#him being too scared to go back to their house bc he thought he'd see that they moved on but he missed all they ways they held on instead

[lightningbig]

thinking again about qmissa coming back after his trip and being too scared to go back home. feeling like he failed his family and like he failed his son and being too scared to confront a chayanne who hates him. how he looked at the wall and at their home and saw how much it had changed since he'd been gone and it made the guilt well up even more so he left, turning away, exploring other new things on the island instead. but chayanne found him anyway. and all of his fears were so unfounded because chayanne saw him again and immediately was only ever excited. just so so happy to see his dad again.

[loolingz]

pls let me indulge in being fwb with sae, but he ends up falling for u first and just keeps it to himself for the longest time :(( i feel like one day he’d “accidentally” let it slip that he wants more with you while ur fucking, n he tries to play it off like it’s no big deal but on the inside he’s so nervous he’s scared you off ugh </3

nonnie YES!! tysm for this, oh my god! he’s scared to tell u bc usually its fucking with no feelings, i love him!! enjoy it, and asks are always open! 

he was in trouble.

he'd known he was for weeks. when you came over to his house in a nice frilly outfit to attempt to wow him — which, of course, you did — he knew. if only you knew what was going through his head when you two were having fun with each other.

"oh," your breathless voice pleads. "sae, please," the way he hums against your skin has you squirming in his grip, tightening around his fingers as he kisses your neck and shoulder ever so lightly. as sae stretches you out with his fingers, your thigh-length skirt does nothing to protect your lower half. your blouse was rendered worthless at this point, owing to the fact that it was no longer on you. when the two of you first met, it was flung over his shoulder someplace. he enjoyed littering  you. you enjoyed the sensation of his teeth. it was a win-win situation for everyone. or so you thought. you were unaware of his lingering touches and delicate movements.

a third finger slips inside of you, and you’re ashamed about just how much it affects you. it’s hard to stay quiet when he has his way with you- he knows your body too well by this point. his mouth focuses on that sweet spot on the junction between your neck and your shoulder. It’s the spot that can easily turn your sighs into moans. his thumb circles your clit and draws little mixed-up shapes in order to keep your toes curling and that fire in your belly burning. it’s downright evil the way he’s able to make you this wet. it’s like he wants the whole world to  hear your arousal as he works his magic on your pussy. but you’re not entirely  a saint right now.

after all, you are the one with your hand around his dick, aren’t you?

the growl he gives after a particularly harsh tug on his dick is satisfying. there’s precum coating your fingers. he’s making a mess of himself while making a mess out of you. but even the space between your thighs grows wetter and wetter, you can’t help but find yourself eyeing his frustrated face with a certain confidence. if the only way to get back at him is a couple of well-timed strokes then so be it. you’ll have him putty in your hands in no time at all.

this wasn’t the first time the two of you had... “mutually pleased” each other. Nor was it the second, or third, or fourth time. in fact- any chance he got, he’d simply send you a text message and have his way with you to his heart’s content every chance he got. even still, you always felt like you never quite had a good grasp on how to get him off. his dick felt all too large and heavy and hot in your hands. the mere memory of it being inside of you, stirring up your insides, was enough to send your heart racing. though you’re doing something right. you always do. he’s always the first one to grow close to his orgasm.

but he always makes you cum first. every single time.

when his hips begin to buck in time with your strokes, his fingers start moving inside of you faster. much, much, much faster. he stops peppering your neck with thousands and thousands of little tiny nips and kisses and marks just to claim your lips once more. he’s swallowing your moans, keeping you quiet as the lazy scissoring motion he was previously using on you moves to something more focused and deliberate. his long fingers curl deep inside of you, digits finding your the spot that makes you see stars and prodding at it again and again in a way that’s just not fair.

it’s so hard to focus. it’s so hard to keep your eyes open. they flutter and flutter in an attempt to keep your mind intact, but it’s just so  hard. your mouth drops open to let out another moan, and this you just know is a little too loud for comfort. but you can just feel the smirk he gives you against your skin, and you just know sae isn’t opposed to his claim in front of others. but you can’t think about that right now. your mind is on sae and sae alone.

that, and the way he’s about to make you cream all over his fingers.

his unoccupied hand moves up from its resting point of holding on to your hips. he traces and teases your skin as he trails his hand upwards until it finally reaches its destination- your chest. his hand gropes at your breast, twisting and teasing and twirling an overly sensitive nipple in between the rough pads of his fingers tip. you’re starting to see stars.

and that thumb. oh, god, that thumb. you don’t know how he does it. how he’s always able to bend you to his will, over and over again. because that thumb. that thumb on your clit is cruel. it’s so cruel, and it’s so mean. it’s what causes you to break away from his kiss with a startled gasp and a sudden shriek. the pit at the bottom of your stomach is growing. you feel hot- hot all over, and sae was not helping. the tickle of his hair against your shoulder as he whispers nothing but filthy words of praise in an attempt to coax you into an orgasm is sending you into overdrive. his breath against your ear, the way he breaks you down into a whiny little mess, and that  thumb.

“you just cum for me, got it?” he’s growling now. low, deep, and all too husky for your poor fucked out brain to process. “wish we had more than this. wish we were more than this. ‘want you so bad..” 

his eyes widened at his confession, quickly adding a line about your pussy holding tight on his fingers, trying to play off what he had just said.

this sae of yours- this green eyed, red haired sweet boy of yours is downright filthy behind doors. he’s dirty in all the right ways. tainted in all the best of the word, and it’s all for you. all for your body. all for your pleasure. all to drive up you up, get you drunk off his touch, and keep going until you can’t even stand. or pass out. all for your love.

whichever comes last.

in a last-ditch effort to ensure he experiences what he’s putting you through, your grip on his cock tightens. you’re pumping it furiously, working your hand in the way he’s taught you all those weeks ago when it was your first time together. you’re moving with purpose, with vigor, and with passion. his breath hitches loudly, and he’s humping your hand faster and faster. but there’s no time to taste the victory. his retaliation is swift, and his retaliation is punishing. because in just seconds, he’s practically ambushing your pussy

at this point, you’re reduced to tears. all you can do is nod and beg and whimper as you try to clench down on his fingers, chasing your high. your legs are shaking, and at this point, sae is the only thing keeping you upright. every breath you take is overcome with nothing but gasps and squeals as the coil in your stomach tightens and tightens. god, you’re so close. how does he do it? how does he always manage to take you to new heights that you’ve never been before?

“could give you so much more than this,” he whispers again and the sloppy chants of ‘yes, yes, yes, yes-’ fall out of your mouth in pretty little bows, dolled up just for him. “cum for me.”

and you do.

it happens with a start- the coil in your belly snaps, and your mind goes numb. you let out a loud cry as your cunt clenches around his fingers, but sae swallows it quickly with a deep kiss before he starts to cum himself. he forces you to ride out your orgasm with him, white-hot ropes cum shooting out of his dick with every little groan that sneaks out his mouth. his thumb slows down, not quite abusing your poor, oversensitive clit anymore, but it still feels like torture. you don’t want him to stop. not now, not ever.

the quiet gasps of air you let out are all the forest hears in the aftermath. sae’s lips brush against your shoulder, your neck, and your lips over and over again as he catches his own breath. the smile you give him is soft when he finally meets your eyes. But it’s not until you offer up a silent nod does he finally give a small smile back.

and as wordlessly as the two of you started, he sinks down to his knees, hikes a leg over his shoulder, and gives you his tongue in all the right ways.

“then make me yours, sae itoshi.” 

[bcolfanfic]

the people want more backstory about rosie adopting naomi!! (when u have time ofc)

rosieeeee. sweet man.

after he comes home from bagram august 2021 he contemplates staying in active duty, and maybe starting the application process and what not to go down the JAG path. but he came home from bagram with a lottt of anexity and the more thought he gives it the more he's just. ready to be done. ready to not worry about if he's gonna get sent into another fire in another war etc etc. goes back to practicing "normal law" mostly property law with an agriculture focus.

the thought of adopting just kinda washes over him out of the blue one day. is talking to a co-worker who adopted as a single parent and can't shake the "huh, what if i did that" feeling. talks himself out of it for a couple weeks, but then it comes back in his head, and he /really/ can't shake it this time.

sees his mom for lunch or something and she can tell he's off. asks if he's alright thinking it's ptsd related and he just blurts out something to the effect of do you think i'd be a good dad?

she pauses for a long moment bc she gen was not expecting that at all. but sees the look on his face and that he's asking genuinely and just. melts. yv rosie in my mind is super close with his mama (dad died when he was young) and seeing her baby so sincerely thinking about something like this just. makes her heart swell up. she tells him she think's he'd be a great dad, and prods a little about why he's asking which is a nice outlet for him to talk things out loud with someone.

the next people he tells that he's considering it are croz (his bff <3) and jeanie and they're both practically jumping through the phone like yes oh my god of course you'd be a good dad are you kidding????

he's a very private person and maybeee tells ev too because he figures croz will anyways. but outside the two of them everyone else doesn't know a thing till he actually has her. (think he similar to the bucks does the waiting child thing. was fully expecting to get an older kiddo since that's typically how that goes. but they call him about a lil 11 month old baby and he says yes before he can think twice about it. the social worker he's been working with nudges him a little about considering changing/choosing her name since she's so young, which he stresses a considerable amount over since he was not expecting to have to worry about that lmao. but he gives it some thought and goes with naomi and it Feels Right.)

croz and jeanie go out to be there and see lil baby naomi right after he gets her. croz texts a pic of rosie with her to the gc and everyone is like ????. they all think they somehow missed/forgot an entire crosby child existing lmao. but then croz is texts something to the effect of new rosenthal just dropped (: and they're like WHAT. lmfao. bucky just about screams and scares the hell out of gale across the house. dramatic ass. (which ironic, when him and gale end up more or less being in the same predicament with their friends finding out about baby micah with how sudden all that is).

goddd rosie is so happy. gets all teary talking to croz about it and croz gets a lil emotional too telling him he knows exactly how he feels. tells him that feeling never really goes away, and that he's already such a good dad which makes hm realllly cry. sweet boy.

naomi is that man's moon and stars. obv all the guys that have kids love their kiddos to death. but esp since it's just the two of them before aiden comes along, they're bonded real tight in a way that just. idk makes her real stiff competition for the most adored little girl on the planet.

[strawbubbysugar]

HI I HAVE A COUPLE OF QUESTIONS 🙋

1. What would Monty's reaction be to Stink? Y'know, once the big guy is fixed and not acting like a sewer rat. Will he help take care of him?

2. Are we going to get a oneshot of Morgan and Monty interacting in any way? Maybe Morgan seeing Monty be slowly repaired with every visit and even helping when they can, or after he's fixed and they go home together where they talk things out and have a heart-to-heart conversation? I like to imagine ""The Big Talk"" happens on the way back home in Morgan's dinked up truck after a few minutes or even hours of painfully awkward silence and a bit of strained small talk, but seeing Monty's reaction to Morgan's home and us even getting to know what it looks like would be nice, too! I think seeing the home or living evironment of a character helps me understand them better, plus it's just interesting.

3. A bit of a continuation of my previous question- what does Monty think about Y/ngineer not being his soulmate? Will he ever find out what Morgan did to Y/ngineer? If so, how will he react to it? I can't remember if he even knows they're soulmates with Sun/Moon/Eclipse, so how will he feel if he saw them being affectionate, whether he knows or not? Is he over Y/ngineer and ready to move on with Morgan? On the other hand, what does Morgan think of Monty being their soulmate, Monty in general, and about having an animatronic for a soulmate? I can't remember if this was ever discussed, I apologize if so.

4. Will we get an update on how both Roxy and Chica are doing on the farm that's set a couple of months or so in the future, after everyone is repaired and the dust has settled? Will we get a little fluffy look into their daily life, relationship and how they both react to farm work? Or rather some hurt/comfort when the sky is depressingly dark, the house is dead quiet and the memories and phantom pains won't stop? I miss my girls. 😢

5. Could you share some thoughts you have for a potential oneshot with Cassie and Roxy? Maybe a bit of hurt/comfort with Cassie visiting and comforting Roxy after, y'know, everything, or seeing her when she'll all fixed up? Will Cassie get to meet Chica? (I'm assuming Cassie has a mother that's still around so would that make Chica her 3rd mother? 🤔)

6. How is Maddie? I think we had brief mentions of her near the end but I hope she's doing well and spending enough time with her dads! Juggling repairing 5 animatronics, taking care of a baby, and planning for the future must be overwhelming for Matt, even with Y/ngineer, Eclipse and his parents there to help him. :( Will we see Y/ngineer or/and Eclipse play with little Maddie? That would be so so cute! I suspect the boys didn't see a lot of infants in the daycare. 🥺 Speaking of... how did Maddie react to the long trip to Twin Falls? She's is an angel but I assume she didn't take the move too well.

SORRY FOR ALL THE QUESTIONS YOU DON'T HAVE TO ANSWER ANY OF THEM IF YOU DON'T WANT TO OR IF YOU'VE ALREADY ANSWERED THEM BEFORE. Love you (platonically) have a good day okaybye. 🙇

AAH I LOVE ANSWERING QUESTIONS TY THIS IS LIKE A PRESENT TO ME!!!!

I honestly think he'd be scared of him at first. like not over the top screeching but he'd refuse to hold him, and he'd freeze when hes put on him. eventually hed have a begrudging respect for stink bc stink likes to bite

Oooh that really puts me in the mood to write about them! Maybe Ill do a oneshot tonight for morgan & monty :)

He isnt stoked about the fact that they arent soulmates, he was starting to feel pretty sure that they were. but he isnt distraught over it - its more of a workplace crush than a real true "i need you" crush. He'd be pissed that morgan did what they did to them, but at the same time, hes done some pretty bad shit to people he cares about too - its another thing they can relate about. he sees morgan trying to be a better person and respects that. If monty were a human man he would 100% be morgan's type down to a t. however, they arent the monster fucker robot lover the y/ngineer is, so it takes more time for them to get used to the idea of a giant crocodile machine being their soulmate. it gets easier they longer theyre together, and the more they get to know each other!

I might write a oneshot for it possibly, along with cassie coming for a visit!! :) it'd be touched upon in the sequel if I ever write it!

tbh I have less ideas for these guys than I do other characters (mostly bc roxy is a mother NO DRAMA and no drama means less story hddsf) but I could see myself writing a oneshot where cassie comes and sleeps over with her dad's permission!

