,886 Notes: i thought about posting this all at once but then i said fuck it and decided to give you it in parts for extra suffering :) there is going to be smut in here just as a forewarning + this is sort of that fuckboy doyoung everyone was asking for?? or something more ;) enjoy maybe? ^^ Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5

You, 7:27 P.M this guy in my econ class keeps looking at me

Jessica ^^, 7:27 P.M is he cute

You, 7:27 P.M I mean yes?? But why does he keep freaking looking at me

Jessica ^^, 7:30 P.M maybe he thinks you’re cute

Jessica ^^, 7:30 P.M or so ugly that he cant stop looking because youre just THAT hideous

You, 7:30 P.M damn jess thanks for that one

Jessica ^^, 7:31 P.M I’m kidding we all know youre pretty

Jessica ^^, 7:31 P.M but maybe confront him and see whats up

You, 7:31 P.M he’s coming ovER HERE ABORT

Jessica ^^, 7:31 P.M ooo tell me what happens

Jessica ^^, 7:33 P.M y/n?? are you still there??

Jessica ^^, 7:33 P.M did he convince you to follow him somewhere and now youre dead??????

Jessica ^^, 7:33 P.M mr cute boy don’t you kill my friend!!!

You, 7:33 P.M jesus jess chILL

Jessica ^^, 7:33 P.M youre alive ;;;;;

You, 7:33 P.M yes I am -_-

Jessica ^^, 7:34 P.M what happened with cute boy???

You, 7:34 P.M he sat next to me

You, 7:34 P.M and then passed me a note?? And then left

You, 7:34 P.M super suspicious that guy =_=

Jessica ^^, 7:34 P.M what does the note say???

You, 7:34 P.M uhhhhhhhhh

You, 7:35 P.M come to this address Friday night and find me and then it gives an address……..

Jessica ^^, 7:35 P.M …do you know this guys name?

You, 7:35 P.M uhhhhhhhh

You, 7:35 P.M I think he said doyoung? He had black hair and some fake earrings and looked really expensive

Jessica ^^, 7:35 P.M expensive??

You, 7:35 P.M like his clothes and shit. He looked rich

Jessica ^^, 7:35 P.M ………..

Jessica ^^, 7:37 P.M OAO

Jessica ^^, 7:37 P.M Y/N

Jessica ^^, 7:37 P.M DO YOU KNOW WHAT JUST HAPPENED TO YOU

You, 7:37 P.M I got passed a note from a guy

Jessica ^^, 7:37 P.M NOT JUST ANY GUY

Jessica ^^, 7:37 P.M A GUY FROM THE SM IVY CLUB

You, 7:37 P.M the what

Jessica ^^, 7:37 P.M oh my god you need to get out more often

Jessica ^^ has sent a picture, 7:38 P.M

Jessica ^^, 7:38 P.M the sm ivy club is like a super prestigious club that every guy wants to be in. they throw wild parties and EVERYONE wants to be invited

Jessica ^^, 7:38 P.M if you get invited, that meANS SOEMTHING

You, 7:38 P.M …sounds fucking dumb

You, 7:39 P.M what is that picture?? Do they have photoshoots of themselves???

Jessica ^^, 7:39 P.M yes because they’re that cOOL and hOT and rich oh my god theyre so rich

Jessica ^^, 7:39 P.M they say if you get invited youre bound to get laid

You, 7:39 P.M sounds even dumber -_-

Jessica ^^, 7:39 P.M oh my goD YOU DON’T EVEN APPRECIATE THIS OPPORTUNITY

Jessica ^^ has sent a picture, 7:39 P.M

Jessica ^^, 7:39 P.M This was the guy right???

You, 7:40 P.M yeah that’s him except without the orange hair. He looks like a fucking dork in that picture and looks way better in person

Jessica ^^, 7:40 P.M that is not the priority here y/n.

Jessica ^^, 7:40 P.M you got invited to a pARTY. HE TOLD YOU TO LOOK FOR HIM

Jessica ^^, 7:40 P.M WE HAVE TO GO

You, 7:40 P.M I have a date that day

Jessica ^^, 7:40 P.M with your couch and Netflix bllAH BLAH WERE GOINg

Jessica ^^, 7:40 P.M I’m cashing in that favor you owe me in exchange for this

You, 7:40 P.M ……..goddamnit

You, 7:40 P.M FINE we’ll go to their dumb party

You, 7:40 P.M they better have expensive drinks and food otherwise we’re leaving

Jessica ^^, 7:41 P.M im sure they’ll have everything you want ;))

You’re standing in front of a big door, belonging to an even bigger mansion, with Jess, your ridiculous best friend who you were already thinking about knocking out with enough drinks in the first twenty minutes so that you could go home early. Or a plate. One of the two.

The music inside was blaring, and the vibe from the house was no doubt going to make you want to roll your eyes at everything.

You’re sure this was going to be nothing more than a glorified frat party, but you had to endure some of it if you were going to repay Jessica that favor you owed her.

“Are we supposed to knock or?” You ask. Jessica shrugs, and you watch her adjust her skirt. You told her she should’ve worn one that actually fit, but, she wasn’t one to listen anyways. “I’ll just try the handle then.”

You push down on the ridiculously large handle and watch as it moves smoothly, opening the door before you. Immediately you’re greeted with a large foyer, brightly lit with at least three chandeliers and people lingering everywhere. There’s two sets of stairs on either side of the foyer, leading up to an upper level that had many doors. Your eyes catch to the double doors at the top that are blocked by two men, clearly keeping anyone from going inside.

You guessed that was where you were supposed to go. You take Jessica’s hand and drag her to one of the stairs, stepping past the multiple miserable people sitting on the steps, no doubt sitting there because they couldn’t get in or because they got kicked out. You step past them all until you’re on the landing and you reach into your jacket pocket, pulling out Doyoung’s note.

“What if this note doesn’t work, Jess?” You ask as you walk towards the bouncers. She shrugs again.

“Guess we’ll just have to sneak in.” You roll your eyes and stop in front of the two men. They’re far bigger up close, towering over you in an intimidating manner that makes you want to roll your eyes again. They had to be hired, of course, which is utterly stupid. Who needed bouncers at their party? Even the frat boys didn’t hire bouncers.

“Invitation?” One of them asks. You hold out Doyoung’s note, letting the man take it. He looks it over only for a few seconds, and then looks you up and down a few too many times before handing it back. “Nice try, ladies. You can’t get in here with that.”

You stare at the man for a long moment, narrowing your eyes in disbelief. “What do you mean I can’t get in with this? Was I supposed to get some stupid invitation in the mail?”

“No invitation, no entry,” the other guy says. You throw your hands up in the air and shove the note towards them.

“Some guy named Doyoung gave this to me in my class. He didn’t give me any invitation except this. How is this not what you’re looking for?”

“The boys only use special paper for invitations. You don’t have that. Did you forge that note?” The first bouncer asks. You shake your head, shoving the note into your jacket pocket again.

“Why would I forge a stupid note for a stupid party that I don’t even want to be at?” You turn on your heel and are ready to walk off, but Jessica grabs your hand, turning you back around. She gives you this look, a look you have no power to say no to, and you groan in annoyance.

You didn’t want to be here. You absolutely didn’t want to be here. She couldn’t convince you with that look. She couldn’t.

She lets out a pathetic noise and you groan again, turning back towards the bouncers. “Can you just get Doyoung out here or something? I’m sure if he saw me he’d tell you he invited me himself.”

“That’s what everyone says,” the second bouncer says. “You’re not getting in ladies.”

You turn to look at Jessica again and she frowns, a dejected look on her face. She had been so excited about attending one of the parties, and now, here she was, probably not going to get in. You’re not sure there’d be any locked doors anywhere for you to sneak into either, so, at this point it was a lost cause.

“Sorry, Jess. I tried,” you say. You reach to take her hand, ready to drag her back to your car when one of the many doors you noticed earlier opens. Out comes Doyoung and some girl, giggling and hanging off of him drunkenly. He moves to set her down near the wall opposite the door, and then pats the top of her head, smiling at her awkwardly before standing up.

Doyoung ends up looking your way, his eyes widening when he sees you. He rushes over immediately, grinning at you.

“Hey, Y/N? You came! I didn’t think you’d actually show up,” he says. You frown at him, crossing your arms.

“Why did you assume that? Do I not seem like one for parties or something?” You ask.

“Not at all.”

“You know her sir?” The first bouncer asks. Doyoung looks at him and then nods his head.

“Yeah, I invited her and her friend. I gave her the wrong paper though so, sorry for that.”

“It’s alright man,” the bouncers say. Doyoung gives them a thumbs up before coming to stand next to you, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. He doesn’t do the same for Jessica, instead holding out his arm for her, and she happily takes it. He ends up leading you back to the door he came out of, closing it and locking it behind him before guiding you into the party.

It is far more glorified than you expected. At frat parties you’ve been to there were lights and a DJ and furniture pushed to the side for a makeshift dance floor. There was always pizza and drinks in the kitchen, and there was always at least a hundred people roaming the house.

But this was so much more.

There was hundreds of people below you, dancing, drinking, eating, making out and talking. There was a whole section off to the side full of tables where people were sitting down with what seemed like a food station behind the tables. In the middle was a giant dance floor, something you’d expect in a club or something, with a DJ at the front of the floor. Off to the other side of the dance floor was a bar and a lounge area.

It was almost too much.

“This… is so freaking cool!” You barely hear Jessica say. You look at her, still clinging at Doyoung’s arm and roll your eyes. It wasn’t cool, it was ridiculous.

Rich people had way too much money and time on their hands.

“Are the drinks free?” You end up asking. Doyoung looks at you, shaking his head.

“No, but just tell them to put it on Yuta’s tab.” You nod your head and shrug off Doyoung’s arm, making a beeline down the stairs and to the bar area. You don’t have to wait long to order a drink thankfully, and once it’s in your hands, you make your way to the nearest corner and stand there.

It wasn’t anything fantastic, nothing like Jessica had described to you on the car ride here. It was like being in a huge club, with the usual loud music and the usual people and the usual atmosphere that made you want to go home. Jessica had also said if you were invited it meant something, but, it didn’t seem that way at all. It seemed like any old party.

Really, if you could you’d have left by now, but, leaving Jessica by herself at a party like this seemed like a terrible move as her best friend.

Leaving her with Doyoung probably wasn’t the best idea either, now that you think about it. You sigh and push yourself away from the wall, looking up to the landing you had come off of. You can’t make out much except for silhouettes of people, and, at this point you’re sure Doyoung and Jessica weren’t even up there anymore.

You pinch the bridge of your nose in frustration at your stupidity and pick out your phone to text her.

You, 11:19 P.M where are you? Are you still with doyoung???

You stare down at your phone, waiting for the reply, and when you feel something vibrate in your pocket you realize your dumb mistake.

Jessica had left her phone with you because she had no pockets. How could you forget that?

“Jesus fuck, this is the worst freaking night.” You mumble to yourself, quickly pocketing your phone. You’re about to head towards the dance floor to find her when you feel a hand grab yours. You turn to look at the person, finding Doyoung again smiling at you.

“Where is my friend?” You ask immediately, pulling your hand away from his. He frowns, and steps towards you.

“I left her with the most trustworthy person here. She’s in good hands,” he tells you over the music. You cross your arms and fix him with a glare, not fully trusting his words. You didn’t know these guys, and you definitely didn’t know Doyoung, so he could easily be lying to you. “…Do you want me to take her to you? To show you she’s fine?”

You nod your head quicker than expected and he sticks out his hand for you. You look down at it, and after a long moment of deliberation take it, letting him lead you through the crowd that lingered around the perimeter of the dance floor. You come to stand just a few feet away from the table area, and Doyoung points towards one of the middle tables where a bunch of guys and a few girls sat. You could barely make out Jessica sitting next to someone, smiling and passing out cards for everyone.

“See? She’s fine. I told my friend not to let her out of his sight for the rest of the night, so she should be fine then too.” You frown and turn to Doyoung.

“That’s awfully nice of you,” you say. He smiles, leaning in closer to you.

“I invited you to this party. If something happened to your friend, what kind of host would I be?” He leans in a little closer, his lips brushing at the rim of your ear. “Speaking of which, will you follow me to my room?”

“What, you don’t want to stay down here and party with everyone else?” You ask. He pulls away, and gives you an amused look.

“I’m not sure you understand what I’m asking of you.”

“No, I don’t.”

“If you follow me, I’ll explain it to you.”

You stare at Doyoung for a moment, then look back at Jessica. She’s smiling and clearly having fun. You didn’t want to leave her alone, but, Doyoung seemed sincere about all his statements. Maybe he was telling the truth.

Hopefully he was telling the truth.

“If anything happens to her, I’m coming back here to personally murder you.” Doyoung smiles even bigger and takes your hand once again.

“I’d expect nothing else.”

Ten minutes later of twists and turns and door after door you’re pulled into a room. The door is closed after you, practically closing off the party that was happening in some other part of the house, and Doyoung is immediately pushing you towards the bed on the far side of the room. He sits you down and then pulls up a chair for himself, sitting in front of you.

“I’m guessing you don’t know anything about our club,” Doyoung starts. You shake your head.

“Just what my friend told me. You’re rich, throw really big parties, you’re hot, uh… Something about getting laid?”

“I mean, sounds about right. What do you think?” Doyoung raises an eyebrow at you, and you, for the first time that night surprisingly, look him up and down. He’s wearing something that looked far less expensive than what he wore at school; jeans, a white t-shirt, and a bomber jacket that had a bunch of patches sewed into it. He still had that fake earring in his ear, and his hair was sporting little streaks of purple in his hair now.

He was definitely hot. Cuter than that dumb picture Jessica sent you, and more handsome than you remember.

He definitely fit that expectation.

You look around his room next, taking in all the décor. He had one wall full of posters, another full of shelves with figurines and pictures and trinkets alike, and then a wall with more shelves and a T.V bigger than any T.V you’ve ever seen in your life in the middle of said shelves. You look back at him and nod your head.

“Yeah, I think that sounds about right. You’re hot and clearly rich. That T.V is fucking huge,” you say. He laughs and then nods in agreement.

“I sit here for hours just watching T.V sometimes.”

“I am not doubting it.”

There’s a slight pause in your conversation before he’s scooting his chair towards you, talking once more.

