#oh this photobook is so stunning

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OOOOO TRACK 3 LETS GOOOO

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Let’s talk: Concept Photo Version 1

by Admin 1

There I was just scrolling through twt, as you do, when suddenly midnight KST came and much to my surprise I got two notifications from the BigHit Music account that SURPRISE here are fifteen concept pictures! Safe to say I was not ready or prepared. For any of it. Not at all. And to think this is just version one. I’m perhaps just a little scared of what version two will have in store for us. Based on version one? I’m not sure if we’re making it out alive. 

Am I being dramatic? Perhaps just a little...but am I really?

Either way, let’s talk about it and check out the pictures, shall we?

(Please ignore the fact that these are the wrong way around)

Keeping in mind that these pictures were taken some time in the second half of March (according to the date you get when you download Jimin’s pictures directly off of Weverse), hair colors and lengths are something we shouldn’t fall in love with too much since they aren’t current, and yet I love everything about that blue and steel dye and cut on Namjoon. Paired with the lace shirt, pearl necklace and leather pants? Absolutely stunning. And his eyes...!

As far as I, and other namjinists, can tell one of his rings matches the one Seokjin has in his pictures but it isn’t really a reason for or hint toward anything seeing as most of the members share some kind of item with another member, or wear something that matches, like Jimin and Hobi with their shoes, as example, or that milk carafe standing next to Namjoon and JK on their tables. Still, it’s a cute little detail.

Seokjin in black converse and ripped jeans? A vastly superior concept. The hairstyle, forehead, the color, and that fun room, honestly amazing. And yes, I’m trying my best not to make some kind of ball joke because I’ve seen too many on twt and I shouldn’t. The phone feels a little like a callback (ha!) to his Map of the Soul ON:E Concept photos from the Photobook. Very interesting.

Where do I even begin? The poster with the Butter lyric? The books with Butter lyrics on their spines? Or perhaps Yoongi’s pink strands of hair, the tousled hairstyle, the furry thing on his wrist, the exposed ankles (they certainly know how to drive ARMY crazy since a good portion of the fandom has a particular weakness for Yoongi’s (and Hobi’s) ankles), the tulle trim on his jeans, oh, or perhaps the black collar that “matches” Hobi’s red one with hearts? Min Yoongi, the man you are today.

Speaking of Hobi, hello, that hair, cut and color wise? Absolutely stunning. Also that subtle little smirk in the close up picture? Wow. Hobi has just been coming for us this era and I am so here for it. I’m not quite sure what to make of the furry boots but at the same time it’s Hobi and somehow he makes them work?! 

Where do I even begin with Jimin? I don’t know. Seriously. Thoughts gone, head full of pink/red Jimin hair. Part of me hopes they filmed something when he had that color even though another part of me has a feeling they didn’t, so I’m glad we at least got pictures of it. Then there’s the shirt which was actually turned into a crop top since it should be far longer. Did the Bangtan stylists finally come across the countless pleas from ARMY for crop top Jimin? Who knows.

And yes I know the skirt, I’ll get to that in a moment, don’t worry.

I’ll be the first to admit I needed a solid five minutes to process that close up picture of Tae, and then an additional ten for the second one. The frill on his shoulders, the elegant tulle around his neck and his wrists, that singular perfect strand of his hair falling onto his cheek (and the second one just below his eye), a work of art. Truly. Rebel 2014 War of Hormone era Tae grew up so well into this version, stunning on every level. Also the earrings! Dangly earrings look so beautiful and complementary on Tae.

Now, skirts. Jimin isn’t the only one wearing one (though CELINE calls it a kilt instead of a skirt) because Tae is wearing one as well. Both were cut in half so they are like those half skirt/pant combos you can also get on these “kpop/kawaii fashion” online stores and I am living for all of it regardless. While this isn’t the first time any member(s) of Bangtan have worn skirts, they have done that basically since 2013, I love how they went all out in Butter era with the experimental fashion for these concept pictures but also the previous ones where Seokjin also wore a skirt, a full one. 

Sure, all three also wear pants and yet it is still a big deal. 

And yes, Tae is wearing the same chain necklace that Jimin previously wore for his Butter concept pictures with the unicorn hair.

Throwback to their RollingStone cover story where we had Namjoon say this:

As well as Yoongi saying this in their Esquire interview last year:

Toxic masculinity, who? We don’t know him.

Lastly, for the solo pictures, JK where, first of all, what is that he has between his fingers and lips? The salad in his vase as well as on the plate before him is great, lol. Just like with Tae, I love the contrast between the leather jacket and the tulle details, the slippers that match Yoongi’s, and the rolled up pant legs. This length of his hair with this darker shade of purple, leaning toward eggplant, is gorgeous and suits him wonderfully. Darker shades are definitely superior on him.

And finally, the group picture.

There are so many details in this picture both on the table but also on the screen behind Jimin and Tae, you should definitely download the 4K version from their twt to have a closer look. There are two maps, a red string (of fate), chess pieces, some more milk, and these words/phrases can be collected across this picture and some of the solo ones:

Like a criminal Hot like summer Look in the mirror Break it down Superstar We gon make you rock and you say (yeah) Permission to Dance (the title of the song we’ll get with the Butter Single CD) For the ARMY - happy We don’t need to worry

I’m certainly very intrigued! And loving all of this, especially since ARMY have expressed a wish for more experimental looks like we had suits after suits for a while, so this is very exciting and fun.