Maddie is doing wonderfully! She's a little angel and her grandparents are watching her while Matt and the gang make the move to the new home! Matt will drive back and pick her up once theyre settled in, so it isnt too much for her. Once shes there and all settled in, Eclipse ends up watching her most of the time while matt and y/ngineer run the shop. After someone sees him doing so well with their kids at the playground while babysitting maddie, they ask him if he runs a daycare, and he decides that YES, he does! Which is how Clear Skies Daycare starts! :)

[marc--chilton]

how would house & wilson comfort their pup if she had a nightmare? like when she was still a baby and so small and too young to be able to explain what she was scared of, so she was just giving off ‘scared, please, scared’ energy.

like i can see them having very different approaches to how to calm her down/soothe her. pls tell me your thoughts !!

AOUUUGHHHH LITTLE BABY NIGHTMARE.....

first of all, they have baby monitors. house makes fun of wilson for getting them but keeps the one for their room on his own nightstand. and this is AFTER having gone through the process of actually getting comfortable with the idea of her sleeping in the nursery (which takes house longer than he'd like to admit bc his instincts go a little haywire after the first time he holds her)

the first few times it happens it wakes house from a dead sleep and gets him moving only for him to fall back into bed with a gasp because apparently his body forgot, in its haste, that a pretty significant chunk of leg muscle is gone and We Can't Move Like That Remember?? and he just assumes the worst is happening and he can't get there fast enough and now his fucking leg hurts so he blindly punches wilson in the back to wake him up and check on her

back to the actual question. they DO have different approaches!!

wilson is all sweet words and soft smiles. "aw, you had a bad dream, didn't you, bug?" he coos at her, sleep-ruffled, gently wipes away snot and tears with his own shirt because this is his baby who's so upset, being gross isn't a concern at all. he sits with her until she calms down, holding her so her head is resting on his shoulder, closer to his glands to maximize the effect of the soothing notes in his scent. "you're okay, bug, abba's got you."

house, on the other hand, leans to a more primal route. he'll whisk her from her crib and weave a nest for them in the living room (or his and wilson's bed if wilson lets him) to hole up in. sometimes if it's bad enough house will be on full autopilot during all this, tense from the heartbreaking sound of his pup's whimpers but still purring for her benefit, all the while so dead set on making a custom safe space for them both. he barely actually talks, too, instead relying on instinctual vocalizations. not only is formulating the words for the feelings he's having incredibly difficult at times like that, but the wordless communication is easier understood by pups anyway. it's not a great habit to have -- for either of them really -- because sleeping on the couch destroys house's leg and makes him more irritable at work the next day but it's all secondary to giselle's wellbeing so he does it again and again and again

[forbidding-souda]

Hiii! Sorry if this is too specific but can I request headcannons for Mondo with a male S/O who’s pretty quiet and into gardening?

Mondo Oowada with a boyfriend who is quiet and into gardening headcanons

NO THE SPECIFIC ONES LIKE THIS ARE MY FAV DON'T WORRY LIKE SRS I WISH ALL REQUESTS WERE LIKE THIS

and i know i'm posting a lot but i don't know if it'll last forever bc i'm going back to school and classes start 1/23 so we'll see but writing is so fun when I like the requests this is great

-Mod Souda

♥ The sound of potted plants being placed on cement is more piercing than the roaring of his engine. His engine is like the purr of a cat, while the sound of your hobby brings him back to reality every time he doses off.

♥ He thinks of it like this: you work for the day just as he works for the night.

♥ You can have the sun beaming on you while you check on your plants, hands so precise and sweet when you tend to them like they are your children.

♥ He holds your hand even if you still have dirt under your fingernails.

♥ Sitting there while you do your work isn't exactly his idea of fun but the sight of concentration on your face is enough to keep him there. You're just so cute.

♥ Sometimes he lets you wipe dirt off on his pants if he makes you in a rush to hurry.

♥ He likes taking you places, which are often things you don't consider fun, but it's what you do for him since you force him to try and garden with you sometimes.

♥ Opposites attract - it's such a cute dynamic. His classmates love hanging out with you, they think you're so cute. And oh my god are they obsessed with seeing Mondo so kind to you.

♥ When the two of you first met he was so loud that it scared you - you later learned it was because he was so attracted to you that he couldn't focus enough to act straight. He would get so flustered, and that translated into his voice being spontaneous.

♥ ^ You being so quiet made him nervous, he thought he'd scare you away.

♥ He's still surprised that you stick around him and that you prefer to be around him, that amazes him to this day.

♥ Your house is surrounded by plants and beautiful nature-like tapestries, he considers it one of the house chores to take care of them.

♥ You don't trust him to take care of the plants and he doesn't trust you to do his laundry so there's a fair trade going on there.

♥ If you want him to make his own section of the garden then boom, his corrupted ass basic beginner plants vs. your amazing ones.

♥ You also grow foods, which makes him the beta-tester.

♥ ^ He prefers to himself as patient 0.

♥ "Dig a hole for me real quick," you ask. He begins furiously digging in one place like a dog.

♥ Dirt on his pants just like yours. Aww matching dirty laundry <3.

♥ A shopping cart filled with gardening supplies next to his beers. No i'm just kidding, he steals lol.

♥ ^ Pulls bags of seeds out of his pockets every time you guys get home.

♥ You hum softly whenever you garden, and whenever he gardens he groans in frustration and huffs. "Stupid fucking flowers and their stupid fucking thorns".

♥ When the two of you first met, he made a comment like "a boy into gardening?", and you scrunched up your face, which was enough to break his heart. He still apologizes for that.

♥ ^ If anyone else makes a comment about it he's like "this is MY boyfriend and YES he's into girly things, you mind your fucking business!"

♥ ^ Thanks babe...

♥ Flowers are a go-to when it comes to gifts. He never thought he'd be the type to give people flowers (just kidding, he almost always resorts to stereotypical gifts when he doesn't know what to do to make you feel better after an altercation of any sorts).

♥ You take care of those flowers so kindly though. You have so many spare vases to put things in.

♥ He gets floral-style clothing for you (and he may or may not wear some of his own if he wants to make a date more romantic... he can't be a biker all the time no matter how much he leans on the aesthetic).

♥ Having a boyfriend who's into gardening is such a flex though he's like yeah I know... my boyfriend is more talented than your girlfriend could EVER be.

♥ ^ Oh your girlfriend is a model? Well my boyfriend is a gardener so fuck you.

[nostalgic-soda]

YES DUDE

Likeee ohhh I remember talking with @sunny6677 about Streber post-TT and the topic came to him lashing out at his friends and smth he says to Liv causes her to cry which makes Streber feel even worse because wow. He really just made one of his friends cry, didn't he?

And like uhhh, one of my headcanons is that Confi and Leon found Streber bc they were the ones trying to scare Bob, so I'm going to talk about them specifically on this

In my head Confi is definitely one of the ones struggling with the whole "you don't deserve to feel this way because it didn't happen to YOU", so if Streber said that to her she'd just full on breakdown, because in her head, he's RIGHT.

Now Leon... I can see him lashing out right back, honestly. They're all tired, they've all been trying to help, why can't Streber just man up and accept it? Streber is being irrational and Leon -- well he understands why, but it frustrates him.

And he'd feel hurt too. Leon is one of ones who thought he could have changed something if he had just been there. He's not as big as Blaz, but he's strong! Maybe he could have stopped Bob, or hell maybe even have kept him from leaving the haunted house and hurting other people if he had just known what he had done to Streber.

YES YE S YES OH MY GOD

As for the others, Liv probably just wants things to go back to normal. She’s always been one to tease and mess with Streber but. She can’t anymore. One wrong move and she’ll trigger him. She doesn’t want that. But she also hates walking on eggshells around him. She’s trying to be supportive as best she can but this whole thing is stressful. But she also knows the others are stressed too. And on one hand she can’t really blame them but on the other, Streber has gone through a lot. She just wants her friends to get along again.

Aria just wishes Streber would talk. She’s trying to be gentle but she knows she can’t do much if he refuses to accept help. She understands why he’s not but it saddens her. She tries her hardest to give him space to vent while also being respectful of his personal space but nothing works.

And Ethan? He’s just had enough.

(If I do make this a fanfic I’m definitely writing a massive argument scene between Streber and Ethan specifically)

[betouma]

hai... it's velvet (beyuwol & bejaeyoung) again. LMAO. who would've thought! today i'm here with asakura touma, a rather impulsive app... even though he's been in my head for weeks... so as you can tell i'm woefully underprepared but i'm happy to introduce you to him!

under the cut is a short rundown of his background and some plot/connection ideas! here is his profile (the only presentable page lmao). please LIKE THIS POST if you'd like me to slide into your ims. i also have discord/twitter upon request (and i'm definitely better at responding there... for the most part).

background

born in osaka, japan

has a messy family, grew up listening to a lot of fighting between his parents so he learned to take care of himself so he doesn't bother his already busy & stressed parents

eventually his parents divorced when he was in middle school, and he moved with his mother. his mother remarried, and touma now has a step brother who is significantly younger

unfortunately, his mother and his step-father also fight. but this time, not wanting his brother to go through what he did, ended up being the peacekeeper and the mediator. he learned how to analyze/observe his parents behaviours and traits and tries to get ahead before things blow up out of proportion (they start yelling at him too, it gets really bad every month, and he learns to tune it out somehow)

was always an artistic kid, he started graffiti art as a way to vent his frustrations because he has nowhere else to dump then. he ended up connecting with music for that same reason too

he can play the bass and the drums, was in a band in school for a while just for fun

loves dancing, fell in love with choreographing in general. he thinks it's a beautiful way to express yourself, he would make up random dances to trending songs that he can do with his brother

his mother and step-father started relying too much on him to communicate and the stress is becoming a lot to bear. graduation rolls around and they were too busy arguing with each other to come to the ceremony

he finally wants out, and he enrolls in a university in korea. his mother is hesitant at first because he'd be staying with his biological father who moved to korea, but she relents when he mentions that he got a scholarship

it still kills him to leave his brother though, and he doesn't want to but he feels like he'll start losing himself the longer he stays

ironically, he decides to major in psychology

also became a freelance dog walker bc to him that's his free therapy

plots/connections

friends from japan! he'd be happy to see people from back home. he's always welcoming and it's easy to talk to him, so he'd also approach anyone simply because of this one thing they share

someone for him to take care of that reminds him of his younger brother

maybe he... walks your dog sometimes! touma thinks he does a good job at it, but maybe your dog got scared of something that's out of his control and now it won't leave his house

inevitable... exes. someone that came from japan, or a summer roamnce when your muse was in japan, that he ended up meeting here too. he's also been here since at least 2-3 years ago, so a more recent ex can work too! he can be dense and 'too friendly', might've acted more like a friend than a partner. would've coddled instead of treating his partner like a proper equal because he's not used to being taken care of instead lol

dancing friends! someone he would dance with, share choreos with, film tiktoks with... things like that

someone who scared him when he was doing graffiti art somewhere and in reflex he sprayed you with his paint... woops

uni friends, fellow artistic friends, friends who can teach him how to sing, composing friends that he thinks are inspirational

an almost fwb situation except he thought he was genuinely going to your home to see your pet and to eat actual ramyeon. he did not get the hint!

someone who noticed that he gets a little too involved when there's an argument happening around him which is... a bit! worrying! maybe!

someone that can use a 'therapist friend' except he's actually a psych major and it kind of just happens

anything and everything! i love talking about dynamics and whatnot B)

[whoslaurapalmer]

i really should keep a diary regularly again but i am not and i like validation so you're all fucking stuck with me!!!!!

-sometimes i am like 'this is fine!! we're fine!!!!!' and it's average! and sometimes i am like 'aaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA' because everything is still happening!!! we're fine but it's happening!!!!!!!!!!!! my mom is getting chemo and it's a thing that's for sure fucking happening in my life!!!!!!!!

-they're pretty confident that she should not be sick from it. but this is a very intense phobia of mine so that's. a thing. in my head somewhere

-it's tough when you have 1) sinus issues 2) a breathing tic that involves sniffing/big inhale/a sigh, depending on the moment 3) developed severe anxiety with breathing last year that you are painstakingly working through 4) CRY A LOT 5) are not as active as you were between anxiety and three or however many years of a pandemic it's been by now

-sometimes i literally just cry because i keep going 'you're okay!!! everything's okay!!!!'

-idk about that one chief

-i feel a lot like i am breathing too fast or not enough and need to remind myself that i can breathe but it's!!!!!!!!!!!!! hard. and i'm a lot better than i was earlier in the year but it's still. hard.

-sometimes i wake up and within like a minute all the anxiety just drops back down on top of me and i hate that a lot :(

-but i get to see an ENT on wednesday and my neurologist appointment is FINALLY next week! and hopefully. that should work out.

-i always get scared doctors won't like me or will say 'well i don't see the problem what do you want me to do' and it's not like. they've ever said that before but some doctors certainly haven't liked me and i get :(

-like!!! you don't forget when you were a kid and a doctor didn't like you or thought you were difficult. even if it was only like once or twice. you still remember. or i always do

-i miss taking not otc sinus medication bc when i was younger i didn't have big sinus problems!!!! just sinus infections twice a year but that was because. i was In School

-sometimes i really really miss my dad. just to have somebody else in the house who can adult. who can take care of me and my mom so we don't have to take care of each other.

-he wasn't perfect and i think as i got older we wouldn't have gotten along. very well. but he was my dad and he loved me and he loved my mom and i miss him being here a lot because there'd just be somebody else

-and he loved to laugh and at least he'd make me laugh :(

-i don't think i ever really really let myself be upset about losing my dad when i was a teenager

-he had a handkerchief i loved when i was a kid and i carry it with me a lot and the funny thing is it's a fucking. bud light handkerchief???? but it has spuds mackenzie on it and when i was a kid all i saw was cute dog!!!!

-it's held up very well for yknow. being from the 80s.

-a lot of the time i just want Somebody Else being the one to tell me i'm okay and everything is gonna be okay. i mean it's still gonna make me cry to hear it bc i cry when people are nice but it's nice to hear it from just somebody else. Somebody Else who just!!!! knows better than i do!!!!!! knows everything better than me!!!!!!!

-i feel like i do therapy wrong bc i still cry a lot and i feel like i don't explain how upset i get right or what i feel like

-i like my therapist fine i guess but we have only had like!!! idk six sessions or something???? if that??? and that's not a lot in the grand scheme of therapy!!!!!!

-i want to get to the root of my anxiety, mariann!!!!! not just think of things to do about it!!!!! i want to talk about all the stupid shit i don't let go of!!!!!!!!

-I WANT TO MAKE A GOAL LIST, MARIANN, WHICH I FEEL LIKE WE SHOULD'VE ALREADY ADDRESSED IN LIKE THE FIRST OR SECOND SESSION

-anyway i see her tomorrow but sometimes i autopilot and i don't say the right things during an appointment and i feel like i do everything wrong :(

-and i love my psychiatrist but i hate that he's out of network and expensive and can only see me once a month :(

-he did prescribe prozac (and greatly emphasized 'lulu. you don't have to take it. you can fill the prescription and keep it on the table and just look at it. it's okay.') but i am not particularly enthused about 1) the adjustment period (like. oh very obviously from the top of this post i CANNOT at ALL handle one of the side effects even for any length of time.) (i don't actually typically GET medication side effects but i'm still not fucking chancing it on THAT) 2) the idea that it might not work and i would have to change doses or medication and do the adjustment AGAIN 3) the idea that eventually that could stop working!!!!!!!!!

