#happened in fall id probably be confused..

[nomaishuttle]

ALSO sry im so talkative today idk whats gotten IN to me but anyways. its sooo crazy 2 me that ppl have other birthdays that arent the sake day as my birthday like obviously i know ppl do but its crazy to me. bc january 13th is like My birthday ykwim. like its such a good day to have a birthday on so beautiful 1/13/2005 gods specialest girl was born ykwim.

[kkuramyeons]

✮ let it happen - huh yunjin x reader

summary: on your group’s second to last day in new york- and your first time back home in three years, yunjin suggests you two go out to commemorate being back home after so long, little did you know there was more than met the eye when it came to yunjin. 

pairing: idol!yunjin x idol!reader 

themes: fluff, date night, drinking, slight obliviousness, dancing around feelings, slightly suggestive at the end, making out… etc.

wc: 3.3k

a/n: lowercase is intended, hope you enjoy! i had so much fun writing this, i love new york so much, and yunjin has been on my mind SO much lately, so… enjoy part of my yunjin brainrot. I promise to post more frequently, classes are killing me sigh…

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“all this running along, i can’t fight it much longer…”

after a long day of interviews and shooting content for various media outlets, all you wanted was to arrive back to your hotel room and catch up on some much-needed rest, but it seemed a certain redhead had other plans. 

“you brought your id with you, right?” whispered yunjin in your ear as she leaned closer to you in the backseat of the black caravan. 

you looked at her confused as to why she was whispering since it was only the two of you in the car, eunchae, kazuha and sakura riding in the car in front of you as you all made your way back to the hotel. 

“you literally packed it in my suitcase before we left for new york, yunjin,” you replied, eyes glued on your phone. 

“i’m just making sure, don’t want our plans to fall through” answered the redhead. 

“and what would those be?” you asked, raising a brow at the older girl. 

“going to the bars, of course!” yunjin replied, with a smile adorning her face, showing you her phone which had a list of bars around the city. 

“what?” you laughed, not taking the older girl seriously at first, but seeing as yunjin just stared blankly at you, you widened your eyes in disbelief.

“there’s no way manager-nim is letting us go clubbing in new york. we’re idols, in case you forgot,” you said as a million thoughts ran through your head." there’s literally a billboard in times square with our faces on it,” you added. 

you could already see the anonymous tips on deuxmoi’s instagram, the blind items and probably dispatch turning your night out into a possible dating scandal. 

knowing that your head was probably running wild with a million negative scenarios, yunjin put her hand on your thigh, which instantly got your attention, turning your head to face her, with a slight blush on your cheeks. 

“not tonight we’re not! tonight i’m jennifer huh and you’re y/n l/n, two normal girls from nyc just looking for a good time,” she replied with an easy smile, explaining how she managed to sneak a few accessories from the stylists so you could change your appearance a bit. 

skeptically, you nodded your head in understanding, muttering about the redhead’s insistence in bringing your new york id in addition to your other travel documents. 

“so that’s why you wanted my new york id…” you trailed off. 

“what did you think it was for?” asked yunjin, as she stared at you curiously, head slightly tilted. 

“student discount at the MET? I don’t know…” you shrugged her off. 

“you were literally a nyu student for a semester almost four years ago… i’m pretty sure those are only for current students,” the redhead replied, scrunching her nose at you, knowing you dropped out the second you got the call to possibly join the group.

“that’s a semester more than you in college!” you replied, sticking your tongue out at the redhead. 

after bickering about past college decisions, yunjin turned to you, asking if you were on board with her plans for the both of you. you nodded, excited for spending time with the girl in the city you loved the most. 

✮⋆˙

once you arrived at your room, yunjin quickly got to work, dropping kazuha off at sakura’s and eunchae’s room, ignoring the younger girl’s whines to join the both of you. 

the youngest of the two pleaded, trying to convince the redhead to join your night out. 

“yunjin-ah, it’s like i’m not even there! seriously i’ll just smile and take pictures that’s all!” kazuha looked up at yunjin with the best puppy eyes she could muster on the spot. 

“yeah! which is why you’re not coming with us. I mean zuha, you won’t even be able to go into the bars, you’re not 21 yet!” answered yunjin, knocking on sakura’s door to drop off kazuha. 

seeing as kazuha deflated at her reply, the redhead reminded her of their plans to get chipotle tomorrow, and how she would go out to eat and explore the city with sakura and eunchae tonight. 

suddenly reminded of all the exciting plans she had, kazuha grinned at yunjin, any disappointment from not joining your plans quickly dissipating. 

opening the room’s door, sakura was met with yunjin and kazuha grinning from ear to ear, which was a sign that something was definitely up. 

“what now?” asked sakura with a hand on her hip, the other holding some yarn. 

“nothing, just dropping off zuha for the night,” yunjin replied with an easy smile, kazuha nodding her head. 

“and where are you off to?” sakura stared at yunjin, brows raised skeptically.

“she’s got a date with y/n!” came an excited reply from a grinning eunchae, who now stood behind sakura. 

knowing she needed more details regarding the american’s whereabouts for the night, the oldest le sserafim member led yunjin inside her room to know what the redheads’ plans were for the night. 

“a date?” asked sakura as she made her way towards the bed. 

yunjin’s eyes widened at the question, quickly stammering excuses. 

“no, it’s not a date! unless you consider two people who care about each other and are back home for the first time in years that are going out together a date, then it’s a date,” 

“if not, which it’s not, then it’s not a date” explained the redhead, suddenly hot at the sudden attention on her. 

“that’s totally a date, unnie” giggled eunchae from beside sakura, sitting on the bed while the oldest continued to crochet what would soon be a beanie. 

“what would you know about dates eunchae?” quipped the oldest, brows raised. 

yunjin grinned as eunchae stammered a response, relieved to not have anyone questioning her plans for the time being. 

watching as sakura now scolded eunchae for knowing how dates worked and kazuha was watching them argue with a grin, the redhead saw this as an opportunity to make her way out of the room.

backing away from the scene slowly, tiptoeing backwards through the corridor, yunjin made eye contact with kazuha, motioning the younger idol to stay quiet, silently pleading. 

“kkura-unnie, yunjin’s escaping!” kazuha exclaimed, holding eye contact with yunjin, grinning when the redhead cursed under her breath at being caught. 

“so, your plan for your date is to go out? in new york?” “and do what, exactly?” questioned the oldest member. 

“i thought we could go to y/n’s favorite dive bar and have a drink?” answered yunjin with a nervous smile. 

sakura pinched the bridge of her nose with a sigh, knowing there was no talking yunjin out of her plans.  

“something’s tryin’ to get out….”

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“well, I finally convinced sakura that we wouldn’t get recognized or photographed since the bar makes people cover their cameras, and we’ll be escorted by security, so, we should be ready to leave in 15 minutes,” yunjin made her way towards the bathroom of your shared room, explaining the plan for the night. 

removing her extensions, placing a couple of fake piercings, putting on some fake bangs and some sunglasses, yunjin patted herself on the back for making herself look like a look alike version of herself, perfect for your date night out. 

seeing as you weren’t in the bedroom, yunjin searched around for you, letting out a sigh of relief once she saw you leaning against the balcony outside. 

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with another drag of your cigarette, you took in the view in front of you. the city’s buzzing atmosphere made you feel right at home, something you hadn’t completely felt in a long time. 

taking a picture of the view of the city’s skyline and your cigarette, posting it to your private instagram story with the caption “when in rome, or well, new york”, you locked your phone, knowing chaewon was going to scold you for such reckless behavior. 

as soon as you put out the cigarette, arms wrapped around your waist, the person nuzzling their head in your shoulder.

“i didn’t know you smoked,” questioned yunjin, watching you put your lighter back in the pocket of your leather jacket. 

“only chaewon and my manager know,” you replied, turning around to face the redhead.  

“it’s not always though, i just need a break sometimes,” came your explanation, taking in the reaction from the girl in front of you. 

“it’s just, there’s many what ifs here, you know?” “i was just taking it all in, I promise I won’t touch them again for the rest of our trip” you pleaded, taking yunjin’s hands in your own. 

nodding in understanding, yunjin pulled you in for a hug. 

“let’s get ready to go?” yunjin’s breath fanned your ear, making your body heat up in response. 

“sounds good, let me touch up my makeup and we’ll leave,” you assured the redhead, making your way back inside the room. 

putting on a fake nose ring, messily styling your wolfcut and making sure some of your “hidden” tattoos were showing, you took a picture and posted it to your private instagram, the story’s  caption matching yunjin’s cryptic one that hinted at a date night around the city. 

“ready to go?” you turned to yunjin, who took in your appearance with a slight blush on her cheeks, eyes trailing up and down your body. 

“yeah!” “yup! all ready, let me text security we’re ready to leave,” yunjin said as she led you both out of the room. 

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arriving to the upper east side, you noticed yunjin had chosen one of your favorite dive bars in the city, notoriously known for its animosity towards celebrities, good music, and cheap cocktail menu.

“how’d you know about this place?” you asked as you made your way inside the bar, flashing your ids to the bouncer who let you in without a second glance, not even questioning the bulky security guys following the both of you in from a safe distance. 

“i have my ways,” yunjin grinned as she led you towards a table. 

ordering your drinks, both of you settled into a comfortable conversation, pausing every so often to take in everything around you. 

after your conversation died down, and another round of drinks was finished, you led yunjin to the dance floor, pulling her close to you, sawing to the beat of the song playing. 

a couple of songs passed before the both of you made your way back to the table, ordering your final round of drinks for the night- you did have a semi early schedule tomorrow, after all. 

“did you come here often in college?” asked yunjin with a tilt of her head, picturing a younger version of yourself, (one who didn’t carry the burden of fame yet) having some drinks with your friends. 

“i did, actually; it’s one of my favorite bars in the city,” you answered, memories of your short-lived freshman year coming back. 

“do you think we would’ve met each other regardless?” before yunjin’s question could be answered, the dj started playing an all too familiar song. 

dread made its way down your spine, hands gripping your drink harder as the melody for perfect night started playing in the bar. 

you looked over at yunjin, who was eyeing everyone around her, eyes frantically darting back and forth between you and the space behind you, trying her best to not freak out at the possibility of being singled out by the someone near your table. 

glancing at the security guards in the corner, they too eyed the crowd, ready to make a quick exit if needed. 

thankfully, no one seemed to pay attention to the fact that your song was playing, people making their way to the dance floor as a club remix of your song played. 

deciding to take a chance, yunjin stood up and held her hand out for you to take, leading you to the dance floor once again. 

“and it’s never been closer…”

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dancing to your song, focusing trying to not break out the full choreo- fuck muscle memory, you thought, as you swayed goofily to the beat of the song, yunjin mimicking your actions. 

once the song changed, so did the mood.

the dj moved away from club remixes, focusing on getting the people on the dance floor as close as possible to each other. 

taking the hint, yunjin pulled you by the waist, swaying your hips with her hands, drawing you closer to her. 

surprised at her shamelessness, you looked over her shoulder just in case someone watched the two of you closely in recognition. 

“y/n, there’s no one watching us except our security from the corner,” she reassured you. 

“i know, i'm just- i don’t want any more rumors,” you replied, trying to shake your anxiety, wanting to focus on the redhead. 

“and there’s going to be none, tell me, don’t we fit right in?” yunjin pulled you closer to her, her lips near your neck, hands on your lower back. 

deciding not to focus on yunjin’s closeness, you looked around and saw how you two blended in the sea of people; from the outside eye, you two looked like an average couple on a night out. 

lost in the music, it seemed as if the world around you faded to nothing, leaving the two of you at the center of its core. 

looking up at yunjin, you noticed how pretty her moles looked up closely, and how beautiful she looked enjoying herself with you, laughing as she danced. 

yunjin stared at you, feeling your gaze on her as you two continued to dance, moving impossibly closer towards each other, noses grazing and her breath fanning your lips. 

yunjin had always thought you were bold, a bold person, and even bolder for an idol. you were never afraid to speak your mind, reject ideas or defending yourself when needed. 

and if yunjin had thought you couldn’t get any bolder- (writing love songs with female pronouns, getting tattoos, defending your members, and sometimes breaking the rules to get what you wanted), you would never be as bold as you were in that moment, leaning in and closing the gap between you two in the middle of the crowded dance floor. 

not giving her mind time to react properly, yunjin wrapped her arms around your neck, pulling your closer as she returned the kiss, letting your bodies say what was unspoken between you two. 

pulling away, you grinned, catching your breath, suddenly breathless as you took in the red ahead in front of you, blushing with an equally stupid grin on her face. 

from behind yunjin, you could see the security guard pretending to not see the scene that just unfolded, watching as he looked away from the two of you for a moment, giving the two of you some privacy. 

“wanna get out of here?” yunjin asked, holding your hand, pulling you closer to her. 

“thought you’d never ask,” came your reply, letting the redhead lead the way out of the dance floor and near the exit, guards closely following the both of you. 

“baby, now i’m ready, now i’m moving on...”

✮⋆˙

after a quick exit from the back of the bar and settled in the backseat of a tinted car, yunjin pulled you closer to her, hands roaming your body, as her lips trailed the side of your neck. 

soft sighs escaped your lips at the feeling of yunjin’s mouth on your neck, not even caring if she left any marks. 

making her way up from your neck and back to your lips, yunjin kissed you, taking the time to savor the feeling of your lips against hers. 

lost in each other for what felt like hours, a sudden knock on the window pulled you away from each other. 

the guard giving you a few minutes to fix your appearances, just in case someone was to be outside of your hotel. 

hair slightly disheveled and messy lipstick stains adorning your neck, yunjin led you back to the room, eager to continue what she started in the car. 

“oh, but maybe i was ready all along…”

✮⋆˙

when the morning came and you two woke up next to each other, clothes scattered and makeup smeared across the sheets, you two grabbed your phones to check that no headlines with your names made the news.

the same couldn’t be said first the group chat, however. 

a flurry of texts lit up your phone screen, mostly from sakura making sure you two were awake and ready in an hour for your schedule, and the rest were from chaewon trying to pry information on your whereabouts from the other members. 

reassuring the rest of the girls you two were wake and getting ready, you put your phone on the nightstand, wanting to see where yunjin’s head was at after last night. 

before you two could have the conversation, it seemed chaewon had other plans. 

yunjin handed you her phone, where chaewon had sent a grainy picture of you two arriving at the bar last night, followed by a series of questions and confused texts. 

opening the chat, you scrolled through the texts, the girls making fun of your appearances.

kkurakkura: yunjin, you told me you wouldn’t get caught. 

kkurakkura: never trusting you again wtf. 

manchae: told you it was a date, unnie 

chaechae: you two are literally missing the point. 

zuzu: it kinda looks like them, but at the same time it doesn’t … 

kkurakkura: wait i kinda see it… 

manchae: if anything, it looks like their doppelgängers lol. 

y/nnie: that’s literally not me in the picture lol 

chaechae: you’re telling me that’s not you and yunjin in the picture? 

y/nnie: nope! 

jenjen: at least there’s no headlines ! 

chaechae: we’re having a serious conversation once we’re in california.  

y/nnie: but that’s literally not me … 

deciding to ignore chaewon’s texts, you turned to yunjin, watching as she agreed with your leader’s wishes to talk once you got to los angeles. 

“guess the cat’s out of the bag, huh…” yunjin bit her lip, staring at you expectantly. 

“jen, the cat’s never been in the bag when it comes to us,” came your reply with a smile, nudging the girl’s shoulder. 

“that’s true…” 

“maybe it's time we let it roam free then," you suggested with a grin, yunjin playfully rolling her eyes, biting her lip in anticipation. 

“it’s gonna take a little bit more than that, though…” yunjin inched closer to you. 

“oh really?” you replied, hands on the back of her neck, pulling her closer.

“best to let it happen, then,” she whispered, closing the gap between you, manicured nails caressing your face. 

a knock on the door interrupted the moment, yunjin pecking your lips one last time for good measure before fully pulling away to get ready for your upcoming schedule. 

 “oh, i'm ready for the moment and the sound…”

[hanggarae]

i want to spend this whole night with you ..

doctor!seungcheol x reader 4.3k words, fluff, minor angst, some jealousy, reader has a broken ankle, this is probably incredibly inaccurate.. based off the one week i spent doing work experience at a hospital, part of waves will take us far away series !

when you’d managed to wind up in the hospital for breaking your arm you were dreading it more than anything, that is until you were assigned to the young doctor who found you too pretty to ignore.

“mom i told you it’s fine. it’s probably just a little sprain it’s been worse before” there was honestly no point in trying to reason with your mother over the phone like this, you know she’d never give in.

you had to admit it did warm your heart hearing the concern in your mother’s voice, but not enough to convince you to head to the hospital. yes, your ankle felt like it was two minutes away from practically falling off of your limbs but you would’ve rather that than spend the next week in the hospital and the next few months having to go to regular check-ups.

“honey, nothing is going to happen to you at the hospital, please stop being paranoid. look, if you leave it any longer your it’ll probably get worse, you’re better off getting it done with now”

she had a point. if you put this off you might wind up having to stay there even longer. a deep breath escaped you as you nodded to yourself, “alright sure i’ll head to the hospital then”

limping as you got out of the taxi and through the hospital doors, you cringed at both the pain and the chemical scent of artificial fragrances hitting your nose. you rubbed the hand sanitizer into your hand while you both stood in a queue for the receptionist desk. two minutes and you already want to go home. great.

“yes, how can i help you?” the receptionist smiled at you, fingers already getting ready to search your name in the system.

“uh hi i booked an appointment for a sprained ankle” you told her handing over your ID.

the receptionist scanned it for a few seconds, the quick clicking of the keys catching you a little off guard. after you’d confirmed the details for her she handed you a small note with the room and doctor name.

you limped walked down the hospital wards, wincing while you searched for the room you were supposed to be in. the hospital was a lot busier today- at least compared to the last time you visited. to be fair that was at least two years ago so you wouldn’t know if this was considered busy anymore.

double checking the room number, you knocked the door pushing it open when, you’re assuming, dr lee let you in. he gave you a cheerful smile, motioning you to the seat while he took his own behind the computer.

“hi miss yn, you said you were here for a sprained ankle?” he waited for your nod, “no problem we just need to run a few tests to see how bad it is, if you’re fine you can be on your way within the hour”

the thought immediately lifted your mood. you spent the next few minutes going through the tests with dr lee, wincing whenever he touched a certain part of your ankle, feeling bad whenever he apologised profusely. he looked confused for a few seconds, checking back on the notes he was given on you, “miss, i’m afraid this isn’t a sprained ankle. from the looks of it i think it may be fractured, we’re going to have to run an x-ray”

he left the room for a few minutes to get everything for the x-ray ready, giving you a few minutes to wallow in your self pity. ‘great it just had to be fractured. walking around on it couldn’t have helped either..’

when dr lee returned he returned with someone else. you scanned his jacket for a name tag eyes relaxing as they set on the ‘dr choi’ in all caps.

‘dr choi’ smiled widely at you before shaking your hand, “hi i’m dr choi, unfortunately dr lee is being called in for something else so i’ll be taking over your x-ray if that’s fine with you?”

oh it was definitely fine with you.

you nodded, turning your head so you could focus on the clock rather than dr choi’s far too perfect face.

the x-rays technically went pretty quick but getting them done felt like hours. dr choi and his stupid too handsome face- “yn? yn you there?” your eyes went wide when you saw dr choi’s face only a few inches away from your own, apparently he’d been trying to get your attention for 30 seconds.