[writer-akihiko]

MLQC Boys Babysitting MC’s Son

Refer to my previous post on this series here. 

Also thank you so much @tomochii-chan for letting me use her fanart for inspo on Gavin’s part. I used this art of hers. Guys, please check her out she does some sweet and spicy stuff, her art always gives me inspo. Also, I’m writing a spicy Gavin work based on one of her NSFW posts. 

Gavin

You had a business trip and you had to follow Victor. Unfortunately, you couldn't bring your son with you

Gavin luckily had a day off and took it upon himself to take care of your kid

He understood your position as a single mom, especially with him being close with your deceased husband

Zephyr liked him anyway, so he wasn't too concerned about gaining his trust

Your son does get sad since his Mommy is gone and him and Gavin compete for your attention most of the time

"Hey Zeph, you miss your mommy right?"

He pouts, turning away from Gavin. In Zephyr's eyes, Gavin is trying to steal you away from him

"Zeph, I wanna show you your mom."

This catches his attention, and he follows Gavin

Gavin shows him his school photobook, and shows him pictures of his mom

Zephyr tolerates him more, even wanting to take some of the pictures home

They generally bond with each other when you're gone

Gavin blushes every time Zephyr asks him, "Why do you like my Mommy?"

Definitely feeds your son instant noodles. You always have to prepack some food so that your son's diet is balanced

Gavin shows Zephyr the picture of you and him at the New Year's Party

However it doesn't turn in his favour

He doesn’t know how to answer Zephyr's questions when it comes to asking about his dad

"There was a picture of Mommy and Papa like that…"

Oh shit. How does one comfort a child?

"Hey Uncle Gabbin?"

"Yeah Zeph?"

"…Thanks for taking care of Mommy."

"Sure thing buddy. Sure thing."

Lucien

When you asked Lucien to take care of Zephyr, Lucien offers to house sit as well

Zephyr is quite excited to spend some time with Uncle Rushen, especially with all the little science experiments Lucien does with your child

Lucien does buy take out to eat and is babysitter supreme

Honestly, he's your first option for the babysitting

Out of everyone, Zephyr sees Lucien as his father the most

Sometimes the two of them would call you after your overseas meeting, "Mommy," Zephyr said. "Can Uncle Rushen be my new Papa?"

You almost dropped your phone at that. You once confided to Lucien that you weren't still over your husband

He deals with it like a pro, "Zephyr, I think your mommy's still tired. Let me talk to her."

When he sends away Zephyr, he teases you a little, "What date should I wait for your reply Ms. LN?"

You couldn't deny you were attracted to Lucien's helpfulness

Lucien does propose sometime to take you and Zephyr to a butterfly park

He does consider marriage more with Zephyr. He has two colourful things in his life now

Victor

No one knows how it ended up like this, but it did

It doesn't help that Zeph doesn't like Victor at all

The only viable reason Victor would babysit is if he sent you on a business trip that you couldn’t bring your son

Despite them not liking each other much, they bond over food

"Is my cooking better than your mother's?"

Zephyr pouts, puffing his cheeks out. "…Yes… But you're still a big bully to Mommy!"

Oh he really does not like Zephyr

"How am I bully?"

Zephyr cries out, making a noise in Souvenir, "…Mommy tries really hard at work… and you're a big bully because you make Mommy work so much that Mommy doesn't have time for me…"

Zephyr ends up sniffling, having let out most of his energy into yelling

Victor, for the first time, is stunned. He doesn't know what to do with the sniffling child in his shop

He video calls you, and there you see your crying son and a distressed Victor

"Zeph, what happened? You promised to behave for Mommy right?"

"Victor is a big bully to Mommy and I don't like it!"

You laughed, and that was not helping Victor at all

"YN, please stop laughing and help me."

"Zeph, maybe Victor can take you to visit Papa."

You sent the address to Victor, and that was the moment Victor understood about you and your family the most

Victor tries to restrain himself from spoiling you and your son sometimes when he's in his courting phase

Kiro

"Uncle Kiro IS THE BEST!"

He definitely played video games with Zeph

He just has the best bonding time with your son

The only downside is that Kiro has a busy schedule so he doesn't get to babysit as much as he wants to

Well there is the downside of Savin ruining the binge eating Kiro does with Zephyr

Zephyr does enjoy Kiro's company but quickly misses you. Kiro does video call you and sends pictures on how Zeph is doing.

This gives you a bit of relief and sometimes you send some pictures back

Kiro and Zeph team up to keep all the guys away from you with their many, many plans

Kiro is the one most likely to spoil you and Zeph with presents and toys

Sometimes Zeph would steal your phone just to call Kiro

"Kiro bro Mommy's going out with a guy co-worker."

"Alright lil bro what's the restaurant name? Kiro's gonna save your mom."

"I'm counting on you Kiro bro."

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Inception - Chapter Four

Description: As an omega, Hongjoong was always treated wrongly in his pack. So when he is forced to be with an alpha who wasn't his mate he runs away. With little to no idea on where to go. With a small hope of finding his mate.