“The last thing you said. The other guys and I… I wouldn’t call it a game necessarily, but, we bring a lot of girls here. Well, we invite a lot of girls, and then bet if we’ll get laid. If they end up coming, we end up fucking. And then if you got laid, you get paid whatever was wagered.”

“…that is absolutely a game. Is that why you invited me? To get laid?” You ask, not at all surprised by his words.

Rich people had way, way too much money and time on their hands.

“Yes, I did. But you’re the first girl I’ve ever actually gotten to come.” Doyoung moves to put his hands on your knees and you look down at them, then back at up at him.

“You must take me for an idiot,” you say. He laughs, and then smiles at you.

“I don’t. I’ve seen your test scores.”

“Test scores don’t necessarily make one smart, Doyoung.”

“Wise words,” Doyoung says. “Maybe that’s why I invited you.”

“Is it?”

“No. I don’t know why I did, really. Maybe I just like how you looked.”

“There are other girls who look better than me,” you say.

“And there are other guys who look better than me. I still think you’re pretty. Beautiful. Nice on the eyes. Whatever works for you.”

“I like ravishing,” you say. Doyoung lets out a hearty laugh for a full-on minute, his smile big and his eyes crinkled up in this really adorable way.

At least he wasn’t a super huge asshole. That was comforting at least.

“Either way,” Doyoung starts when his laughing dies down.

“Either way,” you repeat.

“Do you want to fuck?”

You look at him a second, a slight smirk on your lips, and put your hands on top of his. “Can I say no?”

“Absolutely. Though, that look you’re giving me…”

“I’m considering it,” you say. This was definitely a weird situation to be in, after all. Jessica was still downstairs too, and if you wanted, you’re sure you could just drag her out by now and leave. Though, fucking Doyoung wouldn’t be so bad. He was hot, and, if they did this often, he had to be good. You’re almost positive he had to be good. If it wasn’t, he said you could say no, which, was always a plus.

“If we don’t I’ll just end up watching T.V if you want to join me,” he says. You smile, and take his hands off his knees, placing them in his lap.

“How about we start with T.V and then see where things take us,” you say. You scoot back on the bed and immediately get cozy, patting the space next to you a moment later. Doyoung smiles back at you.

“I like where your head is.”

Soon enough, Doyoung has put in some movie that you’ve never seen or heard of before and then is cozying up next to you, an arm around your shoulders and a hand on your knee.

Two minutes into the movie, said hand is running up and down the expanse of your thigh. It distracts you immediately, but you ignore it as best as you can, knowing that whatever game Doyoung was playing, you could play it back.

You cross your arms and stare straight ahead, watching as what you assume are the two leads in the movie bump into each other.

And then you feel Doyoung’s other hand at your ear, his thumb beginning to circle the rim of it. It makes you tense up, the slow, soft movements triggering the sensitivity that your ears so easily gave.

In turn, you clench your fists and bite your bottom lip, blinking a few times to focus on the movie. Something happens with the lead girl, but Doyoung pulls your attention back to him before you can even figure out what’s happening in the movie.

Doyoung’s lips are soft against your neck, and the hand on your thigh has stopped to give it a light squeeze and his other hand has wandered into your hair. Every sensation is so much, giving you just what you could want, and yet so little, not giving you enough.

Doyoung knew how to get you to want more.

“Are you still watching the movie?” He asks, pressing a kiss to your jaw. You shake your head, and he laughs against your neck, pressing two more kisses there. “Do you want me to stop? We can actually go back to the movie.”

You think for a moment, trying to gather your thoughts, making sure you wanted this.

After a minute of deliberation, you crawl onto Doyoung’s lap, straddling him, putting your hands on his chest and pressing your lips to his. His hands find your hips and then finds the skin underneath your shirt, and then he’s pulling away, finding your neck again.

“Is that a no, you don’t want me to stop?” He asks.

“No, I don’t want you to stop. Unless you’re shit at this. Then I’ll end up stopping you,” you say, rolling your hips against Doyoung’s. He lets out a quiet moan against your neck, and rolls his hips right back.

“Don’t worry, Y/N. I hear I’m amazing at this.”

Your fingers curl tighter around Doyoung’s biceps, nails digging just barely into skin as he thrusts one last time into you. Your whole body practically tenses as you finally let go, your last orgasm wracking through your body in such a wonderful, sublime way that has you sighing in bliss.

Doyoung ends up pulling out moments later, falling onto the bed next to you, breathing just as hard as you were.

He was not wrong, at all. He was definitely amazing at sex.

Maybe it was because he ate you out or knew where to touch you in all the right places or made you come three times, you’re not sure. Whatever it was though, you didn’t regret coming here now.

“Was it good?” He asks when you think you’ve finally come down from your high. He must’ve gotten up at some point to throw away his condom because he’s patting you down with a wet cloth, the coolness making your skin tingle delightfully.

“So good,” you mumble out, letting out another content sigh. You feel Doyoung’s lips press against yours softly, and then he’s pushing a piece of hair behind your ear before letting out his own sigh.

“We should return to the party. You probably want to get out of here,” he says. You nod your head slowly and he moves to get off the bed, but you find his hand and tug at it.

“I don’t know if I can walk,” you say. He laughs and then tosses a piece of clothing at you. “Doyoungie, will you carry me?”

“Doyoungie?” He asks with an incredulous tone. You open your eyes and nod your head.

“Doyoungie. Carry me? My legs won’t stop shaking.”

You see him look down at your legs, and then back up to your body to you.

“I’ll give you a minute, and then if you’re still shaking, I’ll carry you.”

A few minutes pass, Doyoung dressing himself and helping you dress, laughter and smiles and short kisses being exchanged between you two as it happens. Once you’re finished he helps you stand up, and unfortunately you don’t fall or anything.

You pout as he takes your hand and leads you out of his room. You really wanted to be carried.

“Maybe another time,” he ends up saying. You look down at your hands entwined, and for most of the walk you just stare at them.

It’s… weird. Doyoung just brought you here to fuck but he’s still very caring and thoughtful about it. Your mind wanders to when he was eating you out, insisting on it before you and him did anything else.

You wondered if he did this with every girl he brought here.

“Hey, Doyoung?” You start when you’re nearing the party. The music is still blaring, the party probably not even close to winding down yet.

“Hm?”

“Do you ever fuck someone twice?”

He doesn’t answer right away, staying quiet as you finally reach one of the doors that leads into the party. He opens it up and pulls you inside, heading over to the table area. Jessica is still there, but all the people that had been with her are gone, and she’s just with Doyoung’s friend, drinking something out of a bottle and hanging off of the guy in such a sloppy manner.

It was definitely time to go home.

“Hey, Johnny, thanks for watching Y/N’s friend,” Doyoung says. You let go of Doyoung’s hand and walk over to Jessica, touching lightly at her face.

“Hey, Jess, ready to go home?”

“Y/N! I was- I was just telling Johnny about you!” Jessica whips her head to Johnny and then back to you so hard she ends up stopping any speech completely, blinking many times before leaning to the side to throw up. You turn away towards Doyoung and plug your ears with your index fingers, not wanting to hear her emptying her stomach.

When she’s done she tugs at your jacket, and you look down at her to hear her whine. “I wanna go hoooommeee…”

You nod your head and then lift her up gently to her feet, putting an arm around her middle and slinging her own over your shoulders. Johnny comes to her other side and helps as well, and you begin walking awkwardly back up the stairs. You leave through the door Doyoung had brought you through earlier, the same girl he had dropped off out there sleeping on the floor now.

As you head down the stairs, you wonder if maybe Doyoung invited her to fuck and then she got too drunk before they could do anything.

Maybe if he talked to you after this you could ask.

Eventually you make it back to your car, and Johnny helps you get Jessica into the front seat. He even goes as far as buckling her up for you before shutting her door and stepping a few feet away. You turn to thank him, only to find Doyoung and him whispering to each other.

You hadn’t even realized Doyoung had followed you outside, and you’re not sure if you should drive off or wait for him to be done with talking to Johnny.

Would he answer your question from earlier if you waited? Or maybe this was your cue to leave?

You start to walk around the car, making it as far as standing in front of your door before you hear your name being called. You watch Doyoung walk towards your car, around it, and then come to stand in front of you. He presses you to the door, his hands on your hips and a smile on his face.

“I have an answer to your question,” he says. You raise an eyebrow.

“Oh?”

“Personally, I’ve never asked someone to come back here again… I haven’t really heard anyone do it either. Stuff can get complicated and if someone gets to clingy, it gets weird…”

“Uh-huh.”

“If you’re looking for something more with me… I probably wouldn’t do anything with you again,” he says. You laugh and move your hands around his neck, your fingers playing with the hairs at the nape.

“Earlier was really fucking good Doyoung… I’m not really looking for a relationship, but if you are okay with being fuckbuddies, I’m all for that. If I’m asking for anything, I’m asking for that.”

Doyoung stares at you a moment, and then he’s leaning in, pressing his lips to yours in a sudden kiss. It only lasts for a few moments, but it doesn’t fail to make you feel absolutely giddy inside.

He clearly wanted this too.

“How about we start with you coming back here tomorrow and we’ll see where things take us,” Doyoung says.

You can’t help but laugh at hearing your words from earlier repeated back to you.

#kim doyoung scenarios #kim doyoung imagines #doyoung imagines #Doyoung Scenarios #nct scenarios #nct 127 scenarios #nct fanfic #nct imagines #sheep writes #i'm too lazy to make a gif right now plus i gotta leave by e

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“What happened to us?” // Teen!Richie Tozier x Reader

I HAVEN’T BEEN ON HERE FOR SO LONG OH MY GOSH IM SORRY!!! I’ve been super busy, I hope you guys understand!

Anyway, this was requested to me by @tapetayloe. I thought it was cute, I had to write it!!

Summary:

Warnings: Cussing as usual lol

(THIS IS HOW I IMAGINE TEEN RICHIE FUCCC EZRA MILLER IS SO CUTE)

Richie and Y/N had been best friends ever since kindergarten. Richie saw Y/N sitting by herself on the sandpit and he decided to join her. That was the start of their friendship. Ever since that day, they were inseparable. Not even a fucking clown could break them apart. During the disappearances, Richie, Y/N, and the rest of the losers all teamed up to fight the crackhead clown who lives underneath the Neibolt house. All was well after the big fight, but as months passed, Richie and Y/N slowly drifted apart from each other. It was gradual, they didn’t notice that slowly the hangouts stopped, the phone calls stopped and it felt as if they never knew each other in the first place. The two of them started to hangout with other people; Y/N hung out with Bill and Richie hung out with Eddie.

Junior year of high school is when it all started. Richie and Y/N would talk to each other during school since they had a lot of classes together, but they never went over to each other’s houses. Then as months passed, the two gradually stopped talking to each other. Whenever the losers hung out together, Richie would be absent whenever Y/N was able to hang out. When Y/N wasn’t able to hang out, that’s when Richie hung out with the losers.

The losers started to notice the two best friends drifting apart. Mike tried to do something about it by talking to Richie, but he quickly dismissed him saying that it wasn’t a big deal and that best friends drift apart all the time. Stan approached Y/N about the whole situation one day, but Y/N couldn’t give him an answer as to why Richie and her drifted away from each other. After Stan brought it up to her, that’s when the gears started turning for Y/N. She would sometimes lie awake at night thinking about what she’d done to Richie that caused their friendship to stop all of a sudden. Did she say something that made him upset? Did she do something that made him upset? She didn’t know the answer. She wanted to ask Richie about it, but she was afraid of the outcome. She thought that if she approached him, it would make the situation worse than it is.

Bill stood outside Y/N’s classroom, waiting for her to come out. Y/N had to talk to her Algebra teacher about her quiz score so Bill had to wait for her. After a few minutes of talking, Y/N finally came out of the classroom.

“Everything o-okay? Did you get to fix y-your q-quiz grade?” Bill asked as he walked with Y/N to the bike racks.

“Yea, it was all a mistake. I didn’t get a fifty, I actually got an eighty on the quiz.” Y/N replied with a sigh of relief. She stayed up studying with Bill for this quiz so it was impossible for her to receive such a low score.

“That’s good, I was worried that I t-taught it t-to you w-wrong.” Bill let out a sigh of relief as he took his bike out of the bike rack and got on.

“No Bill, you did perfectly fine. To be honest, you’re a much better teacher than the actual Algebra teacher.” Y/N joked which made Bill chuckle. Once Bill was on Silver, Y/N sat behind Bill. Bill then started to pedal away from the school, Y/N wrapped her arms around Bill’s waist as he pedaled.

“M-my place or y-yours?” Bill asked as they cruised around the neighborhood. Before, it was Richie who gave Y/N a ride after school but since they stopped talk to each other, Bill then gave Y/N a ride home after school. When Richie and Y/N stopped being friends, Y/N turned to Bill and the two became very close friends in no time.

“Your place, we went to mine yesterday.” Y/N replied earning a nod of approval from Bill.

It wasn’t long until the the two arrived in Bill’s house since the school wasn’t very far. Bill parked Silver by his front porch and waited until Y/N was off the Silver before he got off. The two then head to Bill’s bedroom to talk about their day, it was a routine for them by now. Y/N dropped her school bag on Bill’s floor and then proceeded to fling herself on Bill’s bed. Bill laughed as he watched his friend fall face first onto his soft bed. Bill sat on his bedroom floor and began to work on his homework while Y/N chatted away.

“I actually stood up to Brenda today, I was just tired of her shit so I told her off. Are you proud of me?” Y/N said as she hugged Bill’s soft pillow.

“I’m v-very pr-proud, good job.” Bill praised as he answered some math questions.

(This is how I imagine teen Bill dkjfnskdnfv I LOVVV COREY FOGELMANIS)

“Have you talked to Richie lately? I barely see him around anymore.” Y/N pondered as she hugged Bill’s pillow tighter. Richie barely came up in their conversations so Bill was sort of taken a back.

“Yeah, I t-talked to him ye-yesterday. He’s doing a-alright, he seemed a little d-down though. Maybe you sh-should talk to h-him.” Bill looked up at Y/N and gave her a persuading smile. Y/N quickly looked away from Bill to try and avoid his gaze. “C’mon Y/N, it’s been so l-long since you t-two talked. It’s about t-time you find out what’s going on w-with him. It’s weird to see y-you two not h-hanging out and t-talking. I’m not t-trying to p-push you away from me be-because I love ha-hanging out with you, I’m just s-saying that y-you should go t-talk to Richie.”