-LIKE ISN'T THAT JUST COUNTERINTUITIVE?????? TO THE WHOLE ENTIRE DAMN THING?????????

-i also don't know if i can swallow it. it's not terribly big but. it's bigger than i wanted it to be

-anyway. big switch comes this week and i am. very excited. and my mom and my brother are too!!! and that's something to look forward to.

[checkers-dance]

checkers i had the most bizarre kpop related dream last night. so me and chan from stray kids were at my house hanging out. he showed me a song he'd been working on i think and i very vaguely remember how it sounded like. it sounded weird but good weird, not nct weird. i also remember telling him abt my mx hyperfixation 💀 and he was like ay, yeah i like them too :). basically i think we were friends in my dream and we were just chilling. so at some point we're about to leave my house and this is when the dream gets REALLY weird. so my sister's house is literally right outside mine so i look at her roof and i see this like. humanoid figure standing on top of it. it looked kinda femenine and was completely white except for the lips and eyes which were pitch black and it was staring at us. i immediately get really freaked out and suddenly i start to realize that i'm having a dream, and i get even more scared because i realize that by the way its going its going to turn into a nightmare. so i immediately start trying to force myself awake, and chan is looking at me very strangely, because i'm obviously panicking and he's like "hey what's wrong?"

so this is weird, but i know that to an extent my brain is capable of working alongside me to help me stop nightmares, sometimes even without me being aware of it, because it has happened to me before. it's very weird and idk how to explain it, but because i know chan isn't real and is just an extension of my thoughts, and clearly chan isn't a hostile figure in my dream, maybe i can get him to help me wake up. i'm very panicked at this point of the dream because the figure is still staring at us and i'm trying to explain to chan that i'm dreaming and that i need him to help me wake up. but instead the dream turns completely white, it's like i'm in a void, and in chan's place there's now this humanoid shadow. everything looks very blurry and in part it's because i'm not entirely asleep, but i still can't manage to wake up and the shadow thing is grabbing me. i can't move or run away, but i know that when i'm in nightmares like this, getting my eyes to open is usually the first step so i focus all my energy on that.

i wake up. i'm in my parents room and i can't move. i don't know if you've ever had sleep paralysis, but that's what this was. i couldn't move my limbs, but usually i can break out of it after a few seconds, and i do manage to move but barely and my eyes keep closing against my will, but i'm trying so hard to not fall back asleep because i know if that happens the nightmare is just gonna get worse.

and then i wake up for real, and i look around and feel confused because i thought i already was awake? why am i not in my parent's room? what the fuck happened.

anyway. very intense and weird dream.

Oh nooooooo, that took such a dark turn. Poor chan got turned into nightmare fuel by ur brain...At least the initial chan part was nice. It's so funny bc he IS actually a fan of monsta x (I think stray kids have said they look up to mx?). Also crying, "if nct was good" is exactly the niche stray kids carved out for themselves

[searxws]

ETERNAL FLAME

song: eternal flame by the bangles

―request from @gpiggy98 ( i really hope this met your expectations! as i said i had to make a few adjustments, thanks for being so understanding! <3 )

―pairing: jason carver x fem!reader

―warnings: slight angst, lowercase intended, swearing, jason (as usual) is understanding in this, im gonna have chrissy not exist in this just so theres a reason for jason to be out and not highly distressed.

―summary: after spending the night at the wheelers house, y/n decides she needs to clear her mind with a walk, but who does she run into, and can he help her before it's too late.

―authors words: kinda felt goofy writing abt nancy bc i watched yes god yes for the third time while making this. very good movie tho i def recommend it! also i feel like i write too many of these "man comes and saves y/n from vecna with a song" fics, i need to branch out. so if you request one of this type i probably wont write it right away.

―word count: 1.1k

a breeze tugged through her hair as she made her way down the street. she had become stressed moments prior, eventually deciding to step out of the heated conversation. she was sure it was probably still taking place. her friends had been arguing about what was best to do to protect herself and max. it was blatantly stressing her out.

she sauntered down the street, thinking of the vision she'd had the day prior. she really should've had her headphones on, but the sound of nature was helping her to calm down. however, moments later she bumped into something, or someone.

"hey- watch where you're going!" the figure said. y/n instantly recognized his voice. jason.

"jeez. sorry." she said, she wasn't looking for a bicker at the moment.

"oh, y/n. wait whats up with you? usually you'd yell back at me.." wow okay, straight to the point, y/n thought.

"i'm not in the mood, jay." y/n responded. jason could tell something was up with her, as much as he teased her and bickered with her, he cared for her deeply.

"what happened? are you doing alright?" the boy asked genuinely.

"theres just, a lot going on." she mumbled back. she knew the group of steve, robin, nancy, and the kids was probably looking for her by now. that didn't mean she cared. she wished she cold just get away from the stress of hawkins, but she knew she had to stay, and fight.

"well what is it? you know you can talk to me, giggles." jason said. the nickname made y/n smile slightly, but her euphoria quickly faded when she remembered why she'd been sad.

"i really can't say, i'm sorry." she said.

"wha- why not?" jason asked, obviously confused. hadn't he just told her she could tell him anything?

"it's just.. uhm i.." she stuttered, trying to find an excuse why she couldn't tell him.

"y/n?!?" she heard her name being called several times. before she could think about what was happening, there was a sudden declining shift in the temperature around her.

<third person real world pov>

"y/n!" said steve as he finally reached her, the rest of the group trailing behind him. if you asked anyone in the group, they would've said they were puzzled to say the least, when they saw jason, worried and disoriented in front of her.

"jason?" asked nancy.

"uhm hi. do any of you have a clue why her eyes just went white?" jason asked. he'd earlier become confused when y/n's arms dropped to her sides. along with that came a pale complexion and completely white eyes.

"shit- what?" said robin, now moving to see the from of the girls body. as expected, she was pale. the sight made robins eyes go wide, that caused the rest of the group to move in front of the girl, which THEN caused jason to be pushed to the back of the small crowd.

"uhhh, hey guys..? whats going on? you're scaring me.." jason asked, almost timidly.

"steve! run back to my place and get her walkman! the tape should be in it!" nancy demanded. with that, steve ran as fast as he could down maple street. hopefully fast enough to save the life of his best friend.

<third person vision pov>

y/n could feel herself being dragged across rocks and dirt. the air around her was blood red. the vines wrapped around her ankles were laced with thorns, which she knew would probably leave a scar.

finally, she was pinned against a tall rock. her eyes met vecna's dark ones. growling and screeching could be heard around the dimension.

"y/n... it's time. you know what's coming.." said vecna. the deep town of his voice made her want to curl up and cry. her only response was a slight shake of the head. small weeps escape the aperture of her lips.

a sharp nailed hand was raised to her face. she was very aware of what that caused her conscious body to do. she did her best to break out of the vines grasping her hands, but she was very low on hope.

<third person real world pov>

"whats going on?" jason asked frantically as y/n's body was lifted off the ground. steve had soon returned and was now jumping to try and reach y/n's head.

"vecna's curse, same thing that happened to fred." nancy said abruptly. jason was beyond scared. had they been telling the truth the whole time? was there really demons under hawkins? he couldn't risk it, not with his best friends life on the line.

"stop! let me." he said, realizing he was taller than steve and could complete the task. he jumped slightly, placing the headphones over her ears. he pressed play on the walkman and tucked the player into the waistband of her baggy jeans. silently, the entire group prayed she would make it down safely.

<third person vision pov>

just as she felt the life fading from her, she heard a sudden voice. it was feminine, and it drew vecna's attention away from her. his grip faltered slightly and she was able to slip her arms through the vines. she grabbed a rock and reached up to slit vecna's neck. when he grunted and let her go, she realized what she was hearing.

"am i only dreaming? or is this burning an eternal flame?"

yes! she thought in victory. the group had gotten to her in time, she could still get out. with that knowledge, she made a break and started to sprint towards the rip in time, through which she could see her companions.

"say my name, sun shines through the rain, a whole life so lonely,"

she jumped through puddles and ran around rocks.

"and then come and ease the pain, i don't want to lose this feeling, oh."

she dodged every obstacle that vecna threw at her, falling several times. she wouldn't give up determination.

the previous verse repeated itself as she reached the rip. right as she reached it, everything went black.

<third person real world pov>

"be ready to catch!" said steve. jason promptly positioned himself, ready to catch her, or at the very least be there to hold her when she fell

as if on cue, her body descended from space. jason wasn't there to catch her, but you better guess he was first there to hold her and stroke her hair as she sobbed into him.

all anyone could do was hold her or rub a limb while she sobbed. jason pressed a chaste kiss do her head, showing his affection for her the best she could. it was as if a telepathic connection told each of them what the look in the others eyes meant. jason stared at her with fear, but adoration. y/n stared at him with gratitude and love. they knew what the other was thinking, but dismissed it for another time.

y/n only needed to be held by jason, if not for eternity, then just for a moment.

eee. i hope you guys enjoyed!! <3

[alohajun]

♡ TREASURE’S REACTIONS WHEN YOU CALL THEM BY THEIR FULL NAME

treasure x reader | wc : 3.5k words | content : possible grammar and spelling mistakes, lowercase intended, fluff, crack (mostly me being a crackhead with my sidenotes tbh) | requested : i really enjoyed your writing honestly. it's well written and portrayed nicely, i love it. i wonder, can i request treasure reaction when their s/o call them by their real name instead of their pet name. thank you so much and, i love youuuu! <3

CHOI HYUNSUK

🐷 gosh, he's gonna be so surprised when you call him by his name

🐷 bc he's so used to you calling him by a nickname, that he momentarily may have forgotten that you could actually call him by his real name too

🐷 "hyunsuk." you'd call out as you struggled to carry the grocery bags from the front of your house

🐷 there were a lot of strangers walking through the hallways of your apartment, so it didn't seem ideal to call hyunsuk by his usual nickname — which was why you called him by his name

🐷 yk that surprised face + adorable smile + scared giggle thing he does? he's gonna have that look on his face bc he's not sure why you called him

🐷 were you pissed and using his name? or were you just trying to use his name more often?

🐷 "what did i do?" he'd ask, maintaining quite the distance between the two of you

🐷 you'd look up to see him far away, and would wonder why he behaved that way

🐷 "it's what you are not doing, oppa. help me out here." you'd laugh, shaking your head at the weird way hyunsuk was behaving

🐷 "oh."

🐷 he's gonna feel a bit more relieved now that you called him oppa, bc now he knows it might've just been a slip-up or something

🐷 phew, bc manz thought he had to move to mexico and change his name to luis

PARK JIHOON

🐼 as usual, jihoon was annoying mashiho by acting all cute and lovey-dovey with him

🐼 you were enjoying this interaction ... until mashiho came to you to save him

🐼 he hid behind you, using you as a shield as jihoon came over to you

🐼 "y/n, please save me."

🐼 "from jihoon? who do you think i am? hulk?"

🐼 regardless, you tried your best, simply standing still as jihoon tried to get through you

🐼 it was fine in the beginning, but jihoon soon changed his strategy, poking your sides until you gave in and moved away

🐼 but you couldn't do that ... because mashiho was depending on you

🐼 after sustaining a lot of pokes, you got slightly ticked off, sighing as you grumbled. "park jihoon!"

🐼 his full name falling out of your lips just flipped something in him, bc the man who was all eye-smiles and chuckles suddenly smirked with an amused look in his eyes

🐼 "yes, that is my name, babe. don't overuse it." he winked at you, and usually you would either be flustered or reply with a comeback of your own ... if it wasn't for the realisation

🐼 mashiho wasn't jihoon's prey anymore. you were ... and you were the one who dug your own grave

🐼 i promise to pray for you bc you are gonna need all the prayers you can get

KANEMOTO YOSHINORI

🐯 it was the holidays, and you had no way of taking your dog with you back home

🐯 yoshi, being the nice guy he is, offered to stay at your place while you were gone — both house-sitting and dog-sitting for you

🐯 since you trusted the man with your life, you let him stay over, going to your hometown and coming back after a week

🐯 entering the house, you were startled at the sudden burst of color you saw running towards you

🐯 "YOSHINORI!" you'd scream, too shocked at the sight in front of you to even take another step into your own house

🐯 yoshi would tightly shut his eyes in his place, taking a deep breath and sucking it in before walking out from your room, a wary smile on his face

🐯 you'd hear giggles and chuckles from around the house, and soon, you saw the maknae line of treasure just appear from places around your house

🐯 "what has angered you, angel?" yoshi would ask, pretending not to see the problem you were seeing, smiling as he hoped it would make you feel — even slightly — less pissed

🐯 "oh, nothing much, it's just — WHY TF IS MY DOG BRIGHT BLUE, YOSHI?!"

🐯 you were truly pissed, and the actual pranksters (aka the maknae line) were shaking in their places, not knowing you were going to be really mad

🐯 and yoshi noticed this ... so he took one for the team and took the blame for himself

🐯 sigh if only he could do it well

🐯 "bright blue? where, y/n?"

🐯 "kanemoto yoshinori, don't fooking test me at a time like this. with the mixture of caffeine and jetlag in me, i can rip you limb for limb."

🐯 in the name of the father, son and holy ghost. heads, shoulders, knees and toes, let's all pray for yoshinori and have some cheerios. hey macarena.

KIM JUNKYU

🐨 "kim junkyu!"

🐨 big baby froze as soon as he heard you call his name — literally another hyunsuk who thinks he might have to pack his bags and move countries

🐨 you called it another few times before looking confused bc where was kim junkyu?!

🐨 you'd go upstairs searching for him and you'd find him standing next to the doorway, peeking out

🐨 he couldn't see you from where you were standing, but you saw everything

🐨 junkyu was weird on certain days, but this kind of weird really concerned you

🐨 "babe, what are you doing?" you asked, unable to hold back your laughter as you giggled, finding his antics funny

🐨 he'd maintain a big gap between the two of you, looking at you skeptically bc he was confused at the way you behaved

🐨 "you used my full name, that means danger." he'd explain, and you shook your head, covering your mouth as you cackled like an evil villain

🐨 "gosh, don't be so serious. there was a package with your name, so i just called you kim junkyu. why do you think it's something wrong?"

🐨 immediately gets a smile on his face and skips to you, wrapping you in a hug as he placed a kiss on your forehead

🐨 "well, in that case, everything is alright."