Character: ATEEZ, EXO, THEBOYZ, etc

Pairing: Ateez x Hongjoong, Hongjoong centric

Warning: Mentions of blood, violence, etc

"White is better." Wooyoung says glaring at San. "No! Red is better!" San argues. They were all getting Hongjoong's room ready. They have put on the biggest bed where they can sleep together if they wanted once in a while. After they set up the bed Wooyoung and San was arguing over which color bedsheet was better. "What about we let Hongjoong decide that hmm." Seonghwa said stopping the two from arguing more. They all looked at Hongjoong. "I-I want baby pink or baby blue bedsheets." The omega squeaked out. "Okay then as we don't have bedsheets of that color we have to go buy." Seonghwa says. "I will go buy. I will take Mingi and Jongho with me." Yeosang says. Seonghwa nodded and Yeosang, Mingi and Jongho walked out of the room ready to go buy some bedsheets. "Joongie wanna go out?" Yunho asks the omega excitedly. "We can?" Hongjoong asks. "Yes we can. Let's leave others to do the work. We should go out. Yunho snickers. Hongjoong giggled looking at the tall alpha. They slipped out from the room hand in hand. Seonghwa telling them to be careful. They went down stairs and shedding their clothes off first putting them on the couch quickly and then changing into their wolf form. They ran out towards the large forest. Running around each other. Yunho looked like a giant cute pup as he circled around the omega playfully growling, his tails wagging excitedly. 'You are beautiful.' Yunho said through their mind link. The omega looked at him surprised. 'Our soulmate bond is getting stronger and stronger. We are able to use our mind link to talk with you. At least in our wolf form.' Yunho explains. 'O-oh I didn't realized.' Hongjoong said. Yunho was sure the smaller would be blushing if he was in his human form.

Yunho was about to say something but stopped, his form tensing up as he looked around. Hongjoong stopped to look around wondering if someone was around. A hooded figure came out from a thick bush. Yunho growled at the figure standing protectively in front of Hongjoong. They couldn't see the face of the intruder. He was wearing mask. He put down a box on the floor. "Find out who you really are soon. The sooner you find out the more chances for you to be able to save others and yourself. This is the least I can do to help you." The man said. Without anything more the man walked away disappearing between the thick bushes. Yunho stood in a guarded position until he was sure the person was gone. They stayed there for a while to make sure another intruder wasn't going to come back. The others, Seonghwa, San and Wooyoung, must have also sensed the intruder too as Yunho saw the three alphas running towards them in their human form. Seonghwa looked around but saw no one. Yunho quickly turned back into his human, Hongjoong doing the same as Seonghwa passed them their clothes.

"Who was it?" Seonghwa asked. "I don't know. Do you know?" Yunho asked turning to Hongjoong. "I don't know. Even if I did... I can't recognize him. Nor his scent." Hongjoong says a little bit shaken up. The man had looked right at him when he said he had to find who he really was sooner. To save himself and others. Was he in danger? Were others going to get hurt because of him? "He even had his face hidden well. And his scent.. It wad weird. It was as if he had applied something to block his scent." Yunho mutters. "Scent blockers. It was probably why Seonghwa hyung couldn't sense him coming inside the territory easily." Wooyoung says. "You two are not hurt right?" Seonghwa asked concerned. "No he just said some weird but concerning things. He left that thing and he was gone." Yunho says referring to the box which was still on the ground. San approached the black box picking it up from the ground. "Let's go back first." Seonghwa suggested. Agreeing they went back to their pack house.

Five of them sat in the living room waiting for Yeosang, Mingi and Jongho to come back. Hongjoong was on Yunho's lap as he tried to relax himself. The sudden appearance of the intruder had surprised and scared him wondering it was one of his old pack's member. After Yeosang, Mingi and Jongho came back they filled in on what had happened. The three alpha's first instinct was to check on Hongjoong. "It was weird. He didn't do anything to harm us. He only told Hongjoong to find out who he really was sooner and that the sooner he finds out the more chance of him being able to save himself and others. And he also said it was the least thing he could do to help Hongjoong." Yunho said. "That sounds really creepy and weird." Yeosang grumbled. "Let's see what we have in this box." Jongho says. Hongjoong moved away from Yunho to sit beside Jongho so that he can see what was inside the box more clearly.

As Jongho opened the box they all saw a thick jounal inside it. A photobook. A beautiful silver necklace with with a star charm on it. "These... These are my mom's things. I am not 100% sure about the journal but the necklace is my mom's." Hongjoong says taking out the necklace as tears welled up his eyes. San who was sitting beside him wrapped his arms around the omega comfortingly. They took out the journal. Seonghwa looking at it a bit wary. He opened the old journal.

June 11, 1997

Love is weird. Soulmates is even more weird. Maybe the right word is complicated. Why did this happened to me? I am scared. I have two soulmates but they are of two different creatures. What do I do? Moon Goddess please help me.

- Liliana

Seonghwa reads out the first entry. "Wait a minute. Two soulmates? But of different creatures?" Mingi asked stunned. "My mom had two soulmates? I only... knew my father. Mom... mom has never talked about her other mate." Hongjoong said stunned at the discovery. "Let's continue. We might find more about the other mate." Yeosang says. Seonghwa flipped to the next page.

June 20, 1997

One was so cold. One was so warm. Yet both made me feel completed in a way I couldn't describe. One was a wolf, one was a vampire. I was scared. What if I had to choose one at the end? After all it was against the rule for me, a wolf, to be mated to vampires. "We can always be together. You don't have to choose only one of us." Hakjoon had told me but something in me isn't just convinced. But deep inside I do hope I don't have to choose.