“I’m scared Bill.”

“Just do it, Y/N. Take my bike and go to Richie’s. P-please?”

“Fine.”

“This is fucking ridiculous Richie, tell me why you’re avoiding her again?” Eddie asked while giving Richie an eyeroll. Richie finally told Eddie the reason why he was avoiding Y/N and Eddie has never heard something so ridiculous.

“I am NEVER repeating that ever.” Richie replied as he bounced his leg nervously.

“You should just talk to her. Imagine how she feels, Richie. I bet she’s hurt, I mean you avoided her so suddenly, like that’s a dick move.”

“Shut up Eds, you’re a dick move.”

(Logan Lerman = Teen Eddie? SIGN ME THE FUCCCC UP)

“That didn’t make any sense whatsoever and can you fucking stop that?”

“I do what I wan-”

The loud and rapid knocking on Richie’s front door cut Richie off mid sentence. Eddie and Richie looked at each other in confusion. Eddie then looked out Richie’s bedroom window and saw Y/N outside standing by Bill’s bike.

“Well I gotta go, I have to help my mom with something.” Eddie suddenly said as he quickly packed up his things.

“With what? Cleaning her ass? Bye Eds.”

“Shut the fuck up honestly.” Eddie retorted as he walked out Richie’s room. Eddie didn’t want to use the front door for obvious reasons so he used Richie’s back door to get out.

“RICHIE OPEN THE FUCKING DOOR, LET’S TALK. I HAVE QUESTIONS.” Y?N yelled from the outside while knocking on Richie’s door. Richie took a deep breath and walked downstairs to open the door.

“What questions?” Richie spoke calmly as he stood in front of his door. Y/N stared at him for a few minutes before she grabbed Richie’s hand and barged inside his home. “What the fuck Y/N? What’s wrong with you?”

“What’s wrong with you? You’ve been avoiding me for months now! It took me awhile to notice because I’m dumb but that’s besides the point!” Y/N said angrily as she dragged Richie upstairs and into his bedroom. “Now tell me why you’ve been avoiding me! It’s not fair for you to just disappear from my life like that! You’re such an asshole!” Y/N continued to hold Richie’s hand, she held his hand tighter when tears threatened to spill out of her eyes. Richie’s heart rate began to rise as Y/N continued to hold his hand. He couldn’t get his thoughts together, Richie was a mess because of Y/N.

“Answer me Richie… What happened to us?” Y/N said softly, almost in a whisper.

“BECAUSE I FUCKING LIKE YOU OKAY? YOU GOT HOT AND SUDDENLY I WAS OVERWHELMED BY FEELINGS AND WHENEVER I HUNG OUT WITH YOU, MY HANDS GET CLAMMY AND MY HEART BEATS SO FAST IT FEELS LIKE IT’S GOING TO FUCKING JUMP OUT OF MY CHEST, AND WHEN YOU TALK TO ME IT MAKES ME NERVOUS BECAUSE I CAN’T THINK STRAIGHT! FUCK Y/N WHY DO YOU DO THIS TO ME?” Richie yelled out breathlessly leaving Y/N speechless.

Without thinking, Y/N quickly leaned in and kissed Richie. Now it was Richie’s turn to be speechless.

“I like you too idiot, why couldn’t you just tell me that?” Y/N said softly, still holding Richie’s sweaty hand.

“Because I didn’t want to ruin things with you and I was scared you’d fucking reject me or something. I mean who would like Trashmouth Tozier? Shit even I don’t like Trashmouth Tozier.”

“Well I like Trashmouth Tozier, I’ll always like Trashmouth Tozier.”

The two chuckled. The two looked at each other and time seemed to stop. The world was dead silent.

Richie cupped Y/N’s face and slowly leaned in, he didn’t know what he was doing but he continued. He then passionately kissed Y/N like she was the only girl in the world.

Once Y/N left Richie’s house, Richie quickly ran to the kitchen to call Eddie.

“EDS I KISSED Y/N AND SHE LIKES ME!” Richie yelled over the phone excitedly, his hands were shaking with excitement that he almost dropped the phone.

“Nice, Ben owes me ten dollars now.”

Y/N climbed the tree by Bill’s window to get into Bill’s room. Bill always left the window open for Y/N to climb into.

Bill watched as Y/N climbed into his bedroom. Y/N had the biggest smile on her face and Bill couldn’t help but smile.

“What happened?” Bill asked as he looked at Y/N attentively, ready to hear every single detail of what happened while she was at Richie’s.

“Richie likes me and we kissed.” Y/N replied ecstatically, she then flings herself onto Bill’s bed and rolled around while screaming in joy.

“I knew it, St-Stan and M-mike owe me now.”

“You were betting?” Y/N asked with a giggle.

“Yeah.” Bill replied while giggling also.

“Nice dude, how much?”

“Ten bucks.”

“Hell yeah, we can buy ice cream with that.”

I hope you guys enjoyed this imagine! This is my first ever Richie imagine y’all can you believe that :0

Anyway, I enjoyed writing this lol, I’ll for sure write more Richie fics in the future xx

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gems-of-lirema · 6 years

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GEMS-OF-LIREMA’S RP PLOTTING CHEAT-SHEET Want new-and-exciting plots for your character? Long to reach out to more of your followers, but don’t know where to start? Fear not! Fill out this form and give your RP partners both present and future all the of juicy jumping off points they need to help you get your characters acquainted. Be sure to tag the players whose characters YOU want more cues to interact with, and repost, don’t reblog! Feel free to add or remove sections as you see fit. Template here.

(Putting it under a read more because this is fricking long holy cow. Ah, that’s the price I have to pay for 7 muses...I’m coding everything in case anyone wants to focus on a specific muse)

Mun name: Sean

OOC Contact: IMs on tumblr work best for me, I have a Discord (ask me for the link) & a Discord Pokemon server as well if that’s more convenient

Who the heck is my muse anyway: 💜 The Fool (Eusine): Has no idea what he’s doing, but he’ll be damned if he does anything w/o his Rulebook. 💛 The Rulebook (Morty): Just trying to make it through the month to provide for his 3 roommates. 💎 The Stoic (Steven Stone): Just your average rich vagabond who has a boyfriend & refrains from speaking. 💙 The Wolf (Wolf Grunt): Trusted psychic bodyguard of Team Skull. Always itching for a battle, whether through Pokemon or through their paws. 💚 The Smart Aleck (N Harmonia): The Stoic’s somewhat narcissistic boyfriend. ❤️ The Grump (AZ): Just your average gentle giant going through the motions. Always sassy and never happy. 🖤 The Rebel (Guzma): It’s ya boi. If he’s not careful, his need for destruction will be his own downfall…

Points of interest: Everybody’s got issues! :D Some more noticeable than others…

💜💙💚🖤 Most of my muses (specifically Eusine, Wolf Grunt, N, and Guzma) typically act on a whim if no one keeps them in check. 💜💚 In Eusine and N’s case, they don’t actively want to hurt anyone, but they trust their own judgement better than anyone else's (even if their own judgement is terrible). Of course, Eusine will only do something stupid if Morty’s not around. 💙🖤 In Wolf Grunt & Guzma’s case, they’re not afraid to cross boundaries in order to get what they want. They are a part of Team Skull, after all. 🖤 Guzma swears like a sailor. (Mun disapproves of this & tries not to do this in real life.) 💎 Steven doesn’t talk much, and is very quiet compared to all my other muses. He may avoid you if he knows you’re psychic, or if he knows you know about his curse. 💚 As mentioned above, N is self-centered and typically only speaks for himself. ❤️ Besides his ridiculous height, AZ seems pretty normal, even if he rarely smiles. 💛 Morty’s pretty normal too, but he’s as stubborn as a mule when it comes to personal opinions.

What they’ve been up to recently: Uuuuuuuh my main verse could use some work so all the interactions I’ve made so far don’t pertain to it at all ._.; (I suppose I’ll just call it “The Verse that Never Was” since the Reincarnation AU & Spirits of Chaos AU is basically the aftermath of it. Technically, it involves all my AUs, but that’s a story for another day .-.)

💜 Eusine has no direction or plans, he’s a NEET. He does have a major crush for Morty, but he’s always turned down... 💛 Morty really misses his old job as a Gym Leader, but hasn’t done anything to get it back. Secretly, he does have a thing for Eusine, but he’s too afraid to admit it. 💙 Wolf Grunt was kicked out of the house by their adopted father, Morty, and both know they don’t belong in Team Skull. Despite this, Morty refuses to take them back until they earn his respect. Wolf Grunt couldn’t care less, as they’ve been living in Team Skull for almost two years now. Even if they do miss him every now and then… 💎 Steven is still learning to control his curse, and will not trust anyone to talk about it or help him control it. 💚 N doesn’t trust anyone with Steven’s powers either, and may seem overprotective of him at times. He believes he can help Steven by himself. (Spoiler alert: he can’t.) 💎💚 Steven & N have been dating for 5 years, and plan on engagement. That is, if either one of them are confident enough to propose to the other. Which they’re not. 💚 Like Eusine with Morty, N can’t go anywhere without Steven, and is lost without him. ❤️ Although AZ has finally reunited with his Floette, he is still fighting the old ghosts of his past, feeling great remorse & missing his brother greatly. 🖤 Although Lusamine is dead in my main verse, Guzma is plotting his revenge for what she did to him, starting with the destruction of Aether Paradise. He doesn’t really have a set plan (besides shooting everything), and if he carries his plans out now, he’ll be losing a lot more than Team Skull… (i.e. Ya boi’s gonna die, somebody stop him.)

Where to find them: All my muses currently live in Alola. 💛💚💜❤️ Morty, N, Eusine, and AZ all share a house on Route 1. 🖤💙 Guzma & Wolf Grunt, of course, live in Skull Mansion/Shady House/Po Town. 💎 Steven’s a vagabond and may switch between living in these two houses. Otherwise, it’s difficult to find Steven in one spot. In fact, he may fly to a different region on a good day.

Current plans: None of the stuff I plot with other people pertains to my main verse, as I still wish to develop it further. (Even though I’m torn between keeping it or letting it go c’: ) Since this is getting fricking long already I’m just gonna tag the people I have active threads for/want to plot with more. I apologize to all of you c’:

@dragonfly-grunt @heartbxnd @lushjunglesrecipes @steelwingchampion @thebella-matthews-666 @trainer-riz

Desired interactions: - Duplicates! Some of the best interactions I’ve had so far have been with duplicates, so if we share the same muse, I’d love to plot things between them ^_^ (or just have them be so confused as to why there’s two of them xD) - I’m a sucker for crossovers, as one of my AUs (Spirit of Chaos) is a crossover in and of itself. Here’s a list of all the fandoms I’m willing to interact with ^_^ - Feel free to interact with my AUs too! I love them all c: (you can find them in Rule 8 of the rule’s page.)

💜 For Eusine: He needs to learn that he can’t always depend on Morty to decide everything for him. This could be done by virtually anyone, though he does have a crush for Gym Leader Jasmine in my main verse. Oh yeah, and he needs a job. Or money. Or possibly both. 💛 For Morty: Any Sabrina muses or other Pokemon League muses with psychic powers? Sabrina may give Mortimer the motivation he needs to get his Gym Leader job back...if only because he hates her guts ._. (This could also be true in any other psychic’s case) 💎 For Steven: Steven may be the best option for any crossover interactions, only because his curse allows him to travel between different realities, and even merge realities if he’s not careful… (not to say that he’s the only muse I’ll use for crossovers: all my muses are open for that ^_^) 💙 For Wolf Grunt: They’re a lone wolf when it comes to Team Skull (pun intended), and actually have a hard time opening up to any other grunt. Deep down, they're homesick...not entirely for Morty’s home, but for Sinnoh. If there are any muses from Sinnoh, Wolf Grunt may latch onto you like a leech ._. 💚 For N Harmonia: Somebody help the poor tree boy learn that self-gratification is not the same as self-confidence c’: Yes, N actually has a really low self-esteem (as he’s still trying to find himself & his purpose), and only acts narcissistic as a facade to hide his true emotions. 💚 Also, since N talks to Pokemon, I’d love for him to interact with some Pokemon muses (again, not to say that I’ll only use N for interacting with Pokemon muses ^_^) ❤️ For AZ: Lysandre muses! AZ needs to learn that it’s ok to love his family. Even if he’ll act pretty hostile to Lysandre at first, deep down he wants nothing but the best for him. He sees his brother in Lysandre, and if he’s not true to his feelings, he may end up ignoring Lysandre like he did to his brother (which is the last thing he wants). ❤️ Otherwise, somebody. Hug the gentle giant. Please. Just. Go into my inbox right now and hug him. I’m a sucker for AZ hugs c’: 🖤 For Guzma: Er...I already get enough interaction with Guzma as is...But he does have a secret power that no one, not even himself, knows about. That’s all I’ll say...

Offered interactions: 💜 Eusine’s a musician: in fact, it’s his passion! If your band needs a drummer, he’s your guy. He’s also great for livening up parties, as he loves to do water tricks for anyone. 💛 Morty has his own Psychic reading business! Worried about the future? Old ghosts of the past keep haunting you? Or are you just curious about your lucky numbers? Morty can do it all. (interactions will need to be plotted first of course...unless you don’t mind any infomodding ._.; ) 💎 Steven doesn’t really have anything to offer...unless you’re itching for some reality-warping shenanigans. This can range from turning water into wine or turning the moon into a blood-red moon (again, must be plotted first, considering how reluctant he is with using his powers & dark his powers can become…) 💙 Wolf Grunt can, and will, beat you up. In fact, they’re looking for someone to fight with everyday. 💚 N doesn’t have much to offer either...Unless you’re a Pokemon. He loves speaking to wild Pokemon. ❤️ AZ can do pretty much anything: cooking, playing musical instruments, designing clothes. The only person holding him back from doing it all is himself. 🖤 Like Wolf, Guzma can and will beat you up. He’s always armed.

Current open post/s: Check the #open rp tag & the #prompts tag, those are always open ^_^

Anything else?: - I live in US Central Time if that helps - All links to my muse’s pages & their relationship to each other can be found in the rules page (Rule 8 specifically) - Please for the love of AZ someone critique me on my main verse it sucks

Tagging: No. You can do this if you want & say I tagged you.