TAKATA MASHIHO

🐹 you woke up from your nap, greeting mashiho softly as you walked into the bathroom, getting ready for a presentation you were gonna have

🐹 everything was going fine until you were washing off the shampoo in your hair

🐹 EVERYTHING WAS RED

🐹 you couldn't scream bc of the initial shock of wtf was happening — but you were smart enough to know it definitely wasn't blood

🐹 you looked at your hands and saw them completely dyed red, and you immediately pulled away the shower curtains to look at the mirror, seeing your hair was now as red as your hands

🐹 curse your habit of lathering shampoo in your hair as you sang any two kpop songs bc the dye was stuck since you kept it on for a while

🐹 you did what you could, scrubbing your hair and hands, but only the color in your hands seemed to lighten, not your hair

🐹 curse you for dying your hair blonde bc you wanted to try something new now the red dye was stuck well

🐹 and curse your shampoo for naturally being red so you didn't suspect a thing

🐹 only one name came into your head at this evil plan so you called your boyfriend, trying to confirm your suspicion

🐹 "shiho, did jihoon come over?"

🐹 "yes, and i am still here!" jihoon called out, looking at mashiho in confusion as the younger doubled over in laughter bc the elder had zero idea of what happened

🐹 you'd change quickly and rushed out of the bathroom, readying yourself to strangle the shit out of jihoon

🐹 "jihoon, i have a presentation in four hours! how am i going to turn on my camera looking like this?!"

🐹 you'd turn towards mashiho who was struggling to contain his laugh when you were close to tears bc you really wanted to appear professional

🐹 "TAKATA MASHIHO! STOP LAUGHING! MY HAIR IS RED!"

🐹 he'd fear his life, but he couldn't help but laugh bc you had everything wrong

🐹 jihoon wasn't the one who switched your shampoo, it was mashiho

🐹 "it's not red, y/n. it's a flaming apple cherry blossom fuchsia fusion."

🐹 wtf was that even supposed to mean? i miss the days where hair dyes were simply named by color

🐹 "okay, that's it. i'm coming for your neck, mashiho."

YOON JAEHYUK

🦁 jaehyuk got a week off for the lunar new year and he was excited

🦁 no vocal training, no dancing practices — absolutely no going to the company

🦁 he was happy about spending the lunar new year with you, since both your families were a bit too far away to go visit

🦁 we all know that jaehyuk is a bit affectionate on a normal day

🦁 BUT WHEN HE'S ELATED? extra touchy and lovable

🦁 he was clinging onto you like a koala and at first, it literally warmed your heart and you were a human puddle at his touch

🦁 but six hours with the man, and he only let go of your hand when you had to go to the washroom

🦁 the two of you were watching a movie, but you could feel his eyes on you — even though you sat between his legs

🦁 to annoy you a little, he kept blowing on your neck, knowing well that you were ticklish there

🦁 "ah, yoon jaehyuk!" you'd grumble, pouting as you turned around to face him, wanting to lecture him about the way he was touchier than usual

🦁 jaehyuk would absolutely find you adorable. a wide smile coming on his face as he saw the way you looked at him

🦁 "don't be like that, you are creating a gap in our relationship." he'd joke, making you laugh bc that was a dramatic sentence — just bc you used his full name instead of a nickname

🦁 he'd let go of you now tho, bc he knows no one likes it when a person is too clingy

🦁 you'd feel a tad bit bad and would make up for it by initiating a cuddle session later, tho

🦁 "tbh, i kinda like it when you call me by my full name."

HAMADA ASAHI

🤖 asahi and you were childhood besties, and somehow you guys evolved into the lovers stage

🤖 what the actual fuck did i just say? evolve ?? jisoos i need some sleep

🤖 ever since the two of you were small, you called asahi 'hi-kun' bc your little self always stumbled over your words trying to say 'asahi-kun' and the name just stuck and you almost forgot what his actual name — just used to calling him 'hi-kun' all the time

🤖 you two were having a reading date, but you got bored and scrolled on the internet instead which brought you to a post about the treasure members, and you saw the name 'hamada asahi' which literally flipped a switch in you

🤖 it was like a sudden meteorite of realization crashing into you and reminding you what his actual name was, contrary to the 'hi-kun' you always call him

🤖 you just sat there, smiling like an idiot bc you really thought that asahi was a pretty name

🤖 as pretty as asahi himself

🤖 "asahi. hamada asahi. asahi hamada." you'd call out softly, watching as your boyfriend turn to you, scrunching his face in confusion as he wondered why you were calling him

🤖 "yes, my love?" JUST END ME ALREADY JISOOS

🤖 "nothing, i wanted to say your name. it's really beautiful." you'd honestly say, and a warm smile came on asahi's face, just thinking to himself how lucky he was to have you in his life

🤖 "not as beautiful as you though, my love." OKAY BYE IM DECEASED

BANG YEDAM

🦊 one job — you gave yedam ONE JOB, and he messed up

🦊 boy is so talented in many areas, maybe it was your fault for assuming he could do the laundry flawlessly too

🦊 "BANG YEDAM!"

🦊 mr bang was scared, but not scared shitless kinda scared

🦊 after all, i think it's an universal sign that if anyone calls you by your full name, then it means you are screwed

🦊 tbh, i still get scared when my teachers call my name for attendance — no matter how much i prepare myself — it's the anxiety brosephs

🦊 yedam would know exactly why his name was being called, bc he knew what he did wrong

🦊 and he's a man who owns up to his mistakes love ya for that yedami you do you kiddo

🦊 seeing you fuming head to toe, ngl manz is a little scared, "i feel your anger on so many levels, y/n, but let's handle this differently."

🦊 one glare from you and he'd shut himself up, taking a seat on the sofa as he awaited his punishment bc he knew — then and there — he was done for

🦊 "all my white shirts are pink, yedam! how are you gonna handle this differently?"

🦊 "i'll ... buy you new ones ???"

🦊 ok you were still pissed, but he had a fair point, so you stopped at that

🦊 now just shut up and go shopping with bang yedam

KIM DOYOUNG

🐰 "kim doyoung! come here quickly!"

🐰 surprised bunny boy bc you rarely call him by his full name

🐰 he'd go over a list in his head, checking if he had done anything wrong to get in trouble

🐰 bc if that was the case, then he was straight up jumping from his window and running away to some place safe from the wrath you'd unleash on him

🐰 y/n already forgave me for the mayonnaise incident. and the treadmill incident, too. did y/n walk in to another prank of mine? was it the garlic one? nah, jeongwoo fell for that. oh shoot, is it the water tap? no, jihoon hyung fell for that — shit, the ketchup

🐰 doyoung would spend almost ten minutes sitting on his bed, wondering wtf he did wrong so he could prepare himself an excuse

🐰 you'd wonder why he wasn't coming and would go to his room, checking if your boyfriend was doing alright

🐰 "babe, what are you–" doyoung would jump from his bed at your presence, startling you as well

🐰 "whatever it was, blame — wait, what did you just call me?" he'd furrow his brows, confused bc he thought you were mad, but then you called him 'babe' wtf was happening

🐰 were you still pissed? is babe said lovingly? or angrily? boy had so many questions running in his brain bc you were so hard to decipher at times

🐰 "babe?" you'd raise your brows, looking at him weirdly. "what were you gonna say?"

🐰 "what it was, blame hyunsuk hyung." doyoung would blurt randomly, still quite skeptical of whether he was in trouble

🐰 "i brought ice-cream for you boys and was calling you to come eat, idiot."

🐰 a smile would come on his face bc he was relieved, and he'd practically skip to the table to get his ice-cream

🐰 everything was going fine until you wanted some strawberry syrup on your ice-cream

🐰 strawberry syrup that really wasn't strawberry syrup but actually ketchup

🐰 "KIM DOYOUNG!" doyoung would look as his name was called, eyes widening as he saw the bottle of strawberry syrup in your hands

🐰 yep, you were definitely pissed this time ... and he was screwed

WATANABE HARUTO

🦙 "haru, i think i'll head back to the dorms, i'm hungry." you commented as you stood from the sofa, stretching your limbs in the process

🦙 haruto was working on a new song and you had been with him in the studio for the past three hours

🦙 "hm, stay safe. i'll come in a bit." he'd say, pulling his gaze away from the computer screen to look at you with a soft smile

🦙 unable to control yourself, you placed a quick kiss on his lips, giggling when he pulled your arm, going in for a deeper kiss before you went

🦙 arriving at the dorms, you got started on making lunch for the two of you, prepping a good meal to the best of your abilities

🦙 by the time you finished cooking, an hour and a half had already passed, but haruto still hadn't come back

🦙 you sent him a text, asking his whereabouts before calling him fifteen minutes later when he didn't reply

🦙 calls after calls were made, but haruto didn't pick them up, and you wondered if the male had silenced his phone to avoid getting disturbed

🦙 another fifty calls later, you angrily sighed, wearing your shoes as you went back to the company, your phone in your ear as you called your boyfriend again

🦙 finally, he picks up. "oh, babe, i'm sorry, i got–"

🦙 "watanabe haruto. if you don't come home within the next fifteen minutes, so help me–"

🦙 "no, no, stop there. i'm coming home now."

🦙 you heard him frantically grab his things, rushing out the door at the way you sounded

🦙 he wasn't terrified at you suddenly using his full name — just worried that he might've pissed you off

🦙 you sounded quite serious, and he felt bad for making you feel that way, so on the way back home, he'd come up with many plans to make you feel better

🦙 count on haruto to hug you as soon as you open the door for him, placing kisses all over your face to distract you

🦙 and ofc, you were distracted ... after all; it was watanabe haruto

PARK JEONGWOO

🐺 you had made a wonderful discovery

🐺 you just found out that jeongwoo hated being called by his full name ... and you had seen the way he reacted whenever anyone did

🐺 jeongwoo was a mischievous little kid, and that resulted in his parents calling him by his full name whenever he was in trouble, so that kinda stuck as he grew

🐺 so calling jeongwoo's full name = surprised, flustered and scared jeongwoo bc he thinks he's in trouble

🐺 now with this discovery, it was quite clear what you should do

🐺 if you guessed 'calling him by his full name 24/7', then you are right

🐺 ofc, you weren't just going to blurt it continuously ... oh, no, you were a quite calculated person

🐺 taking into consideration the atmosphere and how zoned out jeongwoo was, you startled him by shouting his name, catching him off-guard

🐺 but he soon caught onto what you were trying to do — bc he's a genius, duh

🐺 "PARK JEONGWOO!"

🐺 "STOP USING MY FULL NAME, IT FEELS WEIRD!"

🐺 you'd simply raise your brows, chanting his name over and over, just to annoy him

🐺 no one would really try to stop you bc everyone has been annoyed by jeongwoo, so it was fun to see him being the one getting annoyed

🐺 "i will use your full name all i want, no one can stop me."

SO JUNGHWAN

🐮 tbh, you never really called junghwan by his name — simply bc you didn't know that his full name was so junghwan

🐮 you thought his full name was jung hwan, and sure that was a mistake on your part, but it was a mistake junghwan didn't want to correct

🐮 you always called him 'hwan' and 'hwanie' so even the 'jung' part was never included

🐮 that was until one day you saw some post about treasure and saw 'so junghwan' instead of 'jung hwan'

🐮 you questioned your boyfriend about it and he shyly explained it to you, assuring you it was nothing wrong when you went red in embarrassment

🐮 "argh, i can't believe i didn't know your name was so junghwan!" you'd grumble, but junghwan would find you absolutely cute, smiling like an idiot as he looked at you

🐮 "i like the way you say my name, y/n. i should've corrected you long time back." he'd simply hold your hands and smile. "could you say my name again?"

🐮 "s-so j-junghwan." you'd stammer, covering your face as you felt embarrassed, unable to believe your utter stupidity

🐮 it was just a moment of childish happiness for him; hearing you call him by his full name

🐮 super king cow baby felt pure happiness and joy, giggling as you repeated his name over and over, changing your voices and tones to make him laugh

🐮 "ah, junghwanie is the best! so junghwan, fighting!"

🐮 "ah, i love you, y/n."

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[attourney-at-lycan]

I think Malachi sometimes loses feelings in his fingers, or limbs, or entire body, as like an after effect of being a ghost for so long

I also think he's always very cold bodily

I also think he has a slight panic response if he's in a snowy area for too long

I also think that sometimes the tips of his fingers and sometimes entire fingers go partially translucent

I also think he still has his magics but he was too scared he'd be abandoned or would die again if he said he did

I also think his magics are more based on emotions he feels then other people feel. Like a forced empathy thing. If he's scared he can make other people scared & see what makes other people scared. If he's happy he can do the same with happy feelings and what makes other people happy.

I also think he's scared of his own magics which is why fear comes so easy to him

I also think he has abandonment issues

I also think he age regresses as a coping mechanism

I also think he's distrustful of Aphmau when she comes back from the Irene dimension bc she had abandoned him and Levin. Whether she had meant to or not

I think after Aphmau comes back from the Irene dimension he has difficulty trusting any promises she makes because she couldn't keep the promise she made before the Battle at Phoenix Drop

I also think he and Levin were codependent for a long while

I also think that he should've had his own house or at least his own room by the time Aphmau comes back from the Irene dimension

I also think he Parentified himself because Aphmau told him that he Had to take care of Levin while she was gone and he felt like somehow he had messed up and thats why she didn't come back

I think he has difficulty trusting adults

I think he sees Dante as a sort of Father figure

I think he has ptsd

I think he has nightmares more often then naught

I think he doesn't dream much

I think that most of his nightmares are flashbacks along with run of the mill nightmares

I have more thoughts

i had to get my laptop for this oh my god okay.

sleepy big brain time lets fuckin gooo THESE ARE SO GOOD I LOVE THESE SM

im gna cherry pick my favorite hcs bc i literally wanted to talk about malachi for the longest time and my 100mph brain is unable to organize them. so i hope u dont mind!!