“you’ll have to wait about a half hour until the results come through so for now how about you just keep that ankle raised, alright? i’ll be here finishing your paperwork so if anything starts hurting a lot out of nowhere let me know. oh and i might need to be asking you a few questions too”

“oh that’s fine and thank you” you nodded as he smiled at you, wheeling his chair to the computer and loading up your file. the room was silent for a few minutes so you took it as an opportunity to text back your mom, assuring her everything was fine and that the doctor wouldn’t have to amputate your leg.

“so you thought it was a sprain?” dr choi’s deep voice cut through the silence making you sit up slightly as you answered him.

“oh yeah. it was pretty swollen and when i’d read up on it all i saw was that swelling was usually a sign of a sprain, thought it wasn’t too big a deal” you shrugged your shoulders. you saw an expression flick on seungcheol’s face for a split second; he looked- annoyed?

“if something like this happens again yn please don’t wait until the end to come here” he looked so serious. after seeing his intimidating stare, you wouldn’t have been able to say no if you wanted to.

“you sure you just don’t want to see me more often, dr choi?” you teased in hopes it would lighten the mood. as soon as the words left your mouth though you regretted it- what if you’d crossed a line? surely a doctor doesn’t want to flirt with a patient.

much to your surprise however, the young doctor only shot you a smile before speaking “since we’re probably going to be seeing each other often why don’t you just get used to calling me seungcheol?”

heat rose to your cheeks, dr choi- seungcheol, never wiping the grin off of his face. he only turned back to the computer after you nodded.

“how did you manage to do that to it anyway?” it took you a few seconds to register his question was referring to your ankle but you couldn’t stop yourself growing embarrassed when dwelling back on the memory.

“i uh..” you trailed off, looking to the side. why were you so nervous? you’d easily told anyone else so why were you embarrassed telling seungcheol. “just a little accident, i fell trying to reach something”

seungcheol looked at you unamused and you’d wished you had told him something else, now you just look like an idiot in front of him.

“when did that happen exactly?”

“uh about a week ago? something like that”

“you just walked on your ankle normally for a week?” you looked flustered at his tone, “well no wonder it ended up getting worse. if something like that happens yn you should at least book an appointment with your doctor if you don’t want to head here”

the way he talked to you, it sounded he was so caring. suppose that’s what you need as a doctor. still, even if it was part of his job, you couldn’t help the way he made your heart beat a little faster and cheeks grow a little warmer.

“sorry. the hospital just intimidates me so i guess i was just hoping even if it was a little sprain it’ll heal on its own as long as i don’t put too much pressure on it”

seungcheol nodded at your words, getting something from the desk before turning back to the computer. you could see now that he had a pair of glasses resting on his nose bridge, you hate to admit it but it made him look even cuter than before.

“oh you need glasses?” why did you ask him that? that’s such a stupid thing to ask.

“hm? oh these? nah they’re just blue light glasses” he said with a small smile, continuing his work.

you’d spent the rest of the half hour scrolling on your phone and texting your friends about where you were. your friend jeonghan promising you a bouquet of flowers from the shop when he comes to visit you. you didn’t mention the cute doctor you had that you definitely did not have a crush on. it was just attraction, that’s totally normal.

“oh your x-ray results are back” seungcheol told you, picking it up from the printer and wheeling his chair over to the bed you were on. “alright so it’s definitely a fracture and luckily for you, it’s not too serious. as you can see there only one bone cracked which means you most likely won’t be needing surgery. but considering how reckless you are, we’ll be giving you a cast and i’ll check to see if you can approved for crutches too”

despite all this information there was only one thing you really wanted to know. “so when can i go home?”

seungcheol let out a sigh, “after we get the cast on you and get the okay for the crutches. i’ll send the request in now should take about an hour or two, alright?”

“yeah that’s fine”

it’d been about twenty minutes since you’d gotten the cast on and you can already feel it start to annoy you. this was going to make your life hell for the next- wait how long do you have to wear this thing?

you looked over to seungcheol who was still busy at work, you really did not want to bother him. but then again he did say that you could ask him anything and it’d be fine.

“hey seungcheol?” he turned his head toward you humming, “i was just wondering how long i need to keep this thing on for”

he turned his body completely toward you, “there’s no guaranteed date, usually it takes around 6-8 weeks to heal on its own but it depends on everyone’s own body and how well you take care of it” a teasing lilt in his voice as he told you the last part.

“very funny” you jokingly rolled you eyes at him.

“it’s not my fault you couldn’t take care of yourself” he chuckled, spinning his chair around to continue sorting through his files.

eventually you could feel yourself growing more and more tired and before you knew it, you were out cold.

when you woke up there was a blanket covering your frame, the room being illuminated by the small desk lamp and seungcheol’s computer. you groaned a little, stretching your limbs as you rose from your nap. just how long had you been sleeping?

seungcheol heard you and realised you’d woken up, he stood and walked toward you. “sleep well?”

you laughed a little, “yeah i did, what time is it by the way my phones dead” you told him waving your phone that had the red battery sign on it.

“pass it to me, i have a charger you can use it. also it’s uhhh” he looked over at his watch, “just a little past midnight”

“midnight? oh wow how long was that nap” you laughed lightly. “alright well i should get going then”

“do you have a ride?” seungcheol eyed you cautiously.

“after my phone’s done charging i can call jeonghan he usually stays up late” you said more to yourself then to seungcheol.

“yoon jeonghan?”

“yeah.. you know him too?”

seungcheol cleared his throat, “we met a couple months ago. he’s a florist right? we usually get a lot of bouquets from his shop and he’ll sometimes stick around after delivering them. i can call him for you if you don’t wanna wait for your phone to finish charging”

you nodded and mumbled a ‘thanks’ when he handed you his phone. on the fourth ring jeonghan picked up.

“hello? seungcheol you’re up at this hour? usually you’re in bed at 10pm sharp” you heard your friend on the other side of the call.

“jeonghan it’s me”

“yn? what’ve you got seungcheol’s phone for? are you two..?” he trailed off at the end and you knew exactly what he was implying.

“no you idiot. my phones dead and i’m still at the hospital, think you can come pick me up?”

“oh yeah sure. you feeling any better?”

“yeah thanks, text either of us when you’re here okay? bye” you pressed the red hang up sign, handing the phone back to seungcheol.

ten minutes later, jeonghan had texted you that he was waiting outside, reception wouldn’t let him in at this hour. with seungcheol’s help you got to the parking lot, jeonghan parking closest to the entrance so that you wouldn’t have to walk too much.

“i’ll see you again in a week” seungcheol waved you off with a smile.

“see you later, dr choi” you teased him.

when you were completely buckled up in jeonghan’s car and he’d finally left the hospital parking lot he finally asked you what he’d been dying to know for the last fifteen minutes.

“so you and cheol?” he asked you, and you could hear the smirk in his voice.

“he’s just my doctor calm down. i’m not going to try making a move on my doctor” you giggled, “he was pretty cool though.. i guess” you started out the window, trying to desperately fight back the smile when the thoughts of seungcheol flooded your mind.

“oh yeah you’re gone for him already” jeonghan laughed.

“it’s been a day! i couldn’t possibly like him that much after a few hours come on jeonghan i’m not that bad”

“i don’t know, i wouldn’t be so sure. i mean it’s not like you’re the only one who feels like that. cheol could’ve woken you up and went home but he didn’t. he worked overtime to make sure you were alright”

“okay now you’re just being crazy. he probably had his own work to do. what kind of guy would do that for some random person they met two hours before?” you scoffed, throwing him a questioning look.

he shrugged, “i’m just saying what i’ve observed”

you shook your head, remembering what seungcheol had told you, “wait why do you stick around the hospital so much? even after delivering the orders?”

“oh that..” jeonghan was.. blushing? you’ve known him since you were ten and you don’t think you’ve ever seen him blushing, “i’m uh.. friends with one of the surgeons. i usually stick around talking to her and then met cheol and shua. but enough about me what’d they say about your ankle?”

“hm? oh yeah they said it usually takes around 6 weeks to heal, maybe even two months. just gotta be careful with it now that it’s in the cast”

four weeks later you'd returned to the hospital for your checkup, an extra pip in your step despite the crutches. you’d been having regular weekly checkups with seungcheol ever since that day and you enjoy the time spent with him more than anything. the hospital was done up nicely today, decorations everywhere in time for valentine’s day.

your ankle was heeling up nicely, so you’ve been told. if it kept up how it was you’d definitely be out of the cast at the six week mark. when you reached seungcheol’s door you knocked on it a few times before he opened it for you with a smile.

“my favourite patient, how’ve you been? ankle not giving you any new trouble right?” he told you as he helped you up on the bed.

“i’ve been good thanks and no, it’s been the same” you returned his wide grin. it was a long shot but you were secretly hoping he’d do something for valentine’s day. you guys had spent the last few weeks subtly flirting and the chemistry between you both was undeniable.

the checkup went smoothly as usual and seungcheol assured you that you were on a steady path to being completely recovered. as you were about to leave you saw dr hong waiting outside the door, holding a.. bouquet of red roses? seungcheol let him in and took the roses from him.

“jeonghan just left these for you, said you ordered them?” dr hong told him, smiling at you.

“thanks shua” he sighed.

you didn’t want to invade his privacy but you couldn’t help the way that the ‘to you’ card just happened to be right in front of your face. you wished it wasn’t though after seeing who the flowers were really for.

you felt a knot forming in your throat and cleared your throat, “uh i’ll see you next week doctor” you smiled at him tight lipped, not waiting for his response before you headed out the door.

jeonghan was probably around and could’ve given you a ride but you don’t think you could last in a car ride with him. he was far too good at reading emotions and would he able to tell somethings up with you in a minute.

sighing, you opened up the app for an uber and waited in the hospital cafe until you got the notification it was here. the entire car ride you tried your hardest to not think about seungcheol and how sweet he was to you, and definitely not about how the flowers he bought were for someone else and not you.

it’d been a week since your last appointment with seungcheol, and a week after valentines. you felt so stupid and so disgusted at yourself. this entire time you’d been shamelessly flirting with someone who couldn’t want less to do with you. someone who already had a girlfriend that he was buying a bouquet of red roses for.

you had an appointment tomorrow and you weren’t sure how you were going to face seungcheol, it was way too embarrassing to even think about. sighing, you picked up your keys before deciding to go out on a walk. there was a spot you always came to whenever you felt like this. it was past a little public trail near a few fields, everything always felt so calm there.

the only problem was that getting there was usually difficult even when you didn’t have a cast on your leg. it was bound to be even worse now. regardless, you started walking down the trail anyway, trying your hardest to avoid stepping into the dips in the ground too harshly. however careful you were though, the path was too randomly uneven so you couldn’t avoid harshly coming down on one. and it just had to be on your injured leg.

a sharp pain shooting through your ankle as you winced in pain. you sat on some of the grass near the trail and tried keeping your leg as elevated as you could. even if you could get the pain to alleviate, you were still only halfway down the path and trying to go the full way was far too risky. sighing, you stood again to head back home instead, limping and wincing whenever your foot hit the ground a little hard.

eventually the pain was too much so you needed to take a break. even if you could get someone to pick you up, you’d still need to get through this trail to head back to where cars were able to drive anyway.

you stood again continuing your journey back until you heard someone call your name from behind. that can’t be..?

“yn! just because i said your ankle was healing well does not mean you can pull something like this! are you crazy?” seungcheol told you, trying his best to not get mad but you could still tell he was frustrated. “what were you even here for?”

“i just wanted to get to that field” you scoffed, “surprised you even care” you muttered the last part.

“excuse me?” seungcheol looked at you intently.

“whatever, i don’t need to explain myself to you”

“yn i’m your doctor-”

“not right now. right now you’re not working so you’re just choi seungcheol” you told him pointedly.

“yn why are you being like this? did something happen?” seungcheol told asked you hesitantly.

you put some distance between the two of you, “it’s not like i need to tell you any of this. we’re not friends and you’re not my boyfriend, so please do not pretend like you care” you hated how your voice cracked slightly, tears welling up in your eyes. “besides i don’t think your girlfriend would really appreciate this so it’s better i just leave”

before you could leave you felt a strong hand gripping your forearm bringing you back toward him, “what the hell are you talking about? what girlfriend?”

if you hadn’t seen the evidence yourself you would’ve believed him considering how convincing his confused face looks.

“yn listen to me, i don’t even have a girlfriend, if i did i would not have the spent the last month thinking of ways to ask you out after your ankle was fine”

“huh? but- but i saw it! that day- with the flowers! they said to-”

“yn those were for my brother..” he interrupted you, amusement pulling at his features.

“you’re asking out your brother?” you shouted.

“no you idiot! ew! let me explain. my brother needed to get his girlfriend flowers for valentines and i told him about jeonghan. so he asked me to pick them up for him” seungcheol laughed lightly, holding your shoulders so that you knew not to interrupt him halfway through.

“oh.. well- any normal person would assume you were getting those for your own girlfriend!” you pouted trying to turn away from his teasing smirk.

“i don’t really understand why you were jealous though.. hmm” he put his finger on his chin sarcastically. he knew exactly why but still wanted to tease you for it, “oh! unless you’re jealous”

you groaned, covering your face before seungcheol pried your hands away. his gaze on you was too much at once so you turned away attempting to walk away. you’d forgotten where you were though so your foot slipped hard on a whole in the ground again.

“shit- we need to get you back to the hospital. can’t let you walk this whole way though..” you saw seungcheol think about it for a few seconds before he knelt down on the ground in front on you, “get on my back, i’ll carry you back and then you’re headed straight to the hospital, i’ll drop you off”

“are you sure?”

“yes now hurry. can’t believe you were willing to break your leg over something as petty as this” he scoffed jokingly as he made sure you were secure on his back.

it took about twenty minutes to get to the hospital and after they ran all the tests it was decided it was best for you to stay overnight. this time you weren’t in seungcheol’s usual office but one in the emergency ward. you didn’t like this one bit.

when seungcheol walked in he smiled when he met your gaze, “hey, everything alright?”

“well all things considered it’s not too bad i guess” you said sarcastically drawing a laugh out of seungcheol.

“yeah well i didn’t ask you to make the injury worse, did i?”

you stayed quiet for a few seconds, “hey cheol, they won’t need to do a surgery right?”

seungcheol could see the nerves on your face and part of him felt so guilty for finding the pout on your face so cute.

“don’t worry about that pretty, you didn’t manage to break another bone, you just undid some of what was already healed. it’ll take a couple extra weeks to heal that’s it” he said, rubbing his hand over your head to provide comfort to your clearly distressed figure.

there was one more thing you needed to know“and about us-”

“do you really want me to confess to you in a stinky hospital room?” he laughed, “i had a whole plan in mind but now i gotta postpone it because little miss wants to have a broken leg decided she wants to stay in a cast even longer”

“alright, but if you’re making me wait longer it better be good” you tried threatening him, fighting back your giggles.

“get some rest yn, jeonghan said a couple of your friends are visiting tomorrow. sleep well, i’ll be here if you need anything”

during visiting hours the next day you saw seungcheol was right, your friends really did visit you; albeit your best friend was late because she got lost and had to have joshua escort her over.

“oh it feels so good to finally have that thing off” you sighed, “it felt so suffocating after a while i was starting to forget what my leg felt like”

“yeah well make sure you don’t wind up here again or else you might end up in something worse than a cast” seungcheol half heartedly scolded, “try twisting it around. if it feels alright take a couple steps so we can just be completely sure, yeah?”

you did as seungcheol asked more than glad to say everything felt fine and back to normal. you laughed happily, smiling at him when he said you were officially healed and wouldn’t need to keep the cast on.

you wanted to hug him but something stopped you, a twinge of excitement in your eyes when you cleared your throat ready to ask seungcheol, “so about that confession you promised me..”

he chuckled moving closer to you, both of you mirroring each other’s wide grins, “yn. would you like to have dinner with me tonight? i’ll tell you all about my feelings then”

“i would love to” you giggled, finally hugging him.

[dragonmuse]

How to be a Dirtbag Fic Writer

I got to do some talking about writing today and I couldn’t stop thinking about it so here are my full thoughts on the matter of being a dirtbag fic writer.

Being the disorganized thoughts of someone two and a half decades into the beautiful mess that is writing fanfic (and a few non-fanfic things too).

What is a dirtbag fic writer? 

 I am talking about someone who is not cleaning up anything. We show up filthy, fresh out of rooting around in the garden of our imaginations. We probably smell a little from work. We will hand you our hard grown fruits, but we have not washed them and we carried them in the bottom upturned parts of our t-shirts. The fruit is a little bruised. It’s not cut up or put in a bowl yet. But we got it in the house! It’s here. Someone can eat it.  

Why dirtbag it? Because the fruit gets in the house. If you’re hemming and hawing, if the idea you want to do seems to be big or you want it perfect and shiny. If you’re imagining a ten thousand step process, so you’re not taking the first step? Dirtbag it. 

How do I dirtbag? 

That’s the best part. You just write. Sit down. One word after the other. No outline, no plan, no destination. No thought of editing. Just word vomit. Every word is a good word. It’a word that wasn’t there before. Grammar sucks? Who cares. Can’t think of the perfect word? Fuck it, put in the simplest version of what you mean. 

Write the idea that you love. The one thing you want to say. Has it been done 3000000 times? WHO CARES human history is long, every idea has been done, probably more than twice. YOU have never written it before. It’s your grubby potato that you clawed out of the ground and guess what someone can still make it into delicious french fries. 

Now here’s the critical part. Write as much as you can squeeze out of your brain. One word in front of the other. 

And then I challenge you this: at most, read it over once and then put it into the world. Just as it is. AND THIS IS IMPORTANT: DO IT WITHOUT APOLOGY OR CAVEAT.  I challenge you, beautiful dirtbag to not pre-emptively apologize. Do not make your work lesser. THAT IS YOUR POTATO! It has eyes and roots and dirt clinging to it because that is what happens.  We are dirtbagging it today. Hell really confused people at do #dirtbagwriter on it.  

Dirtbag writes id, base, lizard brain. Dig in the fertile garden of your imagination. What is the story you tell yourself before you fall asleep? What’s your anxiety this week? Your fantasy? What is going well? What do you wish things looked like? Who is the feral imaginary character you’ve been crafting to take your frustrations and joys out on? 

But, VEE, I wish to have an editor and an outline, use a cool software like scrivener instead of retching up onto a google doc and making it look NICE and PRETTY!

COOL! DO THAT THEN! IF YOU’RE ACTUALLY DOING IT! You should have a process! That’s cool and healthy and necessary for sustainable writing. But if you’re not writing because all of that seems too much? THEN DON’T. 

Did you know fic is free? That we do this from love? From sheer desire? For the love of the game? If you have a process, and the words are flowing, amazing, I love that for you, you don’t need this essay.  If you don’t, let us continue. 

What does dirtbag writing look like? 

It’s messy. It’s a little raw and tatty around the edges sometimes. It’s weird.  It’s someone else’s first draft. Maybe it winds up being your first draft, Idek, that’s your business. 

It’s jokes that make YOU laugh. It’s drama that would make YOU cry if you read it. You are your first commenter. You are your first audience (and possibly continuing pleasure! If you don’t go back and reread your own work sometimes, you might be missing out on one of your favorite authors cause you wrote it for you! Wait until you’re not so close to it. Years sometimes. Then hey, maybe some of this is pretty dang good actually.) 