- Liliana

Seonghwa flips to the next page. His eyes falling on a small photo tugged into it. It was a picture of what Seonghwa assumed was Hongjoong's mother and her two mates. Seonghwa could tell Hongjoong really did went after her mother. "That is my mom. And the man on the right is my dad Hakjoon and the man on the left... probably my mom's second mate. Yeosang took the journal from Seonghwa as he looked at what was written.

30 June, 1997

We got mated finally. I am so happy. To be their wife. Yet it saddens me. That I couldn't show Seokjoon to others and tell them that he was my mate too. I see the saddened look on Seokjoon which he tries to hide from me. He thinks I don't notice it. Don't notice the way he always wishes he was a wolf and not a vampire. It hurts me to see him like this. Looking at him being sad it feels like my heart is being teared apart. Hakjoon notices it too. And we are not sure what to do. All we could do was tell him that we loved him too.

- Liliana

Yeosang reads out. "It sounds sad. I would be really sad if Hongjoong gave lots of attention to others and give less attention to me. It must have been like that for Seokjoon." Mingi says sighing. "I would love you all equally." Hongjoong said pouting. He felt sad for Seokjoon too. "Let's read the next part." Jongho says getting more curious. Yeosang flipped the next page.

1 August 1997

It has been so long since I have written. I got so busy. I don't have really much to write. Nothing eventful really happened. So I will write about my two mates today.

Kim Hakjoon a pureblooded alpha. He is the heir of Dark Rose pack. He is going to start handling the pack as a head alpha soon. He is nice. He is a kind alpha. I have never met a wolf like him. So considerate. So caring. So understanding. He has the power to control fire. The power was a gift to him. Every pureblooded has it. Sometimes his power concerns me because he is such a clumsy person at times.

Lee Seokjoon my second mate. Pureblooded vampire. He had royal blood in him. Strong. Agile. Fast. Vampires are thought to be cold hearted, a cold blooded murderer. But Seokjoon was far from that. Sure he was cold at first. Didn't talked much. Yet when he opened up to me I realized just how much of a great man he was. He is really shy. He never complaines about things. He is always understanding.

I love both of them so much. I don't ever want to lose any one of them. They are my everything. I am happy to have met them. With them I feel so loved and special.

- Liliana

"Royal blood. Wow that's so cool!" Mingi says making the others love. "They both sound really nice." Hongjoong says. Looking at the picture of his mother and together with her two mates, which was still in his hand. "Your mother must have been really happy." Yeosang says with a smile. He flipped to the next page. Hongjoong's mother had filled the journal with lots of memories. Yeosang read them out one by one. One page made Yeosang stop reading for a while. Hesistating.

21 February 1998

I have a really happy news today. I am going to be a mother! I found out earlier. My mates don't know yet. And I am still not sure whose child it is. I have a feeling it is Seokjoon's. I am going to go to a friend who is a witch. Choi Haeju. She will help me know who the father is. I am so excited. I am not sure if I would be a great mother but I am going to try to he a good mother if not the best.

- Liliana

"The said child is Hongjoong. But... your mom thought it was Seokjoon's. It.. couldn't be right?" Yunho asked suddenly nervous. "I don't know. Read the next entry please." Hongjoong said. Yeosang took a deep breath and flipped to the next page.

22 February 1998

I finally found out who the father is! I am so excited to tell him. This was kind of unexpected. I can't wait to tell them. Especially him. Lee Seokjoon is going to be a dad. We are going to have a son. Haeju has confirmed it for me. I am so happy.

To my future son,

You are going to have a great father. I can't wait to already welcome you into this world. Our little sunshine.

- Liliana

Everyone was frozen at their seat. If this really was true it meant Hongjoong was a half vampire half wolf. A rare hybrid who will inherit both the power of a wolf and a vampire which would be a powerful combination. But according to what legends say it was hard for these hybrids to survive especially because the fragile body of a child can't handle the powers they inherited from their vampire parent and ended up dying which made Hongjoong rare and special. But if Seokjoon was the real father then where was he when Hongjoong was a child? Why did Liliana, Hongjoong's mother, never told him about his real father? Where was Seokjoon now?

[Inception Masterlist]

Yes!!! Hakjoon is not Hongjoong's father! Surprise surprise surprise! There might be lots of questions in your mind at the moment. So to know more stay tuned for the next chapter!

Don't forget to like and reblog! I will post soon again. Love you all. Stream Inception and Thanxx.

Buii~ (*'▽'*)♪

[xserpentlife]

Intrigue

Requested: Anon - If I could make a Malachi x reader request if you write Ghoulies? Reader constantly getting into trouble at Riverdale high so she's sent to Southside High after being expelled. When moving to Southside she starts up her mischief again and catches the eyes of the Ghoulies. She gets taken to Malachai for spray painting Ghoulie terf at school and the reader and Malachai instantly click?

A/N: hope you like this!. I also decided to stop doing mood boards unless I have inspiration, forcing myself to make them for every story is pointless. Also, be sure to send in requests because mine are open. 

Word Count: about 1890

*Flashback*

“Look principle Honey, I didn't mean to…”

“Didn’t mean to what Y/N? Dye Briane’s hair blue with her shampoo?”

“Hey, not my fault she stole it out of my shower bag” In reality, it was your fault you hated Briane, a girl constantly causing trouble for anyone she came into contact with. You wanted payback. Payback for the way she talked about your friends, and family. So you played a helpless prank on her, and you got in trouble.