Malachi sometimes loses feelings in his fingers, or limbs, or entire body, as like an after effect of being a ghost for so long / he's always very cold bodily / sometimes the tips of his fingers and sometimes entire fingers go partially translucent

i love this so much. LEGIT. it's bothered me sm that he suddenly becomes a human and that's that? like is that it? no side effects or anything? in mcd there only seems to be consequences to magic when it is convenient to the plot and i want to change that. i love these hcs so much bc they give him setbacks that dont seem too much but can heavily affect him.

i feel like these symptoms do get worse the more stressed he is. just imagine him being extremely stressed and levin points out "malachi? you okay?" "huh? yeah why?" levin points at his hand that's slowly turning translucent and it's just. the total fear just fucking hits him, oh my god im turning into a ghost again, and that fear kicks in just makes it absolutely worse. he starts to feel colder, his emotions are out of wack so levin is just as fucking terrified, he starts to lose feeling of his limbs, it's just a chaotic and terrifying moment for anyone around and FUCK. FUCKING FUCK. im gna cry oh god.

he Parentified himself because Aphmau told him that he Had to take care of Levin while she was gone and he felt like somehow he had messed up and thats why she didn't come back / has difficulty trusting adults / he's distrustful of Aphmau when she comes back from the Irene dimension bc she had abandoned him and Levin. Whether she had meant to or not / after Aphmau comes back from the Irene dimension he has difficulty trusting any promises she makes because she couldn't keep the promise she made before the Battle at Phoenix Drop

THIS IS WHAT IM SAYING!!!!! i feel like this was what jess wanted to go for, but couldn't w/o making aphmau look bad to preteens bc i sure as hell did not like levin being mature calling her aphmau at the age i was what. however, now that im a bit more grown up i just hhhh wish this was a thing!!!!!!!!

malachi feeling like he has to take charge because that's what their mom told them to do before disappearing is one of the biggest reasons why he is the way he is? i feel like when aphmau disappeared, he felt like he had to take care of levin, that he had to grow up because he's lived for hundreds of years, to suck it up because if he wanted to stay a human and not be abandoned by levin and zoey he had to grow up? he probably rationalized in his brain that it doesn't matter, he's lived for a long while, he's practically an adult now! i feel like even when aphmau was around, he still felt the need to be 'mature' so that aphmau and everyone around him can like him.

god and then i feel like.. malachi has mixed feelings when aphmau comes back. there's so much shit he's feeling right now. is it happiness bc their mother finally returned? is it anger because how dare she leave them? or fear because what if he didnt take care of levin well enough? what if she doesn't like the way levin grew up?

malachi to me, is someone who gagues his self worth on the things he accomplishes and his failure. and that's THATS WHAT I'VE BEEN TRYING TO WRITE- HE'S

UGH HE'S SO

SLEEPY IM SO SORRY IF IT LOOKS LIKE IM TRYING TO STEAL THUNDER I JUST STARTED TO RAMBLE AND YUFGWEYFWYET

BUT genuinely though? this is one of my favorite mcd character hc list so far IT

ITS SO GOOD.

[babybluebex]

modern!andrea marowski headcanons

a/n ↠ listen i need a soft boyfriend rn so have these (also, i wrote these in the aftermath of getting t-boned by a ford truck so,,, am not lucid)

first things first: he would make you HELLA spotify playlists

some are songs that make him think of you, some are obscure violin pieces bc he is a Prodigy™, and then the lone ABBA song every so often bc duh

(andrea loves ABBA and he is unashamed)

if he took you out to eat, he'd share his milkshake with you

get two straws and share it uwu

he'd also keep an extra jumper in his car bc if you ever get cold anywhere, he wants to be able to give you the warm one off his back and he'll get the spare whenever

yall would steal each other's clothes all the time

you steal his hoodies and jumpers and he'll take your tshirts

he puts the tshirt on his pillow and cuddles it when he's away performing and misses you

whenever you wear one of his hoodies, he'll pull the hood over your head and kiss your nose

he also likes to do that thing where you're laying down and wearing his sweatshirt and he just buries his head under the sweatshirt against your chest

he can and will (and has) fallen asleep like that

his dates always land at either end of a spectrum of Cute: either very thoughtful and carefully planned dinners where he does his hair and buys you flowers, or spur-of-the-moment "get in my car, we're driving out to the country to look at stars"

in the summer, when he brings you flowers, he'll pick them himself

on those car trips, he'd play really nice music like some soft hozier and girl in red, just good music and he'd sing to you and if any song from les mis comes on he'll scream it

les mis is his favorite musical fight me

but he'd bring a big heavy quilt to lay out on the ground and one od those grocery store cakes and yall would lay there and eat cake and point out constellations

sometimes, he'll text you like "put on a nice dress, i'm coming to get you"

and he'll roll up to your house with roses, wearing his tux, and take you to burger king bc that is like the sweetest thing ever to me djfnvow

but yeah we gotta talk about when he goes away

bc i see that he gets really successful from his violin bc in the modern world, there can't be someone as young and talented as him without the media going wild for him

so he'd get offers from different orchestras to perform with them and he literally can't say no

the night before a flight leaves, he'll come to your place and help you make dinner and just spend time with you

hold you and dance with you in the kitchen and kiss your neck

andrea is an awful cook. he puts his heart and soul into it and follows the directions but they're just not quite right

but if you complimented him on it he'd go all pink and just mutter a quiet "thank you"

the only cooking he's REALLY good at is traditional polish food, but he doesnt cook it often bc it makes him miss home a lot

he would call you and text you all the time when he was away and send you selfies

andrea has instagram and stuff but isnt very active, but he uses snapchat all the time bc he likes the little filters

you'd wake up to a bunch of snaps from him like "look at this dog!! :D" or "my friend in the violin section says hi!!"

facetimes when you're getting ready for bed

and you can tell he's sleepy too and his hair is all messy and his eyes are fluttery and you'll be telling a story and look over and see him drifting off and "dre?" and he sorta jolts awake "yeah, i'm here, i'm listening"

he likes being called andy but LOVES being called dre or drea

he'll melt if you call him drea during a tender moment like he has you caged under him on the couch and is tickling your neck with his eyelashes like "drea! i'm gonna cry, stop!" and he just melts into a puddle of love

he gets flustered so easily

hold his hand in public? flustered. praise his sick violin skillz? flustered. ask him to cuddle? flustered.

also, he LOVES orange tic tacs, and his kisses always taste like them

imagine him taking you to the fair

he would put on his little pursed lip concentrated face as he tries to win you a teddy bear and when he finally does it he's damn near about to cry cuz he like "i thought these games were rigged!!"

piggy back rides as hell

you'd introduce him to funnel cakes and its instantly his favorite thing ever

he'd take you on the ferris wheel and put his arm tight around you and let you bury into his neck if you were scared of heights

forehead kisses and soft kisses as hell

waking next to him in DIVINE

he sleeps in boxers and an old t-shirt and he'd pull you close when he wakes up and juts nuzzles his head between your shoulders

he likes to be big spoon and CERTAINLY will not say no to being little spoon

but his hair is all messy and he's bleary eyes and just a huge cuddle bug and will whine and whimper just awful when you try to get out of bed

"five more minutes, kochanie?"

"you said that five minutes ago, dre! i have to get ready for work"

and he pouts but kisses the back of your neck and lets you go

as you shower he makes you coffee (or tea) so that's hot and ready when you're done with your shower

and he'll kiss you as a secondary greeting and he's just

i just think that modern!andrea marowski 💕💕💕💕💕

[jishyucks]

Eight Count ‣ lmh

‣ genre: fluff, enemies-to-lovers, hogwarts!au, I think it's a slow burn

‣ wc: 10.8k

‣ summary: "There's honestly no way Minho would like me. And me of all people would know that." ; in which fate decides to be an ass and make you and Minho dance partners

‣ an: I'm sosososo sorry @ whoever requested this bc of how long it took. I didn't mean for it to be so long but it kept going and uni is to blame bc all of the work :(( but anyways enjoy !!

i.

You feel the beat of your heart quicken as you maneuver through the maze of corridors that you had begun to approach. Time was ticking. The first classes of the day had already started about half an hour ago, and here you were, racing down the stone hallways, tardy and a bit dazed.

It had only been a mere five minutes since you had woken up in the dormitories in pure panic, the realization that everyone had left and you were still cuddled up against one of the pillows in your bed driving you to act quick. You could accuse your housemates of not even bothering to check if you were alive, but you soon decided to place the blame on your body's restlessness and inability to go to sleep when you wished. You wouldn't call it insomnia, but your sleeping patterns weren't normal either.

Approaching the dance room with a quiet sigh of relief, you tug at the wooden door and peek in, hoping that you weren't barging in at such a humiliating time.

Scattered around the rather room, students were paired in twos. Each couple's bodies had been facing each other, hands sitting awkwardly in the other's while their faces were turned towards the dance instructors, Professor Shin and Professor Na. By the look on Professor Shin's face, it was evident that she was about to continue speaking, but the door swinging open had caught her attention.

"Ahh Y/N, nice of you to finally join us," she clasped her hands in genuine excitement, passion towards dance obviously bubbling up inside of her.

You grinned crudely and bowed your head, "W-what should I do, Professor?" Spotting your best friend Felix within the group of students, he tried his best to send you a look of 'we were supposed to be partners'. You shot him an apologetic expression back before turning your attention back to both professors.

After a brief pause in thought, Professor Na's face lit up, "Ah yes! Lee Minho lacks a partner as of now!" Following the eyes of your teacher, they brought your line of sight to the far corner of the room where Minho had been sitting. At the mention of his name, he raised his head to see that everyone had been gaping back at him in what seemed like total silence.

A sharp intake of air through your nose had replicated a gasp, eyes growing wide, "P-pardon?" Out of all the boys in the class, an amount you couldn't keep track of with your fingers, you had to end up with Lee Minho? The human embodiment of a wet sock?

Minho was… unbearable, to say the least. It wasn't that he had done something for you to hate him, which made you seem like a bad person, but in all honesty, your guys' personalities didn't seem to match. He was too arrogant, in your opinion. He has this energy that he carries that really didn't sit well with you, and by the looks of it, the feeling was mutual. It was as if you both ended up on the opposite bc end of everything.

It really doesn't help that you're a Hufflepuff, and he's a Slytherin. For some unknown reason, they always loved teasing the people from your house, though Hufflepuffs chose not to return their actions.

"Mr. Lee is the only student remaining with no partner."

You gulped and slowly approached him, only because your professors had motioned you over to him. If you could protest, you would, but what was holding you back was the attention given by the entire class and the teacher's who seemed too excited for their own good.

Minho pressed his tongue against his inner cheek, eyes lighting up in wrongly-fueled happiness. He hopped from the upper bench and down across from you. You blinked back at him dryly, maintaining calm yet trying to speak to him with your eyes.

Crossing his arms, he leaned forward and smirked, "Why the bitter face? You should relish in your luck for ending up with me."

"Stop talking, dead cells are coming out of your mouth… Luck my as–"

"Now! That everyone has a partner, I'd like you all to stick with these individuals until these classes are finished," Professor Shin had announced. It was quickly followed by groans and whining from many of your classmates. Though you hated your partner and wished you had arrived earlier and paired with Felix, you stood quiet, isolating the anger within your chest.

"And before we begin once again," Professor Na added, "I'd like to point out that this is still a class. We will be holding a class particularly focused on evaluation and your grade will be heavily based on participation over the length of this course." Once again, a chorus of grumbles had flooded the room.

You hear Minho curse under his breath, only because he was now two steps too far into your bubble, "This is utter bullshit."

This time it was your turn to taunt, "Why? Are you scared or something? Can't dance? Can't keep up with everyone?"

Narrowing his eyes, he scoffs, "Oh, shut your mouth, bumblebee. Just wait and see."

ii.

"Get up!" Felix tugged at your arm, voice sounding louder than it actually was. When you hadn't shifted at all in your bed, he sighed and tugged once more, "Y/N!"

"Wha– Felix you're not allowed in here!" You kicked at your blanket and sat up.

"We need to get to dance class," he clicked his tongue, "Let's go~"

"I really don't want to go," you whined, "I'd rather fail a class than hold hands with Lee Minho for an hour and a half." Felix dragged you out of your bed to see that you were already dressed in your robe, only your yellow and black tie had been carelessly tied.

"Wait, did you not change out your clothes from yesterday?" Felix jumped back in exaggeration, alarmed and slightly grossed out. His nose scrunched while he judged you through his eyes.

You glared at him and scoff, "Of course I did, you idiot. And don't act like you haven't done that." You take this as your victory as it was true, Felix had gone two days without changing, and it was a bit nasty considering all the places he's gone to in a day.

This time it was his turn to glare at you, "You shut your mouth! Now let's leave before Snape sees us roaming the halls once class starts."

Minho winced slightly, trying not to let your feet ruin the simple waltz routine that the class had finally run through, "If you step on my foot one more time, I'm shoving yours up your arse." His teeth were gritted in frustration, looking down at you with narrowed eyes.

"Then stop stepping on my feet," you muttered back, hoping that no one else, especially the professors, were hearing you two bicker.

It had only been about two lessons into the class and that amount of times that Minho had purposefully disrupted the routine… as if it were good, to begin with.

The two of you found it difficult to fall in sync with each other. It was always either going too fast or too slow, someone making an 'accidental' mistake, and Minho's favourite, holding your hand and hip with a tight and stubborn grip. It wasn't evident whether he was doing it on purpose, either, but you had pointed it out plenty of times, and he never seemed to loosen them.

"I'm not stepping on them," he pushed you back a little too early in the dance, causing you to stumble on your own feet. This caught the attention of those around you, though they carried on almost immediately after.

"Tell that to my bruised toe," you argued back.

As if you were being blessed, the music had finally come to an end. You promptly retracting your arms and to your body and taking a step back from Minho. He had done the same, going an extra mile to turn away from you and to the professors.

"Perfect! Perfect!" Professor Na's face lit up from excitement, "Now that we have learned this simple routine, next class we are moving on to one of the actual dances done in the Yule Ball as tradition. I hope you all are excited as I am!" Very few students had taken time to let out a "whoop" while everyone else, including you, chose to retrieve their books at the seats.

Felix approached you with a pitiful smile. He already knew what you were going to say, patting your back gently, "So how was it?"

Exhausted, you just shook your head and shrugged. Being partners with Minho honestly had been completely draining for you, mentally and physically, which was unusual as you could often live through such situations without feeling the need to scream.

"What else do you think?"

Felix nodded apologetically and puffed out his cheeks, "Is it as bad as the potions exam we had in fourth year?" He shuddered subtly and led you out of the classroom. Just thinking about that exam made Felix want to claw at his brain. If there was a way to take a particular memory and make it disappear from the chamber of long term memories, he would. Maybe then he'd be able to get a few more hours of sleep.

"Yes," you replied simply. The test was equally as horrible for you, but a test didn't force you to 'create chemistry' with a certain Slytherin.

"You're lying… can't be that bad," Felix laughed lightly.

"Easy for you to say," you sighed.

From behind, you feel someone bump your shoulder and pass by you, "Oops," he snickered, walking backwards to watch your reaction. The only thing he was missing was popcorn.

You turned to see Minho and rolled your eyes, "Ha-Ha, you're so funny, Lee Minho." Such a childish joke and you guys were almost leaving Hogwarts.

Though your reply had been dripping in sarcasm, Minho's wit had dodged it entirely, "Well thank you very much," he bowed, more like a manly curtsy, before he ran off, leaving Felix slightly puzzled at what just happened.

"Don't you see how much of a dingbat he is? He constantly chooses to pick on me just to get a reaction out of me," you utter, "He should be glad I was raised to be patient, if not I'd be hexing him like the world was near its end."