It has mistakes. 

Dirtbags make mistakes, but dirtbags have published pieces. They have things other people can read out there. 

What if I don’t get good feedback? 

Look, the most likely outcome of any new, untried fic writer (and even established writers trying something new-ish)  is that you get no feedback. That’s real. Silence. It’s eerie, it’s terrible, it sucks. I don’t want to pretend it doesn’t. But nothing is not negative. It’s a big fic-y ocean out there and we are all wee itty-bitty-sometimes-with-titty fishes.  

You should still do it all over again. And again. And again. You get better at writing by writing. You just do. Nothing else replaces it. If your well is dry? Fill it with new things. Go do something new, read a new kind of book, watch a new film,  (libraries have so much good shit, you don’t even have to spend money for so many things if you have a library card), just go for a walk in a new direction. Stimulate yourself. Got a cup of something hot and eavesdrop on conversations. Refill yourself with newness. 

And hey, speaking of, do you leave comments? Because you get what you give. You can build relationships with people by commenting and that builds community and community means places to get feedback in the end. Comments are gold. They are all we are paid in. Tip your writers with ‘extra kudos’ or ‘this made me laugh’. And hey, when you go back for a re-read so you can tell them your favorite part? Ask yourself how they made that favorite part? What do you like about it?  Tone? Metaphor? The structure? Reading teaches us how to write too! 

BUT, okay. Sometimes. Sometimes there is actual bad feedback and people suck. 

You know the best part about being a dirtbag? Unrepentant block, delete, goodbye. You don’t own anyone with a shitty opinion any of your precious time on this earth. You did it for free, you gave them your dirty, but still delicious fruit and they went ‘ew, this is a dirty strawberry, how could you not make a clean tomato?”  Because you didn’t plant fucking tomatoes, did you? Don’t fight, don’t engage. Block. Delete. Goodbye. 

If someone in person, looked you in the eye when you brought them a plate of food to share at a party and they said “Why didn’t you bring me MY favorite? This isn’t cooked well at all.” You would probably write up a Reddit AiTA question about it just to hear five thousand people say they were an asshole.   Fic is no different 

And hey, when you dirtbag it? You know you did. It’s not your most cleaned up perfect version. So who cares what they think? You might make it more shiny and polished next time! You might NOT. 

Ok, but what if I don’t finish it? 

Fuck it, post it anyway. 

What if it’s bad? 

Fuck it, post it anyway. 

What if it doesn’t make sense? 

That’s ART, baby. Fuck it, post it anyway. 

What if what I want to write doesn’t work with current fandom norms? 

Then someone out there probably needs it!  And what the hell is this? The western canon? FUCK IT POST IT ANYWAY* 

*Basic human decency is not a ‘fandom norm’. Don’t be racist, sexist, ableist, fat shaming, classist or shitty about anyone's identity on main, okay? Dirtbag writers are KIND first and foremost. Someone saying you are stepping into shit about their identity is not the same as unsolicited crappy feedback about pairings. In the immortal words of Kurt Vonnegut: "God damn it, you've got to be kind.”

You’re being very flippant about something that’s scary. 

I know. I know I am. I know it can be scary. But no risk, no reward and hell, you aren’t using your goddamn legal name on the internet are you? (please for the love of fuck do not be using your legal name to write fic) You’ve got on a mask. You’re a superhero. With dirt on your cape. 

That niche thing that you think no one cares about? Guaranteed you will find someone else in the world who wants it. Maybe they won’t find it right away. Maybe they will be too shy to comment or even hit a button. But your dirty potato will stick with them. They will make french fries in their head.

You have an audience. But they can’t find you if you have nothing out there. 

Go forth. Make. 

You have some errors in this essay. 

PROBABLY CAUSE I DIRTBAGGED IT.  But I picked this strawberry for you out of my brain, so I hope you run it under some cold water and find the good bits and have a nice snack. Or throw it away. Or use it to plant more strawberries (I know that’s not how strawberries work, metaphors break when stretched).  

#dirtbagwriter 

Go forth and MAKE

[little-tainted-angel]

๑ Realizing love is there...

Xiao x male!reader, Venti x male!reader and Kaeya x male!reader (separated)

Category: [Fluff/sfw]

Warnings: Mention of Zhongli (Xiao's part). Zhongli calls Xiao "child". Mention of Kaeya (Venti's part), mention of Diluc (Venti's part), Venti is drunk for half his part. Mention of alcohol. Mention of Rosalia, Klee, Jean, Diluc and Lisa in Kaeya's part. Reader is mentioned but doesn't actively participates in it.

Request: Yes / No | From: 🕸️ anon.

«Hello, you can call me 🕸 anon! Can you write Xiao, Venti and Kaeya realizing they have a crush on the reader? Ty !»

Waaa! My first emoji anon! 🥰 I'm so happy- welcome!

「 ✦ XIAO ✦ 」

Xiao had been an adeptus for longer than he could properly remember, and the feeling of «love», in romantic contexts, wasn't something he was familiar with.

He's seen countless couples in his years of existence, but he never quite grasped the concept of what it meant to love someone outside of family.

That human desire to kiss someone? That need of multiple actions he could not wrap his head on? He was clueless.

Perhaps that was why he didn't know what that heat on his chest meant. That feeling of something tugging at his heart and filling him with that sort of anxiety that left him on guard.

What confused him the most was that you were the cause of it. Had you cursed him some way without him realizing?

He even managed to believe you were a threat.

Of course, confused as to why the ever so calm adeptus was acting on edge with you, Zhongli decided to ask Xiao what was happening.

The god found himself amused when Xiao explained the situation to him.

"Ah, my dear child. I believe I know what id that you're feeling." Zhongli hummed, muffling a small chuckle that dared escape his lips. "Fear not, as it is not dangerous."

"Huh? If it's not dangerous, what is it?" Xiao asked, frowning slightly at the consistent incognita of what was that feeling you caused.

"Mm, I believe the simplest term of it would be «love», Xiao."

Safe to say, if his entire life didn't already gave him existencial crisis on a daily basis, trying to come to terms with the idea of falling in love was surely passing with five stars its debut.

From that day, he started to study you. Trying to figure out if what Morax explained to him was accurate, and if so, how.

And soon enough, he found himself admiring little things you did. How you acted around others, how your personality was like.

So this was what love felt? To wish to admire you, close or from afar, as long as you kept being true to yourself?

If that was it... Love might not be that bad after all.

He wouldn't confess though, not until he manages to understand better how to process his feelings. Just because he understood what love felt like, didn't meant he understood how to act with it.

It would probably take a while, but he was patient. He just hoped you could wait for him too.

「 ✦ VENTI ✦ 」

The God of Freedom had been a free soul his entire life. And while he had experienced the cons and pros of it, the lost and happiness of friends and people he could even consider family, he never had fallen in love with someone.

And oh dear archons if he had fallen hard for you.

The wind was free, yet somehow he had never felt as free as when he was with you.

As a Mondstadt citizen, he would usually see you as one of his children. But he couldn't help but see you, not as his child, but as a companion to his free life.

"Isn't he divine?" The god murmured softly as he watched you from afar.

Kaeya hummed with humor as she watched the Anemo Archon look so helplessly in love while he was drunk in the Angel's share.

"I suppose he is," Kaeya replied, amused.

The god knew what love meant. What it implied.

He also knew what it implied for him to fall in love with a mortal that wouldn't be able to live more than a few decades.

But as he watched you from afar; the man that managed to get his full attention like the best wine, he decided that the consequences were worth it.

"If you like them so much, why don't you go ahead and confess?" Diluc replied as he cleaned one of the glasses.

"Eh? But what if he rejects me Master Diluc?" Venti pouted as he rested his head on top of the counter.

"Then it wasn't meant to be." Diluc's replied calmly, a small frown on his face as he watched the drunk bard. "Now stop drinking before you embarrass yourself more than average."

"Master Diluc is cruel."

"So I've been told."

Needless to say, to confess to you he had to be:

Drunk.

He had to count with someone's (Diluc's) help.

It's a miracle he managed to get you to date him.

「 ✦ KAEYA ✦ 」

He was quick to realize he liked you. The Calvary Captain of the Knights of Favonius could be slightly flirty if he wanted, and therefore knew how exactly certain feelings felt like.

But realizing he was in love for you, that had been a rollercoaster for him.

You were an incredible man. And the times he caught a glimpse of your smile he couldn't help but feel like he was just falling harder for your presence.

He smiled at the slight mention of your name. And would try to take care of you when you needed it the most.

Of course, this also meant he got free teasing from Lisa, Jean and Rosalia.

Also Klee's questions about if you were his boyfriend, or husband, or if you were already dating.

He might have heard Lisa laugh more times in his crushing-for-you time than in the whole time he had met Lisa.

"If you know you like them, why don't you confess already then?" Rosalia asked him while they were getting drinks at Angel's share

"I want it to be a more perfect moment."

"When it includes you? I doubt that's possible," Diluc commented as he served another client.

"That's a bit cruel even for you, Master Diluc."

So he does try to plan for it to be perfect. He slowly manages to get stuff you like, wanting to be a good time between both of you.

He almost messes all of it up (Diluc has premonition powers now???), but was able to not mess it up at last minute.

Perhaps Barbaros was on his side that day.

[hyperfixat]

HELLO NOT A REQUEST BUT ID LIKE TO DROP A BRAINROT THOUGHT I HAD!

Just read through your "how the brothers show affection" hcs and I sat there and thought "man I'd probably do that back no questions asked"

>Attempting to mimic Levi's Purrs/Trilling (and completely mutilating it but oh my demons he is FLUSTERED. Ask him to teach you and bro passes away)

>Softly biting Mammon (open mouth and slobbering on his jacket lmao) or straight up doing bird-style contact calling (I chirp and whistle at my pet bird she loves it and demands pets)

>Headbutting Satan in the arm (and then maybe doing some face nuzzles like cat becuase I think he'd melt)

>Nibbling at Beel, like if he feeds you a food just nip softly at his fingers (or like absent-mindedly chew on his forearm)

>Brat vs Brat Violence with Belphie waking up to find his whole face has been licked (smug bastard about it because he kinda smells like you now)

Idk it kinda just clicked in my head bc I do these things a lot and I wanted to share my brain juice

HELLO thank u for the ask and your comments on the rb and I LOVE THIS!!

post they’re referring to here

- i think levi would pass away then and there if while you guys are just hanging out, you start trying to make those noises. i imagine mild confusion anf then it clicks and he goes red in the face and falls backwards.. its like u suddenly reminded him he likes u and thats so embarrassing on his end >_< silly little otaku

- the mammon point you have made the slobber part really resonates with me <3 i would love to get his jacket covered in drool no reason other than to be a menace, and its more than fair!! you probably have bite marks and assorted demon afflicted marks on your clothes!!

- with satan i can see a headbutt compitition brewing. he does it, you do it (but harder), he goes slightly harder, and the good thing is u can almost always win!! he knows at some point if you dont give up he’ll end up hurting you.. its all in good fun, so the only way u lose is if you get interrupted by someone

- biting beel.. i like to think the demons in general have thicker skin if u know what i mean… hilarious to think that he doesn’t even know what youre doing or that it happened the first couple of times you went in for a bite 😭

like beel nibbles u a little and goes back to whatever he was doing idk, then in the back of his mind he thinks ‘hm something touched my arm’ completely not registering that was u going ham trying to dent his thick skin

- personally im not a licker, but i can also see compitition between you and belphie where at the end you both have to take a shower and change clothes becasue your licking went too far ☹️

[feariteriu]

𝐃𝐫𝐮𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐇𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐲 — 𝐌𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐬

—MasterList!

𝗦𝗨𝗠𝗠𝗔𝗥𝗬: y/n gets a late night call from the boy that has her completely whipped, she’s confused as he rambles on drunken thoughts to her.

𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗦: cursing, under age drinking? lol just really fluffy tbh.

𝗣𝗔𝗥𝗥𝗜𝗡𝗚: miles morales x female y/n

𝗔/𝗡: sorry it’s kinda long hope you like it!

—

Collapsing on your bed, you moved your arm to rest over your forehead. You were exhausted. The party you'd just gotten home from had completely drained you. You were moments away from falling asleep when your phone rang. Groaning, you lazily reached across your bed for it. "Hello?" you murmured, answering without bothering to check the ID. The sound of pounding music and muffled chatter echoed through the speaker. "Hello?" You repeated.

"Y/N!" Sitting up, you quickly checked the caller, "Miles?"

"Where are you?" His voice sounded slurred. "Are you drunk?"

"No-maybe-that's not the point."

"Are you still at the party?" you questioned, checking the time. "Do you need to be picked up or something?"

"No," he denied. "I need to know-" he paused for a moment. "I need to know where you are."

"Why? What's wrong?" Miles muttered something incoherent under his breath.

"Just tell me where you are!"

"I'm at home," you told him, confusion filling your face. "What's wrong?" He released a deep breath of relief, "When did you-when did you leave?"

"I don't know," you sighed. "Maybe half an hour ago?"

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"I hadn't seen you for a while," you explained. "I didn't even know if you were still at the party. I thought maybe you'd left with someone."

He snorted, "As if I'd leave with any of these people," he muttered, trailing off into something you couldn't understand.

"Miles," you sighed, "you're drunk."

"So?"

"Can we please just talk tomorrow?" you requested, rubbing your temple. "Are you safe?" he asked you, his voice turning serious.

"What are you talking about?"

"I thought something had happened to you, I was looking everywhere," he explained. "No one could tell me where you were and I-I was really worried and I just-" he fumbled on.

"Miles, calm down," you instructed. "Take a breath." You held back your laughter as he followed your instructions, the action being much more dramatic than necessary. "Now, why were you worried?"

"Because I couldn't find you! I was looking everywhere," he repeated. "I'm sorry you got so concerned," you told him. "I promise you I'm okay."

"You promise?" His tone was much softer now, his voice so quiet it was barely audible over the background noise. "I promise, Miles," you smiled. "How much have you had to drink?" you inquired. "Just a little bit."

"A little bit?" you repeated, lying back down and turning onto your side. "Are you sure?"

"Maybe-maybe a little bit more than a little bit," he replied. "I take it you're still at the party?" you asked him, though you already knew the answer. "Mm-hmm."

"Did you need a lift home?" you offered. "I can come get you."

"No," he denied. "I'm crashing here tonight. A few of the others are too."

"Are you sure?" you asked, toying with your bedspread. "You sound like you're ready to go to bed," you told him honestly. "I don't think you'll be able to get any sleep there at the moment."

"I guess not," Miles agreed. "What are you doing?" you questioned, the background noise changing and becoming more muffled. "I'm going outside," he said. "There's a pool."

"Miles no! Don't get in the pool. You're probably too drunk to remember how to swim."

"That's not true," he muttered. "Oh shi-"

"What did you do?" you sighed. "Someone left their shoe in my way," he groaned. "Are you sure it wasn't your shoe? Did you fall?" you asked, unable to hide the amusement from your tone.

"Maybe."

"I'm going to ask once more, are you sure you don't want me to come back and get you?" There was silence from his end for a moment and you felt your heart pick up the pace.

"Miles?"

"I'm here," he whispered.

"You okay?"

"I'm fine. Keep talking," he instructed.

"Talking?"

"I like your voice." You could hear the smile behind his words. "It's a very nice voice."

"Thank you?" you laughed, not sure of how to respond. "I can't say I've ever been complimented on my voice before."

"You should have been," he responded. "It is a very nice voice," he said again. "With a very nice face to match.”

You and Miles had known each other for a very long time. You wouldn't ever admit it aloud, but he had always been the one who was able to make you smile and who was able to make the butterflies in your stomach come to life-especially when he said stuff like that. He definitely wasn’t aware of the effect he had on you if he did he would stop saying things like that right?

"Why aren't you talking?" From the tone of his voice, you could tell he was pouting. "Sorry," you smiled. "I'm talking now. Will you be okay tonight? I really want to come pick you up," you sighed out.

"I'll be all good," he responded, dragging out his words. "I've found myself a nice chair," he laughed, his laughter soon turning to giggles. "It's so comfy."

"I'm sure it is."

"You sound tired," Miles commented.

"That's because I am," you told him. "And I think you are too."

"I think I am, too. You're so smart. Did you know that? And very pretty. And you have an amazing voice."

"I think you should probably go get some sleep, Miles," you sighed, trying not to read too much into his words because of the state he was in. "I'll ring you tomorrow to check on you, okay?"

"Okay," he mumbled sadly. "You promise you'll ring me?"

"Of course."

"Pinky swear?"

"There's no other promise," you insisted. "Goodnight Miles."

"Goodnight (Y/N)!" Shaking your head, you rolled onto your back-opening your messages to text your friend who was still at the party, asking them to go check on Miles. Once they had replied, you tossed your phone to the side before sliding under your covers. You understood that Miles was under the influence of alcohol and that probably wouldn't remember the conversation you had just now.

You didn't want to get your hopes up, have any form of expectations. Pushing certain thoughts out of your mind, you hugged your pillow to your chest, closing your eyes-ready to fall asleep. Tomorrow you would ring Miles to check on him and you hoped by then your head would be clear.

. . .

Entering a small little cafe of his choice, you cast your eyes around trying to find Miles. Unable to find him in the cafe, you made your way towards the counter. "Hey," you greeted.

"Hi," she smiled. "What can I get for you?"

"Something strong and sweet please," you answered. "Has a black guy with dark curly hair and a dopey smile been in here yet?" She shook her head, "Sorry, haven't seen him. Go take a seat and I'll bring this out to you."

"Thanks," you told her, following her instructions. Taking a seat at the table with two chairs, quickly looking over at the door to see if Miles was nearby. You'd rang him earlier like you had told him you would do last night and you'd both made plans to meet up here.

The conversation hadn't lasted long, Miles had only just woken up when you called him and he was getting ready to go help clean up. He asked you to meet him at the cafe and you jumped at the chance. Pulling your phone out, you spent a few minutes replying to a friend before a steaming mug was placed in front of you.

"Thanks again."

"Let me know if there's anything else you need," she replied, heading back to the counter. You weren't sitting alone for long when Miles sat opposite to you. You jumped slightly in surprise at his arrival. "Hi," you chuckled, taking in his appearance. "You don't look..." you trailed off.

"Yeah I know," he sighed. "I think I may have gone over my limit a little yesterday," he admitted. He took a deep breath before resting his arms on the table, "Hi," he smiled finally.

"Besides the obvious...are you doing okay?" Miles nodded, "I guess, just a little embarrassed," he told you, his cheeks flushing. You raised an eyebrow, "What do you have to be embarrassed about?" you asked him.

He sent you a knowing look, "Last night," he clarified. "I'm sorry for disturbing you."

"Miles," you groaned. "You're one of my closest friends," you told him. "You weren't disturbing me, I'm just glad that you're okay."

"Right," he said, his tone almost sad as he muttered something under his breath. Before you could ask what was wrong, the waitress from before placed a drink in front of him, "You look like you need this," she laughed, walking off once more.

His hands immediately wrapped around the mug, "She's like a mind reader," he mumbled, taking a small sip. "Can I ask you something?" you questioned, almost hesitantly.

He nodded, confusion crossing his face for a brief moment. "You don't usually drink so much," you began, "and I was just wondering..." the boy sighed, "Why I ended up as smashed as I did?" You gave him a short nod.