#long post is long #//reference

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ep: things leo does; by jason grace

chapter 2. aftermath link to chapter 1

summary: 2. hey, mom? okay, there's this guy named leo, and i'm in love with him. wait - wait, you knew that already? well. fuck. wait! aha - i bet anything you didn't know he was in love with me, now did you? yeah, i thought - fuck. word count: 2,051 warnings: mention of cannibalism (not serious), mention of DDLB/NSAP, morse code a/n: valentines chapter because i’m a sucker for the babe :/ read on ao3

5. taps out messages in morse code when he thinks no one is paying attention

Two short taps. One short, one long, two short. One long, one short, two long. Rinse and repeat.

Three letters.

Jason’s sure nobody else has noticed - Leo tapping his fingers in what seems to be a random pattern is nothing new, and his eyes track Chiron’s movements with what seems to be laser focus.

He likes to think he knows Leo better, by now.

Jason thinks back on his old Morse training (“Why do I have to know this?” “Just in case.” “What the hell kind of situation requires us to tap Morse code to each other when we have fucking mouths?”) - laborious months of bullshit memorizing that he never used on quests, but damn if it isn’t coming in handy now.

Two short taps. I

One short, one long, two short. L

One long, one short, two long. Y

ILY.

Jason jerks up in his seat, avoiding Leo’s eyes when his fingers stop tapping and he glances over, obviously concerned.

Leo’s mouth quirks up into a tiny smirk - how the fuck does he manage to lift only a corner of his mouth, and still convey so much? It’s fucking adorable, and Jason hates it - and he focuses back onto Chiron, who is trotting across the front of the room with a vaguely frustrated expression on his face.

Leo’s fingers continue their tapping, slim fingers pressing coded messages into the tabletop.

Two short taps. I

One short, one long, two short. L

One long, one short, two long. Y

One short, three long. J

One short, one long. A

Three short. S

Three long. O

One long, one short -

“Alright, any questions?” Chiron asks suddenly, raising his voice to attract the attention of any heads whose heads are drooping (Jason tries not to feel guilty - fails - whatever.). “No? Alright, dismissed.”

Jason glances at Leo, who is standing up like nothing’s changed, slapping his hands on the table like nothing’s changed, brushing a hand down his jeans like nothing’s changed, turning to leave like nothing’s -

You get the point.

Okay, so Leo had spelled out ILY JASO- something. That something was either a K, a D, a Y, a C, an X, a B, or…

An N.

Was it too much of a stretch to think he might have been spelling out JASON? Zeus knows it wasn’t JASOD, anyway.

Fuck.

6. acts like a child when he gets tired*

* leo doesn’t get tired.

“… so the chip attaches to this port -” Leo yawns, and then shakes his head to clear it up, “ - and so it becomes able to track -” another yawn, “ - the movements -”

“Leo?” Jason asks, tilting his head slowly. Leo glances up, blinking blearily (ha, alliteration) up at him.

“Yeah?”

Jason smiles fondly, unable to hold back his reaction to an evidently tired Leo.

“You look tired. Ready for bed?”

Leo shakes his head again, more rapidly this time, and his curly hair flops around with his movements. He blinks a few more times, then opens his eyes as far as he can. “Nuh-uh,” he says, with an expression like a guilty child.

Yeah, right. Even Jason’s tired, and Leo likes to call him Superman - mostly because he looks like a blond version of him, but also because he’s basically superhuman. Jason doesn’t really get tired.

“Yuh-huh. C’mon, let’s head to my cabin. It’s too late, I don’t want to wake the Hephy kids up.”

Leo shakes his head with a petulant expression, narrowing his eyes and leaning back in his chair. With arms crossed, he mutters, “Nuh. Uh.”

Jason raises an eyebrow and nods to himself for a second, fighting back an amused smile at Leo’s behavior. “Alright, you’ve got a couple of options,” he relents, watching with the fond grin that he hadn’t been able to restrain as Leo slowly relaxes, nodding with lingering suspicion still present on his face. “You can either get up and walk with me, or I pick you up. Your choice.”

Leo sighs heavily, tipping his head back and huffing out another breath through his nose. “Fine.”

Jason stands, hovering for a few seconds. He frowns as suspiciously as he can manage when Leo doesn’t stand up like Jason thought he would, instead slouching further into his seat with hands outstretched, as if…

… he wants Jason to pick him up. Of course he does.

“You’re a fucking baby, y’know that?”

Leo shrugs, a carefree smile on his face. “Yup.”

Jason sighs indulgently. “Yeah, of course you do. Alright, we’re doing piggyback, because we both know - despite how incredibly underweight you are - there’s no way I’ll be able to hold you on my damn hip or whatever for the amount of time it’ll take us to get back to the cabin.”

Leo nods and Jason turns his back to the shorter teenager, crouching on the balls of his feet with his hands outstretched behind him. As carefully as he can manage (which isn’t saying a lot, considering how fucking delirious he seems to be), Leo tucks his legs into the slots of Jason’s hips and he stands up, chuckling softly when Leo yelps behind him.

He regains his balance, though, and wraps lanky arms around Jason to rest in the juncture between his neck and shoulder.

“Good to go?”

Leo says nothing, merely nods against the shoulder he’s already starting to fall asleep on - not that Jason expected anything less.

“¡Dios mio, las luces!” he cries almost immediately, shoving his face into the back of Jason’s shirt. [t - Oh my god, the lights!]

Jason can’t stifle the chuckle that escapes him - okay, so maybe he forgot to tell Leo it was basically morning, but. Who could blame him? He’d been… distracted. By Leo. And his hands. And his hair. And his smile. And his laugh. And his -

You see? It just happened again. Totally not his fault.

Definitely.

"Sorry, love," he says, trying and failing to sound truly apologetic. (Did he just say love in reference to Leo? He’s not going to think about that.) "Afraid I can't turn these lights off."

A groan spills its way out of Leo's mouth, sounding suspiciously like a "Why not?" but with a lot more vowels, probably.

"Well," he starts, the fond amusement (he’s fond way too often when it comes to Leo, damn it) probably ridiculously evident in his voice, "there's this thing in the sky - now, don't get too excited - called the sun. Totally crazy, right? It -"

Leo's left hand knocks harshly against his temple. "Asshole."

"- even makes this wild thing called - wait for it - light! It's pretty fuckin' awesome, if I may say so myself."

Leo sighs. "You may not," he grumbles, and Jason can feel the fluttering of the other boy's eyelashes against his neck. He fights back a shiver at the surprisingly intimate feeling and tries to concentrate on getting them to his cabin.

"Hey, dad?" he murmurs, words slurred through a heavy tongue. Jason opens his mouth to answer, but -

Wait.

What?

He freezes.

Mentally, of course, because otherwise Leo would know something was up, and he was so close to falling asleep, and Jason really didn't want him realizing what he said, because it'd turn into a whole production, and Leo would never get to sleep, and then... you get the idea.

But - anyway. Back to the matter at hand:

Dad?

Is that, like, a kink thing?

Jason remembers reading up on kinks (it was a late night and too many Wikipedia articles, sue him), and he's pretty sure daddy kinks are a thing.

(Eugh. He shudders at the thought. Yikes.)

But - that didn't sound like a sexy Dad word. What would a sexy Dad word sound like? It'd probably be Daddy and not Dad, for one.

Oh, gods.

He's getting off track.

Jason decides, as any sane (teenager) semi-mortal would do, to completely ignore the last word of Leo's sentence. "What's up, squirt?"

Okay, what the fuck?

He definitely meant to say Leo, or maybe bro, as regular teenage boys do, but squirt? Gods, Jason's out of his mind.

Maybe it's because Leo's way heavier than he looks. Who knows.

"'m tired."

Jason resists the urge to fist pump the air, instead pulling Leo onto his hip for ease of motion.

"Yeah, yeah, me too. Don't worry, we're almost there."

7. has horrible grammar when he texts (no, it doesn’t annoy jason)

[17:49] leo_valdez: wht do u want 2 do 4 dins 2nite

[17:55] jason_grace: Salmon with asparagus and rice?

[17:58] leo_valdez: damn chef grace out here [17:58] leo_valdez: yeah boi

[17:59] jason_grace: Okay, cool.

[18:38] jason_grace: Hey, Percy said he’d cook. Cool with you?

[18:43] leo_valdez: yeah np

[18:45] jason_grace: He might take a while, though, so I think we’ll be eating late tonight :/

[18:45] leo_valdez: ye its fine i ate late 2day

[22:24] jason_grace: How’s it smelling over there? I’m hungryy

[22:30] leo_valdez: lol i cant smell anything

[22:31] jason_grace: Omg lol. Do you think it’s your poor sense of smell smell or that nothing is cooking??? Haha

[22:31] leo_valdez: both lmfaooo

[22:32] jason_grace: Lol, okay.

[23:11] jason_grace: 11:11!

[23:14] leo_valdez: my wish is 2 eat

[23:15] jason_grace: Mood [23:19] jason_grace: I’ve died a million hungry deaths already. I may start to eat paper any minute. [23:19] jason_grace: It’s organic, right???

[23:20] leo_valdez: yeah totes gotta get on that #vegan #organic #freerange #localwoodonly trend [23:20] leo_valdez: ykno this shirt is made out f cotton????? thts a crop i cld totally eat this

[23:22] jason_grace: As long as you take tiny bites like a rabbit.

[23:22] leo_valdez: yeahhhhhhh [23:23] leo_valdez: i s2g im gonna eat percy if he doesnt tell me its fuckin ready soon

[23:23] jason_grace: Wait what’s s2g again? [23:23] jason_grace: Oh, nom.

[23:23] leo_valdez: swear to god

[23:23] jason_grace: Nvm*

[23:23] leo_valdez: NOM NOM I HUNGRY

[23:24] jason_grace: Lolzzzz.

[23:24] leo_valdez: thnks jace u rly gotta remind me ://////

[23:24] jason_grace: He’d probably be pretty tasty. [23:24] jason_grace: Remind you of what?

[23:24] leo_valdez: how hUNGRY I AM

[23:25] jason_grace: Nom nom nom I have no other words.

[23:25] leo_valdez: nom [mood in hungryspeak]

[23:26] jason_grace: Me nom.

[23:26] leo_valdez: i just saw th word omw and rly tht it said nom im losing my mind over here

[23:27] jason_grace: Our bellies could have been full hours ago. Savage.

[23:27] leo_valdez: ikr [23:27] leo_valdez: horrible

[23:29] jason_grace: Are tears edible???

[23:29] leo_valdez: hopefully im producing way 2 many of thm

[23:30] jason_grace: Sip slowly, I don’t want you getting full before we eat.

[23:30] leo_valdez: i gotchu [23:31] leo_valdez: trying 2 remind myself tht festus 2.0 is a living being and im not ready 2 b a murderer

[23:34] jason_grace: Oh honey. He wouldn’t be tasty. Too much fur.

[23:34] leo_valdez: u rite u rigt

[23:34] jason_grace: What were we thinking??? We know Percy well enough by now lmao. Sigh. Burp. Ugh.

[23:36] leo_valdez: im crying salmon

[23:37] jason_grace: Oh noooo why’d you have to say salmon?????

[23:38] leo_valdez: LMAOOOO

8. loves jason grace

Okay, okay.

You gotta keep this one a secret until Jason finds his journal again, okay? He doesn’t know I took it.

I’ve read through it a couple of times, and - damn is Jace a fucking sap. It’s a pity I love him.

No it’s not, who am I kidding.

Aha! That’s the first time I’ve written it down since I realized (which was… too long ago for me to feel comfortable admitting to).

If you didn’t get that, Jason: I love you, you piece of shit.

Ugh.

Fuck, whatever, maybe this thing is a prank and he doesn’t actually love me. Maybe this is a hallucination? Dad knows I’ve been spending way too much time in the Bunker, anyways. Maybe… who knows, honestly.

God, I’m tired.

Whatever. I hope he finds this soon, I’m tired of waiting, for Christ's sake.

See you soon, hopefully.

- leo valdez, the one & only

I love you too, Leo.

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Not So Randomly | Part 3/5

🌟 Pairing : Im Changkyun (I.M) x Reader

🌟 Genre : Fluff, Angst

🌟 Word count : 14.4k

🌟 Synopsis : Whenever you cross the path of Im Changkyun, that guy you hate and that hates you, it seems to be the worst day of your life. But, strangely enough, it also becomes the best and most accurate of moments you've ever had. So, the more you randomly end up stucked with each other, the more a question can arise : is it really chance that has something against you, or is it serendipity that drives you one towards the other?

Previous Part .:. Next Part

🌟 A/N : Sorry it took me longer to post this, but as you can see, I wrote a lot more and I struggled to be satisfied...

Anyway, we’re finally going back to school with this part! And I'm thanking all of you who are following me with this, I'm really appreciative so thank you! I hope you'll have a good time reading! ♥

Disclaimer : any gifs or images used, even edited, are not mine and belong to their rightful owners!

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Spring. One word that made the kids on holiday happy as they soon would be reunited with their classmates, the teenagers and young adults bloom with ideas and worries about their future as they came closer and closer to the work-life at each start of this season, and the parents proud to see their children grow up and enter a new cycle in March. And for him, it was a word that made him anticipate as much as it excited him.

As winter was coming to an end, Changkyun had just left Busan and was about to start his college life in Seoul, the huge capital in which he had always dreamed of spending time. Night had already fallen when he took the subway with his enormous suitcase and when he finally seated, he sighed in relief, tired by the journey he had went on before arriving here. It was the last mean of transport he had to use, and thankfully he would be staying in it for good twenty to thirty minutes. His hands were red and aching because of the cold outside, as fog was forming on the glasses of the modern train, and he put them in his pockets after having smiled at the trace of a scar in the palm of his left hand.

He had thought of you from time to time during these 6 long months, as after your last conversation – or rather altercation – he hadn't contacted nor seen you. He had been vigilant like you whenever he had gone out with his friends in Busan's streets , looking around him and, in some way, searching for you. His hyungs had tried to make him regret his poor decision of banishing you from his life without even giving you and him a chance, when it clearly would have been possible. However, his pride had been as solid as a rock, becoming like a shield against which their arguments had bounced back. After falling ridiculously for a girl he had been supposed to despise at first, how could his friends expect from him to go back to you? He had failed the first time to stick to his decision to ignore you, he wouldn't fail the second time.