“You still did it on purpose Ms. Y/N”

“And you are proving that how…”

“Ms. Y/N some respect please”

“Mr. Honey, you are talking about respect here when you have none for me. I did nothing wrong to Briane. You are siding with her because of our past. Because she is from the rich side of the North. Years I have been bullied by her and not once did I punch or cause blood, because I am way more of a decent human being then she is, I did nothing wrong Mr. Honey”

“Fine Ms.Y/N I will call it at a draw and you will both have 2 nights of detention” You smiled to yourself. “However, you are on very, very thin ice considering you were just here a week ago for allegedly replacing the dead frogs with live ones in last weeks biology classes.”

“Mr. Honey…”

“No Ms. Y/N like I said thin ice do you understand”

“Yes sir I do”

“Good now get out of my office”

*Flashback Ended*

“For weeks now you had been warned daily of the thin ice you were on with Mr. Honey, but you kept your distance and your cool. You needed school, needed it to get out of riverdale and not have to deal with the treacherous town. You may have done all those things, but they were innocent pranks to only get back at the ones that wronged you. You needed to defend your turf, it was what you were always taught before your parents passed. Your grandmother engraving into your brain that you needed to protect yourself before protecting others.

School had been a hassle, every teacher constantly watching every move you made. Every student trying to get you out. No one at riverdale ever liked you, they always saw you as the problem child. The one who dressed in dark clothes, and caused trouble, but none of them knew you at all, or had been through or known the things that you have. You went by your day to day after the incident with Mr. Honey, trying to stay out of trouble as possible. You got a detention for not doing homework, but you never got in real trouble. That was until science lab 3rd period two weeks into your thin ice warning. You were paired up with Briane, for an experiment where a cloud of white would rise when the chemicals were combined. You were in charge of the base and she was in charge of the reactant. However, as soon as you looked away to wipe your hands off for safety she poured the entire bottle of reactant in before screaming at the top of her lungs.

“Briane! You are interrupting the other students what is the meaning of this”

“Y/N, Ms. Murphy Y/N put the entire bottle into the mixture” You turned around stunned, you hadn’t even been looking when she did it, and then you saw the bubbles arise and begin to pour over the smoke filling the air”

“Everyone out of the classroom this instant, we will have to have it cleared for safety. Ms. Y/Nand Ms. Briane come to the principal's office with me at once!”

“Mr. Honey before you say anything I didn’t do it, I swear on my life, I was washing my hands when it happened, I wasn't even paying attention”

“Ms. Briane would you like to say your side”

“Oh yes Mr. Honey thank you so much. Well I was minding my business writing down our lab results of the temperature because I had poured the base, and when I looked up Y/N was pouring the whole jar in, I tried to stop her but she just kept pouring and then I screamed because I was scared and Ms. Murphy came over. Oh gosh, I don’t know why she would ever think to do that if we had more harmful chemicals we all could have died!”

“Everything will be fine Ms. Briane, you can leave my office now”

“Thank you, sir”

“Now Ms. Y/N”

“Mr. Honey, I promise I didn’t do it”

“Well it seems there are other stories at play here, and in our previous meeting, I told you, thin ice. I have decided to transfer you to Southside High”

“No Mr. honey please!”

“It is out of my hands Ms. Y/N”

“No it is literally in your hands, you incompetent piece of shit, You know what. I am fucking glad that I am not going to be a part of this pretentious north siders can do no wrong school. Good riddens, asshole!”

“Ms...”

“Shut up, I’m grabbing my stuff and you’ll never see me again, and you know what I am sooo glad I don’t have to look at your stupid face ever again”

You left the school on a bad note but did it really matter when you were going to a school that barely had programs let alone taught the kids what they needed to know. It was as if your entire world crashed down. Your grades would decrease, your barely existent social life would now diminish completely, and most of all your mindset. You gave up on being the girl that was good at school, but bad on the outside.

You started not caring, picked up art. Learned how to tag and make it so your print was known enough to be you but not to be identified in your other works. You praised your art teacher and got very close with her very quickly. You confided in her, she herself was a student at Riverdale high at one point, kicked out because she lived on the southside and they found out. You related with her in a way you hadn’t with anyone else, but that didn’t stop you from doing way worse things than shit Riverdale high could ever fathom.

When you first got to southside high you completely painted your locker, not crazy but definitely not allowed. You took money from people, yeah you never spent any of it, actually put it in for charity collections, not that anyone knew that. Everyone knew you as the new kid, that just did bad shit. No one knew why no one knew your background or history and no one cared to know one bit. You liked it that way, you enjoyed the animosity. You then moved from the school to walk around the town after ditching for the day. You luckily still live in the house your parents had once owned on the northside, now it looked like a rundown abandoned building on the outside, guess that matched the way your life was turning. You tagged the entire gas station, then the park moving up the hills and down the valleys tagging everything in your sight. Art was your outlet and the southside, your canvas. You had no idea you caught the eyes of a gang called the ghoulies. You didn’t know the turfs, or the sides, you were just a visitor in a town with many rules and regulations you had no idea about. You made a mistake tagging the run-down building on the corner, officially in ghoulie territory. But no one had caused you trouble before, so you were not expecting to turn around and find 5 men and women around in black studded jackets.

“Hello…”

“NO bitch tagging our turf who the fuck are you”

“Wait… your turf?”