"I see a pattern," Felix hummed. The expression on his face looked as if he had come to an incredible epiphany.

Making a face, you click your tongue, "What do you even mean by that?" What pattern? Green, white, green, white? Minho and his constant need to be the crow to your crops?

Felix patted your head, "You're slow sometimes, you know that right?" He puffed his cheeks up and raised his brows as he looked down at you as if you were a kid.

"Can you just spit it out?" you narrowed your eyes at him before you physically pried his hand off your head.

"Minho does all of that just to get a reaction out of you," Felix presses his lips into a thin line, slowly forming a smile.

Finally arriving at the next classroom, you groaned, "You basically repeated what I said earlier…"

"If you didn't know this already, boys love getting attention from someone they are attracted to," Felix plopped into his seat. You followed right after, "I should know… I'm a boy."

You almost laugh at the tone of his voice. The confidence and the look he gave you to emphasize his statement; was all too funny, "So what you're saying is… Lee Minho has a – and god forbid– crush on me?" Felix nods like a young child, with eyes wide and a tight-lipped smile.

"Bollocks," You burst out laughing, "Felix, I love you, don't get me wrong, but you've never said anything more rubbish in the years I've known you."

"The chances are never zero," Felix put his index finger as if he were saying it in 'a matter of fact'.

You lean forward and sit your chin at your folded forearms. You eyed the teacher as she made her way into the room, "You're right there, Lix, but there's honestly no way Minho would like me. And me of all people would know that." You locked that statement in, feeling your words and emotions contradict.

Right?

iii.

"And then Y/N had the audacity to step on my foot," Minho kicked at the bench across from him, frustration released after what seemed to Seungmin was years of ranting. He didn't mind though, in years of being in the same house as him, he learned how to block him out yet still know what was going on when Minho asked for some sort of reply.

Minho tapped the end of his pencil against his textbook, eyes drifting off elsewhere in the grand hall. Students were clumped at their respective tables, studying for whatever class they had. Minho was trying to do the same, but his state of mind was not in the mood. But he was trying, he was pushing himself, that's what mattered in his opinion.

Turning his attention to Seungmin, who was seated next to him, he jumped, seeing that Seungmin's eyes were wide and directed at him, "What the hell!?"

"What?" Seungmin shifted back forward, facing his own books. In a sense, the scene was hysterical. He acted as if he hadn't done anything wrong or out of the ordinary, but Minho still tried to push an explanation out of him through looks.

"What do you mean what? Why were you looking at me like that?" Minho put his pencil down and closed his book on it.

"I was trying to see something," the boy shrugged and got back to his own work.

Again, Minho furrowed his brows at Seungmin's lack of detail in his response. What in the world was he even trying to do? "Trying to see what? If you don't answer me properly–"

"Okay! Okay!" Seungmin exclaimed a little too loudly, earning looks from other wizards in the room, "You know that saying that if you're in love, you start to glow?"

"No? What type of nonsense are you saying?" Minho scoffed, "Love? Are you sick or something?" Roughly, Minho brought the back of his hand to Seungmin's forehead, which Seungmin had thrown off almost right away.

"You've been talking about Y/N this entire period, you haven't stopped until moments ago," wiggling his eyebrows, Seungmin whispered his reply to Minho, making sure no one would be able to hear him this time.

Minho's face had contorted into one of disgust and confusion, "And?" Where was Seungmin even going with this? He was just relieving stress. It's not that deep.

"My point is that they're the only thing you've been talking about lately," Seungmin scribbles his pen at the top of his paper to get it to work, "Even if I start the conversation, it somehow just shifts to Y/N. Normally I'd be mad, but since you're in love, I'll let it pass."

"In love?" Minho's jaw dropped, a mixture of emotions swimming around inside of him, "In love!?" Trying to find words to perfectly reflect what he was saying, he fails, shoving Seungmin off the bench. Actions spoke louder than words, right?

Seungmin smirked and chuckled, unfazed, "What? Cat got your tongue?" He gets up, dusting his robe off before sitting back down, "It's because I'm right, aren't I?"

Minho gulps, "Will you quit it? You're…"

"I'm…?"

"You're confusing me. Quit it," Minho huffs, gathering all his things as he was planning to return to the dormitories. This was a different way of playing with emotions. There was a zero per cent chance that he liked you, or worse, loved you. That word was way too strong, dangerous like amortentia.

"I take that as a yes!" Seungmin stood his ground, just letting out a genuine laugh.

Minho held a finger up at Seungmin, who still laughed, unbothered. He didn't like you. And if he did, it wasn't wrong to do so. It was an ordinary mortal thing to have feelings. But that didn't matter right now because he didn't like you, not even a tiny crush.

But that slight state of unfamiliar panic in his heart says otherwise.

iv.

The muscles in your arm were aching from the horrible fact that Minho had been purposefully letting his arm go limp while he was holding your hand, which somehow led to you holding up his arm with your arm. You frowned at him, tempted to let your arm fall in the middle of the routine.

"Can you actually put in some effort?" you whispered through gritted teeth. Squeezing Minnho's hand, you directed a look of annoyance that only returned with an amused look. Underneath his robe, you could tell he had been intentionally dragging his feet, causing the both of you to slowly hold those partnerships behind you up.

"I'm not wasting energy on this," he shrugs quietly, "It's ridiculous."

"What don't you find ridiculous?" you rolled your eyes, "You Slytherins and the lack of interest in anything but yourselves. Where's the excitement in that?" No, you didn't want to generalize the entire Slytherin population, especially since you had family members from that house, but you knew exactly how to rev up Minho's engine. Just by the way his face twisted, you knew damn well you hit the right spot.

"Shut your mouth before I spin you a little too hard…" he said a little bit louder, "I don't find it ridiculous, I just find that us being partners is ridiculous… who in this entire school would want to be partners with you?" Before you could even reply, he had caught you, "That's not from your house."

"Jokes on you, I know plenty of people who would be partners with me," you scoffed, and it was true. There was Jisung who had somehow been sorted into Gryffindor, Hyunjin and their seniors, Bang Chan and Changbin. And there was Jeongin, who was a Ravenclaw. You could list a handful more, but that's beside the point.

"Silence is deadly," he stifled a laugh which had driven you to 'accidentally' stumble over your own feet. This caused him to stumble himself, only he wasn't prepared for it, "I'm blaming you for ending up being my partner. I was hoping someone else would've entered the room. But no, it had to be you."

"You're blaming me? For this?" You shake your head out of disbelief, not noticing that your voice had gone louder. You were catching the attention of those around you and the professors at the front of the room, "You could have found a partner you wanted in the first place but you probably decided to stay back and wait for someone to go up to you. No one wanted to be partners with you, which is why you ended up alone in the first place."

Minho's eyebrows furrowed, eyes almost on fire at what you had just said, "You know what?!"

Before he had been able to continue the banter, Professor Shin had cleared her throat. The glares that they both were sending your way had caused the both of you to stop with the squabbling, "Y/N, Minho, I know we've never talked to the two of you about your constant bickering, but it is simply interrupting the atmosphere of my classroom."

Taken aback, the both of you had stumbled over each other's feet, falling to the ground and causing a domino effect among the rest of the students.

Flustered, you turn to Minho, "That was all your fault, Lee Minho." You huffed and attempted to get up, failing once you noticed that Minho was practically lying on your leg.

"Oh be quiet," he rolled his eyes and dusted himself off, "That was all you! You and your two left feet." The rest of the room was silent, regardless of the incident. All ears and eyes were on the 'love birds,' not entirely sure whether or not they should blame you both on what had just happened.

Sliding out from underneath him, you scoffed, "Don't speak so highly of yourself, Minho."

Minho cackled, "Highly? Of myself?!"

"Stop this instant!" Professor Na had finally mustered up the courage to intervene, anger bubbling in his stomach, "Enough!" The two professors began helping the students up, scolding both of you as they did.

"Five points deducted from your respective houses," Professor Shin said sharply, "And you both are now in charge of polishing the floor every Friday for the following three weeks."

"But professor–"

Minho was cut off, "That, or ten points off for your houses…" And without another word, you both chose to polish the floors after all classes were done for the day.

Day one of polishing the floors was practically the most difficult. Not only did the professors restrict using magic to finish the chore, but the overall idea of doing something alongside Minho aggravated you, which was why you hated dancing with him so much. The comments he'd make, the taunting looks he'd give you, the jokes that were obviously uncalled for, they all were honestly bringing you to the point of near insanity.

At first, both of you had decided to start off on the same side, almost the same corner. But the moment you noticed Minho constantly glancing your way in the corner of your eye, you decided against it, "How about I start at that end."

"Whatever floats your boat," he mumbles, "I don't care."

The tone in his voice hadn't matched yours, which you assumed was polite enough not to spark some type of that energy in him, but it did.

"Whatever," you make your way to the other end, sliding your robe off on the way. You let it hang off one of the benches, making sure it wasn't touching the floor. You rolled up your sleeves and started polishing the further end of the room, a bit relieved that Minho wasn't hovering anywhere within your line of sight. It was better that way.

The second day, you were hoping that you could get through a period of cleaning without hearing Minho's ungodly voice. He had been moving back and forth from one corner to the other, feet squeaking seemingly endlessly against the floor. You wished that the volume of the music could be turned up louder.

"I'm doing more than you are," Minho pointed out. You turned to find that he was standing in the middle of the room, hair messy and beads of sweat lining his hairline. His collar was out of place, and his sleeves were rolled up to his elbows just as yours were. Did he, for some reason, look attractive, or was it the lack of light in the room? Probably the latter.

"What do you mean you're doing more than I am?" you feel your eyebrows knit together in confusion, "I'm doing the same amount of work as you." And you were, but you were working just a bit slower than he was. He had probably sped through his area with the idea that the sooner you both finished, the sooner you were able to leave.

"Just hurry up," he groaned. Minho dragged his feet over to a lone stool, pushing it against the wall before plopping into it. The music continued to play, drowning out the shuffle noises of his feet.

"No," you replied, keeping your speed consistent. It wasn't like you wanted to stay longer. It was the fact that Minho couldn't leave until you were finished that was making you act this way. Maybe if he did his job well, he wouldn't be sitting around doing nothing.

Tile by tile, you continued to carry out the chore given to you, not paying mind to the pair of eyes that were burning holes into your back. You ensured that the areas you had worked on were basically spotless, reflection or not, you assumed that shiny meant clean.

Minho had been humming along to the somewhat catchy tune, foot tapping to pass the precious time he believed you were wasting. Nonetheless, he leaned back and sighed, hoping you could finish in time, so he had time to nap before dinner.

"Why do they even need classes for dancing?" He sighed out. At first, you weren't quite sure if he was speaking to you or if he was just thinking out loud, "I feel like we'd be fine either way…" You turn to look at him, seeing that he was already staring at you down.

"I mean it's going to look nice at the Yule Ball,"

You replied.

"Yeah but not everyone's going… it's a waste of time," Minho had a point, yet you still found it somewhat amusing that the school would want to organize such things.

"I don't see why you don't just skip class if you find it a waste of time," you moved onto another spot and sighed, "No one's stopping you."

"Yeah but who'd be your partner then?"

Not knowing how to react to his question, you keep quiet. Minho decided not to follow up on the problem, thinking that he had said something out of the ordinary.

The sun had reached the horizon when you finished your portion of the room. You stood up to stretch, hearing the joints of your knees and back pop out of exhaustion. It was satisfying to see the difference between the used, scruffy floor and the clean, polished floor.

"Okay Lee Minho I'm finished," without taking a glance at the boy, you made your way over to the record player. You lifted the needle off and picked the record up, slipping it into its sleeve. It didn't occur to you that Minho hadn't shifted in the past thirty minutes, silence filling the room because you turned the music off.

"Minho?" Finally turning to him, you found him sleeping with his head sat back against the wall. His mouth was wide open, practically becoming a makeshift trap for bugs that happened to be flying around. The rest of his body was limp, legs spread out beneath him. It was surprising that he hadn't fallen off yet.

You walked up to his sleeping figure and laughed lightly, wishing you had a camera to capture this moment. It would've been great blackmail. Maybe then he'd start being nice to you. Naturally, your eyes followed the slope of his nose, then to the two front teeth that stuck out from underneath his top lip.

He had bunny-like features, and you didn't mean that in a wrong way. His face was still sculpted nonetheless. Anyone with eyes would have to admit that he was attractive.

"Done staring at me yet?"

You screamed and jumped back, pressing your hand up to your chest as if to calm you down. Looking back at Minho, you find that his eyes were still closed, yet a smirk had replaced his gaping mouth. The number of curse words that threatened to leave your mouth was countless, the embarrassment creeping up to your cheeks. He finally lifted his head to look at you, eyes still a bit droopy from his nap.

"I-I wasn't staring at you," you denied, shaking your head a bit too aggressively, "Well I was… but because I was laughing at how foolish you just looked."

An offended look surfaced Minho's face, scowling at you as he stood, "I have this feeling that you're lying, bumblebee… Anyways, this is where I leave. Finally, after years." He shook his rolled-up sleeves so that the cuffs slid back to his wrists. You let him leave without another word from the two of you, still in a bit of shock at what just happened. You knew he was never going to let you forget that.

You slumped next to Felix as dinner was being served, an expression almost as heavy as your posture. He looked down at you, debating whether or not he should interrupt the mini montage you were probably playing through your head.

"I want to ask you how the cleaning today was but I think I already know just by looking at you," he stated, sliding a piece of roasted chicken your way, "Unless you do want to speak about it. Just eat and the day's over."

You gave him a grateful smile and gestured for him to eat too, eyes lighting up slightly, "I'm actually not tired from cleaning that stupid dance room, but it's just… this thing that happened. It was beyond embarrassing."

Felix snorts and stuffs his cheeks with food. His words came out muffled as he still chose to reply with a full mouth, "What happened this time?"

You glanced towards the Slytherin table, eyes scanning it quickly to get one quick look at Minho before you whispered, "Minho fell asleep waiting for me to finish cleaning. He looked idiotic as he did so I sorta just—how do I say this— stared at him? But it wasn't like I was admiring him, it was more like I didn't want that stupid look on his face to go away. It was amusing."

"And?"

"In the middle of that he went, 'are you done staring yet?' It was like he had a sixth sense or something," you muttered, "Now I feel like he's making fun of me."

"Doesn't he always make fun of you," Felix had yet again stuffed his mouth, so his words were still muffled, "Why does it matter this time?"

"It's different. It's not some useless situation… it was genuinely embarrassing," you poke the food before taking a bite of your own, "He's going to it against me, I already know."

"Don't worry, I'm pretty sure he'll forget it sooner than you will."

"Hey remember when I caught you staring at me?" Minho's voice echoed faintly throughout the room. He stood up to stretch before he crouched back down.