And so he didn't. When summer had been over, you went back to Seoul and he stayed behind, without the chance of seeing your face again, except in his memories. But when he had been accepted to his university in the capital, the flashes of you he had tried so hard to brush off during the second semester finally reappeared, reminding him that you lived there, and he hadn't been able to prevent himself from anticipating a new random encounter between the two of you.

He couldn't have been more right. When the subway came to a stop for the fifth time, he was already about to doze off when suddenly, he saw a girl entering and sit down near him, bringing her legs against her chest and her feet on the seat. He only observed her from the corner of his eye at first, but he soon realized that he wasn't the only one to have his eyes drawn to her. Indeed, she was crying, and even if she was trying the best she could to remain quiet, her sobs could still be perceived through the ambient hubbub. When she finally freed her face from her hair by tying them into a bun, revealing the water spilling from her eyes and the makeup it was wasting, Changkyun almost had a heart attack. It was you. It was you. Right here, right now, at this instant. You were so close to him he couldn't believe it, and he finally stared at you with all his attention.

As much as it made him go crazy to see you appear once again randomly in his sight, he couldn't deny how happy he truly felt to see your face again, even if he had no right to look at it the way he was right now, as he had refused to be someone doing that whenever he wanted to and with you liking it. In the mix of emotions he was feeling right now, from shock to anxiety to attraction to relief, he also felt the outlines of a laugh tracing themselves in the back of his throat as he thought again of how your paths never stopped from crossing whenever you were in the same city. Destiny? Fate? Misfortune? He didn't know how to call it at this point.

Like the time he had seen you at the promenade, he was losing himself at your sight and feeling something tingling deep within him, which had given him cold chills even in summer back then. Like the time at the park, he was suffering from hot flashes ascending from his chest to his face, making him sweat like he had back then. Like the time at the party, his heart felt uneasy at the sight of you crying, his body aching to move to you, as if it was attracted to yours like a magnet, making him go after you back then.

And like every time he met you, a wave of emotions he couldn't describe had come crashing against him, drowning him in his infatuation for you he had denied back then.

But this time, it was right here, right now, and even after the 6 long months without seeing you, Changkyun had to witness all of his inner feelings resurface without being able to do anything except from undergo it.

Why were you crying again? Who had hurt you?

***

You had been walking for a while now, after leaving him behind you to prevent him from seeing you cry pitifully and apologizing again. You couldn't hear his excuses anymore, they were useless as he had already hurt you.

After that damn summer, you went back to Seoul and to your high school, and, with the fantastic advice from your best friend, you had started to see a guy who had had a crush on you even before the summer break, in order to move on from Changkyun. Yes, move on, because as hard as it had been even for you to believe, that jerk had left a deep impact on you. He had hurt you really bad, making you numb from any attractions for any other boy, and you had thought of him more frequently than you should have done. You had wondered how come you could have done this to yourself, how come you could have fallen for his sharp and mean personality, how come you didn't slap him when he sure had deserved it, and, pretty stupidly, even how he had been doing, if he was thinking of you too.

That's when your best friend had took action, tired of you moping, so she pushed you towards this guy that was in the same year as you but in a different class. Messages after messages, smiles after smiles and dates after dates, you finally had become something by the end of October. He was a sweet and smart guy, undeniably cute ; all a girl could've asked for, and it really did help you to dry up the seemingly flourishing source of attraction for Changkyun that had filled you till your veins. You finally felt that gentle sparkle you had had with Changkyun but this time while you were looking at that guy, even more after he had reassured you when you refused to have your first time with him because you were not ready. You had thought he had accepted you entirely.

Yeah, that's what you had thought, until tonight when he called you, aligning those words making everyone's body tremble with fear and heart compress : "I need to talk to you." You went to the park near your high school as fast as you could, not even feeling the cold seeping through your ripped jeans and your tights. You hadn't wanted to think it was a breakup that was waiting for you, as after you had searched in your head what wrong you could've done or if things were weird lately, you had found out that nothing was pointing, at least not evidently, to him parting from you.

However, you had sensed things wrong once again, like you had with Changkyun. He broke up with you in that park, the one you had went to so many times to spend some time after classes, not caring about the snow or the cold as you had each other's fiery heart to heat up the atmosphere around you. He broke up with you after 4 months of relationship, his sentences punctuated by sorrys cutting you even deeper every time they slipped from his mouth. He broke up with you, because he was fearing he "wouldn't be able to enjoy his college life as much as he would like to if he had a girlfriend" and as he "respected you, he didn't want you to suffer because of him if he ever did something wrong".

Yes, you were going to different universities, him traveling to the south of the country while you were staying there in Seoul, but you at least had been ready to give it a try, because in the end, you truly liked him. You told him those exact words and before he could excuse himself one more time, you walked away ; no, you ran away. So that was what had been missing? Maybe, if you had given your body to him he would've stayed? But what about those reassuring words he had said to you, telling you he could wait? Wasn't your affection enough for him to hold onto and not fall in the trap of the party life universities imply?

You cried in the streets, not caring about the curious looks the passengers gave you, your vision totally blurred and your head disconnected from reality. Suffering from a heartbreak so soon couldn't have been more lethal to you, and you felt the pieces of your ruined heart slip away from your body along with the tears you cried. You trailed your feet as you entered the subway and when you sat down, you curled up and waited for your stop to come, not even noticing you were still crying and that a lot of pair of eyes were on you. Not even noticing his pair of eyes on you, those sharp eyes that had burned you from indifference as well as interest when he had kissed you. A lady next to you offered you a tissue and you finally wiped your eyes and face, clearing your vision, and you checked your phone to see a notification, from him.

Hwi Min 🙄💕[8:37 PM] : Im so so so sorry. Ik you told me to stop saying it, but I do care abt you, Y/N. So I'm telling you again, Im sorry. I wish you the best. If you want to talk to me again after some time… you have my number.

[Blocked]

That was the best thing you could do to yourself ; erase everything about him in an instant, move on as quickly as you could, look in front of you instead of looking back. College life was waiting for you, a whole new world with your best friend as your roommate ; there would be plenty of nice guys there, and if there weren't any for you, you would wait until your time comes. You breathed calmly, your tears had finally stopped from running down your cheeks as you did this small lecture to yourself, but when you finally dared to look around you, you couldn't have felt more suffocated than with what you saw. Im Changkyun. He was sitting right there, and he was staring at you in return. He was there as the ghost he had always been, appearing freely in your life and crushing every one of your attempts not to care about love or boys. You couldn't believe it, mixed between shock and embarrassment that he had seen you cry another time. For how long had he been sitting there?

You saw him part his lips as if he was about to say something, also starting to shift his body as if he was going to move from his sit to come closer to you, but you couldn't admit it nor wanted to. This, wasn't the right moment. This, wasn't supposed to happen. What did chance had after you? Why did you come across him again, of all human beings on earth, and in addition when you were at your worst state, less than ready to deal with him heads up? Why did you have to face the first guy that had crushed your heart right after you had met with the second one you had wanted to give it to but who torn it apart as well?

You stood up on your wobbling legs - again - and all the other symptoms he made you sick with filled your body as you looked at him one last time before getting off the subway in precipitation. Sweat, chills, tachycardia, defective legs. You cursed under your breath, tears already foaming under your eyelids and blurring your sight once again, but even if you were going as fast as you could, it didn't beat Changkyun's determination to go after you another time. His suitcase rolling behind him, he pulled at it with all he could so that it wouldn't slow him down and, once you were outside, he finally got a hold of your arm.

"Y/N" he almost whispered, out of breath after this small race.

You didn't turn back, frozen by his hand on your body and his deep and low voice, that voice which melted so well in your ears, that muted every other sound around you, even the ones of the busy Seoul at night.

"Y/N, look at me" he spoke up again and you finally faced him.

It struck you, how much you had missed that face even if it had hurt you just to think of him. He hadn't changed, except for the fact that you found a glow in his eyes that hadn't been there the last time you had stood before him. He observed you from your head to your toes, thinking you were cute yet feminine in your huge knitted sweater and your ripped jeans, and finally, for the first time ever, he smiled at you. Purely, genuinely, simply. Weirdly enough, you felt your heart quiver in your chest when you had thought it was dead after having been stabbed by two boys in no time.

"Long time no see. Is it my turn to be the only one laughing at how fate hates us?" he asked but he waited patiently for your reaction, taking his time to engrave that image of you in the cold night, with tear-stained face and tiredness masking your traits, but still as beautiful as ever.

"I don't really have the energy to laugh right now, you can guess" you answered coldly, your voice weak and as you didn't bear to be that close to him again after all this time, after all your work to forget about him, you suddenly turned around and started to walk away.

Changkyun was surprised but, for the first time too, he followed once more, his feet pushed by the hands of excitement instead of being held by the ones of fear like they had.

"Wait wait wait Y/N, let’s-"

"Leave me alone, Im Changkyun." you told him once you had stopped walking because of a green light preventing you from crossing the street. "I don't know what the fuck you're doing here, and I don't care. I didn't want to see you ever again the last time we met, and it hasn't changed. Goodbye."

With those last words and before he could say anything else, you signaled a taxi to stop for you and fortunately it did, so you hopped in without giving the boy one last look, leaving him on the sidewalk to wonder what had just happened, just like you were doing in the car.

***

Silence had never seemed that unbearable. Because now that you were all by yourself, without the buzzing sound of the night and streets, you could only focus on what was on your own mind. And even when you turned on some music, his voice in your head wouldn't disappear.

Trying to empty your head had never been that hard. Because every time you closed your eyes to stop seeing his image on the ceiling facing you, it appeared under your eyelids as if it was tattooed there, replacing the old one of his face close to yours whose ink had finally started to disappear, so much you couldn't remember his traits in their most perfect moment.

You couldn't laugh at it this time like you had done 6 months ago. Not after what he had done to you, not after what Hwimin just had too. You had too many emotions to handle in just one night : you still hadn't processed that you were single again when you met Changkyun. But what was scaring and confusing you the most, was that seeing him again seemed to influence your well-being even more than being dumped by your now ex-boyfriend. You couldn't think of Hwimin's words anymore, as only those of Changkyun were remaining in your brain, deleting everything that had happened before. You couldn't remember how sincere Hwimin's expressions had been, as only the traits of Changkyun were freezing you in your spot under your blanket.

You had returned to the university's dorms by taxi, as you had already moved in a few days before in a hurry, happy to leave the bird's nest. Thankfully, your parents had accepted that you lived on campus even if your house wasn't that far from Seoul, but they had understood how much it was important for you to blend in your college life completely and to detach yourself from them.

Back to school was in two days. Only a weekend was left before the real start of everything, but you felt gloomy instead of thrilled, as you realized that in addition of not seeing Hwimin physically, you won't get to update him about your life as you used to before. You didn't have that special person anymore, the one everyone's waiting for even when they don't think about it ; the one you don't need to have something specific to talk about to send a message ; the one you knew was there whenever you needed him or her ; the one you could think of with a smile when you were feeling… Well, when you were feeling exactly like you were at this right instant. Now, picturing the face of Hwimin in your mind made you ache even more. You regretted having known someone like him, even having your first serious relationship ever, because now that you had seen how it was to have a boyfriend, not having one anymore and being single was harder to go through.

You felt gloomy until the day before your first day at college. You had spent the weekend at your parents' house, and on Sunday night they sent you back, your mother getting teary at the sight of her daughter leaving even if you assured her you would come back to them more frequently than what she thought.

"How are you feeling?" your best friend, Solhee, asked you as you both were packing your things for the next morning.

"About what? Tomorrow?"

"Don't play dumb with me. I'm talking about Hwimin." she answered with a serious tone, crossing her arms on her chest while turning around to look at you who was still placing stuff in your backpack.

"I'm… Fine, I guess, I mean I have to be." you sighed and you let yourself fall down on your bed once you were done.

You had decorated your room with small tinsels and pictures to make it feel a bit more like home, as you were going to be stuck in here most of the time. You looked at the fluorescent stars you had glued to the ceiling above you, another sigh leaving your lips as you thought of your ex again. Solhee had told you Hwimin had asked her about how you were doing, making you a bit angry because he had been the one to put you in this state in the first place, but also killing you as you couldn't help yourself from finding it sweet.

"Solhee-ah."

Your best friend plopped back on her bed too, before rolling on her side to look at you as you kept staring at the white ceiling, your arms under your head.

"Yes, Y/N-ah?"

"I saw him two days ago."

"Who? Hwimin?"

"And I'm the one playing dumb here? You already know that. But I didn't tell you… I saw Changkyun, the same day too."

She sat up as quickly as she had lied down, her eyes ten times bigger and her mouth wide open, making you laugh at the sight.

"WHAT? WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME?! HOW COME?! WHEN?! WHAT HAPPENED?!!!!"

"Calm the fuck down Solhee!!! We have neighbors now you know?!" you quickly whispered.

"You, tell me what happened. Now."

"That's exactly what I was about to do but I only can if you shut your mouth and listen." you replied while giving her a warning look, to which she nodded. "I told you how I constantly came across Changkyun back there in Busan. Well you know what? Even in Seoul, it seems that fate wants to kill me. I just had seen Hwimin, that is to say I just got dumped you know? I took the subway, I was crying like shit, and when I looked around, he was there, Solhee. He was sitting at like 3 meters away from me, and he was looking at me while I was crying. Do you believe that? Meeting randomly in Seoul, why not, but how come I enter the same wagon as him? Subways have like ten of them! And what's even better, is that instead of thinking of Hwimin and consider moving on, I think of Changkyun every single minute since Friday night and that's even worse. Everything you’ve tried to do makes no sense now, Solhee. I just lost the guy that was supposed to help me move on, and I met the guy I was supposed to forget about, exactly at the moment when I have no shield against him anymore. How come my life is so pathetic? Now I'm scared to death to go outside because I'm sure he'll be there! He had a suitcase!!!"

You felt at the verge of crying again now that you had said out loud how blurred your situation was. But even if it had relieved you to release the voices in your head, thinking that once they were out you wouldn't hear them anymore, you shouldn't have brought this subject right before your first day of college, as Solhee and you talked and talked without checking the alarms next to your beds. But it was too late to regret it when you finally woke up in the morning, your eyes sticky and your mind hardly processing what time it was until you saw it was ten minutes before the start of the first class.

"Solhee-ah. SOLHEE-AH. YA YOON SOLHEE!" you finally screamed, and your best friend jumped out of her bed once she heard you stutter the time it was.