"It's a little...stupid," he confessed, you could tell he was reluctant to divulge his reasoning to you. "It's okay," you said. "You don't need to tell me, I just hope nothing's wrong," reaching across the table to rest your hand on his. Noticing how his body tensed at your touch, you retracted your hand immediately. "Sorry," you squeaked.

He shook his head, "No, it's not-don't be," he insisted. "I uh-you rang because you were worried about me...do you remember?" He brought his hand to rest on the back of his neck, rubbing at it awkwardly, "Yeah...I remember. I thought maybe you'd left with one of the guys," he admitted.

Your brow furrowed, "Why would you think that?"

"I overheard-actually it doesn't matter," he told you. "I'm sorry about all that. Ringing you I mean."

"It's okay," you admitted. "It's good to know someone cares," you joked. "Of course, I care," he said softly. Smiling down at the table, you moved your hands to wrap around the mug in front of you. "Do you happen to remember what else you said?" you dared to ask, your face heating up at the thought.

Miles laughed, "Now I think you're just trying to embarrass me."

"So you don't?" you questioned, trying to hide the hurt from your tone. His expression turned serious, "No I-I do remember," he confirmed slowly. "All of it." Miles leaned back in his seat, "Last night I learned that I become very...vocal and honest when I drink."

"Honest?"

"Well you do have a very nice voice," he replied playfully. "And an equally pretty face." You could feel your face redden further, making him laugh. "It turns out drunk me has more confidence around you than sober me."

"What do you mean?" The boy's smile turned shy, "It seems I'm much more likely to spill certain things," he hinted. "I don't understand," you replied.

"Don't worry about it."

"Okay..." you drawled. "Did you end up sleeping out on the pool chair?" you questioned. Miles shook his head, "F/N helped me find an actual bed, thank you for that by the way," he said, giving you a knowing look.

You shrugged innocently, "A pool chair is not a good place to spend the night," you commented. "I owe you for that," he continued.

Scoffing, you take another sip of your drink, "That's not necessary. Like I said, we're friends." The hurt that flashed across his face matched the feeling that had risen within you at your words. "Friends," he sighed under his breath.

Miles seemed to be in the middle of a debate with himself. "Are you okay?" you asked, the concern evident in your voice.

"Actually," he announced, "I want to ask you something...I was talking with F/N last night, and she kind of helped me realize a few things," he admitted. "And if I read into her words correctly... then I think..." He found it hard to finish what he was trying to say.

"What is it?" you laughed nervously. "I'm just going to say it," Miles told you. "Right now. Out loud." Not wanting to interrupt his thoughts, you both fall into a small period of silence.

"I like you," he blurted out.

"What?"

"I like you," he repeated, meeting your eyes.

"I like you too, Miles," you insisted, tilting your head.

"No," he smiled, amused at how oblivious you could be, "I like you."

"Oh." Miles suddenly grew nervous, "That's your only response?" he asked. You moved your hands to rest on your lap, "I don't really know what to say," you said slowly.

He took your words as a sign that you didn't feel the same way. "Right, I'm sorry," he laughed. "Just forget I said anything," he said, averting his eyes from you. "No!" you shouted, feeling your cheeks heat once more-not meaning to be so loud. "Sorry...I just-you took me by surprise. I was just...not expecting you to say that."

"Is the concept of me like you so hard to imagine?" he joked, but the nerves behind his eyes were still there. "No...what's hard to imagine," you told him, "is that you feel the same about me as I do about you."

The boy's mouth parted slightly, "Wait..." You laughed at his expression. "You like me too?" he grinned. Nodding, you wrapped your arms around yourself loosely, "For longer than I think I want to admit," you told him bashfully.

He beamed at your words, "So...does this mean you'll go on a date with me?" he questioned hopefully. Chuckling, you found yourself staring into his eyes, "I would love to go on a date with you, Miles."

…

“I just realized we never paid for our drinks.”

[hinaaspanda]

in case of emergency: break me | l.hs

pairing: fwb! lee heeseung x fem! reader

warnings: 18+ content, swearing

genre: angst with a happy ending, crack, smut: oral (f receiving), protected sex, doggy style, dirty talk

wc: 8,828

The moment you and your neighbour, Lee Heeseung, agreed on a no-strings-attached relationship, you knew that there was only one rule you had to follow: don't fall in love. The consequences of breaking that one simple rule? Pure and utter chaos.

a/n; hi again! here is my third installment of my enhypen fic lineup. youd think that since theyre my ults id write abt them more hdsfkkfgdukgf but oh well. also, you've probably noticed a differently layout from before. i'm actually planning on switching it up for future fics so definitely lmk what you guys think! anyways, enjoy! <3

...

You were falling in love.

That was your first of many mistakes. 

Heeseung was on top of you, his lips grazing the small of your neck in swift, flirtatious pecks. You glanced down, the evening light peeking through the apartment window cascaded off of his bare figure, highlighting his muscular frame. His broad shoulders shielded you from the outside world as he pinned you against the bed, a firm hand gripping the bed sheets. The other hand hung your thigh against his hips, linking your legs around his waist. His hips teasingly thrusted between your legs, lips linking with yours. 

“You look beautiful, princess.” Heeseung’s breath grazed your skin, in which its surface burned into flames at his touch. The bambi-eyed figure glistened in the evening starlight. His smile could light up a darkened world if it wanted to, and it certainly never failed to give the pit of your stomach butterflies. Usually, you would just blame these feelings on Heeseung’s smooth words, his flirtatious stare. But tonight? You weren’t so sure. 

His lips link up with yours, sealing up each dirty groan that echoes from your throat. You notice your fingers grasping his arms a little harder this time, as if you were afraid to let go, afraid to leave his grasp. You melted into his lips; an ability only Lee Heeseung had.

How could you let this happen?

You remember it as if it was yesterday. Coming home mere minutes before the sun was set to rise, your busted heels in hand. You trot out of the elevator barefoot. Tears stream down your pitiful face as you meet the eyes of your neighbor and close acquaintance, Lee Heeseung, throwing out the trash. You weren’t too close to him, but you were desperate for any type of solace, so you accepted his invitation for drinks at his place. 

Automatically, he leads you into his apartment. Your lips hurl themselves into an hour-long rant about your ex, who had just broken up with you that night, as Heeseung pours you a drink. Hours passed, the sun was peeking behind the buildings, and you were in Heeseung’s arms, head hitting against his door as you entrap your lips in sloppy kisses. Together, you let your sensations take over you, and in between pecks and hickeys, you agree to be friends with benefits. 

You only had one rule to follow; don’t fall in love. You both agreed that it would just complicate things. For 2 months, everything went according to plan. The two of you relished in each other’s bodies, while managing the distance of staying friends. So, why did it get the best of you now?

Currently, Heeseung’s lips trailed further down, peppering kisses on your lower stomach. Your heart fluttered as he glanced up, his eyes holding yours in a firm grip as he toyed with the fabric of your panties. His fingers traced your clothed lips, toying with your mind. Your breath hitched. A part of you wanted nothing more than to give in and reach down, grabbing his hand by the wrist and leading your body into bliss.

This couldn’t go on.

 Gently, Heeseung hooks the fabric in one swoop, pushing the barrier away. You jerked, your body just as confused as your heart. Your legs close, catching his attention, his bambi-like eyes.

 “Heeseung?”

“Hm?”

“I don’t think we should do this tonight.”

Heeseung propped himself up, chivalrously lending you a hand as well. You watched as his lips parted, as if he was about to say something before he shut himself up. He backed away, giving you as much distance as you needed without sending his figure to the floor. It wasn’t enough, though. Your heart was still racing in his presence. You had to leave. 

Without looking at his direction, you hopped off the bed, tossing your clothes on frantically before shuffling your way out of his apartment. Guilt tormented your heart. In truth, you wanted nothing more than to spend your night endlessly relishing his touch. Nevertheless, that was the problem. You wanted him.

Despite going to bed early, you couldn’t sleep a wink that night.   

…

Lee Heeseung wasn’t a dumbass.

He knew better than to keep you in his apartment that night. Something did seem odd about you, you seemed uncomfortable, extra soft to the touch. While he couldn’t figure out why, he wasn’t gonna be some jerk who forced you to stay the night. So when you got dressed and headed for the door, Heeseung knew better than to stop you. 

Lee Heeseung wasn’t a dumbass. However, in this particular instance, he was quite confused. 

The morning sun peeked through the blinds of his apartment window. Heeseung paced around the wooden floor, dust soaring at each quaky step of his bare-foot. His back was still bare, loose-fitting joggers hanging around his hips as he scratched the crown of his head for the um-teenth time in that hour. He sighed, his tongue subtly swiping at his bottom lip, brows furrowed. 

Why did you leave?

Was it because of him? Did he hurt you in any way? His teeth picked at his lips as he wandered over to the kitchen. He poured the lukewarm coffee into a large mug and sipped like his life depended on it. As if he’d find all the answers to his problems engraved in the glass. Just to be safe, Heeseung quickly peeked before putting down the glass. What the hell was he doing?

He shouldn’t have to fuss over you so much. It wasn’t like there was anything real between you two, anyways. Your relationship was strictly business, no strings attached. A foolproof plan to take the weight off of each other’s shoulders for a couple of nights a week (okay, maybe more than just a couple). He didn’t need to worry about you. 

Except, he did. And right now, he didn’t really catch the memo on ‘foolproof’. Right now, he was as foolish as they come.

Heeseung felt his stomach stirring. Queasing above his joggers. He wondered whether you secretly spiked his coffee before you escaped his arms last night. Heeseung dashed to his closet to throw on the first shirt he could find, before heading out the door. 

…

The elevator was supposed to be peaceful. If you were lucky enough, you were able to keep the compact, metallic box to yourself, giving yourself a pleasant start to your morning. It was supposed to be undisturbed. 

Instead, you were standing before a very distressed figure. Complete with his gray joggers, a shirt clearly thrown on haphazardly, and untiedーmismatched, too? ーsneakers. The figure stood before the elevator door, palms planted on their knees as they pant in exhaustion. Your brows furrowed, wondering why the elevator doors wouldn’t close faster.

Was Lee Heeseung that desperate to see you?

Heesung steps into the elevator with you, his shoulder rubbing against your tense ones. With his figure snug—a little too snug—at your side, the two of you stand in silence as the elevator makes its slow descent to the apartment’s lobby. Your breath was caught in your throat, panic spinning around you like a life-threatening amusement park ride. You thought you made yourself clear with your cruel escape from his arms, what more did Heeseung need to get the message?

“Uh, hey!” Heeseung stuttered. You winced from cringe coursing through your body. He coughed a lump out of his throat, making you wince again. “Did you sleep alright last night?” 

You purse your lips, trying your hardest not to laugh. Not at him, but rather his audacity to ask you that silly question. You most definitely had a good night’s sleep, especially after that god forbidden revelation you had just moments before.

“Uh, yeah,” You mutter under your breath. 

The silence was unbearable; crawling underneath your skin like some unwanted pest. You tapped your foot against the tile floor; anything to pass the time. The absolute dreadful time you were having. Your skin grew ice cold. Why couldn’t this damn elevator move any faster? 

“So, I-”

As if God was able to hear your very repetitive prayers, the doors of the elevator pinged open. It was a miracle. In a hurried step, you make your way out of the metal box. Without looking back, you huff, interrupting the poor boy left behind. 

“I don’t think we should meet up anymore.” Your voice was stern. Cold. Like a wall crafted from ice and brick. Unattainable. 

The elevator doors close a second after, leaving the poor, bambi-eyed boy to be devoured in its wake. Your body flooded with guilt, ripping your heart out of your chest mere minutes before smashing it into pieces. You hated seeing him so alone, so confused. A part of you wanted nothing more than to run back to him, reclaim your place snuggled back in his arms. The last thing you wanted was to rip yourself away from his warmth. But alas, that wasn’t possible. This was the only suitable punishment for breaking the one rule you set for yourself; not to fall in love. 

…

“Just put those in the kitchen,” Sunghoon’s voice sounded strained as it rang in your ears. If you had to guess, it’s probably from the countless boxes he’s spent the afternoon carrying back and forth. All in an effort to move into his new apartment. You trailed behind him, carrying an array of boxes yourself. You followed your friend’s words, placing the cardboard boxes on the floor of his new kitchen. Sunghoon followed suit, placing his boxes on the floor beside you before cracking his back in relief. “Thanks again for helping out, by the way,”

“No problem!” You lined up the boxes in a more organized fashion. You honestly didn’t mind helping your best friend move into his new apartment. After all, you knew he would have done the same; it was natural for you to help Sunghoon out for things like this.

  And besides, you were free for the afternoon, and you desperately needed a distraction from that bambi-eyed boy that lived beside you. 

The two of you began busying yourselves, unpacking Sunghoon’s belongings and placing around the once barren apartment. You felt calm; putting away Sunghoon’s utensils without any unease. Placing the last of the silverware into the drawer, you pressed the compartment shut. Your teamwork was seamless, your stress seemed to fade away through the exhaust pipes of the building. 

You felt too calm. Like the calm air moments before a terrible, devastating storm. 

“Oh right,” Sunghoon chirped as he placed the last of the plates into the cabinet. “Jake’s coming over to help, too.”

You shrugged, the thought never grazing your mind. Well, it did, until Jake actually arrived. 

With Lee Heeseung at his side.

Fuck. 

… 

You never thought you’d be spending your Saturday afternoon curled up in Sunghoon’s new bathtub, hiding from the one and only Lee Heeseung. Your breaths shortened, body frozen as sweat pooled at your temples. A gulp shoots down your throat anxiously. You couldn’t bear to move even a muscle under this heaving pressure. What the hell were you supposed to do? Just face the guy you stupidly fell for? 

You’d rather die a slow, painful death than ever admit this out loud, but you did miss what you had with the bambi-eyed boy. The relationship you had before the cold, ruthless rejection you dropped upon him like a life-size boulder. Before the reckless agreement of friends with benefits. Back when you were strictly, innocently neighbours. 

Without all of those messy labels, maybe you could’ve had something more. 

You smack each cheek with your palms. No, you couldn’t think this way. You couldn’t think of Heeseung any more than you already have. He had already stolen your heart, hiding it steep beneath his grasp. What you needed to do was steal it back, with all the force and cruel words you could use.  

You had to fall out of love. No matter what. 

Without warning, the creak of the door hinge echoes through the confined bathroom. You throw your body back, the shock bouncing through your veins. A series of shuffling follows, and your breath hitches in your throat. Your hands fly to your mouth, concealing any peep that could escape as the shuffling grows lounder, and a voice trails closely behind. A familiar voice. 

“—Just leave it here, right?” Lee Heeseung shouted through the door of the washroom. A voice—presumably Sunghoon’s—murmurs an affirmative response before Heeseung does as he’s told and you scoff under your breath. If he was so obedient, why was he so stubborn with your heart? Your pupils shook in fear, your breaths growing heavy with each turn. With your hands still attached to your lips, you gulp.

“What was that?” Heeseung’s loitering figure murmured to himself. Your eyes dried out from staying open for so long, fear absolutely penetrating your body. His shuffling steps grew closer. And closer. His shadow painted onto the plastic shower curtain growing bigger with each of his curious steps, enveloping your sad, pitiful frame. “Is someone there?”

You’re fucked. 

A soft chuckle echoes from the other side of the shower curtain, throwing you off. “Guess I’m hearing things,” Heeseung finally says before walking away, swiftly shutting the bathroom door. You emerge from the shadows, pushing the shower curtain to the side as you huff the biggest sigh of your life. 

You’re such a coward. 

…

Heeseung couldn’t help but stay quiet amidst Jake’s rambling as the two of them drove away from their friend’s new apartment. It was natural, given the heavy sense of disappointment weighing atop his shoulders. Heeseung stared out the window, his eyes trailing each streetlight that flew past his view from the passenger seat. The driver, Jake Sim, took quick notice of his silence, his smile fading as he turned to Heeseung’s attention. “What’s wrong?”

Heeseung only murmured a response, earning a sigh from the now know-it-all driver. “I told you, she wasn’t gonna show.”

The bambi boy pursed his lips, sinking further into the leather of the car seat. Jake’s words already had a sense of familiarity to them; he already knew you wouldn’t show up at Sunghoon’s. You made that abundantly clear the moment you shunned him off entirely back at the elevator this morning. The moment you escaped his arms the night before, leaving him barren and empty. It was written in the stars, and yet, Heeseung refused to use his telescope. 

Jake heaved another sigh, his brows furrowing as he kept his eyes on the road. “You gotta give it up, man. Don’t waste your time on her. Hell, you two aren’t even dating!”

Jake was anything but wrong. You and him never went past the label of ‘friends with benefits.’ So, why was he stuck here mourning you like you were something more? “I guess, but–”

“Tell you what, Minji from my calc. class is single right now. What if I set you two up?”

Heeseung couldn’t seem to take his eyes off the trees that swayed outside his car window. He mindlessly fiddled with his fingers—mindlessly, due to the fact that his mind was now occupied with the thought of you. Who was he kidding? You’ve infected his mind for a while now, ever since he lost the sense of your touch that night. He thought back to the image of your back, walking further and further away from him. He thought back to the quick turn of your head, seconds before the elevator door closed. He thought back to your words. Words that stabbed his chest like a diamond encrusted dagger. 

We shouldn’t see each other anymore. 

Heeseung’s eyes finally met his driver’s, who was taking curious glances at his good friend. He picked at his lips. 

“Alright”

…

Did God hate you?

You had to ask because ever since you rejected the bambi-eyed Lee Heeseung, you’ve been living in absolute turmoil. And today was no different. 

“You stopped seeing him?” Sunghoon quizzed through his mouthful of food. You simply cocked an eyebrow, baffled at how slow your supposed best friend was to the news. He drilled into another bite of his burger, whilst you slowly popped another fry into your mouth. “How come?”

A shrug danced off of your shoulders, fingers popping another fry into your mouth like clockwork. You figured that the answer was fairly obvious, considering your heart has been reeling the effects for weeks now. The answer had turned your life into a minefield; one small reminder of him, and you were sent into an idiotic frenzy. Another fry swam into your mouth, eyes diverting from your friend as shame overtook you. On second thought, maybe Sunghoon was right not to notice; maybe you were going insane over nothing. 

“Things just sorta fizzled,” You absolute liar. 

“Well, there’s other guys out there, you’ll be fine!” Sunghoon leaned back with a smile. 

Potato mush slid down your throat, your tongue growing sour at Sunghoon’s sentiments. It felt foregin; being with anyone else but Lee Heeseung. Another fry leaps into your mouth, slowly nodding to Sunghoon’s words. God, you’re such a liar. 

Sunghoons eyes, in the snap of a second, spill from their sockets, jerking forward as he nearly spits out his drink. He gulps, his eyes never leaving the perplexing view behind you. “Speak of the devil.”

Maybe you shouldn’t have looked back. Maybe you shouldn’t have let your curiosity get the better of you. At least then, you wouldn’t have to watch Lee Heeseung sit down at the same diner, with another girl on his arm. Minji from your calculus class, to be exact.

You choked. You grew dizzy, sick to the stomach. The more you heard Heeseung’s affectionate chuckle, his date’s giggles to his dumb dad jokes; the more you felt an uncomfortable swirl grow at the pit of your stomach. And the more your mind began to wander, stubbornly. Wander back to the times you spent with him, the times he spewed out dumb jokes for you to laugh at. You thought you were going to faint. You needed to get out of here. 

“So-”

“Do you wanna check out that new ice cream place downtown?”