"I never stared at you," you sneered, "And why are you talking about that as if it happened years ago. That was literally last week."

"That's long enough in my book," he retorted, "Good times." A small reminiscing type smile appearing on his lips.

"Can you not start? I sorta want today to be stress-free and you're literally ruining it," you roll your eyes and move onto the next tile on your side. Minho had decided to choose a different record to play today, one the professors had never played in class. It had been hidden behind all the other records being used, and it took Minho a good five minutes to rake through all of them just to get to it.

The songs were more upbeat than the waltz music you were forced to listen to, which was actually much more perfect for cleaning to. It made it a bit more bearable than the last two times you had to clean.

Minho didn't reply, though you didn't see how he switched glances between you and the mechanical polisher in hand. The track had shifted into a faster song, something that was easy to dance to. From where he stood, he could see your knitted eyebrows, eyes dropping from the slight fatigue blanketing over you after a long school day.

Upon awareness that his shoulders were slumped, he straightened himself and sighed. This week had indeed been a long week, and it was evident in some way in both of you. This was the last of the week's labour before he could go and relax while mindlessly saving his homework for Sunday.

The music had been tempting to let go earlier than he should for the week, the steady beat and the catchy melody filling the room.

Putting the polisher and the rag down, he took a few steps towards you, still contemplating whether he should do what he was thinking or not. He was unsure whether it was bizarre for him to pull such a thing. But you did say you wanted a stress-free day, so he thought he should switch up a bit.

He started moving his body to the rhythm of the music, head bobbing as it took over him naturally. It was easier dancing alone than with a partner, that's for sure, but he wanted to invite you.

"Y/N!" He was freestyling, arms flailing and legs bringing him across the room with a swift movement.

You sighed, "What now?" Turning to Minho, you find him in the middle of the dance room, doing what the room was made for. He had a foreign smile on his face, not the usual smirk you'd find him sporting.

"What the–"

"Join me!"

You went through several different emotions in seconds, confusion, amusement, joy, contemplation… how were you supposed to react to a goofy Minho?

"Join me!" He repeated. This time he approached you, hands out in invitation, "C'mon it's fun!"

"Minho, we have to finish this so we can leave, remember?" You tried to keep a stern look on your face, yet you couldn't hold back the smile that had been forcing itself out. Minho suited this look; It was happier and carefree. You didn't know that his eyes would light up when he smiled a somewhat gummy smile.

"I know, but let's take a break," being the impatient boy he was, he took hold of your hands and pulled you up. He led you in a dance that probably wasn't considered a partner dance. He just pushed your arms back and forth like those scenes in the movies.

"Minho!" You finally let out a laugh, feet unable to keep up with his. He was sidestepping left, then sidestepping right, then back and forth, all unplanned. You stumbled, letting out joyful laughter that was rare around Minho. He laughed along with you, eyes disappearing the bigger his smile got.

When your legs had gotten worn out from constant movement, you tripped over one of them, sending you and your dance partner to the ground. Instead of erupting anger that would have usually washed over you, fits of laughter fell in its place, echoing throughout the room.

Before you could ask if he was okay, you hear footsteps enter the room, a confused Professor Shin staring the both of you down, "What are you two doing?! This is not polishing the floors!" The exasperation changed the normal hue of her skin into a shade of crimson.

Quickly apologizing, you get up and return to your so-called 'stations,' not being able to say another word about what had just happened to each other.

You wouldn't admit it out loud, not in front of Minho at least… but that was the most fun you've had in weeks.

Little did you know, Minho felt the same way.

v.

There was a part of you who had gotten used to Minho's horrible dancing after two weeks of dancing classes. After what happened last week, there was a tiny sliver of toleration that had surfaced from both of you. It was mutual. But obviously, neither of you were going to admit it.

Though Minho was starting to get somewhat bearable, there were still days when he'd begin to act up, smirk pinned tightly on his lips while he mischievously pranced about in the dance room. Today was one of those days.

When Professor had slipped the record onto the play, dropping the needle onto the very edge and starting it, Minho had chosen to let his body go heavy, relying on you to haul him around like a giant, weighted ragdoll. You knew he wasn't tired, just judging by the look in his eyes.

"Give it up," you tugged him roughly in one direction, then again towards another, feet hardly following the steps the class was taught the past few weeks. If Minho let his body grow just a bit limper than it already was, his head would have fallen directly onto your shoulder. If you were being honest, you didn't want any attention from anyone else in the room, "Lee Minho, I'm not in the mood for this today, okay?"

Minho's ears perked at the foreign tone that had slipped from your lips, sensing that you were being serious. You would tell him to quit it most days, but never with that tone; It was no fun if you weren't fighting back. Sighing quietly, he had picked his body up and started to follow the eight-count that Professor Shin was practically yelling out.

This minor change didn't go unnoticed by you, feeling his body grow lighter just moments after you'd ask him to quit it. Did he just…?

Other students in the room were surprised that you two were going more than thirty seconds without arguing like a married couple. Many sets of eyes didn't bother leaving the both of you, watching what would happen next in the twist of events.

Minho's feet carried his body swiftly; for the first time, he was guiding you like he was supposed to, but his eyes were glued to his feet, not wanting it to become weird if he were to make accidental eye contact with you. He didn't like how quiet it was between the both of you. The music didn't even do its purpose by filling the silence.

"Are you going to the Yule Ball?" Minho asked awkwardly. He twirled you as part of the dance. He recognized that look on your face which was basically a wordless reply, "That was probably a dumb question." Shaking his head, Minho mentally slapped himself. Never in his life did he fail with words.

"Of course I'm going," you replied rather expressionless, "Why would I not?" You were almost as confused as earlier. Minho trying to make a civilized conversation. Who the fuck was this? It wasn't Minho.

He shrugs, "I don't know… I guess you have a date…?" Minho, what the fuck. He squeezed his eyes shut as if the stone floor would swallow him wholly to take him away from this situation.

As puzzled as you were, you still decided to keep the conversation as it was, "Nope… I think I'm just going with Felix for fun." You tried to keep your tone calm when really you were freaking out. The only thing was you had no idea why you were freaking out, "Y-you?" Facepalm.

"No one."

None of you chose to speak after, not knowing where the conversation was going. The song was slowly reaching the end, which you had wished came sooner. Minho's hands were growing sweaty, and you wanted nothing more than to wipe your hand off. It was getting hot in the room too. Your collar was growing tight, throat itching for water.

Minho's heart was beating a bit too fast for his liking, but it was probably because he was growing tired from the moving. He wondered if you could feel how sweaty his hands were getting. Embarrassing.

"Final counts!" Professor Na called out before the static of the record player replaced the music. The two of the professors had clapped in adoration, overlooking all the students in the room.

Professor Shin had a broad smile on her face, "Beautiful! Gorgeous! Best one so far!" She twirled in place, "Thank you everyone! The Yule ball is in two weeks so I am very pleased with the effort you all are putting into this class! Remember we still have the final class in which you are graded, which I'm sure you all will ace."

"I couldn't care less," Minho mumbled, only so you could hear.

You turn to him, squinting your eyes and tilting your head to express your slight frustration, "You know I'm your partner right?"

"Oh no~ really?," he stuffed his hands into his pockets, "And?"

"And? I don't want to fail this class, even though I'm forced to dance with you," you stated, "So don't you fucking dare fail us both." That tone in your voice was evident once again, catching Minho off guard. The only reason that it had this effect on him was that he was so used to you choosing to fight back. It was like some sort of reminder that everyone around him was getting old, and soon all those around him were expected to be serious.

Nevertheless, Minho shrugs to annoy you, "Whatever."

Instead of answering, you eyed him once more. Your dancing just a few moments ago says otherwise.

You had practically sighed out the total capacity of your lungs as you hung onto Felix's arms on the way out the door.

"What are you sighing about?" He chuckled.

"You already know," you elbowed him.

Felix rolled his eyes and sang, "I saw you guys dancing earlier~."

You pushed him away gently, shock littering your face and posture, "What the bloody hell are you on about now, Lee?"

"You guys actually look cute together when you aren't babbling and all," he grinned innocently. Your heart had the audacity to skip a beat, startling you just as much as Felix did.

"Cute?" You scoffed, "First you said you think he liked me, now this? Are you his wingman or something? Are you trying to get me to like him?"

Felix skipped in his step, "I don't even talk to Minho, Y/N, don't be ridiculous… wait… did you basically just say you're starting to like him?" He gasped, hand slapping over his mouth, which had fallen in shock.

"No," you say flatly.

"Liar," Felix poked at your rib, "Liar. At least confess that you find him less bad."

"Sure, whatever makes you happy, Felix."

When you had fallen out of Felix's line of sight, you let the corner of your mouths turn up slightly. He said we looked cute, you think, only followed by you flicking yourself in the temple.

-

"I thought you were staying here until it closed?" you frown at Felix, who started gathering his stuff. You both had planned on cramming everything in for a test the next day, but plans didn't go as planned when Felix was eager to go back to the dormitories to sleep until the morning.

"My eyes are going to fall out of their sockets if I don't go and sleep, Y/N," he pats your head as if he were talking to a young child, "You can stay if you want. I know how much you hate studying in the common room." He double-checks his area to ensure he hadn't forgotten any of his belongings before patting your head once more. He grins and turns towards the door of the library, leaving you sitting alone at the table.

"Felix ~" You called out quietly, only for him to wave with his back facing you. You sighed and slumped back in your chair, resting your arms on the handles. Libraries were so much better when you had company.

The words in the textbook were starting to turn into blobs of ink, and for a second, you were thinking about following in Felix's footsteps. After moments of consideration, you shook your head and sat up. You'll stay, even if it was against the will of your fatigue self that had been prompting you to leave. This was all your fault anyway. Procrastination was a cruel thing.

Hunching forward, you let your eyes trace over the words, trying to process the information. You rewrote the info you wished to remember carelessly. Your notes resembled chicken scratch, but at this point, you didn't care because it was simply supplementary to your studying. The sun was close to its horizon, and the library was close to empty. It was somewhat more motivating.

Slowly the information had started to get more interesting. It was easier to run through the key terms and ideas listed in the textbook, and you could feel the exhaustion simply leaving your body. I'll finish this one last chapter and then save the rest for lunch tomorrow.

Your focus on the book had hindered your peripheral vision that the presence of another wizard floating over your shoulder went unnoticed. It was only until they had sat down next to you when you finally noticed.

You jumped in your seat, eyes growing wide. You had luckily suppressed your scream with your hand, which you had, out of defense, swung forward, slapping the person in the chest.

"Ow! What was that for?"

"You don't sneak up on people like that, Minho," you rolled your eyes at the Slytherin, shifting away from him before turning your attention back towards the textbook. He scooches closer with intentions of irritating you, pushing his face towards your book, "What are you doing?"

You push him away and stick one of the thicker books between you both, "What does it look like?"

"Studying?"

"You're smarter than I thought, Lee Minho," sarcasm dripped from your voice as you glared at him. Attempting to continue with the final chapter, you miserably fail when Minho interrupts your concentration by tapping his fingers loudly against the wooden table.

"Don't you have anything better to do?" you say numbly, voice muffled by your robe, "I was literally just sitting here and you decide to do this."

Minho shrugs and uses his arms as a makeshift pillow, "I was bored, saw you, here I am, I'm here to stay."

Your eyebrows furrowed at the fact that Minho decided to 'spend time with you upon seeing you. You had no idea whether to feel flattered or irritated, but you knew you were confused. He could've just gone back to the Slytherin dungeons to sit with his housemates, but he saw you and decided to sit with you.

Staring blankly at the bookshelves across from you, you huffed out the corner of your mouth, blowing a stray strand of hair by your cheek. You did say you wanted company. You just weren't sure if it was Minho's company that you wanted. Glancing down briefly at him, and looked back up to the bookshelves.

"Fine," you say after pondering about the idea.

Minho's ears perked up, raising his brows, "Fine?"

"Just don't be loud."

Minho's head tilts in confusion, though he still complies, sitting next to you patiently. You continued to read through the final chapter, which you had underestimated in length. The chapter was a good half a centimetre in thickness. Though it didn't seem as much at first glance, the pages were practically dipped in ink, words covering it from one corner to the other.

You could feel your eyes grow heavy as you delve deeper into the chapter. Your bed was calling for you, but there was no way you were going to give. Not until this chapter was finished.

The library had been silent except for the occasional click of the pen from the librarian's desk. You had been mentally counting down the number of pages left to skim over, eager to feel that feeling of satisfaction you usually get once you finish a task. It was the same feeling as crossing or checking off a chore on a to-do list.

Minho had settled his eyes on the centre of your book, keeping them steady even as you flipped the pages. He felt the lids of eyes gradually get heavier as each page went by, and by the time you shut the book in delight, he had fallen asleep.

"Again?" You furrowed your eyebrows, remembering the last time he had fallen asleep in your presence. You darted your eyes away from his dormant figure, not making that same mistake twice, "Minho, wake up."

He stirs right away, head rising from his arms. This time he says nothing, pushing himself off of the library's chair before stumbling over his own feet as he makes his way to your side. He looked like a toddler, and it was admittedly adorable.

"Why didn't you just go straight to the dorms if you were tired," you snorted at his dumbassery. Some students still littered the halls even if curfew was nearing. Instead of parting from your side at the library's entrance, Minho stuck by your side.

"I wanted to spend time with you outside of class," he grumbles. He blinks at the long corridor in front of you two, eyes barely staying open from exhaustion.

Feeling your heart skip a beat, you tried to pick out if he was joking or not, but his tone screamed, 'I'm tired.' Any other emotion was hard to comb out, so you sighed and shook your head, pressing your lips into a smile, "Sleep that cheesiness off, Lee Minho."

Minho continued to walk next to you, silent and confused about what you just had said. It wasn't like he was drunk. He was well aware of what he just said. Nonetheless, he subtly walked you to the kitchen corridor, parting ways with you with an uttered 'goodbye.'

vi.

Sitting against the stone wall, you watched the rest of the class carry out the dance routine, formation changes and all. You ran through it with them, only mentally as your partner was nowhere to be found, and the class was halfway done.

There were barely any classes left before the final graded run through, and Minho really thought it'd be funny to skip? You would have let it pass if you guys weren't the worst duo in the room, but you guys are the worst duo in the room, which made the situation different.

"Professor Na," You asked quietly, "Has Lee Minho been excused from today's class. Is he ill?" You didn't want to jump to conclusions, keeping in mind that people did have their own reasons. Maybe he had caught a cold or was doing a missed exam that was far more important than dancing.

"No word from Minho, Y/N," the professor hummed back.

You frowned and thanked him, turning back to the main dance floor, students moving in sync. Where was he?