Soon enough, you were slipping on some clothes from your wardrobe without looking at them or making sure they matched, your eyes still not adapting to the morning light your now opened window was revealing, and you felt in such a state of panic that you almost puked before going outside. How could you be late on the first day? How could you do this to yourself? You were supposed to have a fresh start, not a remarkable one because of your poor attitude, and you were already getting hot from embarrassment when you reached the door of the small amphitheater you had lost even more time to find.

If you had imagined your first day at university with a fresh makeup on your face and an outfit you were confident with, a bright smile disguising your lips making the rays of sun look dim, the reality was far from it. It's with sweaty foreheads and loud breathings taking from you the last ounce of glamour you could have, that your best friend and you finally found the courage to enter the class after having knocked. Students started to laugh and whisper with their mouths behind their hands, while the teacher turned around slowly to look at you move forward on the tip of your toes and with your back bent, as if it would make you tinier and your appearance a little bit more discreet.

To your despair, the only few folding seats left were apart from each other, and without even looking or thinking properly, you sat down on the first one you saw and so did Solhee. You hung your head low as you heard people talking – or more joking – about you, making you blush even more and want to bury your body under the magnificent grass of the campus. You hated being the center of rumors or whatever would circulate between the walls of this classroom and the whole university after that, and you felt the need to puke coming back as you started to imagine what label would be put on you after that. The late ugly girl? The sweaty breathy one? The head-in-the ass?

"I'm letting it go today, but don't be late next time girls! I know it's back to school and it's hard to wake up, but you have to get used to it and really quickly!" the teacher said with a smile, making you smile in return but your heart didn't feel at ease yet.

You pushed your back further into your seat and you let a sigh leave your lips, trying to focus on what the accounting teacher was explaining about this year's program, but your shame was still burning your ears and preventing you from listening apart from the whispers still swishing in the air.

"I didn't know you were this kind of girl, you were always on time last summer" you suddenly heard a deep voice coming from your right, a voice you knew too well and that got you cold in an instant even if you had been boiling from shame and from your morning race.

You slowly turned your head and yes, Im Changkyun was sitting next to you. You could see each pore of his light skin, smell each component from his perfume, and feel each inch of his knee against yours. It can't be.

"Stop staring at me, you're making this even weirder", your neighbor said in a quiet voice, and you faced your desk again, starting to sort out your things on it.

He hadn't had the time to properly process your entry through the door, because even if you had not noticed him first, when you sat down next to him without paying attention, it had forced him to digest the reality of the situation quicker than it would have took. You were here, once again, so close he could touch you this time. He had anticipated this exact moment since he had seen you two days before, since you had rejected him for the first time when he had always been the one to do it, and since it had bothered him more than he would have thought. Nevertheless, when it finally happened, he discovered he should've prepared himself instead of thinking his denial would work forever. Because the second you stepped your feet in the amphitheater, he felt dizzy, hit by his now well-known wave of feelings but with way much more violence than before, putting his strategy at stake one more time.

Your panicked hands almost made some pencils fall and roll down to the ground, which would have been the utmost of your morning shame, but "luckily" Changkyun caught them on their way, and his hand brushed yours when he put them back into their place. You almost screamed at the feeling of his skin touching even slightly yours, bringing back the painful memories of when you had bandaged him. Your heart should have been calmed down by now even after its physical effort, but its beating was getting worse. You couldn't help yourself from losing your nerve ; not since he was that close to you, not until you would have him in your sight, not as it felt like the worst morning of your life.

"What are you doing here?" you finally asked that dumb question, your fuzzy mind speaking for itself.

"Same as you, studying" Changkyun answered, his eyes on the teacher walking in the amphitheater and his small lips almost curving into a smile.

How could he smile in this situation? Of course he could, he was granted another opportunity to humiliate and annoy you just by being right here, heads up.

"I meant, why here?" you insisted, looking for any possible answers as to why chance would do this to you another time.

You needed to understand how come he could come after you and your weak heart 6 months later, or find a situation you'd believe would have brought him here next to you rationally. He was more than beautiful, with his black perfecto and his visible forehead, and your mind was drifting in limbo as you could only feel and see him even without looking at him directly.

It was as if in a second, he could absorb all the landscape around to make you focus on him and him only. Changkyun sighed and finally looked at you, his sharp eyes giving you the same chills as usual, the ones you weren't able to prevent and that made every single hair on your body stand.

"Why not? It's the university I wanted, should I say sorry?" he asked with the only tone he used with you, and you could perceive it even if it was hushed.

"What major are you in?" you pursued, praying it would differ from yours.

"Finance."

You sighed in relief because you had chosen marketing and strategic management, as its spirit had always been around you with the commercial environment your parents had raised you in. You hadn't wanted to push your experience and knowledge on the side, and chose to use it to be even better than your parents, in a bigger frame, and hopefully a different field.

"Now can you stop with the examination? You told me two days ago that I should stay out of your life and here you are according me all your attention, does it make sense?" he added as he wrote something on his notebook.

You hadn't missed his cocky side – well maybe you had – but after so much time apart from him, you couldn't deal with it as patiently as before, so your blood boiled the second he started to pull the sarcastic card with you, making you kick his calf under the table. He snapped back his head in your direction, eyes opened wide and filled with annoyance, and you forced yourself to keep yours on your notebook you finally filled with messy notes. But soon enough, you being right-handed and him left-handed, you began to bother each other, your elbows never ceasing to bang. Having him beside you was enough to make you hypersensitive ; touching him above all was scratching the last willpower you had inside of you to remain still as if he was unknown.

"Oh my goodness would you stop eating up my personal space or what?" he finally whispered, giving you one more nudge.

"They say left-handed people are weird, I get why you're such a dork" you joked without moving and you saw him put his pen down to pinch his nose bridge.

How could you be joking with him?

"We're original, you should use the right words."

"Soooo original that you dye your hair grey like any Instagram girl would do."

Why are you still taking to him?

You heard him chuckle and, weirdly, a smile crept up your lips that you bit not to show it.

"At least I have a proper back-to-school outfit those Instagram girls would love and tag, because yours…"

You quickly looked at yourself, with a pair of boyfriend jeans, a sweater you shouldn't have found in your wardrobe in the first place and unmatching socks, and you clicked your tongue against your palate, making him smile without you seeing. What was happening? He was like he had been at first last summer, annoying you but in a harmless way – the way that made you fall for him –, while the last time you properly spoke he had been the worst bastard in South Korea. Did distance and time help him to reflect on what he had done to you? So much that you were laughing and joking together like classmates would do? This wasn't right, you shouldn't be so peaceful with him next to you, so you soon refrained yourself from sympathizing any longer.

Changkyun saw immediately your change of attitude as you shifted in your seat and fixed your gaze on the board, no longer hiding behind your hair to talk to him, and his heart missed a beat. But it was nothing compared to how much he had missed you. He had missed seeing you work at his side, he had missed your profile, he had missed your upset tone, and he had missed just having the right to look at you like he was right now, soon forgetting to keep up with the class and to write the formulas. STOP. Stand your ground.

Neither of you would have imagined that your reunion would be the way it was now. It was as if nothing had ever happened, as if the 6 months never created the hole you thought it had, as if he had never hurt you nor kissed you and you just had met him again under other circumstances, recovering naturally the cat and dog relationship you had gotten used to. As if you still liked him the way you did, forgetting the feelings you grew for Hwimin as the ones Changkyun owned just took back their place.

Everything was wrongfully right, how your hearts were beating fast but in some harmony you weren't aware of yet, how each other's presence disturbed as much as it pleased you, and how, as freaking as it was for you to admit, you both felt something lit up definitively in your chest, after it had started to sparkle two days ago at the subway station.

When the bell rang, you threw your things into your backpack and stormed to the door, excusing yourself a second time to your professor, and soon your best friend was running after you as you were walking away as fast as you could.

"Ya! Why are you in such a hurry?! We're not late to the next class so slow down!"

"He's here, Solhee!"

You stopped in your tracks in the hallway, looking for the closest exit to you. You needed to breathe properly, you needed to float back after having drowned into your emotions the moment you saw him, making you unable to swim through them and think properly.

"Who?" Solhee asked, her brows raised and she turned around to see what you were looking at.

Changkyun had just gone out of the classroom and you saw him quickly hug someone, who you soon recognized as Hoseok once he faced your direction and started to walk by his side. The world is way too small. You suddenly remembered Hoseok's answer when you had asked him where he was studying at the party, but you had forgotten about it with the distress of the events that had followed.

"Changkyun." you sighed.

Solhee gasped when she finally saw the man that had caused you that much trouble with her own two eyes for the first time, and she grabbed you by the sleeve before shaking it crazily. You were over the panic stage now, you had dealt with it way better than you thought through the first hour, almost too well as you had even managed to smile at his sentences instead of wanting to murder him the second he opened his mouth.

And the second he passed you, his footsteps matching the pace of your heartbeat, you knew nothing had changed ; your feelings had just stood quiet but never faded away, and they were now screaming inside of you, tearing everything apart and ruining every single bit of the wall you had tried to build between him and you.

***

Nothing had changed, neither had Changkyun's disowned feelings for you when he saw you the next day, sitting close to the window and chatting with the girl you had arrived late with. You were lit by the morning rays of the sun, and it was as if he was going blind, seeing nothing except for you, shining like you already did back then. Having kept his mouth shut, having forbidden his inner emotions from getting released made him feel sick at your sight, chills running down his spine while his head was burning. Just like you had been, Changkyun was still having a difficult time to deal with the surprise comeback you had made in his life, and as his eyes were getting teary from the non-stop staring, he cursed himself when he heard his name called.

"Im Changkyun, am I right?"

You hadn't seen him coming in, so you looked behind you to see him sitting a few seats away. You pinched yourself but he didn't disappear, and your best friend didn't miss this chance to remind you how cursed you must be.

"Yes, ma'am" he said calmly as he stood up, under the eyes of the hundredth students in the room.

"Stop staring at this beautiful lady, would you? And come to the board to solve this problem instead" the teacher said, earning some laughs and boos but also your shocked look when you understood that she had been referring to yourself.

Changkyun shrugged nonchalantly and walked to the white board before taking the felt pen to write down an answer which, to your great surprise, was the right one. Everybody clapped him and the teacher jokingly added to your attention :

"He's already fond of you and he's smart, you can go to him, miss!"

You gulped and gazed over your shoulder to see Changkyun smile cockily, his left ankle resting on his right knee and his arms extended at his sides as if he was sitting in his sofa back home. But when you looked with more attention, you saw his ears turning red, sign of the embarrassment he was going through and that shook you twice more. Had he really been staring at you?

Nothing had changed, neither had chance that was against you since the very beginning of your relationship. Two days had gone by and you already were having a hard time ignoring Changkyun's ghost roaming around you, costing you his visits in your dreams where you couldn't escape and had to face his beautiful traits. For the very first time in your life, you were thankful to have loads of homework in no time, helping you to focus on anything but him, anything but the spark that won't stop from itching next to your heart, anything but your fate laughing at you.

Once again, you should have known better than to go down the path leading you towards him with your eyes closed, as it only made worse the times you had to face him inevitably. Indeed, until the end of the week, there wasn't a day where you didn't see him. In the hallways, in the classrooms and amphitheaters as his course had a lot of common classes with yours, in the cafeteria where he would sit in your sight wherever you would go, on the campus where he would play football with other boys… And every single time, you felt the hands of love pull at the strings of your heart, causing the same pain you had felt during all August after he had been an asshole, and that went on until Hwimin came into your life to untie them a little.

But their grip was ten times harder now, as you were realizing it had taken only a few days for your feelings you tried to bury to free themselves every time, as if they were zombies craving to eat up your heart. So what was going to happen to you as you were going to see him during all four seasons? Would you be able to move on?

It had just been a week, and you already weren't hating on him anymore, as all your brain did was betraying you every single time it diverted your eyes to his silhouette. Your best friend diagnosed you with the Stockholm syndrome, as you liked the person who had caused you so much pain and had been nothing else but rude to you, and she scolded you every once in a while when she caught you staring at him in class without even realizing it.

He wasn't paying attention to you like you did, as every time you watched he was talking joyfully with his new friends, or even seemed to be flirting with girls that appreciated his cocky demeanor as much as you did. And even if Solhee ended up making you pinky promise not to get flustered because of Im Changkyun and ignore him all year long so that he wouldn't hurt you anymore, how were you supposed to stay true to your word when even the university brought the two of you together continuously?

On the Monday of the second week, you had a law class about contracts between companies, which Changkyun attended too. Your hands were aching from all the definitions you were noting, and you felt relieved when the professor took a break to announce the first project you had to do. He split the students in two groups, each one having a company as a client, and you had to prepare your arguments to defend them in a contract conflict. He explained you'll get to advocacy before the class in groups of 4. Speaking in public wasn't really a matter to you as you were a good speaker and were used to talk with your parents' clients, but somehow this time you felt uneasy, especially because Changkyun was on your opponent's side and you feared fate would make you go against him.

You decided to go to the library to work on it after classes, around 5 pm. It was gigantic and full of quiet students, with their heads already in their books and computers, and it hit you that university gathered at least ten times the amount of students your high school had, making you regret your decision of stepping in as it was going to be a never-ending hunt. You finally rushed to the first place you saw in the corner of the immense room, at a table hidden between bookshelves, and you dropped your things on it before leaving to purchase the books you needed to study.

You were walking slowly between the wooden alleys, amazed at how organized they were, when you finally found your prey. But when you were about to put your hand on it to take it with you, another one coming from the other side of the bookshelf grasped it, and soon the work disappeared in front of your eyes. You bent to observe who was the person that had a hold of it through the shelves, willing to ask him or her to lend it to you just for one hour as it was the last one, but what you saw blocked your voice in your throat.

"I'm sorry Y/N, but I need this too" Changkyun whispered to your attention with a sly smile and wiggling brows, making you want to reach your hand above the books and smack him.

He blew you a kiss and you almost had a heart attack at this sight, freezing for a few seconds in your spot while your mouth had turned dry, but when he suddenly disappeared you sped up to catch him in his alley. However, Changkyun had already walked away and you sighed in defeat, going back to your place without paying attention to the boy in the seat in front of yours, a book opened wide before him. Until your eyes met his and you gasped, as every time he randomly appeared in front of you.