You spat your words out in one single, panicked breath, not bearing to take your next one until Park Sunghoon answers your question. Your friend cocks an eyebrow up, his eyes darting back to his food tray—complete with an unfinished meal. 

“I mean sure, but we haven’t finished our food?”

“I don’t want it anymore.”

“But you want ice cream?”

You nod as if you didn’t seem completely insane. “Yeah! Now let’s go!”

Without waiting for him, you shoot up from your seat, strategically hiding each leftover fry so it only looks like mere crumbs on your food tray. With confusion lining his face, Sunghoon shoves the rest of his burger into his mouth, grossly managing to spew a response to your apparent eagerness. “Alright, alright, I’m coming, jeez!”

You practically bolted out the door. After all, the last thing you needed was to catch a glimpse of Lee Heeseung at that god forsaken diner. 

…

His bambi eyes pierced through you.

You stood frozen before your wide open doorframe, practically welcoming him with open arms with its vacant stance—something you didn’t quite agree with, yourself. Nonetheless, he lets himself in, pushing past you swiftly. Like a fairy dancing in the wind, he aligns your body with his, and gently rests you against the wall, one hand hugging your waist, while the other cups your cheek. Your heart was racing, leaping out of your heaving, quaking chest. The head above you spun endlessly. You needed to get out, or kick him out at the very least. And yet, here you were, stuck in his heated trance. 

His eyes bore a sense of hunger, starvation as he stared into yours. They weren’t much of an innocent deer anymore, but rather had the glint of an angry lion. His jaw tensed, as if he was holding back, restraining himself as he lifted your hand, gently kissing your knuckles. Your stomach flipped inside out, heart fluttering away. Your skin burnt to the touch, breath shaking beneath his. He dipped down, burying his face into the crook of your neck before hushing a whisper into your ear. 

“I want you.”

You gulp, head spinning. In practically a whimper, you fight back. Well, a poor excuse for a fight anyway. “Heeseung, I-”

He only gritted back, his sharp stare slicing your skin. “I know you want me, too.”

Another gulp shoots down your throat as a certain heat pooled below you. You press your legs together, eyes dipping down to your feet. You wanted him. You wanted Lee Heeseung so bad. 

Heeseung’s lips crash onto yours, a groan lifting from him. Your eyes widen at the strength of his movements. It was as if he finally broke free from a prison, a prison without you. With all sense of morale thrown out the window, you swing your arms around him, hugging his neck, pulling your chest against his. His skin fell into flames at your touch, like each millimeter of flesh was a landmine. Your tongues danced from within, fighting back and forth as your hands roamed, dragging your finger all around each other's bodies. Swiftly, Heeseung hooked his arms around your thighs, lifting you from your standing position and carrying you to your couch, his lips ever leaving yours. 

The bambi boy sits down, resting your figure atop of him, your legs straddling his lap. Your arms never left his neck as his hands busied himself undoing your top. You thanked yourself for your constant habit of never wearing a bra around the house. With your chest exposed, Heeseung dipped down, trailing his lips further down your exposed body. Wetness polled between your legs, you felt antsy. Moans escaped your lips at each and every one of his movements. You were in heaven.

You never wanted this to end. 

You couldn’t have anything nice, could you?

Your morning alarm boomed like a siren in your ears as you shook out of your slumber. You jolted out of your sheets, the irritating beeping still ringing in your ears. You glance around your bedsheets, revealing nothing but your own belongings. No hints of a visitor last night. Your heart sunk to the floor, your fingers grazing your very flushed cheeks. Your mind was simply toying with you, with your heart. 

It was all a dream. 

…

You couldn’t seem to fall asleep. Your eyes never felt the need to droop, your lips never needed to stifle a yawn. You were as awake as a nocturnal creature amidst a night sky. You couldn't figure out why, but you had a sneaking suspicion that this particular morning, and a certain pair of bambi eyes, had something to do with it. 

Here he was again, claiming his spot right in the middle of your mind. 

You once again grew desperate for another distraction, a way to rid you of your very stubborn thoughts on the man who so cruelly stole your heart away. It didn’t matter how stubborn his presence seemed to be, you were not going down without a fight. And thus, you dove straight into your studies the moment you got home, and you haven’t swam back up to the surface since. No matter how much each formula gave you a headache, it was better than having Lee Heeseung occupy your brain. 

You huff, mentally addressing the elephant in the room. The elephant which seemed to flee from you the moment you woke up earlier this morning. 

Your dream. 

By now, it had been a few weeks since your departure from the rocky roads of Lee Heeseung’s presence. Almost a month without his smile, without his bambi-eyes. You thought you grew accustomed to this Heeseung-less lifestyle. You’ve gone out more with friends, dove deep into your studies, actually tried working on other aspects of your life, aspects that didn’t need the presence of a man, especially one you weren’t destined to be with. 

Though, there's one keyword in that first sentence; thought. In theory, you finally moved past the paradox of Lee Heeseung. In practice? Your heart was clearly too stubborn to follow through. That was made maddeningly clear ever since you had that dream last night. Your heart was practically screaming through your eardrums; You were in love with Lee Heeseung.

Nevertheless, none of that mattered. You could never give into your silly feelings. Afterall, if that visit to the diner a few weeks back taught you anything, it was that you were as miniscule in Heeseung’s eyes as a speck of dust. Whatever dumb feelings you had for your neighbor was clearly never reciprocated. 

The sound of faint shuffling puffs through your ears, surpassing the music which was supposed to keep you calm. A jingle of keys and a few hushed voices later, it finally clicked. Your neighbor was home. Home with a girl, anyway. 

That same sick feeling drilled through your torso again, your vision turning into a blur. Your notes turned into scribbles, your music turned into noise. Nothing made any sense anymore. The only thing you could really pinpoint was the burning sensation just above your chest. The tenseness of your skin, the clench of your jaw. It irked you to imagine Heeseung with someone else, not with the layers of history the two of you had, the moments you shared. 

You slap your cheeks, resetting your brain. It’s settled, you need to move. You need to get away from Lee Heeseung for good. 

…

A loud thwack sounded as Minji’s palm harshly grazed Heeseung’s face. “You’re such an asshole!”

In his defense, Heeseung never knew she’d react like that. Heeseung’s head hung low. “Sorry, Min”

“Don’t give me that! You led me on for a whole month! What the fuck!?”

The bambi boy picked at his lips. He did feel sorry. He never wanted to lie to Minji, she never deserved it. However, Lee Heeseung wanted to lie to himself; maybe then he’d let go of the thought of you. But alas, it didn’t plan didn’t work, and here he is now, reaping the consequences of his own actions. Minji stormed out of the apartment, leaving him indifferent at best. Maybe his heart trailed with a smidge of guilt, but he honestly couldn’t really care. He physically couldn’t bring himself to, not with your figure just a wall away from him, ignoring his entire being. 

“Tell me, is there someone else? Is that why?”

Heeseung’s eyes lingered at a blank wall—the wall that connected his and your rooms. “You don’t deserve someone like me. I really am sorry, Min.”

“Whatever. At least you thought to tell me before anything even happnend. I’m out of here, you prick!”

Lee Heeseung wholeheartedly believed that if he followed Jake’s advice and played around with someone else, that he’d soon forget about you all together; the fuck buddy who managed to linger around in his heart for longer than he expected. Of course it didn’t work, not with your door right next to his, tempting him every second of the day. It took everything in his being to suppress the urge to visit you. He was crawling in his own skin, impatience riling up in his body. He didn’t know exactly what he wanted, but he did know that you were part of the solution. 

Heeseung ruffled a towel through his wet hair; not even a shower could get his mind off of you. 

What the hell was going on?

…

“You can’t hide from him forever, y/n” Sunghoon crossed his arms, scowling at your pitiful figure—stuffing your face with his leftovers, wrapped up in his blankets; a housewarming gift from his sister. “What even happened? I thought things just fizzled?”

You winced at your fat-faced lie from that day at the diner. To say it was cringe-inducing would be an understatement. It was just a poor attempt at convincing the world—especially yourself—that you weren’t entirely going insane. Putting your fork down, you heave a deep sigh. “Not exactly.”

And so, you told Sunghoon everything. How you let yourself go, allowed yourself to break the one rule a ‘friends with benefits’ agreement had. How you let your heart venture too close to the wits of Lee Heeseung, and he stole it effortlessly, like a thief in the night. You hung your head low, eyes burning through the fuzzy socks you borrowed (stole) from Sunghoon’s closet. Disappointment ghosted over your shoulders, and you wholeheartedly expected Sunghoon to follow suit. However, your supposed best friend only falls into a bellow of laughter, throwing your attention off. 

“What?”

“God, y/n, you act like catching feelings is a crime!” Sunghoon plops beside you, who is still frozen from his words. “Look, liking Heeseung isn’t a bad thing. You can’t really control your feelings, and when you do…you end up hiding in your best friend's apartment and stealing their food.” He gives you a quick up-and-down scan, cocking an eyebrow. 

“I was scared! We didn’t agree to this back then, and I was scared that developing real feelings for him would just scare him off or something. Besides, it’s too late anyways. He’s already seeing someone else.”

“How do you know for sure?”

You took another angry bite. “I heard them walk into his apartment.”

Sunghoon rolled his eyes. “Girl, that could mean anything.”

“Two people giggling while walking into an apartment at 2 in the morning? I doubt it means anything else!” You bury yourself in Sunghoon’s multitude of throw blankets. “Quit trying to save it, my chances are already ruined.”

“Look, I still think you should talk to him. Tell him how you really feel, no matter how messy it turns out.”

You grew quiet at his words; as if they pulled your vocal chords from your grasp. You gulp as Sunghoon shoots up from his place on the couch. He snatches the bowl from your hands, not even sparing you a chance to finish your—well, his— meal. “You can stay here for tonight, nerd.” 

…

“So you and Minji didn’t work out, huh?” Jake suddenly dropped, the bomb exploding all over Heeseung’s face. Simultaneously, the booming cries of a ‘game over’ blast through his headphones; the sudden change in topic to his love life was the last thing Heeseung expected to hear during his Friday night gaming session. The bambi boy recollects himself, clearing his throat. Or maybe it was just to stall this conversation all together, he couldn’t really tell. “How’d you know?”

“Heard it from Jay,” Jake uttered nocholantly through the voice chat. Heeseung booted up his game again, opting to distract himself with a fresh round of kills for the night. The topic of a future girlfriend wasn’t really on his radar right now. Well, he didn’t want it to be, anyway. Not with you still staking a claim on his brain. 

Guess Jake couldn’t get the hint. 

“I guess that’s too bad,”  Jake continued to ramble. Heeseung grew queasy, opting to focus on the sounds of the shoots blasting from his character’s gun. 

“I think you’ll be fine, though. There’s plenty of fish in the sea, anyway.” One shot. Two shots. 

“Now, I don’t really know anyone personally, but I could ask around.” Three shots. 

“What do you think of blind dates?” Game Over.

“No!” Heeseung’s voice finally peaked through the mic, shocking Jake to his core. Honestly, it startled Heeseng a little, himself. He didn’t have a clue where this sudden surge of energy came from, nor this unsettling feeling. All he knew is that he wanted Jake to stop. “Jake, I don’t want another date, okay?”

The silence on the other end pressured Heeseung to believe that Jake just disappeared right then and there. The bambi boy huffed a sigh of relief the moment he saw Jake’s character move around once again. His voice peaking in the mic shortly after. “What, why?”

Heeseung was too ashamed to say. But of course, Jake already knew. 

“Oh.”

Heeseung didn’t bother rebooting the game this time. Instead he just stared blankly at his pitiful death screen, his reflection shining back to him through the screen’s black text. Jake heaved a sigh, as the bambi boy winced; he already knew what he was going to say. “You’re still thinking about her, aren’t you?”

Yes. All Heeseung had been thinking about was you. 

“I like her too much, man.” Heeseung said with little to no thought running through his brain. Though he was not 100% certain, he knew that thinking about you constantly, worrying about your well being, and missing you like a loved one who passed away, were no small feats to scoff at. You caught him in some entrancing spell, and Heeseung couldn’t find a way out. He wasn’t even sure if he wanted to. The bambi boy was fully expecting Jake to dive into a complete lecture about wasting time on girls who aren't even worth it, which is exactly why Heeseung was nothing but stunned when his friend responded with one simple phrase. 

“Then tell her.”

Heeseung picked at his lips, a loss for words. “But she clearly doesn’t feel the same way.” If the past month had taught Heeseung anything, it was that fact and that fact alone. 

“It wouldn’t hurt to try. Especially if you're just completely blowing off chances with other girls just because of her. Don’t you think she's worth even just a small bit of the truth?”

You were worth so much more, Heeseung knew that much.

Nonetheless, could Heeseung even provide it for you?

…

Your eyes darted to your front door again, maybe the 100th time you did so since you got home from class.. Your brain? Spinning beyond belief. It was maybe 8pm; hours had already passed since your last class of the day. And yet, despite all of that, the thought of Lee Heeseung still lingered in your mind, stained like wine to a white shirt. You felt dizzy just thinking about it. 

You shouldve been relieved, happy even. In one way or another, your problem was solved. It was official; Lee Heeseung was finally unavailable, and you had no reason to faulter back into the depths of his heart anymore. Isn’t this what you wanted in the first place, ever since you left him to rot in the elevator all those weeks ago?

A scoff pushed from your chest. Of course you weren’t actually happy.

You think back to Sunghoon’s words, the night  you pitifully stayed over at his place for the night. 

“Tell him how you really feel, no matter how messy it gets.”

You dashed to your door faster than your heart leaped from your chest. You could explode right then and there; you couldn’t take it anymore. 

You needed to see him. 

…

Lee Heeseung wasn’t an asshole. He knew that much. But when it came to the treatment of his own heart, it was a whole other story. 

Up until this very moment, the only things currently on Heeseung’s mind was a mental note to buy new house slippers, and how his hand stank from the trash; he only held onto it for a few seconds before throwing it away, which made it even more confusing. However, the moment he glanced up, all those thoughts seemed to blow away in the wind. The wind in question? the overwhelming image of you. Again. 

Your apartment door stood in front of him. Mocking him relentlessly. 

Time stopped, leaving just him and you, who was currently avoiding his sorry ass on the other end of that brindled door. Something rumbled at the pit of his stomach, his chest heaving as he found his legs moving. Complete with a mind of their own. It didn’t make a lick of sense. He was in his pajamas—even if you’ve seen him in less before, Heeseung deemed the fit inappropriate for the task of confessing his feelings; his hair was nowhere near fixed—unstyled and flatter than a sheet of paper. Not to mention he literally smells like garbage. Everything around him was practically screaming at him, telling him to just turn around and head back into his apartment. But he couldn’t hear anything. The thought of you was too busy clouding his senses. 

Each hushed step inched him closer to your doorframe. His heart was breaking through his chest with each stark breath. A tremble lined his fingers, goosebumps grazing his skin as he positioned them right in front of your door. What was he even going to say? Of course he didn’t think to prepare. Were you even going to answer? Did he even deserve your answer?

Fuck it. None of it mattered anymore. Heeseung needed you.

…

Your door became a trampoline with the way you bounced back from its surface. You fumbled with the hem of your shirt, the harsh reality of your situation sinking in. Lee Heeseung didn’t want you anymore, and it was your own damn fault. Your heart felt victim to the infamous bambi boy, and you pushed him away instead of accepting him with open arms. You were never the other chick Minji so lovingly dubbed; you could never be. How could you if all you did was ignore him for a goddamn month?

You slapped your face three times, hoping each slap would send you back to a more sensible reality. A reality where you weren’t so blinded by your feelings. You hop onto your couch, the surface farthest away from the gates of hell (your apartment door). 

You shouldn’t punish yourself for having feelings.

It was as if you were a puppet, being pulled closer to your front door once more. The culprit? Your own devious heart. Your fingers turned into 20 pound dumbbells as you clasped them around the door handle. Each click of the knob, you found yourself quickening the pace of your breath. Your heart jumping from your chest, dancing like a fool. You swing the door open with every muscle drenched in anticipation. You glance up, and you freeze on the spot. 

Heeseung was already there. 

"y/n-" Heeseung pants, breath hitched. He looked just as unorthodox as you did. 

Your heart leaped from your chest once again, only this time it got caught in your throat, ripping the air away from your lungs as you scanned the towering figure before you. Complete in a black shirt and track pants, three white stripes trailing down each side like a race track. It was one of the most basic outfits a guy in their 20’s could have ever come up with, but you still managed to blush at his presence. Your eyes watched as his chest heaved up and down, his adam's apple bobbing in the opposite direction. You watched him instinctively move slightly into your frame, but you didn’t seem to mind. In fact, you had the sudden urge to move closer. Closer to him. 

"Heeseung, I-" You say, barely out of your trance.

“I don't think I can do this anymore.” Heeseung heaved, summoning goosebumps against your skin. You watched as he inched closer to your figure, welcoming himself into your apartment. You had every reason to stop him, but for some reason, you couldn't. Your brows cinched together at his words.

"Do what, exactly?" 

"This!" Heeseung gestured to the air. "Staying away from you, pretending that you mean nothing to me. I hate it, y/n." 

You choked on your heightened breath, his figure shielding the light formerly cascading off of your frame—he took over your vision. He nibbled at his lip, desperate for a response, for anything from you. You, however, had an endless amount of questions. It was as if your brain took a screenshot, your mind was going haywire. 

“What do you mean pretend? What about Minji?”

Heeseung scratches the nape of his neck. “After you rejected me, I thought I had no chance with you. So, I tried to start something with Minji in the hopes that I forgot you, But it didn’t work. If anything, I thought of you even more when we were apart.”

You couldn’t find the courage to reply, as Heeseung’s figure sank at the shoulders. “I know you want nothing to do with me, I just— I needed to get that off my chest. Goodnight, y/n.”

Tell him how you really feel, no matter how messy it is.

The Bambi boy pivots, his broad back facing you. A surge of lightning erupts in you as you chase him down. You pinch the fabric of his shirt, stopping him in his tracks. “Wait!”

Heesung looks back at you, a spotlight shining on your figure. “That’s not true at all! I don’t hate you or want you out of my life! I want none of that!”

Heeseung’s mouth went agape, as you heave a tense sigh. “I only ignored you all those months ago because in reality… I was scared. I didn’t know how to handle my feelings for you so I just hid them away. In the end, I only pushed you away further. I feel… horrible.”

It was as if a weight had been lifted from your shoulders the moment you sputtered your rushed, unplanned confession. You took your time to finally look at him, really look at him. The glisten in those bambi eyes you always loved, the plump of his lips, his elegant nose bridge—all of him. “I like you, Lee Heeseung.”

The two of you basked in silence for a while—an eternity it seemed. All the pain and agony in Heeseung’s bambi-like eyes seemed to float away, a glisten of adoration replacing them the longer he looked at you. Your eyes, however, ripped away, the guilt of your horrible treatment towards him finally being recognized. 

“Oh god, I’m really sorry, Hee-” You watched as Heeseung closed the gaps between your tense figure, His warm hand melting you as he cupped your cheek. “y/n?”

“Hm?”

“I need to kiss you.”

You gulp, a gear switching in your head. “Then kiss me.”

…

Without warning, Heeseung envelopes your figure into his arms, a sudden roughness added to his touch. A glimmer of impatience, desperation. The air between your two lips dissipates as you link them together in a kiss. He tasted like honey, the sweet strawberry icing on a cake; he tasted perfect. You’ve kissed Lee Heeseung multiple times before, but it’s never felt this good. 