‘Yes, this is Ghoulie territory and we are taking you to the king” You had no idea what they were talking about, you felt a bang against the back of your head before you were out cold. You woke up slowly words being heard around you your vision slowly clearing from the blurriness

“Spraying our turf huh doll?” You have seen this guy, seen him around the school more often than you like to admit. He always seemed to be where you were, lurking around corners, and tagging his own spots how he would like, but you never said a word to him, your rule of keeping to yourself always in the back of your mind. You knew of the ghoulies enough to know people on the northside were afraid, but in reality, them all standing in front of you, they were no scarier than a group of 3-year-old children.

“What...? Just figured I'd have a little fun, turns out your ghoulies are a lot less scary than people think. Oh, y/n by the way and you are ...”

“Malachai... a lot scarier than people think, nice to meet you doll, boys let her go, and leave the room, I’ll deal with her”

“Deal with me, I like the sound of that” You were let go, dropped to the ground, as Malachai ushered the men out of the room. You got up finding a chair and putting your feet up and onto his desk that resided in the back of the room.

“Off���

“What? The big bad ghoulie is a germaphobe”

“Nah I just like shiny things, and you doll are currently on my radar” He swiped your feet off the desk before plotting on top.

“So what are you gonna do to me dear king?”

“Talk”

“Talk…”

“You are an enigma Y/N, I want to get to know you”

“No one ever does… what do you want from me?”

“Like I said you intrigue me, I just want to get to know who you are. We are… similar”

“I’m not sure we are…”

“Stay here…”

“Alright” Malachai came back with a photobook, a photo book that once we started flipping through you realized it was him, a boy living on the northside. A boy in a big house on cherry street, with a mother and father, and sister. Grandparents, Christmas parties and… then it was taken from you.

“You’re from the northside?

“Like I said we are similar”

“How did you know I am from the northside”

“Lucky guess I’d say”

“And you… lived there?” “There are a lot of things people don’t know about me, like I said we are similar Y/N”

“I wanna know how”

“Guess you’ll have to stay to find out”

“Apparently so”

[jhmyguardiangel]

🏡 a gingerbread house 🏡

photographer!seungcheol x cakeartist!femreader

category: seventeen days of christmas

———

the sounds of rough foot patches crunching on the snow was something seungcheol had ignored as people looked at him in a hurry. in a crowd full of happy families spending their holidays, the christmas spirit was slowly coming into place. a lot of things in his mind, he knew he was running out of time. the distant christmas music accompanying his speedy figure going through the crowd in this little town reminded him of the home alone series.

he had to look for the right one: a right subject for his winter assignment photo book due to be submitted two days before christmas. the one who scored the highest in this would have their final grade higher by twenty percent. it was something he needed to achieve. aspiring to be a photographer had its perks and quirks, you had the freedom to capture whatever you wished, however, you needed to be precise and concise with your subject.

there were two questions seungcheol asked himself; what message does he plan to convey; and what kind of emotions does it let his audience feel. not only that, the projection and elements in the photo needed to show importance to the subject, whether minimalistic or extravagant it was.

he was so caught up in his thoughts that he nearly bump his camera that was dangling on his side into a little boy. he apologised to the boy’s mother, who immediately accepted his apology.

“it’s cold out at this hour, young man, shops are about to close too.” she smiled, her little son hiding behind her legs. seungcheol returning a similar smile, though she knew he was anxious about something. “you seem troubled, son.”

“kind of.” seungcheol lightly scratched his head, snowflakes dropping suit. “i’ve got projects to finish, ma’am.”

“i know a coffee shop nearby, maybe you would like to cool off your mind for a while?” she offered. “my niece runs it, so you could get a discount.”

the long-lashed boy blinked several times. how could someone he just met would offer him a coffee time? he was obviously embarrassed. he pondered for a while before giving in, the little boy pulling the hem of his sleeves, seconding his mother’s offer.

“alright. i could use some company.”

———

the steadiness of your hands slowly moved while your eyes concentrated on the details of your artwork. silent breaths every second indicated how nervous and anxious you were to finishing this before the judging. according to your dad, you weren’t even half-way done. and it wasn’t long until you present this masterpiece of sweets, so the pressure was indeed apparent.

the ding of your family’s coffee shop rung and you were too busy to even greet whoever was entering.

“y/n, sweetie! we’d like two cups of coffee and a chocolate.” your aunt called out, your little cousin saying a quick hello. seeing your passionate face creating your work, they knew you were busy.

“ok just a minute!” you rolled the last of cookie dough before realising. “two cups of coffee? your son doesn’t drink-“

your startled figure made your aunt confused when you turned around to face them. your hand pulling her wrist and leading her to the kitchen told her that it was something important. and by the looks of your flustered expression, it was something very important.

“why is choi seungcheol in my coffee shop?” you whispered in a volume was almost soft shouting. your aunt gave an ‘oh’, making you panic a bit. “how do you know him?”

“i just saw him down the lane and he seemed troubled, so i offered him coffee.” she said truthfully.

“he’s- well i-“ you tried to say.

“so he’s the guy you were crushing on?“ she smirked, making you look at her in surprise.

“and you somewhat assumed a random guy and invited him for coffee?”

“well he does look like a choi seungcheol.” looking back at the young man playing with her son.

“just- help me out here that i don’t burst and blush in front of him?” you hugged your arms.