"You want it so bad that you followed me?" he whispered, leaning his elbows on the table and smiling – again – at you.

"I didn't see you, or I wouldn't be there, believe me." you replied, rolling your eyes at the same time.

You quickly put on your earphones, refusing to hear another octave coming from his low voice that made your body and heart quiver, and you did the best you could to concentrate on your law notes that scorched your cells, hoping you'd come up with at least one argument. However, as usual, Changkyun's presence ended up distracting you. He was so close you could smell his perfume again, a mix of something masculine and really fresh, that made you want to huddle against him as well as push him far away. He had put his black hood on his greyish hair that was messy on his forehead. You noticed how his lips were slightly apart, mouthing silently some words he seemed to be reading to remember, and you were amazed at the new side of him you were observing, the good student one, and you fell for it as well as you had with the others, not that it surprised you anymore.

When he suddenly lifted his head to look at you, you closed your eyes and feigned to be memorizing in your own but really weird way. You slowly opened them when you felt something slip to you, poking against your forearms on the table and you saw the book opened before you with Changkyun's hands spread on it.

"You can have it." he simply said before retiring his hands decorated with rings, which made his pianist's fingers even more beautiful.

"Are you really being nice to me for the first time in your life?" you asked, truly shocked by his sudden rush of kindness.

"Should I change my mind then?" Changkyun answered, starting to slide back the book to him.

You put your hands on his without thinking twice, regretting it the second you felt his skin under yours, but you were really desperate to use this book. The boy looked at your hands on his with curious eyes, his brows furrowed and his head tilted to the side, before inspiring some air with a weird noise.

"Why did you take it in the first place if you were going to use it for like…Ten minutes?" you mumbled shyly, starting to pull to your side of the table.

"It's been twenty, and I took pictures of what I needed."

He retired his hands under yours with an abrupt move that surprised you, a look of annoyance clear on his traits as he backed in his seat and poked his cheek with his tongue, and you slowly brought the book close to you, a familiar hot feeling creeping up your cheeks. Yes, he felt upset, because you didn't seem that flustered to have touched him while he had lost any sensations in his hands, putting them in the pockets of his hoodie so that you didn't see them tremble.

What he didn't notice though, was that you were hiding behind the book to prevent him from seeing how easy it was for him to fluster you. As time passed by, you finally forced yourself to work now that you had the book in your hands so no excuse to daydream, and the library started to empty itself as well as your table.

Changkyun wasn't willing to leave until you were, him too looking at you while you were working and feeling as swayed as you. Seeing your lips slightly swollen from how hard you were biting at them as you were concentrating made him think of that one time he had kissed you, and he wondered if it would feel the same if he did it with a sober mind, if he had only felt everything he had because of alcohol, or if doing it again would dangerously make him stop lying to himself.

Night fell soon, and the library was about to close when you tidied up your desk and picked up the books you had borrowed to put them back into their places. You felt satisfied with what you had crafted, even if you would have done twice its amount hadn't it been for Changkyun facing you, but you felt proud nonetheless as you overcame his presence. Students were hurrying around you to the exit but you didn't catch on the last warning the supervisor made as you still had music in your ears. You were in the archives' alleys, situated upstairs, and you were having a hard time trying to reach the shelf you had to put your last book on, when suddenly you felt someone behind you taking the work out of your hands and place it on your behalf.

You turned around to thank your savior but you were met with Changkyun's chest really close to yours, his right arm still frozen in the air above your head as you surprised him by moving so quickly, and you looked at each other without a word. His face was as close as when he had been about to kiss you, his small lips forming a thin line while yours were apart, and you felt your heart fly up to your throat, ready to go out and offer itself in his hands.

Suddenly, all the lights turned off. You jumped in fear, your chest bumping against his torso and instinctively, Changkyun got closer to you, pushing you against the bookshelf with his right hand grabbing the shelf he had been reaching, while his left arm wrapped itself around you in a protective way. You stopped breathing, suffocated by the unexpected physical contact you had for the first time, and even more because he didn't let go of you even by the time he should have realized how weird it was. When you realized how close he was, you couldn't prevent yourself from lifting your chin to try to look at his face – how stupid.

Then, even if you weren't really sure of what you were seeing because of the darkness, it seemed like he was starting to close the gap between your face and his. You panicked at this image so you closed your eyes, grasping the ends of your oversize shirt and tightening the fabric to the point your nails left their traces in your palms. You were about to make a move too, his lips calling for you and yours craving to taste them after so long, but as soon as you remembered the disastrous sequels of your first kiss and how it had meant nothing to him, you went out of your trance.

"Would you let me go?!" you finally exclaimed, the dim light of the moon and public lightning coming through the windows outlining his silhouette that took a step back, freeing you from his hug.

"I'm-I'm…sorry, I was s-surprised" he stuttered, scratching his neck with his hand.

He had had his nose in your hair that smelled like honey and flowers, and he surely got drunk for a second because of it, losing track of time and his primary senses that would have warned him he was being creepy by keeping you in his arms. And the moment he had seen you look at him and your lips so close to his, he had felt the same way he had the first time he had had this privilege, the desire to kiss you pushing his neck forward towards you. Had you noticed his attempt?

"Sure, fuckboy" you hissed, annoyed by the return of your wobbling legs at his touchy behavior.

Had he even tried to kiss you? Or wasn't it you who imagined things because that's what you had wanted? In either way, you felt dizzy just by thinking you had been ready to initiate a kiss or wish for one even after all the things he had done to you.

"Hey, that was-"

You quickly grabbed your phone in the back pocket of your jeans and activated its lamp, and before he could answer to your insult, you went down the big spiral staircase in a rush, shouting the intendant's name, in vain. You were alone in the library, in the dark, and you ran towards the entry to discover you were locked up. You started to bang on the door and call for any help, but you saw through the glasses that the hallways were as dark and empty as the room you were in. People sure know how to hurry themselves when they're heading home.

"Would you come down and help me?" you shouted to his attention, returning to the back of the library.

"What for? There's nobody, and I'm fine being locked in here, at least I have all the books I want right now and no one to annoy me" he answered without bothering to go down.

"Are you kidding me?!"

"Would you stop screaming?" he hissed, his voice also getting higher. "I almost forgot you when I said no one to annoy me... Go get panicked on your own, I'm fine looking at everything I want right now."

You scoffed, disbelief and irritation gaining you and you started to walk back and forth in the big room to expel it. Was he really going to be difficult in such a situation?

"Did they check on us? Did they call us? Because I swear if they did and you didn't tell me I'm gonna kill you!" you started to fulminate again while Changkyun was still upstairs, but a hand on his heart to feel its crazy beating after having held and almost kissed you, instead of admiring the books like he had said.

So she's okay with what just happened? Didn't she tell me she likes me? Is it over? Why am I the one dying here?

"Why would you think I'd do this?" he asked in return, his voice almost a moan as he was dealing with his emotions, while his face was turning red and sweat was drooling on his body.

"I don't know, the second the lights turn down, you take me in your arms like some creepy guy and now you have no problem staying locked here with me, so maybe that's your fuckboy thing…"

So she didn't notice.

"Aish here you go again. Since when am I a fuckboy?"

You stopped in your tracks and lifted your head to where the archives were, discovering he was in the same spot you had left him.

"What a great way to appreciate books, standing still" you pointed, crossing your arms on your chest.

"Since when am I a fuckboy?" he reiterated in a more serious tone, this time walking to the rope separating the floor from the void under his feet.

"Since I've seen you at the pool party." you immediately answered to see his face contort in an expression of confusion.

You couldn’t be stuck in here with him, and the situation itself was driving you crazy. You wouldn't survive being alone with him another time, you knew it, as you were already struck by the symptoms he poisoned your body with each time. Do not get flustered, you promised Y/N. However, you had started to when you had almost succumbed to your deepest temptation the second you had landed your eyes on his face close to yours.

Changkyun stopped breathing as your words hit his throat like a knife, and he felt sorry again for what he had done to you. But what eased his mind was, as you had expected and were regretting, he also caught that the pool party was still lingering in your mind as it did in his.

"It was just a game, Y/N." he said, but in reality it was more to reassure himself.

You felt your heart compress itself, apparently still affected by this stupid kiss and how he hadn't felt the same things you had. Nope, he didn't try to kiss you girl. Amazing, you're seeing things now.

Changkyun's eyes opened wide as he saw your traits decompose at his answer, remembering it hadn't been just a game for you back then. Shit Im Changkyun.

"Yeah sure, thanks for reminding me captain obvious." you mumbled.

"What? You wanted it to be something else? Ah right, you liked it..."

His dumbass and playful mind spoke on his behalf and he bit his tongue a little too late. What are you doing Changkyun?

You shot him a deadly glare in payback of the deadly arrow he just had shot you, burning from rage and embarrassment. You were about to scream at him to fuck off, but when you saw a trash can in front of you full off crushed papers, you stormed to it under his scared eyes, and you came back in his sight to throw some at him, your arms trembling from the overfull of emotions.

"Are-you-fucking-kidding-me?!" you finally screamed, each word accompanied by a ball of paper.

Changkyun was so surprised that he only defended himself at the third shot, stepping back to where you couldn't reach him.

"How dare you say something like that?! You're fucking disgusting! Who do you think you are?!"

"Hey hey hey ! I'm sorry! I was just kidding, why are you taking it that seriously? Calm down!" he apologized, extending his hands before him to surrender.

You didn't know what to answer, as it was risking to admit you were that affected because you still had feelings for him and that the souvenir he had brought up was the most painful one to you, even more now that you had been about to play it again. With him making fun of it above all, just made your heart ache as it showed you another time he was only on the receiving end, not giving you anything in return that could be close to him liking you.

"I was listening to my music too, Y/N. I couldn't hear them" he spoke up as he looked at you from his height. "So stop your assumptions and imagining things about me, it's pretty annoying."

You felt overpowered by him as he was staring at you, lazily leaned on the wooden rope.

"I know how much of a jerk you can be, sorry for making scenarios that suit you too damn well." you replied back while you started to search for the university's number on the internet.

"Y/N I-"

"Hello? Yes, we're two students locked up in the library and…"

Changkyun stopped listening to what you were saying as an internal struggle took place in his mind, a part of him dying to snatch your phone from your hands as he wanted this moment to last, another one screaming as usual to "stand his ground" and to play the indifferent one. But the more he was standing still and looking at you, shining upon the darkness of the room surrounding you, the more his leg was jumping up and down from torment, and he stopped the debate by going straight to you. He had just reached the last step and was about to take action when your last words petrified him :

"Yes, thank you."

You turned around and when you saw him right behind you, you gasped and took a step back.

"What do you think you're doing?"

"N-Nothing… I wanted to hear what the watchman was saying, that's all."

"Couldn't you wait like normal people would do?"

"You know I'm not" he seemingly joked, a smile curving his lips and giving him that jerk vibe you hated and loved so much at the same time. You must be crazy Y/N.

"He said he's sending someone but it'll take a little time as we are at the other side of the campus. Now stay away from me."

"I'm sorry about earlier" he reiterated in a low, almost hushed tone, and you looked at him without moving further as you had planned to, and the obscurity around you participated to your loss of focus on anything except for him.

"About what? There are too many things a jerk like you should be sorry for you know" you finally replied, averting your gaze to your phone.

You couldn't look at him anymore. Not with his face under the moonlight, not when your mouth was burning as it was dying to crash against his the more you looked at it.

"Then I'm sorry for whatever is fine by you" he said, taking a step forward and motioning his hands towards you, before putting them back in his hoodie's pockets when he saw you hadn't noticed.

He couldn't have been weaker than how he was at this right instant, but Changkyun finally felt he won't resist to you any longer, even more now that you didn't seem within his reach as you had been 6 months ago. He clearly saw in the way you looked and talked to him, that you had learned to despise him as he had wanted ; but crossing your path again had shaken him to the core, every part of him guided by fear, but not the one to love you, no ; the one to lose you. He had found you again, he had felt something again, and now that you were the one pushing him away, it was awakening his male instincts to run after you. Holding a girl in his arms hadn't felt this right, wanting to kiss her but not being able to had never killed and stimulated him the way it did now.

"I'm not interested, that's too easy" you chuckled. "And I still don't get why you're nice to me, but whatever your reason is, just stop."

Deep inside though, you were going crazy because of his identity changes in no time, from the mean giber to the nice charmer, and also because of how you managed to like every single part of him. What was happening to him? Why was he apologizing? You weren't going to fall for it ; it probably was in his favor and not in yours if you did.

"Aish, why are you being so difficult? I'm apologizing here!" he growled, his hand fumbling in his hair and when he turned his head to the side, his eyes caught one ray of the moon that made them shine like two stars in the deep galaxy you were sinking in.

You sneered, satisfied to see him destabilized and annoyed at your rejection, and you turned your back to him before walking to a seat that had been behind you.

"What about we share what we did for the law class? Then we can go together and have a great mark" he proposed as he sat in the middle of the stairs, with a little voice expressing his shyness as well as his fingers he was playing with between his legs.

"Ah, I see why you apologized, I was sure you wanted to get something from me. No thanks, I'm not interested in that either."

"I told you to stop making assumptions! It wasn't for that!" he complained. "I just saw you were having a hard time earlier and my father is a business lawyer so I could help! But fine!"

Changkyun lost his temper, slouching against the steps behind him and he looked at the ceiling to calm down, frustrated at how you kept putting his attempts at bay. He didn't know what to do ; still, he couldn't prevent himself from trying to reach you. And even when you annoyed him like you were right now, he couldn't find the strength he had had before to stand his ground as his armor had left him the second he had felt you close to him.

***

Guilty. You felt guilty for having been swayed so easily one more time. You felt guilty for having waited for your intern alarm to ring to stop yourself from kissing him, when you shouldn't have wanted to in the first place. Most of all, you felt guilty when you thought of how quick you seemed to have move on from your relationship with Hwimin, not thinking of him at all as Changkyun had your brain in his hands along with your heart now.

But at least, you were willing to try not to be convicted guilty by the jury today, as the day of the mock trials had come. During the week following your confinement in the library, you had caught Changkyun's gaze on you when you had thought he didn't care, but you had chosen to stop playing films in your mind or see things like you had as it only pushed you over the edge where a loveless relationship was waiting for you.