Your bodies worked like clockwork, seamless and perfect. You hastily threw your arms around the nape of his neck, as he slithered an arm around your waist. Like an elegant waltz, your figures moved further into the apartment, your back crashing into your apartment wall. Lee Heeseung knew just how to hold you, how to carry you in his arms. It was as if you were meant for one another. 

Lips never parting, Heeseung plants himself on the plush of your couch. He swings you over him, your legs now straddling his lap. Your skin grew hot to the touch, Heeseung’s ice cold palms sending shivers down your spine. And yet, you never wanted his touch to leave. His fingertips trailed up and down your arm, teasing you relentlessly. Lee Heeseung was driving you crazy.

And judging by the heat accumulating between your legs, Heeseung knew what he was doing. 

Mischievously, Heeseung nibbles at your bottom lip before plucking away, sending one last bratty smirk your way before he trails wet kisses along your jaw. Your mind was in a haze, clouded by absolute greed, lust. You felt his lips hover lower and lower against your body as he tugged onto your shirt’s collar to kiss more of your chest. Currently, you were a bomb minutes away from an explosion. The sound of his wet lips crashing against your skin was enough to send your head—and core—spinning. You couldn’t take it anymore. A moan escapes your lips, stopping the bambi boy in his tracks. He pulls away, getting one glimpse of you before leaning right against your ear. 

“Does my princess want me that bad?”

Princess. You haven't heard that name in a lifetime. It felt sweet against his lips. You couldn’t muster up a response, you were too busy stifling another lewd moan. You felt Heeseungs hands trail up from your waist, groping the soft plush of your chest. He massaged each clothed breast, kneading them until he pulled that second moan from your hungry lips. “More, baby. Moan for me. Show me how much you want this.”

His hands felt like heaven against your chest, his thumbs grazing your nipples; the sweet spot. You grew louder with each swipe of his thumb, your figure growing restless and fidgety above him. Wetness pooled between your thighs in an instant. Only Lee Heeseung had this effect on you.  

“What does my baby want?” Heeseung rasps in your ear once more. By the way your body squirmed above his lap, unable to stay still, it was obvious how needy you had become. “Tell me, princess, how do you want me to fuck you tonight?”

The heat between your legs pounded amidst his lewd question, your cheeks flushed beyond belief. After you nibbled on your lip, you dipped down beside the shell of his ear. 

“Eat me out” You whispered in between desperate huffs. 

An affirmative smirk. That’s all it took before he flung your figures into a new position. You sat with your back snug against the couch, and Heeseung mere inches away from your knees, his bambi eyes boring into you. It didn’t matter that he was below you physically; Lee Heeseung was the bloodthirsty beast, and you were his prey for the night. Ripping off your shorts, the bambi boy peppered kisses up your thighs. He watched proudly as you squirmed at each and every kiss, dying to feel his touch right where you needed it most. 

He pried your legs open, meeting his last barrier standing in the way of your pleasure; the soaking fabric of your panties. He couldn’t help but chuckle at the sight. Heeseung looked up, meeting eye to eye with your heated, flustered stare. God, you were adorable. “You’re so needy, princess. Did I turn you on that much?”

You scowled, too drenched in heat to give a proper comeback. “Please, Seungie”

Fuck. Fireworks popped at the pit of his stomach, your little nickname revving an engine he was never aware of. Heeseung dove into your core, pressing lips against the dripping fabric. 

Shockwaves drilled down your spine, your back arching as another moan spilled from your lips. His touch barely ghosted your core, yet it was enough to send your head spinning. You were launched into a world of ecstasy the moment Heeseung’s teasing kisses stopped, and you felt his tongue dip into your folds. His tongue dipped further, gripping and throwing your leg over his shoulders as he explored your insides. With each thrust and push of his tongue, your heart beat faster, your noises grew louder. 

Apparently, though, that wasn’t enough for Lee Heeseung. 

As stealthy as a thief in the night, Heeseung slips a finger at the tip of your core; the sweet spot. Uncontrollable, lewd noises bounced around the living room walls, your head thrown back and digging into the head of the couch. With the pads of his fingers, Heeseung draws small circles against your clit as you gripped onto a lock of his hair. Anything to tether you back to reality. Heeseung pumps another finger into your folds, accompanying his tongue in its dirty expedition. 

You felt a knot expanding at the pit of your stomach, tensing up further with each pleasure filled thrust of Heeseung’s tongue. The bambi boy’s tongue moved faster and faster, the pressure of that knot building up further. Finally, you chased down your climax, your juices flowing everywhere. The couch’s fabric, the surface of your thighs, his chin; everywhere. 

“Fuck, princess.” Heeseung catches his breath, his eyes forming into hearts as he eyes you down once again. “You’re beautiful”

“Heeseung- '' You huff a series of deep breaths, a limp hand reach you grasp his. Climbing onto the couch, he takes your hand innocently enough, but soon enough, his lips make their way beside your ear once again. 

“There’s no way I’m done with you yet, baby. Now, on your knees.”

He seals his dirty remark with a kiss against your jaw before you do as you're told. The fatigue from moments ago shriveled up from your body, with excitement coursing through you instead. You fell onto your hands and knees, with Heeseung’s firm hands grabbing you by the hip. Your bare ass grazed against his clothed crotch, a firm tent hiding beneath the fabric. Mischievously leaning in, you grind your ass against his core, a groan escaping his lips. The grip around your hips grew tighter, his fingers painting a white hue atop of your skin. It was your turn to tease him, after all. 

“Shit- Quit teasing me, baby.” Heeseung hisses as he pulls a condom from his pocket. Did he always carry one with him? Or was it just meant for you? Heeseung leans forward, his chest flush against your back. “You don’t know how bad my cock needs that pussy. Don’t test me.” 

Hastily, Heeseung pulls off his pants, his cock—specifically his size, catching your attention as you watch from over your shoulder. Your eyes widen as he rolls the condom over his girth. Heeseung of course catches you gawking, shining a smirk your way. The bambi boy whispers in your ear once again. “Are you ready, princess?”

You mewl, your desperation shining through your half-assed response. 

Heeseung finally pressed his dick through your walls, his palm groping your ass cheek, lightly spreading apart to dig further into your core. Your pussy overflowed with his size, his cock rubbing against your core in all the right places. The walls of your living echoed with the sounds of your hot skin slapping together, the wet sloshes of your dirty bliss taking over the night. He filled you up perfectly, his girth grazing against every needy bit of your pussy. Your mind went into a complete daze, each movement sending you into heaven. 

His fingers dig deeper into the crevices of your hips, guiding your ass into faster and more blissful thrusts. You were grateful for his grip—your legs were too shaky and unstable to survive on their own. You trembled in ecstasy. 

“You feel so good, y/n” Heeseung rasps once again. He knew just how to rile you up with words alone. “Your pussy holds my cock so well, darling”

His deep voice was enough to call your attention back to another knot forming in your stomach. The pit of your torso grows more tense with each of Heeseung’s powerful thrusts. Instead of sitting up straight, Heeseung stays on the snug of your back, leaving more soft kisses on your neck and jaw. Soon, your moans turn into deserpate cries of his name, your arms at the brink of failure as they try to hold your figure up. Heeseung’s heat soon got the better of him, too; his thrusts growing sloppy  and rushed every time you yelled his name. No matter how much he teased you, you still had an effect on Lee Heeseung. 

One last push of Heeseung’s hips summoned your conjoined climaxes, coating your walls and the latex of the condom. Heeseung pulled out and you plop on your stomach, exhaustion tackling you like a boulder to anything in its way. The bambi snuggles up beside you, immediately cradling you in his arms like it was second nature. You had to admit, it made your heart flutter. 

“Wanna cuddle?” Heeseung asks, his tone suddenly so innocent, it makes your brows furrow. 

“Aren’t we already doing that?” You mutter, your head snug at the crook of his neck.

“Right, sorry.” Heeseung combs a hand through his sweat-drenched hair. “It just feels like I’m dreaming when I’m with you.”

You punch his chest; an appropriate consequence for that corny pick up line. But either way, it worked. You were falling in love all over again. 

You sigh. Maybe it was time to start over. 

“Heeseung?” You catch his attention as he maneuvers his position to get a better look at you. His eyes widen, signifying his piquing interest in what you need to say “Yeah?”

“I think I love you.”

All the worry pent up in your chest wisps away at the sight of Lee Heeseung’s smile. The bambi boy tugs onto your frame closer, tighter. A stupid grin forever plastered onto his face. 

“I think I love you too, y/n.”

[octuscle]

Magic Wig

Bad Taste Party. My God, that kind of thing happened at best in the frat house 20 years ago. But this is a 40th birthday. Shouldn't you be over those kinds of parties by then. Well, it's a colleague you're competing with for a promotion. If you don't let yourself be seen there, it's only negative for you in case of doubt.

On the weekend, you rummaged through your parents' closets. And you found a really ugly old tracksuit. On the internet you ordered a mullet wig and a chav hip bag from magictransformations.com. The address was on the invitation card as a recommendation. You should be sufficiently well equipped.

The evening of the party has come. You look really ridiculous in those clothes. But for a bad taste party perfectly appropriate. And somehow you feel damn cool with the hairstyle. Hehehehe, how long would it take to grow such a hair mat? Normally you would call a cab now. But the way you look, you better take the bus. Apparently you seem authentic. The bus driver takes a particularly critical look at your ticket. And the seat next to you remains free. That you massage your cock in the bus is also really exaggerated. But fuck, it feels just awesome. And somehow also bigger than usual.

From the bus stop to the house of your colleague are only a few steps. Pretty posh residential area. You couldn't afford it on your salary. Either he has a well-off wife… Or he has inherited. No matter, you begrudge him, as long as you get the promotion. The entrance area of the house does not necessarily look like Bad Taste. The path is lit with torches. From the brightly lit house comes music from the 80s. Then let's get into the hustle and bustle. You ring the bell. The wife of your boss was probably closest to the door and opens. In a black evening dress. Could she help you? Your boss steps in. Recognizes you. And starts to laugh uproariously. Whether you might be at the wrong party. To his knowledge, the dress code was BT. He waves your colleague over. An alley of people forms, who stare at you. Your colleague arrives grinning with a glass of champagne in one hand and a bottle of beer in the other. He hands you the beer and asks if you can take a little joke with the invitation. You can't and at least want to tear the ridiculous wig off your head. But you can't. It's on like glue. As if grown on. You turn around in horror and leave the property amidst the laughter of the guests.

Completely confused, you walk to the bus stop. You search in your hip bag for your wallet. But this is not your wallet. It's a cheap piece of rough fabric. And there are no more gold credit cards in it. It's just a Visa card. And your ID, your driver's license. And a gym card. That's you in the photo. But your neck is thicker than your head. And your mullet falls luxuriantly over your shoulders. At least your address seems to be correct. Your front door key still fits, too. But there are three names on your doorbell. And on the mailbox. You go up the stairs. In the hallway in front of your apartment door leans a fat mountain bike. And from the apartment you hear loud moaning. You have to grin. Zac just can't stop himself from pumping. It's the same for you. The neighbors have already complained about that. That's why you don't work out at home anymore. Gym is still open for two hours. That would still be worthwhile. You unlock the apartment door. Zac is lying on the weight bench in the former living room, covered in sweat. You greet him with a fist bump and ask if he wants to come to the gym with you. He stands up and takes a big sip of his protein shake. He farts, laughs and says that he has a date with a chick. He's out for the day. But Bryan should still be at the gym. That would be great, that you have a workout partner. And you can go out for a steak or something afterwards.

You also prepare a protein shake, pack your stuff and go on your way. For a Saturday night, the gym is pleasantly empty. You like that. No stupid looks when you drop the dumbbells. Bryan is doing his shoulder workout. You're with him.

Good workout. Tomorrow, chest and back. Maybe arms. And then you're ready for another week as a shift worker on the assembly line. Let's see if your promotion works out this year.

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WELCOME TO PART 3 OF MY SANJI WITH HETEROCHROMIA SERIES!!!!

Oh my god. Yall are insane. 700+ Notes for part one of this series alone is crazy (Crazy? I was- *gets shot*). So heres part 3. I'll probably have to publish all this onto AO3 soon bc shits getting outta hand, but I like posting on this silly little site so I'll still be posting on here.

Uhhh this was posted WAY later than I anticipated bc i had a gnarly depressive episode and had to enroll into uni, but there aint no way id abandon this series, its too fun and i love experimenting with my baby writing style as i call it.

Okay thats it, just thank u all sm for enjoying my silly little series :) u guys are so sweet!!

P.S. Constructive criticism is OKAY! I havent written fanfic in like...10 years so since middle school. Im a baby at this and I understand if I may have several errors so pls lemme know if theres grammar mistakes!

Sanji With Heterochromia Series Part 3 below 🔻

Sanji lied. He does like the idiot. More than he's willing to admit. A few days after their conversation, Zoro distances himself. It leaves a nasty feeling in his gut similar to nausea but different from actually wanting to throw up. It feels apprehensive. He's waiting for something, but he doesn't know what yet. Sanji hates it. He hates how confused he is and how much he actually wants Zoro to touch him again. He hates the burning linger of scarred knuckles on his cheekbone that follows him wherever he goes.

He hates these feelings because he never learned how to really process them. He doesn't know if he has to blame himself, his shitty excuse of a father, or Zeff. Well, maybe not Zeff. The old man had enough on his plate while raising him as it was. Sanji decides to blame it on Judge because honestly, the root of most of his issues stems from that shitty old man anyway. Placing the blame on someone does little to actually help, but it's a distraction from his growing realization of how much he cares for Zoro.

He cares for Zoro. No, he holds an unreasonable amount of affection for the scarred swordsman that haunts his thoughts now more than ever. Fuck questioning sexuality when it's undeniable that he's absolutely whipped for the big idiot. Theres no room for denial anymore, not when his touch had become branded across Sanji's skin for the foreseeable future.

Stress cooking does little to soothe him and it's the same with smoking. At least Luffy gets to enjoy snacks to his hearts content. Its the little things, he tries to tell himself. He also reflects on his conversation with Zoro. How he honestly felt afraid of what he felt when the swordsman confronted him. He felt afraid of someone genuinely caring for his emotional wellbeing. He's anxious over what that means, what it would do to him if Zoro truely meant what he said. All the things voiced about him and the implications that he's...handsome in the eyes of Zoro.

Sanji is emotional. It comes with him being sentimental as well. He's the black sheep of his biological family in every way. He loved too hard, and got hurt too fast. He loved even when it ended in betrayal. Secretly, he loves unconditionally. What would happen if he loved Zoro like that, and what if it already happened and he's too late to stop it? Would Zoro hurt him just like everyone else has? Would he be pushed away eventually after the thrill of their theoretical short lived relationship?

It keeps him up at night, that conversation replaying in his head as he stares at Zoro's sleeping silhouette. He falls asleep to his breathing, echoing throughout the room over everyone else's breath and snores. He wakes up every morning before the sun greets him and pretends nothing happened in his dreams where Zoro's gentle touch and admiration lingers softly over his mind.

Zoro knows. Well, not exactly. He's not a mind reader like how Luffy seems to be, but he knows that distancing himself from Sanji is actually doing the opposite of what he thought it would do. At this point, the swordsman isnt sure where to go from here.

Sanji's actions contradict his words. Sanji stares at Zoro. Not so much that it's s uncomfortable but it's enough to be noticeable. Sometimes he swears he can see Sanji's eyes dart across his face and down to his lips before looking away. It's confusing. Didnt Sanji hate Zoro's advances towards him? Because thats what they were in hindsight.

Zoro was unconciously flirting with the cook in his own weird way. And yeah, he's a little stupid for not realizing the implications behind his actions at first, but it all started as genuine curiosity. He didnt mean for it to affect their rivalry. Now, he's not sure where to go from here.

It's driven him between a rock and a hard place and unforfunately for him, Nami decides to intervene again. This time, Nami drags Zoro to her and Robin's shared room on the Sunny for privacy and possibly interrogation. He's certain that this time he wont be able to escape. Unfortunate.

"Okay, so heres how this is gonna go," Zoro and Nami are now seated across from each other, where theres two beds and enough room for decent sized dressers on each side. Zoro sits on what he assums is Robin's bed with his arms crossed, "You will tell me everything- And i mean it! I will know if youre lying -and I will help you. Im sick and tired of you both being miserable and gay! It's giving everyone second hand embaressment." She demands, narrowing her eyes with a challenge for Zoro to protest or say no.

Zoro is smart enough to know what is and isn't a losing battle. This is one of those. Nami can be terrifyingly persistent once she sets her mind on something, and today it seems to be resolving the weird and awkward tension between him and Sanji. The swordsman resigns himself to his fate quickly and prepares himself to be trapped here on Robin's bed for the foreseeable future.

"Fine witch," Zoro sighs, "But if you tell anyone I will not be responsible for my actions." He huffs out in acceptance for his inevitable interrogation.

"Oh please like that'll actually scare me. Plus besties never snitch." Nami rolls her eyes. She gets comfortable on her bed and look at zoro expectantly. He rolls his eyes and relaxes his posture a bit.

Zoro starts talking, beginning with the first instance of his realization of Sanji having dual colored eyes, leaving out a lot of "unimportant" details. He mentions the second, and the third instance, and their conversation from a few days ago and how he tried to respect Sanji's establishment of a boundary and how he's confused now that Sanji stares at him. Nami listens with her chin resting on her fist and nodding along the way, surprisingly not interrupting once. He finishes speaking and he knows his face is red with embaressment, but he feigns nonchalance and waits for Nami's input.

"Zoro," Nami sighs, "Youre the dumbest bitch I know." She says while giving the man a look of sympathy, but not one that actually means it. More like the look of someone who is so incredibly done with your shit that they have no choice but to tell you so.

"What the fuck, Nami!? Im not dumb!" The swordsman retorts loudly.

"Anyways," his best friend ignores his arguing in favor of getting to the task at hand, "Luckily, this is fixable. For making the entire crew feel awkward for two weeks, I'm adding a 200 percent tax increase to your debt." She smiles mischeviously, and thats when Zoro realizes that one, he's never getting out of debt, and two, he's been forced to accept Nami's help in unfucking up his unconcious attempts to flirt with Sanji.

"First order of business is that you have absolutely no game." Nami begins with a shit eating grin to match the absolutely insulting statement. Zoro briefly reconsiders their friendship.

"Shut the fuck up I obviously do." He rolls his eyes. Nami gives him the look. The one where her eyebrows are raised and her chin is tilted down slightly, matching the frown. It's that look she makes when she's trying to say 'Are you sure?' or 'Reconsider what you just said.' and it grates at Zoro's already increasing agitation.

He decides not to entertain her with a reply.

"Anyway," Nami sighs, massaging the space between her eyes with her thumb and forefinger to stave off a growing headache, "Im teaching you how to flirt. No, you cannot work out in front of Sanji- dont give me that look you muscle brained idiot!" She says while looking at Zoro's ever increasing looks of annoyance and audacity, because first of all, no he definitely was not going to do that, and second of all, it could hypothetically work. Probably.

"Fine," He huffs. He'll let the witch do whatever. It's not like theres anyone else he can talk to on the ship about this anyway, "No promises that I'll actually do what you tell me."

"Fucking- oh my god why am I friends with you?!" Nami complains before flopping down on her bed, groaning loudly at Zoro's malicious cooperation. Zoro basks in the momentary power he has in this situation.