Just as you had finished your train of thought, the door had swung open just like it probably did on the first day of class. Minho stumbled in, hair a mess and a rather sheepish smile stamped on his lips.

"I apologize Professors," he bowed deeply, following the perimeter of the room. He bowed again as he reached the two instructors at the front of the room.

Professor Shin stopped her counting, "No need to apologize to us, apologize to your partner." She gestured towards you, already looking back. Minho nodded and approached you, though when he did reach you, he didn't apologize.

"And?"

"And what?" Minho ridiculed.

"Aren't you going to apologize like what the Professor asked?" You tried not to laugh at how Minho had been acting.

Minho let out a cackle, “No? Why should I? Can you stand up so we can start dancing or something?" His hand was itching to reach out for yours, feeling like he should pull you towards him, but he hindered himself from doing so, stuffing his hands into his pockets.

Instead of pushing the apology out of him, you decided against it, not wanting to waste any of your time, "Why are you even late?"

The two of you followed the crowd, joining in at the perfect time. Minho smirked, "Worried about me or something? I know I'm in your head twenty-four seven, but I didn't expect you to be so obvious about it."

Tightening your grip around his hand, you gritted your teeth, "I wasn't worried about you, nitwit."

"Then why are you asking?"

"Because you made me sit, doing nothing for nearly forty-five minutes?" You reply as if you were pointing out the obvious, "So why are you late and coming to class looking like a mountain troll?"

"Wow, ouch," he sighed, "I slept in. Am I going to hell for doing so? Because I can recall you did the same the first day and got us into this mess."

"This is about you, not me," you applied pressure onto his hands, causing him to stumble back slightly, ruining the rhythm he had built up. He furrowed his brows at you and did the same, only you were somehow ready for it.

"Oh please," Minho rolls his eyes, "You've done the same so you shouldn't even be mad at me."

"I'm only frustrated, not mad, there's a difference," you point out, "And I'm frustrated because we have that graded dance next week. If we fail, it's going to be your fault."

"It takes two to tango," he quoted, "And you already know where I stand on that. I don't ca-"

"Shut up, the professors are looking," you warned, flashbacks to the three weeks you had to polish the floors.

Minho laughed slightly, letting air blow out of his nose. He let his eyes drift down at you, keeping them there for a little too long.

"What?"

"Nothing," he shrugged, spinning you along with the other students, "You just looked way too terrified." The next move had the two of you closer than the initial space between you.

"I don't want to be spending an extra three hours with you after classes polishing the floor," you retort sharply. Instead of holding eye contact with him, you stared at the Slytherin crest on his uniform.

"I know you liked spending time with me, don't lie," he rolled his eyes teasingly.

"I'm not lying."

"You staring at me says otherwise."

"Oh hush about that already, I literally told you that I wasn't staring at you," Inwardly cringing, you felt relief once the music had stopped. You stepped back and eyed down the boy in front of you, "Why do keep bringing that up?"

Before Minho could give reasoning, Professor Na had spoken up from across the room, reminding everyone that the next class was the graded class. Though they wouldn't be strict with grading, he still wanted to see the students' effort 'flowing'. After a chorus of groans, class ended, allowing you to avoid Minho and find your way to Felix.

-

Someone tapping your shoulder had woken you up, head jolting up as if you were frightened.

"Oh I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you," Chaeryeong gasped sheepishly. She was hovering over you slightly, eyes wide. She was changed into her nightwear.

You sat up, only now realizing you had fallen asleep in the common room, "It's alright. What time is it?" You didn't even remember how you fell asleep, but you sure did have a good sleep.

"It's almost midnight," she replied, "I needed to grab water from the kitchen, then I saw you here and figured it'd be more comfortable for you to go to sleep in your own bed rather than this tiny couch."

You grinned, "Thanks Chae… I'll probably get something from the kitchen as well."

She nods and mumbles out a quick goodnight before disappearing to the girls' dorms. You return her farewell before standing up, eyes drawn to the wrinkles your nap had made on your robe. Attempting to straighten the robe and yourself out, you stumbled towards the Hufflepuff house entrance, exiting promptly.

The fireplace had been lit, a few house elves roaming about and carrying out their own duties. They paid no mind to you, as midnight snacks weren't out of the ordinary for Hufflepuffs.

You asked for what you needed, then was given it with no delay, "Thank you." The house elf nods before turning away with a grunt.

You sit at one of the tables, zoning out as you stared at the blazing fire across from you. School was getting a bit more stressful than it usually has, which was probably the reason why you had fallen asleep without knowing. You remember coming back from a long library visit. Maybe you collapsed on the couch once you did.

You made mental notes on the work still yet to be done before the following week, spontaneously creating a headache. Standing up, you figured it was best for you to go back to sleep. Slipping the dish into the sink, you started making your way back to the dorms.

You rubbed your temples and shook your head as you closed your eyes. It probably hadn't been a good idea to be wandering with your eyes closed as you had immediately bumped into something firm.

"Y/N?"

Looking up, you came face to face with Lee Minho, who was just as shocked as you were. He had been dressed down in a knitted Slytherin sweater and pyjama pants.

"Minho? What in the world?"

He backs up after noticing how close you were to each other, "Could say the same 'bout you."

"My dorms are right there," you point just down the corridor, "While yours is in the dungeon…"

Minho blinks before he tries to move around you, eyes avoiding yours.

"What are you doing here?" you grab his wrist, eager to find out why he was roaming the halls. It wasn't unusual for students to be breaking the rules, especially Minho, who loved living up to the stereotypes of a Slytherin. He smirks at the skinship, which prompts you to let go of him, heat rising up to your cheeks without warning. You're suddenly glad it's dim around the two of you.

"I was… taking a walk," he successfully pushes past you and into the kitchen, a glass of water already there for him. He thanks the house elf, leaving the glass, before turning back to you. By the looks of it, it seems like he's been doing this before, like a routine.

Rolling your eyes, you scoffed, "Taking a walk? You're painfully awful at lying." And the pause in his speaking gave that away. You followed behind him, expecting an honest answer as if you deserved to know.

"Weren't you just leaving?"

"But my question is unanswered," you shrugged.

"I answered you, I was taking a walk," he pushed the answer. Putting the cup down, he turned to you, "I have… sleeping problems."

"You just lied again," you nonchalantly, "Just tell me the truth. No judgment. A Hufflepuff's promise." You weren't usually one to push an answer out of someone, but this situation was different.

"You say no judgment but I already know how you're going to react to the truth," he takes another sip of water.

"So you were lying!" You raised your brows, "I knew it!"

"You don't deserve the truth," he sighs. Finishing the cup of water, he starts to make his way out, not even turning to look back.

"Lee Minho!" You groaned. Maybe it was your fatigue self or the fact this felt like some sort of game, but you weren't holding yourself back, "When I said I wouldn't judge, I won't. My mind's open to whatever you're going to say."

Minho spins around to face you, stumbling backward a few more steps before he halts, "I was practicing the dance steps."

No judgment.

The flat expression on Minho's face indicated that he had no intentions of lying this time. He had his hands hiding behind his back, eyeing you just to see if you would live up to your promise. Instead of his expected reaction, he finds you smiling, something he'd only see when you were around your friends.

"Wipe that smile off of your face, bumblebee," he mutters.

"Didn't you say you didn't care about that class?" you quoted, a smirk slowly replacing your smile, "Why are you practicing the steps?"

Minho licked his lips. He was at a loss of words, nothing but the truth occupying his mind… Why the hell not?

"Because you care."

You blinked back at him, lips parting and meeting several times as you tried to find the right words to say. The silence was deafening. "What?"

"Because you care," Minho repeated. He kept his expression still, eyeing you, trying to figure out how you were taking this in.

How would he further explain it? He didn't know. All he knew was that ever since that specific moment between the both of you the other day, he took it upon himself to better his partner dancing. He didn't want anyone else knowing, not you, and especially not his housemates, which was why he chose to stay up late to do this; it was the real reason why he had shown up late to class.

You weren't sure if it was because it was quiet, but you could easily hear your heartbeat as it quickened. You try to cover up the fact that you wanted to freak out, "I don't know whether I should laugh or–"

"Yeah, whatever, shouldn't have told you in the first place," he mumbles. For some reason, he felt his heart lub-dub in a way that it shouldn't. He frowned and sighed, "Just forget it."

"Wait, Minho," you call quietly. He stopped in his tracks and turned, partially facing the wall and facing you. He stared back at you with a vacant look, waiting for you to say something. If you weren't going to be saying something nice, he didn't want to hear it after exposing himself like that.

"'Because you care?'" you frowned, "You can't just say that and leave." You already made up a possible answer to the countless questions through your mind, but it was still unclear whether or not that was it.

"What else do you want me to say?" Minho stuffs his hands into his pockets.

"I just want you to explain it," you reply quietly.

Minho glanced out the window sitting by you both before sitting down on its pane, "Remember that other day… when I told you I didn't care?" You nod and move closer to where he sat, unsure whether or not you should sit next to him or not, "I don't know… you were really serious back then… I guess I wasn't used to that. So I figured…"

There was a quick moment of silence before he huffs, almost sounding defeated.

"Did you know that I genuinely don't dislike you as much as you think I do?" He says out of the blue, throwing you off. You wanted to tell him to sleep it off again—why did moments like this always happen at night?

"I don't either," you say back, "At first I did… but I matured."

"I only ever argued with you out of amusement. You're the only person outside of Slytherin that could out-talk me and it bothered me for some reason," he laughed as if he recalled a memory.

"Me intimidating a Slytherin? Just wait til the others hear about this," you joke. He glanced towards your direction and saw a clever glint in your eye.

"Don't you dare," he holds back a smile before standing up to face you directly, "Or…"

"Or what?" You challenged, "Imagine how Seungmin would react! Donghyuck and Renjun? What about Yeosang and Wooyoung?" You start listing the other well-known Slytherins off of the top of your head, holding back a laugh as you watch Minho's face crumble into an expression that looks far too close to fear.

Minho recollects himself and shakes some sense into himself, "Or I'll make you go to the Yule Ball with me." He hadn't planned on asking you today, but the timing was perfect. It fit with the situation. If you were to react unfavourably, then he could just joke about it.

His question shut you up. Your eyes widened at him as you processed what he had used as a threat, "What if I want to go to the Yule Ball with you?"

Minho takes a step towards you, a smirk appearing on his lips. His confidence was skyrocketing, and you can tell, "Then I guess it's a date?"

Rolling your eyes, you let a smile grace softly onto your lips, nodding, "It's a date."

Bonus:

"I told you to wear something with gold," you whined jokingly as you were greeted with Minho, who had completely dodged your request. Instead of the black and gold look you were going for, he decided to wear a black suit that had traces of emerald. As much you wanted to match with your date, you had to admit that he still looked as handsome as ever in the attire. He looked like a prince.

"And look like a Hufflepuff? No thanks," he scoffed teasingly. He pulls out a corsage, one that matches the clothes he wore, tying it gently around your wrist, "You look very beautiful."

"Well, you look very handsome."

Minho laughed as he sticks out his forearm, a brow raised in your direction. Music being played by the live band had been spilling out of the ballroom; the voices of everyone attending gave the ball more life. It was exciting.

"Minho!" Seungmin had called. Felix, who had slipped from your side the moment Minho approached you, was standing by Seungmin, smiling brightly. He had been hyping you up the entire night, telling you that there should be nothing to worry about.

He was right.

"Shall we?" Minho asked. It was cheesy, but it worked.

"We shall."

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 the devil  :  is your muse addicted to any substances ? is there anything that could possibly make them quit?

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judgement : is your muse forgiving of themselves ? how about of others who wrong them ?

the devil

From canon, Piter is implied to be addicted to 'sapho juice,' a drug that boosts quick thinking by a lot. It's a highly addictive substance that will permanently stain your mouth red over time, & that's an ordinary tool of the trade for a Mentat. Seems pretty dystopian to me, honestly?? That something so invasive and personal is a normal requirement of showing up to work? I'm reading between the lines of Dune! I'm reading that neurodivergence is like a prized trait for a servant class that supplies intellectual workhorses for the ultra-rich! Like, the meritocracy aspirations of today's world are maybe just not there (bc feudalism) & if you're super smart or something it's like Oh! A Resource! Don't get me wrong, the Atreides main character family of nobles & their inner circle is pretty awesomely brain-weird too (they've got movie quote guy, compulsively moral guy, teenager who's so dang observant, woman who mysteriously fails repeatedly to get on peoples' good side even tho she means well, etc), so it's not like there are bold lines dividing classes by neurotype or anything. But dang, I just read a lot of thanklessnes into the Mentat role. (I'm imagining the more bitter folks have the inside joke that 'Mentat' stands for Managing Eminent Neurotypicals' Tasks, Albeit Thanklessly)

Piter is also heavily addicted to 'spice,' the setting's famous miracle drug that extends lifespans, lets you see into the future a little, and makes safe space travel possible. Rather than being an expectation, this is a very intentional choice, and a sign of his commitment to hmmm greed and hedonism. Like, this little man saw moderation and ran straight past it with his hands reaching out.

Lastly, in one of the scenes in the book where Piter shows up, he's being annoying & the Baron sarcastically asks him something along the lines of, "Are you high?" and mentions a third, completely unrelated drug. So I interpret that Piter is just really open to experimenting with drugs & that there are a few he's quite heavily addicted to. He already lives in a world that wants him to be addicted to drugs because it makes him useful, so I wonder if the rest is like, he might as well act like it was his idea. He's very evil & I don't write that as good (he is some sort of meow meow, i am microwaving him, etc etc), but like oh shit there's some righteous rage there.

judgement

Piter is hard on himself for making big mistakes, especially when it comes to not predicting or calculating things accurately. Part of it is the huge pressure to be useful, and the fact that everything from his basic safety to his absurd wealth is conditional on not only being useful but being extraordinary. Another part of it's pride; as much as he doesn't like the thought of being used, he truly takes pride in doing good work. Like, I bet he can play an instrument, I hc that he owns a racehorse, he has other shit going on that he might conceivably be proud of. But getting Results for his House is like the one singular situation where it's not just him patting himself on the back, he's really made an Achievement as defined by culture.

In many contexts though, he's got everything he needs to see failures as a natural part of the road to success. Like, okay! There's a problem or a goal & i am going to do a while loop about it.

I feel like Piter isn't one to get revenge against every specific person who wrongs him. In the book, the Baron laughs at him and tells him about a bet he made with someone else about what Piter would do in a situation. So he's not scaring people away from gossiping about him. In another part in the book, he says he'd really get a kick out of seeing the Baron's castle sacked and destroyed. I think his big grudge is against the Empire and the nobility, for all of the scary and personal ways he was shaped to be a tool for their use; and he'll never forgive that. I think he might be so obsessed with the specific wound and anger that minor shit still hurts but seems trivial.