You had a hard time to fall asleep the night before, as you didn't feel confident in what you had planned to say to save your fake client, so when you arrived in the amphitheater, holding your notes close to you even once you were seated, you were oddly about to cry. What was happening to you? You had prepared, so what was wrong? Since when did you let your personal feelings interfere into your work life instead of dealing with it?

Changkyun noticed how pale you were when you entered and he didn't prevent himself from looking at you, concern arising in his chest. You hadn't addressed him a word after his offer in the library, simply sitting on your chair and your eyes glued to your phone. You both had waited for an intendant to come and free you from your prison of books, in a silence that had been as unbearable to Changkyun as white noise. He had opened and closed his mouth from time to time, searching for what he could say to make you talk to him or reachable again ; however, he hadn't dared, letting himself contemplate your silhouette in awe instead. He had made his decision that night, the one to chase you until you won't be afraid of him anymore, the one to do what he hadn't done back then, the one to finally assume his feelings for you as not doing so was only torturing him.

However, chance had decided to put some obstacles on his way to you once again, as the teacher picked both his name and yours to go against one another. You froze in your spot and dared to look at your opponent with unpleased eyes, but Solhee held your arm reassuringly, which gave you a boost of confidence. However, it was only a small one, only sufficient to help you go to the stage without falling because of your trembling legs. But when the guy you liked joined you, you could feel him absorb every ounce of assurance you had in you like the black hole he was, and you started to bit your bottom lip with anticipation.

Changkyun had begged any force above him to prevent you and him to go together, but it seemed he hadn't been heard. He was well prepared, maybe too much, but with his father's help and signature in his pleading, he knew he was about to crush any opponent he was going to face with his sledgehammer arguments. How he had wished it hadn't been you.

You could see how ready he was in the way he was walking before sitting next to the teacher on the platform to hear you first ; he even had styled his hair and put on suit pants with derbies. Shit, he's handsome. You had dared to put a dressy blouse, white with elegant embroideries, but you felt ridiculous next to him who had natural charism and an aura that devoured everything around you – and seemingly around all the girls that were staring at him lovingly.

You displayed your notes on the teacher's desk and started to talk with the best poker face you had, your hands linked together and your voice the loudest it could be with the stress lacing your throat. Changkyun was admiring you as you were defending your non-existent client, touching your hair from time to time without even realizing it, stuttering at the beginning of some sentences but never failing to keep on. He could see how anxious you were as you went back and forth on stage, pointing at him with less conviction than a real lawyer would, not daring to look your audience in the eye like you were doing with the market's clients, and he felt even sorrier to be speaking after as he knew he was more than prepared. He was formatted. His father had made him repeat again and again his speech, wanting his son to obtain a top mark as he had helped him. And if it hadn't been for him and for the time he had spared, Changkyun would have let you win or would have been less harsh. Unfortunately, he couldn't.

So he stood up at the end of your pleading, letting the students applaud you while the teacher was taking notes silently, and he placed himself right in front of the desk, his notes behind him without bothering to look at them. He didn't need to. He looked at you one last time over his shoulder, catching the distress in your pupils as well as some regret because you didn't do it perfectly like you had wanted to, but he had to put on the skin of a lawyer determined to win this case, and staring at you was only going to persuade him not to. He turned back to the rest of the room, and the moment he started to speak, you knew, the students knew, the teacher knew.

The moment he used humor, the moment he interacted with his fake jury, the moment he managed to smile, the moment his voice was the loudest you've ever heard and his words the fairest you've ever known coming from him, everybody knew he just had crushed you and that he had won. He was being the heartless business lawyer you've always pictured in your mind, so that when he looked at you and said your pleading was ridiculous before pointing at everything you said to turn it into shit, you felt tears pricking under your eyelids. Was it his revenge for you turning down his offer to collaborate?

Still, he was wonderful as a lawyer, with his deep tone captivating everyone's attention and his gait the most assured he had ever pulled ; with his perfect diction and his cocky demeanor perfectly in its place ; and you were already hanging your head low in defeat as you heard how loud the cheers were as well as the claps from your teacher.

Nevertheless, you hadn't expected the latter to be as harsh with you as he was about to be. You just wanted to go back to your place and let the students forget about your poor performance by seeing the following ones, but you ignored the teacher had chosen to do a feedback right after, in front of everyone.

"Well well well… I guess we all agree about who the winner is, right?"

The never ending cheers and calls for Changkyun's name were pressing your urge to cry, feeling mortified and disappointed at yourself. You had worked hard, but obviously, when it had to do with him, you always ended up in a situation of shame and deception. Changkyun was looking at you from the corner of his eye, his hands behind his back and his body swaying back and forth between his heels and his toes, as he was hanging on for the verdict.

"Im Changkyun, congratulations! You have to follow your father's steps!"

The boy bowed and you didn't dare to look at him, your eyes glued to your shoes as you only waited for this moment to end. His glory was your despair, his smile was your tears, his happiness was your suffering, and you couldn't handle it anymore. You still heard his speech in your mind, remembering every single adjective he employed to qualify your arguments, every single mockery he had made that had replaced the memory every student in the room would have of it, not even recognizing your hard work.

"Y/L/N Y/N… I hope you're not expecting to become a business lawyer, you don't have the cloth for it… I was yawning during your pleading, you had no confidence and your arguments, well, there were good ones but how you brought them… So regretful! I read your parents are market sellers, I hope you express yourself better when you talk with clients because I wonder how you convince them otherwise! I'm saying this for you of course; it's just that you need to be… more persuasive, hm?"

Changkyun shot a panicked glare to the teacher who was expecting your reaction, and some students started to whisper and laugh quietly while others were feeling sorry for you, which you hated even more. You didn't want anyone to pity you, it made you feel even more ridiculous. You caught the stare of your best friend in the crowd, her eyes filled with sorrow as you started to chuckle, laughing at yourself without even realizing it. Then, you only nodded, swallowing back your tears as you sadly smiled to your class.

"Sir, I think she also did a great job it was really hard for me to rebound on everything she said, she was well prepared" Changkyun suddenly spoke up, and you stared at him with anger in your eyes, unable to understand how he could play the nice one again when he had just trampled on you seconds ago.

"Ayyyyy, don't be so nice, there's a reason why you won and by evident majority boy! You can dispose! Now, who's next? After a performance like this one, I'm sure everyone's scared!"

You were knocked out. You went up to your sit and heard a few "You did well Y/N" on your way, but you didn't care. The teacher had humiliated you in a way that hurt too bad for you to recover from it anytime soon. Bringing up your parents in front of everyone, exposing your family's situation to judge you, was the worst he could have done, and he had. Solhee tried to grab you by the hand but you gently dismissed her, and for the last 45 minutes, you didn't hear nor pay attention to the wannabe-lawyers speaking in front of you. None of them received the same ovation as Changkyun, but he wasn't feeling victorious at all ; he had just torn your work apart so, once again, he was the reason you were about to cry and he hated himself for that.

When the bell rang, you told Solhee you wanted to be alone and you stormed to the exit, needing some fresh air and a quiet place to cry your heart out as it was drowned in your sadness. And as guilty as ever, once again running behind you as if he was attracted like a magnet, Changkyun caught your wrist as you had started to cross the grass to go straight to a lonely tree, as lonely as you.

"Y/N! I'm sorry I-"

You turned on your heels and shook your arm off his grasp abruptly, making his eyes open wide. Seeing your tear-stained face as well as anger in your eyes threw him back to the pool party, and his stomach started to knot.

"Oh save it Im Changkyun the greatest! Leave me alone!"

You moved forward again, but you felt his hand grab yours another time. And like the time at the pool party, you cried even more, but thankfully there were only the both of you on this side of the campus.

"Don't cry, you did really well he's just an asshole!"

"Oh no, what he said was right and you can't agree more can you? You said everything he thinks in your speech when you ridiculed my work! You wanted to help me last week? My ass! I'm pretty sure if I had given you any of my arguments in advance, I would've been murdered by your words by now! But well done! You won, congrats Changkyun! Now leave me the fuck alone!" you said as you started to applaud him.

You couldn't bear his face anymore, your heart was ripped and facing the one it had foolishly been beating for since summertime was killing it.

"You have no right to give me intentions I don't have, Y/N! I really wanted to help you, you refused but I'm over it! I didn't expect to go against you, you know? I told you I had my father to help me, it's all thanks to him, I would've said the same things with any of my opponents!"

"Oh really? You perfectly quoted my sentences before telling it's shit though, I doubt your father had predicted that or that everyone speaks like me so stop it already!" you burst out, your feet moving backwards two times, your need to be alone screaming at you to satisfy it.

Changkyun moved forward, matching his steps along with yours. He had made his decision, but unlike the previous ones he hadn't been able to stick to, this time he was sure of what he was doing, and his guts were there to help him carry it. He liked you, he fucking liked you, every cell of his brain, every beat of his heart, every motion of his body was telling it, so he was going to move forward to you, he was going to walk to you on the path chance had decided to trace between the both of you, and without being scared anymore.

"Listen to me Y/N" he tried.

"You can't stop humiliating me. It's like at the pool party. I'm crying again because of your stupid ass, and here you come to face me anyway." you said with a smile while tears were still wetting your cheeks, but you didn't care, no ; you were more than okay with him seeing how awful he was.

"Listen to me." he reiterated with a serious tone, his sharp eyes piercing you and giving you the same damn chills.

"I SAID LEAVE ME ALONE!" you shouted, pushing him suddenly, but what he did next caught you by surprise.

Changkyun held your wrists in the air before you could retract them, and he pulled at them to get you only a few inches from his body, his eyes landing on you under him and you saw, for the first time again, how determined he was.

"And I won't until you'll have listened to me." he hissed, your hands still in the air along with his, and when you tried to free yourself, he didn't even budge. "I'm tired of you speaking on my behalf, giving me intentions I don't even have and interpreting things wrongly. I've been quiet for too long, I've been a coward, but not anymore."

Your heart quickened its pace, and the tears instantly stopped from coming as you were shook by his boldness.

"Let go of me and I'll listen to you."

He instantly did and you took a few steps backwards, unable to stay that close to him as you knew what effect it had on you since the time at the library.

"I didn't want to humiliate you, never, ever. Not the first time at the pool party, not this time… I went after you out of concern, not with the intention to make you feel bad or whatever you're thinking. I'm here because I hate to see you cry… nothing else Y/N." he said calmly, his eyes never leaving your face that you were wiping as you were slowly processing the words you were hearing.

"Bullshit. I don't believe you. Since when you care." you answered, shaking your head from left to right in disbelief.

What is he saying? Him? Concerned?

"What I told you at the library remains sincere : I truly am sorry for what I did to you, back then. Kissing a girl in front of you and smiling at you when I already knew you liked me… Laughing at your feelings for me… Running away from you after you had confessed…"

"Stop it already!" you interfered, refusing to hear him talk about something so precious and so painful for you as if he was talking about the weather.

He walked to you once more but you didn't move, too tired to escape and only wanting him to finish his talking quickly so that you'll be able to go away. He was beautiful, the grey weather becoming brighter with him in the landscape, his white shirt shining and his hair styled perfectly, while his earrings gave him something more that you weren't going to handle for long.

"I now know why I've been doing all of this…" he started, trailing at the end of his sentence as he was searching for the right words. "I was a fucking coward, I was fucking scared of what you had done to me in no time. And I still am, yeah, but I'm sure that we're not meeting every time so randomly. I think there's a reason… And because I'm pushed towards you all the time, I have to stop denying and admit it…"

"No. No no no. Shut up. Stop" you mumbled, panic rising in your chest as his hands were slowly coming to brush your hair.

His eyes were still locked on yours, and you saw that their pupils didn't tremble nor avoided your gaze, showing you how assured he was. Changkyun's heart was beating slowly for the first time he was near you, proving him he was more than sure of his feelings and encouraging him to confess, even if the look of defiance in your eyes was killing him. It's not too late. Is it…?

"I like you, Y/N. I'm sorry, but I like you. I'm sorry for being so late. But jeez, I've liked you since this summer."

Your jaw dropped, your eyes mirrored your shock as some tears formed in their corners while they were wide open. But the second his hands caressed your hair, you felt a wave of anger carry you.

"I don't believe you. I don't fucking believe you. You gotta be kidding me" you spat, pushing his hands away from your head in a quick move.

You saw his face fall into worry, but then he looked away and sighed, as if he had prepared himself for this answer and wasn't going to get affected by it. You started to laugh sarcastically, combing your hair with one hand before letting it fall to your side, your body flabby from the electroshock of emotions.

"I'm sure of how I feel. I told you you need to stop thinking for me, you're not in my head" he answered, his voice monotone and he looked at you again, his hands now in the pockets of his black suit pants.

You couldn't believe it. You didn't believe him. You didn't want to. He had no right to like you back after all this time. He had no right to reclaim your love after pushing you away all this time.

"You can't possibly like me, or you would never have treated me that way. And I hate you. I hate all of you. You're so selfish for thinking I would wait for you forever. You took me for granted, didn't you? Who do you think you are?!" you pursued, starting to poke his chest angrily but he didn't stop you, knowing perfectly he deserved this kind of reaction.

"I like you." he said again, blinking slowly as he did so but not failing to keep his eyes on yours so that you would trust him.

Those three words made you sick with the usual symptoms, but this time an ounce of happiness was opening the wings of some butterflies in your stomach, while the spark in your chest was burning as it never did.

"And I hate you. Fuck you, Changkyun. Fuck you!" you exclaimed again, your voice raspy because of the sobs that were threatening to come.

"I'll prove it to you" he assured with his beautiful low voice that entered your body to move you to the core.

"I won't believe you, ever. I don't even care. Get out of my sight." you finally cracked, your voice weakening.

Unexpectedly, Changkyun nodded silently and he started to part from you, firstly by going backwards to look at you one more time, then turning around, and all you could see was his broad back getting smaller and smaller. He was getting out of reach like he had always been, and even if a part of you was aching to run after him and return his feelings, another one couldn't sort things out and hadn't recover from the hurt he had caused you.

How could he be liking you when he had let himself hurt you the way he did? How could he suddenly open his eyes on his feelings and think you'd say yes? How awful was it for him to unveil his feelings once he had felt ready, without taking into account how you had suffered from thinking it had been one sided all this time?

***

To be continued...

A/N : Thank you thank you thank you again… I think there’ll be only two more parts! I’m writing Part 4 right now, I’ll post it soon!

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