“sweetie i already helped you bringing him here.” she joked. “now, controlling feelings is on you.” she patted your cheek before leaving the kitchen, you following just behind.

true enough, choi seungcheol was someone everyone talked about. all eyes were on him ‘cause not only was he handsome, but talented too. captain of the judo varsity team and vice captain of the football team. everyone knew him to be a jock but little did anyone know that he had a thing for photography. you’d like to think you were the only one who found out about his secret passion, though it was selfish. soon enough his talent will be exposed, you knew better anyway.

seungcheol studied your body language as you continued on your work. “so.” he started, his deep raspy voice was like music to your ears. “what are you working on?”

“a gingerbread house. it’s for the annual christmas bake-off.” you timidly answered. “gotta at least win this to support my tuition fees, the coffee shop isn’t doing well this year.”

seungcheol nodded, “love the aspiration, y/n.”

you gasped, your hand tripping at the mention of your name, “you know my name?”

the boy gave a confused giggle, though seeing your pretty face unexpectedly made his heart jump. “w-well yeah, your aunt had mentioned.”

lies.

he knew who you were all along.

he spotted you on a university fun fair that one time, your baking booth almost empty. while the booth beside you was packed with people that their estimated goods were probably sold out in half a day. he felt awful even though he wasn’t the one selling the baked goods.

“i see.” you smiled, inwardly hoped that he knew your name from someone or somewhere else. “how about you? got anything planned for christmas?”

“nuh-uh.” he played with leftover dough, “got a photobook project going on. i couldn’t choose a topic for this relating to christmas.”

wait what? a photobook?

an idea popped into your head. “um, i know this may be surprising and last minute.. i need a photographer for the contest and the photos needed to be submitted before the showcase..”

seungcheol looked up, his brown eyes staring at you. “crazy..”

“crazy? i-it’s ok though, you don’t have to-“

“i was thinking of the same thing!”

“r-really whoa-“ you excitedly turned, but slipped on a spilled, forgotten coffee on the floor. thanks to his athleticism, seungcheol’s reflexes were fast enough to catch your falling figure.

“you alright?” he asked, his grip on you tight.

“yeah. thanks.” you slowly stood before looking at your crushed cookies on the floor, the results of the both of your clashes. “oh..”

“i’m sorry! i didn’t mean to..” he wiped his lower face before combing his hair back in frustration and embarrassment.

“it’s alright, it’ll probably add another two more days of work. i’ll make it work on time.” you touched your chin, writing out the changes in your schedule.

“we’ll make it on time.” he said assuringly, holding your shoulder.

“we?”

“y-yeah,” he pursed his lips, looking away because he was starting to blush. the fact that your faces were too close and you were actually visually stunning caught him off guard.

“okay.” your eyes franctically looking elsewhere but him.

“okay.” he repeated. this was his chance, he had to make a move before the year ends. he wasn’t sure if you felt the same but he was confident what you were. so he manned up and said in go. “and when that’s all done, how about i take you out on a date on new years eve?”

you smiled, he probably figured out your peaking interest in him.

“you got a deal.”

[eagesoldartblog]

Pay it Forward Chapter four: Photobook

Arthur crosses his legs and starts to bounce his knees, eyes glued to Vivi’s expression as her own reflected deviousness, ”Alrighty~ Bye bye, Lew lew! I love you~!” 

She sings the last goodbye, and the second the call drops her phone is against the table again. Arthur followed the clunk of it for a moment too long, that is until he realizes that Vivi is staring at him. A wide eyes expression that held too many emotions, but all of them could be written clearly as why?

Sat in deep silence - filled with clattering dishes being served and chatty customers talking up the employees and Mystery yawning under the table with his nails scratching against the floor- they watch each other. 

Why? Arthur knows he can’t really decipher his own actions beyond mimic and pray, but Vivi has a very clear expression of disdain shadowing over her eyes and he could only guess what she’d say next.

Why wasn’t she-

Fierce vibrations shatter his attention (and nearly throwing him off his seat) the broken pieces melding together vaguely. Breaking away from Vivi, Arthur snatches his phone and holds it up, the world around him muting the smallest bit.

“What’s up, Lewis?” Arthur says, eyebrows furrowing anxiously as he stifles the coughs rising in his stomach. 

”Hello-!” Lewis’s voice peaks through the other end, and Arthur sees her face soften and relax the smallest bit. Leaning in, she scraps the chair across the floor and takes a light sip from her horribly weird drink- blueberry shot and espresso-? He clears his throat and nose and leans away from the cup, just in time for- ”Arthur, are you free tonight?”

Was he nervous? Arthurs anxieties slack the smallest bit at well, “Mm, I’m not sure. Your party’s tonight, I wouldn’t think you’d like to ditch that..” the swell in his chest grew and made the air seem too stuffy. Except that didn’t matter to him at that moment.

Until his mind reminded him. Don’t act too buddy-buddy, not yet.

Stupid thoughts, Arthur wanted to growl, filling his head so much and so loud that he almost missed the gasp.

”Oh! Oh.. I didn’t even- it didn’t occur to me that it was tonight.. Ah- my apologies, would you rather save that .. uh- speak later?”

Vivi, who was leaning almost over his lap, turns her head and her eyes are boring holes into his chin. A warning.

A warning Arthur didn’t care for, shoving her away by her cheek and mouthing empty threats under his breath, “I mean, I wouldn’t mind coming a little earlier! That’s dinner time, so I got the entire day off.” Because I wanted to see you. He kept that part to himself.

Lewis hums with delight, and Arthur faintly pictures they nervous grin he must have on his face right now, ”That makes sense, ... uh, would noon be a good time for you?”