For the next few hours, Nami allows Zoro to stay in the womens quarters for the sole purpose of learning how to actually flirt. He's not sure if shes a reliable source, being a lesbian and also having a girlfriend already, but if he voiced this opinion out loud the redhead would probably kick him out. He only restrains himself because this room is the only one so far where he feels the least amount of awkwardness regarding his situation with Sanji.

Robin stops by every now and then and gives him a smile. It doesnt make him feel very comfortable but it's the thought that counts. She doesnt say anything about him being there, anyway. He makes an effort to at least not lay on the bed he's sitting on, though. He may be lazy but he does hold enough respect for the women in the crew to not fuck with their shared safe space.

Suddenly, it's the evening and dinner is around the corner. Nami shoves a barely enlightened mossy swordsman out of the womens bedroom to finally be free of that headache. Also known as a crash course to flirting with your rival/friend/whatever the fuck else they got going on.

Zoro makes his way to the gallery, taking his time to look out and observe the oncoming sunset that bathes the sky in shades of pink, orange, blue, and yellow. It would be a pretty sight to fall asleep to, he thinks, but the cook would kick his ass off the ship if he decides to sleep through dinner again.

Entering the gallery, everyone except Nami is already there. She's right behind him a second later and taking her seat at the kitchen table.

Numerous conversations are heard as food is served. Franky and Usopp are wildly talking about different types of projectiles the sunny could use, Nami and robin are talking amongst each other in low voices, giggling in between sentences. Chopper and luffy are laughing together, and Zoro goes to sit next to luffy like he usually does. Just as he sits down, the cook lands a kick to his mid back, making Zoro scowl.

"The fucks that for!?"

Sanji rolls his eyes while placing plates of food down for the crew, "For being late, dumbass."

"Nami is late too!"

"And? She'd never be late on purpose, Marimo." as Sanji speaks, he dodges the hilt of Zoro's sword to his side instinctively and has the audacity to give a cheeky grin.

Dinner passes by normally. Everyone's loud conversations meld together gradually and soon everyone except Sanji and Zoro leave. Zoro takes his usual spot beside the cook, drying dishes and leaving them on a towel afterwards so they can both put them away.

Zoro has half the mind to bring up Sanji's staring, but decides against it. It leaves the air silent, neither him nor Sanji speaking up as they finish their side work for the night. Even then, Zoro's unable to speak when Sanji immediately leaves afterwards without a word.

The kitchen feels empty without their bickering, and Zoro is determined to bring that life back into it. He just needs to figure out how.

Despite Nami's advice, Zoro has an idea. If the idiot cook doesnt see what he sees (His pretty face first of all, but Zoro thinks of his strength too. How Sanji easiely brushes off conflict like it's nothing despite the injuries that'll heal far faster than his own), then he'll make him see it. Frilly words never were Zoro's style, anyways.

One night before they all go to sleep and Zoro takes night watch, he corners the blond in the bathroom. Nami would probably be kicking his ass because of his timing, but a mirror is needed for his plan to work and the bathroom is the only place with one other than the women's bedroom.

When Zoro enters, Sanji turns to look at him before going back to washing his hair, his back towards Zoro. "Leave me alone, Moss, I'm im not in the fuckin mood," He grumbles to Zoro, who stands there waiting for Sanji to stop talking.

"Nope, I need a mirror for this and for you to listen for five minutes." Zoro replies, and when Sanji turns to argue his protests are gone from his lips when he sees a look of determination. Confused, annoyed, and also curious, Sanji doesn't reply.

Zoro walks up to Sanji until he's standing right behind him. The swordsman moves to kneel so they're relatively at the same height, but the stool makes Sanji slightly taller as he sits there and eyes Zoro warily.

"Whats going on with you, Moss? I'm trying to wash my hair." Sanji says, and Zoro can tell an insult dies on his tongue when he places his hands on Sanji's shoulders.

Zoro turns Sanji in front of the mirrior in the bathroom, the stool Sanji is seated on creaking lightly and scratching against the tile. Sanji remains speechless, still unable to brush off Zoro's palms on his bare shoulders like how he'd usually do.

"Tell me what you see, cook" He says, uncharacteristically soft underneath the edge his voice always seems to have. Sanji flinches when the swordsman's calloused hands tuck his frings behind his ear, displaying his face to them both.

"What the hell is up with you? Did Luffy hit your head too hard?" Sanji furrows his eyebrows at the mirror and looks at Zoro. Zoro huffs and rolls his eyes.

"Just tell me what you see about yourself, shit cook, I'll leave ya alone after or whatever." He grumbles back, the baritone of his voice vibrates against Sanji's back. It reminds him of Zoro's compliment, his face too close to his while they stand on the deck of the Sunny just days ago. He chooses to ignore how it makes him shiver.

He looks at himself in the mirror, and his first instinct is to look away. Zoro, being the perceptive bastard that he is, notices and squeezes his shoulders in a way thats strangely reassuring.

"It doesnt have to be fancy, cook, I know you like to use big words 'n shit so don't make your brain fuckin explode." Sanji bristles a bit at that but bites back a nasty insult so he can entertain Zoro's weird exercise on his own self reflection.

In the mirror he always sees his mom at first, but with both eyes uncovered and his hair pushed back for once, he sees himself. The first thing he sees is his eyebrows and eyes. He decides not to bring up his eyebrows.

"Well, for your information I see my eyes, but you already know that."

Zoro stays silent, and Sanji shuffles in his seat. He's suddenly aware he was literally in the middle of rinsing his hair of shampoo a few minutes ago and the entire situation is both awkward and uncharacteristic of Zoro in multiple ways. It's out of character, and he should have kicked out the moss ball when he had the chance, but now in the too small bathroom of the Sunny he feels like it's only him and Zoro. It leaves a weightless feeling in his chest, settling in with the creeping anxiety of looking at his own reflection. The contrasting feelings make him hesitate before he speaks.

"I see.." He hesitates, not knowing exactly what Zoro is getting from this or what he wants to hear, "My eyebrows, I guess. Wait, you've never seen both at once." Sanji chuckles at that, because his eyebrows are certainly something. The curl points in the same direction, but it's unnoticeable with how he wears his hair.

"Yeah, they're weird as fuck." Zoro mumbles, and the blond has to laugh or else the swordsman's voice would get to his head.

"Okay, I also see freckles. Those are new. Only started showing up when I joined you all." And Sanji now notices how the freckles cluster on the bridge of his nose, his cheekbones, and his shoulders. They're scattered everywhere else on his body.

Sanji starts to realize the point of Zoro's questioning now. He looks at the fogged mirror, just visible enough to notice how his blush not only spreads across his cheeks but also down his neck. Embarrassing. This whole situation is embarrassing not only because of where they are but also because he's realizing that Zoro is trying to make a point that is too close to unearthing his insecurities. He would have expected this from Luffy, but sometimes he forgets how Zoro's intelligence is masked behind his swordsmanship and how much he sleeps during the day.

And he's naked, but honestly thats the least of his problems at the moment.

"I see my hair, I guess?" Sanji tries to only focus on his face. Its not easier, but it also sets up a mental boundary. Zoro hums, looking at Sanji through the mirror. Sanji hesitates before speaking again, "My hair is actually wavy," He thinks about his mom's wavy blonde hair, and how he always thought it looked pretty even before she passed, "Its damaged, though. Straightened to hell and back with one of those hot combs."

Sanji thinks back to the hot combs. They were old as shit, the kind that needed to be heated up with a flame. The memories make him chuckle a bit, and Zoro smiles back. The same smile he wore when they sparred on the deck, with his dimples visible yet again to confirm to Sanji that he does have them.

His smile makes his heart skip a beat, like drums he'd hear in one of those old instrumental CDs he kept in his room as a kid. Before he has the chance to back away, to push Zoro out the door and forget this ever happened, Zoro straightens his back again.

He turns in his stool to look up at Zoro and he's not sure what the swordsman sees right now, but he's afraid to ask as his gaze is soft. So damn soft as he looks at him and his hand reaches again to pull his hair hair back over his eye like it was before. Stringy strands of heat damaged locks fall back into place.

Then he leaves. He just...leaves. The damn idiot just turns around and walks out the door like nothing even happened.

Thats the second time this has happened yet the first where Sanji is the one on the receiving end of it, and it makes him grab his towel to bunch it up in his fists and let out a scream into it as he processes everything. He processes how he was forced to notice how Zoro looked at him, and it was Zoro's own weird fucking way of saying "You're beautiful".

"He's so fucking ridiculous oh my god.." Sanji mumbles into the towel. His hair routine is officially long forgotten.

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Betrayal (2) — Take Me Back Series

Pairing: Sam Winchester x Fem!Reader

Series Summary: After making a deal to bring you back, Sam doesn't see you until years later when your paths cross during a case

Original Prompt: Requested by anonymous | Hi, I just joined Tumblr and came across your blog, it's wonderful! I'd like to make a request, something between Sam and reader. The reader dies and Sam makes a pact to bring her back, but she comes back without remembering him and the hunting life. He thinks it's best to stay away from her. Years later they meet and she falls in love with him all over again, and when they kiss she regains her memory. Do you like it?

Chapter Word Count: 1.6k

Chapter Warnings: Cursing (2x), Sad!Sam

Authors Note: Flashbacks are in italics | If you liked this, don’t forget to like & reblog. I really appreciate it! Feedback is always welcome ♡

Read Chapter One Here | Take Me Back Masterlist

Sam was lying awake just staring up at the ceiling of his and Dean's motel room, simply wondering what you were currently doing this time of night. A few years ago, he would have found you drawing in your journal, but with it being four years later, he was sure that you probably found something else to occupy your time instead. But picturing you still drawing somehow brought him a small sense of comfort.

He sighed, thinking back to one of the last times he had witnessed you drawing -- only a few days before he had made that demon deal in order to bring you back. It was a memory that he often found himself coming back to; a brief moment in time that he had taken for granted; a time he wished he cherished more.

“Ever going to draw me?” Sam asked, turning to his side as he watched you start to draw various assortments of flowers which was one of your favorite subjects to draw.

You grinned at him, holding the pencil in your hand. “Unless you want me butchering your features, I don’t think that’s going to happen.”

“You’re a better artist than I’ll ever be,” he said, resting his hand on your sheet covered leg.

“Give me a few years and maybe I can attempt then,” you smiled, leaning in and giving him a quick peck, a peck that Sam found himself quickly deepening.

"I love you," Sam said, rubbing your cheek with his thumb.

"I love you too," you replied, giving him a small smile.

You were sitting in your armchair in the living room with your sketchbook in your lap; the only source of light in the room was coming from the corner lamp right next to you. For some strange reason, you were currently attempting to draw Agent Sam Campbell, a man that you had just met today. But despite just meeting him today and only having a brief half an hour conversation with him, you felt strangely drawn to him; like there was something familiar about him. The thing that got you the most was when he smiled at you; it was the type of smile that instantly gave you such a sense of peace, like the anxiety you were previously experiencing had just melted away -- no one had ever made you feel that way before. You wished that you could have met Sam under better circumstances, as you probably would have tried and flirted with him. But flirting was the last thing on your mind, as your main priority was finding out who had killed your teens.

Slightly yawning, you got up from the armchair, placing your sketchbook in the side drawer. As you started making your way to your bedroom to try and see if you could get a wink of sleep, your cellphone started vibrating, and you raised a brow; slightly confused as who would be calling you this late at night. Reaching into your pocket, the caller ID read Mel, and you immediately answered the call. You knew that it had to be something serious, as Mel rarely called you this time of night. "Mel, everything okay?" You asked, your voice slightly worried.

“I uh…I need you to come to the center…it’s…it’s an emergency….” Her voice was a slight ramble, trembling.

“What kind of emergency?” You questioned, your brain starting to on high alert.

“The uh…the killer is here…it’s one of our volunteers…” she trailed off again, and slight panic entered you.

“Mel, call the cops or call those FBI guys,” you answered. There were silence on the other end, and then a blood curdling scream. “Mel!” You screamed, and then the line went dead. “Son of a bitch,” you mumbled.

"So, I just did a cross reference of all the volunteers and workers at Y/N's shelter to see if there was anyone present during all five murders. And besides Y/N, there were two other people," Sam said, starting to turn his laptop around for Dean to look at it.

"Mel and Robbie," Dean said, looking at their pictures on Sam's laptop. "Which one are you thinking? Mel or Robbie?"

"Hard to say," Sam admitted. "My instinct is saying Mel only because she was the one that found all the bodies."

"But that doesn't mean necessarily that she's the one that murdered them," Dean continued, and Sam nodded.

"Exactly," Sam agreed. "But, there is something a little weird about Mel."

"Meaning?" Dean asked, passing back Sam his laptop.

"Well, the first two weird things that come to mind is the fact that her name isn't actually Mel, it's Cynthia. And, she's not actually from Kansas City, she's from Malibu," Sam said.

"And what's so weird about that? A lot of people from Kansas City aren't actually from Kansas City. In fact, Y/N isn't even from Kansas City," Dean mentioned.

"Dean, you don't think it's a little suspicious that Mel is actually from Malibu?" Sam asked.

Dean thought about it for a moment before answering. "No, not at all."

"Okay, let me put it this way. Mel moved here from Malibu on March 10, 2019. On March 5, 2019 I made that crossroads deal in order to bring Y/N back," Sam explained.

"March 10th is the same day we came back to Kansas," Dean added.

"Yep," Sam nodded.

"Son of a bitch," Dean mumbled. "You thinkin' what I'm thinking?"

"Mel's the crossroads demon," Sam and Dean said in unison.

"We gotta warn Y/N," Sam said, his voice panicked.

Dean walked over to the motel dresser where he had placed his keys and picked them up in his hands. "I'm hoping you know where she lives Stalker Boy," he said.

Sam looked at his brother about to defend the reasoning for knowing where you had lived, but decided against it, as there was really no time. "Yeah," he said, a little defeated sounding.

You were tied to a chair in the middle of the shelter's gym; all the lights were off and you could barely see anything. The only source of light coming from outside from the moonlight. A second later, you started hearing footsteps from behind you, and your heart started to race just a little bit. Your body jolted a little when two hands were placed on your shoulders. "No need to be nervous Doll," Mel's voice said, but it didn't particularly sound like her natural sounding voice. Her normal voice was a little bit of a higher pitch; this one's was a little deeper.

"I don't know how you don't expect me to be nervous when you have me tied to a chair in the middle of the night," you said, your voice sounding a bit more snarky than you intended it to sound. "How about you untie me and we can talk about whatever is going on with you uh?"

"As much as I love that idea, there's really nothing for us to talk about Sweetcheeks," Mel said, and gave you a quick kiss on the cheek before she grabbed a metal chair and placed it in front of you in order for her to sit down. "I'm just merely stalling for time until the Winchester's arrive to rescue you," she said, the biggest smile on her lips.

"The Winchester's?" You asked, raising a brow. "Who the fuck are the Winchester's?" The only Winchester's you could think of were the gun people. Even then, you weren't completely sure if you had gotten the name right.

"Sam and Dean Winchester," Mel answered. "Your partners in crime. Your found family," she smiled. You still looked at her confused, and she slightly rolled her eyes. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't be frustrated with you. It's not your fault," she apologized. "You know those cute FBI guys that you talked to earlier Sam and Dean Campbell?" She asked, and you nodded. "They're Sam and Dean Winchester."

"Are they even FBI?" You asked. Your question made Mel laugh, almost making her fall out of her seat.

"Oh now that's funny!" She continued to laugh. "No, no. Not even remotely close," she said. "Both of them have been on the FBI Most Wanted List though," she smiled. "And, correct me if I'm wrong, but I think you were on there too at some point."

"I think I would have remembered something like that," you said, your voice a little hesitant.

"Oh! Yes! That's right. You wouldn't have remembered that. Silly me," she giggled to herself. "That's not the only thing you don't remember either."

"What do you mean?" You asked, again, your voice was still hesitant; as you were confused as to what she was even talking about.

"Sammy Campbell, AKA Sammy Winchester," Mel grinned.

"What about him?" You had no idea where she was going with this, but you hated the little teasing she was giving you. She was somehow giving you a lot of information but not enough information at the same time.

"He's the love of your life," she said simply. "Your soulmate. His words."

"What the fuck are you talking about?" You asked her. "I have literally never met Sam before this."

"Aw Sweetheart, but you have. But, it's not really your fault for not remembering, that's what the deal was," she said.

"What deal?" You questioned, the biggest grin formed on her face.

"The deal to bring you back from the dead," she said this so matter of factly. You wanted anything not to believe her, but for some reason, you found yourself believing her words. "In order to bring your pretty self back from the dead, Sammy made a deal with me. And the deal was, I bring you back but you forget everything about hunting in addition to not remembering lover boy."

You looked at her, trying to find a hint of a lie, but you couldn't. She was telling the truth. And you didn't know what you were upset with the most. The fact that you didn't remember that you had died, the fact that there was a whole chunk of your life that was completely missing, or the fact that you didn't remember being in love with Sam.

In the next chapter...

“Sam? Dean?” You called out.

“Yeah it’s us,” Sam replied, walking toward you. “You okay?”

“Yeah I’m fine just…confused,” you confessed, as Sam started to untie your hands from the chair.

“I’m sure. I’m sorry Mel wasn’t who you thought she was,” Sam said, as he finished untying you.

As soon as Sam was done untying you, he moved in front of you in order to stand next to Dean. "That's not entirely it," you said, the two men raised a brow. "Mel...Mel said I knew you guys."

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[finniestoncrane]

Yanno what id love to ask this purely for self indulgent reasons. What do you think of arkham eddie with an SO who's also autistic since we all are pretty damn sure he is? Like does the connection between them happen faster due to similar communication styles, how does he feel about parallel play, etc

YOU ARE JUST PREACHING TO ME THIS IS URGH and it made me feel so soft and warm. i'm going to try and NOT make this about my self-insert oc, but this is literally her and eddie, they are autistic 4 autistic/bisexual 4 bisexual love

but yeah, this is my daydreams literally written out 💚

i figure eddie would never have been diagnosed. he's old enough to not have been identified as anything other than "gifted" at school and i think his parents seem like the type who would avoid diagnosis out of ~shame~ so he'd be misdiagnosed or not diagnosed at all (until batman comes along with his non-degree and decides eddie is an obsessive compulsive narcissist. which yeah, fair. but also hello pot, this is the kettle speaking????)

anyway i think he would avoid all long-term relationships out of trust and a need to prove himself as above human needs and completely elf-sufficient, but it'd be easiest for him to get on with someone who is also autistic, even if they had very different communication styles. and i bet that would confuse him at first like "why does this idiot not bother me as much as all the other idiots"

a lot of the "bonding" would be done in silence, and would probably come from a place of blunt honesty, where eddie realised he could trust his new friend because they're either not afraid enough to lie to him or are too honest to know better. and he'd relish the ability to turn to someone and say "you are making my space crowded with your existance and i need you to leave" without them getting all moody, because they'd understand immediately

there might be a point where he picks up on things that make his new buddy a lil bit different, but i think he'd recognise them as brilliance before he thought of them as something "wrong" with them. mostly, because he'd see himself reflected back. hyperfixations and obsessions with certain acts/scenarios/things, an either intense focus or a complete lack of it, prone to sensory overload (which eddie doesn't know the name of before he meets his friend, he just assumes he has anger issues and is bad for going into tantrums), and there's bound to be a point where they both come to the realisation that neither of them understands other people's emotions or morals (cue a shared conversation about how people think batman is acceptable but not eddie)

going back to the bonding in silence thing, he's 100% given the key to life when he realises parralell play works for him. like you're telling him that you can be in the same room with someone and do your own thing completely, but they're there if you think of a stupid pun or you want to walk over to them to say "look what i made" have them go "wow!" and then turn around and go back to work???? where has this BEEN all his life (although now that he thinks about it, he did enjoy quietly reading amongst the other inmates at arkham)

anyway, i think at a certain point he'd find the bravery to tell his new friend that he thinks they're soulmates. maybe he'd follow that up with a confusion about romantic intent or interest, maybe he'd request a formal recognition of their friendship. and no doubt his lil buddy would be confused until eddie says "we're soulmates because we are literally the same person. we do all the same things. we think the same way." and his friend is like "that's sweet, eddie. and yeah, we might be soulmates. but i think a lot of that is because we're both autistic"

and eddie is like

"we're both what? so you're? and i'm? OH!!!!!!!"

and then everything falls into place, like he's just solved a complex riddle he didn't even know he was working through and he's stuck standing there for a while like:

[moon-thething]

Yo it's me Kevin Anon again—you can answer this if ya feel like it and what not

But I had a more light-hearted ides for a Kevin x Reader lmao

Kevin with a reader who admires him on an almost child-like level and praises him a lot despite him obviously finding them annoying and not really wanting them around, and reader usually doesn't get that he doesn't like them because they're too stuck finding him "cool" to really comprehend that. But despite how annoying they can be, Kevin begins to slowly fall for them (because he's moron-sexual /j) and when he realizes it, he goes into denial because he can't believe he might like them of all people.

- Kevin Anon

I got so happy when I saw you left a request ngl

And yes, I absolutely love this

Also, sorry this took so long! I totally forgot I had this in my drafts!

Romantic or platonic?: Romantic

Readers gender: Neutral

Type: Fluff

¡Warning!: Not proof read, also probably cringe

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Kevin

Let's set the scene first, aka explain how you two actually met

You met through a close friend (Streber)

It was just a normal day for you and Kevin, but you both received a text from Streber saying he wanted to introduce all his friends to each other

He told you all to meet up at some place that isn't that important to the plot rn

You, being sort of weirded out by his actions since you already knew everyone, just decided to go along with his evil scheme

It doesn't matter if you arrived first or if you arrived last, your first interaction with Kevin was pretty chill

I imagine that Kevin must have done something cool to impress you and to make you start drooling over him (hypothetically that is)

It probably wasn't that impressive, but hey, it's what got your attention 🤷‍♀️

You were just walking around town with the group + Kevin. You didn't really have a destination you wanted to go to, just walking, nothing wrong with that (you got kicked out of a cafe for being too loud)

It was so sudden. A cat had landed in front of you, causing you to stop. But, since you were going at a quick-ish pace, you lost balance. You were trying to just grab onto something, but it lead to your phone falling from your grasp

Kevin was the first one to take notice and he was quick to grab you and your phone. He tumbled back a little, the noise finally seemed to catch the groups attention and they turned around only to see you and Kevin

"What happened?!" Streber yelled before anyone else could

"I think Y/n tripped on something." Kevin sighed, pulling you up to stand instead of him holding you, "You have to be more careful." He muttered in annoyance

You were too awestruck to even catch his annoyed tone, only nodding as you let out a hum of agreement

You focused more on Kevin for the rest of the hangout. Just chatting with him and asking him questions

It was weird, to Kevin at least. But he shrugged it off, thinking you just wanted to get closer after he saved your ass from spending who knows how much money on fixing your phone

But what really got him confused was when you continued talking to him after that day

I mean- he just saved your phone! It's not like he stopped world hunger or something

But that little action he did seemed to really stick with you, thinking it was sweet of him to save you from falling (delulu)

Kevin could've swore he lost braincells whenever you were around, it only got worse when you found out where he worked at

Each interaction you had with him just seemed to make him more and more sick of you

Until one day, where one little thing made his heart flutter a little

The candy clubs doors opened with a familiar ring, signifying that a customer has walked in

"Kevin!" Kevin scrunched up his face in annoyance, letting in a deep breath before turning towards you

"What do you want, Y/n?" He asks, his gaze catching a bax in your hands. What were you planning now?

"Oh, well I remember you mentioning that you were getting annoyed with the uncomfortable textures of clothes. And Streber mentioned that your birthday is in a couple of weeks. So I decided to give you an early birthday present, since it's kind of depressing to see you wearing the same hoodie over and over again." You laughed lightly, setting the box on the counter

Kevin raised a brow before opening the box. His eyes widened slightly as he saw two sweaters in the box, including what looks like to be... A bracelet?

"I added the bracelet for extra flare." You spoke up, laughing as you read the words on the bracelet, it was a little nickname that the group collectively have Kevin, "I made it myself.. If that means anything." You laugh awkwardly

Kevin only stared at the sweater in the box in awe, picking one up to get a better look. It was a plain one colored sweater, you remember hearing Kevin complain that he couldnt find a single non-tacky sweater, and the extra hour of you seeing the printed logo was totally wort it. Also, the sweater felt like heaven underneath Kevin's hands, the more he held it the more relaxed he felt

He put down the sweater looking at you with awe, the anger he previously felt suddenly dissapearing

"Thank you, Y/n" He said, giving you a kind, genuine smile. You smiled back

"It was nothing really, it just took a while to find everything..." The next words that came out of your mouth seemed muffled to Kevin. The only thing he was focused on was the perfect curvature of you face, how your lips moved as the voice that he previously viewed as annoying sounded more angelic to him. His heart fluttering as he felt like he was going to puke with all of the thoughts running through his head

He was definitely in denile for a while before he finally accepted his feelings for you

He could not look you in the eye, all of the emotions hitting him at once when he even glanced over at you. Don't even get me started when he accidentally brushes hands with you, or god forbid you hug him

He is totally embarrassed of his newfound feeling since he ranted to Streber how annoying you were

With all of his complaining it lead to Streber keeping the two of you away. Which was a relief on his behalf, he didn't have to be so tense anymore

But the relief quickly turned into fear, fear that Streber was gonna say that you annoyed Kevin and that you would stop with your acts

My mans was stressed

He was on a late night call with Streber, not being able to sleep and knowing Streber barely ever slept as well

And on that call was when Kevin finally accepted his feelings for you and told Streber

Streber was overjoyed, already planning in his head on how you two were going to interact more and how those interactions were going to lead to your guyses first date

And, with that information, whenever he started calling group hangouts he made sure both of you would be as close to each other as possible. Leading to Kevin giving him death glares

But hey! It all turned out great in the end!

Your childish behavior only led to Kevin falling harder of you and eventually blurting out that he has a crush on you

And it was so random too! You were just gossiping with him, as Streber had led you to Kevin to tell him all of the gossip, and he just blurted out how beautiful/handsome/amazing you are

You stopped mid talking to look at him, pure shock on your face. It took Kevin a few moments to realize when he said, and he was apologizing for it

You told him it was okay and after his embarrassment has faded he confessed. He was 100% ready to shrivle away, that's until you told him you liked him too

Overal, very wholesome. Also he felt really bad about hating y97 and didn't want to tell you when you two started dating 👍

[generalluxun]

Based on their season 1 (Primarily) and season 2/3 (if you desire it) characterization. How do you think the characters and story of ML would develop had Marinette developed a crush on Chat & Adrien a crush on Marinette?

My thinking, taking out any given issues with the shows handling of the characters and just what I think makes sense for them based on extrapolation feels:

Ladybug is definitely a bit more overtly "Adorkable" in the publics eye, but the danger of the situation does stop her from stumbling over herself as much as Marinette did with Adrien. She is far more likely to be pushing for secret ID reveals, but probably through hints over overt action.

Adrien is not as forward with Marinette as he is as Chat with Ladybug. Even ignoring the Chat persona being an exaggeration, he also has his reputation and ingrained habits to think of. But Nino did ask him for date advice so I think he'd make more overt attempts at wooing her & probably push harder on Chloe to be nicer.

Gabriel probably hates this and may be stumping harder to yang Adrien out of school, which could force Adrien to be more quiet about his interest as well.

Chloe is... Not having a good time. Regardless of whether her feelings for Adrien are romantic, platonic, confused cos of sexuality or the like. He matters to her a lot but right after arriving at school is not only putting a lot of distance between them but seemingly holding their friendship for ransom to earn the approval of a girl Chloe has issue with.

Okay so thought about this:

Ladybug falls for Chat in Origins when he rushes in to defend her during one of her initial panic/what is happening moments. She's reminded of being protected by Socqueline (Derision is not canon, ever, but we can repurpose bits of it) She had resigned herself to being 'on her own' after her friend graduated (not expelled) now, here is someone else making her feel *safe* even in mortal peril.

She's still Ladybug, she's still the leader. She is very focused on 'protecting her protector' though. He's *her* kitty. If only he could be in more ways than are allowed...

She'll push Fu to include him more, she'll pay more attention and push to be her best self. Her plans will be a little less effective, like in Kuro Neko she's focusing too much on her partner. It won't be crippling though, but it hints at what she needs to work on.

Now on the second day when Adrien shows up, things go differently. Let's give the Limo a flat so he shows up without Chloé. The world is a bit spookier, are monsters common? He's nervous. He drops his books, and someone stoops to help him pick them up and their heads bump.

'oh ouch sorry. Here let me...' sure hands ruffle through hos hair, checking for an injury. Adrien looks up and *cue music* Marinette.

She's already set on being her 'best self' to live up to her Perfect Pawtner. So helping the new kid around? That's just what she should do!

On Adrien's end though he can't help but marvel at how much she reminds him of his mother(hear me out) He's been adrift since her disappearance. His father is distant, Nathalie is cold, and even though Chloé cares she's a hurricane in a ponytail. Marinette;leading him to the classroom, showing him his seat, and giving him tips, makes him feel *safe*. (Woo parallels!) He falls hard and fast.

He becomes a Marinette stan, furst to support her. First to go the extra mile. Talking her up and excited to see what she will do next. Every step she takes to be the 'everyday Ladybug' only males him fall harder. The 'weakspot' he has to work on is how completely uncritical he is, after all his mother could do no wrong! He doesn't make the conscious connection, but he treats Marinette the same. She's not a memory of a mother though, she's a living breathing 14yr old. She will and should make mistakes. Adrien discounts them too much, excusing/rationalizing/redirecting her shortcomings which actually inhibits her growth. 'I was wrong' is something everyone needs as a part of their life.

Chloé is in fact having a bad time(maybe?) she can't bully or daddy her way out of this. Adrien gushes about Marinette and Chloé's initial 'ewww' turns him instantly cold (only briefly though) but it is a warning. If she wants to win she has to *beat* Marinette. She needs to be better, smarter, stronger, she can't fake it. She has to compete and win! Hijinks/rivalry ensues (Marinette isn't competing for Adrien, but the chance to show up Chloé is cathartic as heck!)

What's fascinating is how various other things will shake out. Chloé's 'daddy' goes unused, most people get ignored. She can't push and shove her way out of this. Alya has to listen to Marinette gushing about Cat Noir (she knitted herself a pawprint sweater that she sleeps in, but she has to keep fangirling on the down low in public so she doesn't clue in whoever CN really is!) Nino's crush on Marinette is DoA. Do he and Alya still get together? Adrien's in Nino's ear about Mari every day.

Does Alya pull Chloé aside and say 'wtf are you even doing?' emboldened by the blonde's shift from dominance to competition. Foes Sabrina branch out, being Chloé's 'trainer' for a myriad competitions. She(they) could come into contact with a lot more people.

It's a whole AU in the making.

[shiftingtomydrs]

Marauders DR

sooo yeah this is gonna be confusing probably and definitely not organized but if youve read some of my rants youll be used to it by now haha

alright, so similar as in my golden trio dr, im the same person i am in my cr (like name, family, looks) plus the whole witch thing. i am also part of ravenclaw and a muggleborn. my s/o is james potter and i did kinda script out voldemort bcs we dont want that. james and i have the friends to lovers slowburn angsty arc and im not quite sure if i should script im related to lily / my last name is also evans bcs hear me out, someone asks james who he has a crush on and he just says evans and people start assuming its lily but its me and so he goes with it bcs he doesnt wanna ruin our friendship. so yeah. thats gonna happen now bcs now that i wrote it out loud i love it. i again dont play quidditch bcs scared of heights and stuff haha soo idk yet if ill do any sport (is there another sport?). i also wanna be an animagus but idk yet what form bcs i like the 'soulmates have the same form' headcanon but i also wanna be a cat. soo yeah. idk. ideas would be great. i scripted that i can be in the gryffindor common room / i never get caught doing it (idk if its actually forbidden or not tbh but id say yes) and im kinda the typical nerdy good smart girl soo i can pull of shit and teachers dont suspect me so i get away with it haha. james thinks its unfair. i also scripted in this one fanfic i once read and keep rereading bcs its so good (its a german translation and i cant find the original one sadly) and its basically the marauders finding a magical book with fanfiction about them inside it. its hilarious soo yeah i put that in it was like the first thing i put. i have two sisters but both of them are muggles. after hogwarts idk yet what i wanna do, maybe become a healer (no but fr what can you do except work in the ministerium, teacher, healer, journalist, or open a store or smth? jobs are limited in the wizarding world imo) or an auror (thats what you can do lmao but it kinda falls into ministerium i guess?). i dont have a pinterest thing for this dr yet but i imagine my aesthetic is kinda light academia / dark academia (idk the difference but i like both) and yeah. from the 3rd year on i do arithmancy, runes and care of magical creatures. i also do apparition classes in year 7.

idk what else i can say atm haha but if you wanna know more pls dont be shy to ask questions <3

[sincerely-sofie]

i remember seeing posts about grovyle having to gain celebi's powers as a last resort and i just wanted to share my thoughts about how absolutely terrifying it would be for twig. id imagine that she has grown far enough in the dark future to know that "some things have to be done to ensure our survival" but she couldn't fathom what outcome would have happened for celebi to be essentially sacrificing herself just to ensure that they both could live.

and it all just goes downhill when the deed is done. giving grovyle's already haggered state and now what had to happen, he cant control himself. looking at his own hands feels him with disgust. his inexperience with the newfound time traveling ability nearly kills both him and twig way more than it helps, and its just how everyone looks him differently giving his new appearance. whatever dusknoir and the sableye think of him can go to hell, but it's how twig is just so distraught. she still trusts him, but it's like she sees his hands as though they are permanently stained with blood. maybe he sees it that way, too.

and dont even get me started on what will happen when they both get separated and grovyle will go on that little time gear hunt, oh dear. with him already losing the people who matter to him the most, id imagine grovyle is just already pushed beyond his limits as his goal in mind is set, and his just acts completely irrationally, not letting anyone stop him. entire time gear dungeons covered in greenery and thorns, its denizens scared for their lives and everyone confused as to how it even happens. and knowing that twig and kip will eventually have to face grovyle.. that's an entire different issue to unravel.

An additional detail that makes this even worse is that Twig was never outright told what would happen to them when they would change the future— at least when she was human. Grovyle couldn't bring himself to tell his little sister (who's barely reached double digits at that point) that none of them are going to live to see the world that they'll save. Twig will say something about how everything'll be worth it when they get to watch the sun rise together every day... and Grovyle will freeze up and stutter for a bit, before he quietly responds with something to the effect of how he can't wait for it. There's no way he can bring himself to tell her what happened to Celebi— from Twig's perspective, Celebi is just gone. And judging by how distraught Grovyle clearly feels about this, she probably ditched them. She wouldn't know that Celebi gave up everything so that they could accomplish their mission. She'd be confused by the fact that Grovyle has powers like Celebi did, but she wouldn't connect the dots.

Honestly, there wouldn't even need to be any interference on Darkrai's end for them to be separated. Grovyle wouldn't have the experience to maintain a stable passage of time. Twig would fall through because of this. Grovyle, in his eyes, killed the one person he had left, and it's his fault. And from that point on, he's got nothing to lose.

While he'd struggle deeply with long-term time travel using passages of time, he'd figure out how to make short jumps back and forth eventually— and then fighting him is 10x worse than you'd ever think possible. You beat him? Alright. He's traveling back to the start of the fight and trying again. He essentially figures out save states, and now the only thing stopping him from winning a fight is his own exhaustion— and he's got heaps of experience with being on the run for days on end without more than a delcatty nap with one eye open here and there.

The only reason Twig and Kip would make it out of Crystal Cave alive is because Twig's got a type advantage and set the place on fire when Kip is nearly cut in half after Grovyle attacks him. He'd try to win that fight over and over, but the fact that the area they're in is so overgrown thanks to his new abilities and Twig's summoned flames get more intense the more pain she's in and adrenaline she's got going through her (Blaze ability! Yay!) he'd have to eventually give up and recover from the confrontation. Dusknoir would arrive in time to catch a glimpse of Grovyle before he retreats, and instead of just feeling angry and disgusted at what he'd done to Twig and Kip, he'd be scared. Genuinely, truly scared of Grovyle— maybe just as much as he is of Primal Dialga.

Kip's recovery was hard during the normal AU. In this one, it's brutal. An amputation of much of his tail proves necessary, and he's lucky he got to keep all of his limbs. Twig got out physically whole— erupting into flames is an effective deterrent when it comes to a grass-type who prefers fighting in close quarters— but emotionally, she's not the same.

She doesn't have a perfect recollection of Grovyle's time traveling to retry the fight, but the dimensional scream paired with the temporal distortion surrounding her gives her an inkling. Team Venture would win. She'd turn to Kip, out of breath and relieved, ready to cheer that they did it— when suddenly she was back at the entrance of the cavern, starting the fight all over. And every time, Kip was injured worse and worse. Every time, she had to force herself to use the fiery powers she hated so much even more than she had in the fight before, just to have a chance to occupy Grovyle and protect her best friend. Supposedly, the fight took a few minutes. For her, it felt like hours of fighting off an unbelievably powerful enemy as he tried to finish off Kip before getting to her.

It's not being captured that brings Grovyle back to the Dark Future— it's a retreat to recover from the battle he had with Team Venture. At that point, Dusknoir hasn't kidnapped Twig and Kip or dragged them into the Future, but asked them to help him fight Grovyle while he's still weak. They went into the Future with him willingly. Primal Dialga's presence prevents Grovyle's save state strategy from working, so they actually might have a chance to defeat him. At one point in the fight, Kip shouts for Twig to look out, and Grovyle stops just short of impaling her as he realizes he recognizes the way her face scrunches up and tears well in her eyes when she's scared.

She's alive. She's okay. She's alive, and she's okay, but she has no idea who he is, and she's terrified of him. It doesn't matter if he tries to explain himself— she's solidly on Dusknoir's side now. And why wouldn't she be? It was only thanks to him wrestling Grovyle to the ground that he didn't manage to slit her throat just a few moments ago. Twig was always the one who insisted on stealth and subterfuge during their mission, while he was inclined to leap in headfirst and not wait for answers before he got into fights. Look at where that rashness had gotten him.

He scrambles up from where he had her pinned with an attack ready to run her through, and shouts at Dusknoir about this being some kind of trick. (He knows it isn't. He knows it's real. It can't be real. He needs it to be a lie.) Twig doesn't understand what's being said as they argue back and forth until there's a mention of the name Celebi, and something stirs amongst memories long forgotten.

"... Clover?"