Any time is good as last as it’s with you- “Yeah man, that’s more than perfect. I was just about to head out of this other diner now.” He says, jabbing Vivi in the side and hoping the snort of stunned and angry betrayal didn’t reach Lewis’s ears, 

”Oh! Say hello to- whoever you’re with or., not with- uh.. also, Arthur..” Oh no, His stomach tightens, preparing for a drop, ”I’m sorry if I upset you last night.”

Releasing the breath he didn’t notice he held, Arthur sighs and leans over the table, chin in hand and ignoring the friction against his elbow, “Lewis, you ain’t gotta be sorry- It’s okay! I get it. That sorta stuff just.... sorta happens sometimes. I won’t throw a fit-“ his head rambles faster than his mouth could filter, “You did everything right last night, and I-“ a frigidly cold hand presses against his arm. Shocking him to attention.

”Are you sure?” Heavy foot falls and a familiar creak is hardly heard with the faster steps and muted chatter around him, but Arthur could only imagine he was starting to pace, ”I know you were upset with it-“

Shrugging as if Lewis could see it, Arthur wets his lips, “Well, you didn’t want to. I would much rather get a No then... uh.. make shit happen and .. hurt you,” Hurt you worse, hurt you more. Shut up. Across from him, Vivi takes a sip of her drink and quirks her eyebrow, but he quickly waved it away, “It’s alright, Lewis. Uh- wanna talk about this later? I’ll be over in like- an hour.”

The other end is quiet, mind for Lewis’s short breaths, ”Yes.. I would like that. Thank you, Arthur.”

“Of course.. want me to let you go?”

”Yes, I’ll get to work on lunch, be safe! I’ll see you soon.” Lewis says it all in a rush, and then hangs up just as quick. Leaving Arthur to his thoughts and he promptly drops- (more like his entire hand, can’t damage his property!)  his phone onto the table dramatically. Vivi simply peers over her mug at him, rolling her eyes. Arthur stifles the urge to laugh at the notion of her having to deal with two dramatic men, both even more annoying when moody.. he should really get on that-

Vivi sips her coffee again, “Man, I can’t believe this happens twice in a row.”

Arthur quirks an eyebrow, “What’da mean?”

Vivi’s speaks overly sorrowful, “Being left behind by my guy friends,” a serious, almost scornful look covers her face, and she leans forward, ”So what’d ya talk about?”

The way her eyes bore into him, burning into his face only digs a pit into his gut. Arthur crosses his arms and leans back, carefully thinking over his next words. Contemplating how sharp her daggers were and how annoyed he was getting too, a puff of frustration bubbling from that pit. He sighs. Vivi doesn't so much as blink at response.

“We’re going out for lunch, or.. I think i'm heading back to the Pepper paradiso,” He’s mulling over his thoughts, fighting through the thick and gluey waves of roses and spices and sailor moon, and thick purple hai- Okay that's enough out of you. “He feels bad about last night, so… ya know.” 

Vivi leans closer, shoulders sharp and framing her face in an almost threatening way, “And?” 

“And?”

“And what happened?” Vivi asks, her gaze sharper than ever before, and Arthur wishes he had the right to roll his eyes. But knowing Vivi he would be… very very wrong. Hell! He knew he didn't have the right. But… Arthur sighs, glancing around him as waves of heat shimmer down his back, and part of him is drowning in immense amount of guilt- 

Get over yourself, Arthur breathes in the heavy aroma of mixing blends and pastries that were always too sweet, and out, worry, stress, time…. He leans back in the chair, tilting his head and steadying his breathing with each breath, and finally- 

“I tried.. I asked him if I could kiss him, and I was kinda drunk and- and I know that's not an excuse and its shit but I did and- … and then it really hit me that he still doesn't remember me..” 

Man, if Arthur thought she was sharpening daggers earlier, she was prepping a saw blade now- taking a deep, _deep_ inhale of breath and looking at him like he did the most ridiculous thing in the world. An expression Arthur usually had.

Kinda funny that he is now on the other end.

“Arthur,” she says, hushed and even, Arthur could already tell what it meant, “Are you stupid?” 

Shrugging again, he nods, “Yeah, a bit.. I thought he recognized me.. But.. Well, he didn’t.” He twists himself around, facing out into the rest of the restaurant, losing track of his thoughts, “I.. was hoping.”

Vivi’s glare intensifies to another level, her hand squeezes and almost itching to smack him across the head. His gaze flickers back and sees the fist, tightly balled on the table and scratching the surface. Wouldn’t be able to blame her if she had. He deserves for even thinking it was okay to tempt the other man's memories and- 

Sighing roughly- nearly groaning- Vivi slumps back and downs the rest of her coffee, grinding her toe into the table leg. Finally leering back up at him, “C’mon Arthur, you should have known it wouldn’t be a good idea- the hell is wrong with you?”

Arthur throws his hands up, bringing them back down just as fast upon a few spare looks being sent his watch, the warmth in his cheeks worsening with that realization until beads of sweat pinprick his hairline. Leaning forward he whispers, “Look, I know I messed up, I don’t know how I did but I-...” he swallows, gripping his own pant leg to soothe his rapidly beating heart, “I … forgot.”

”Forgot?” he flinched the smallest bit and he hopes Vivi didn’t catch it in her glare. But her expression then softens, and her frown becomes melancholy, “It’s… Arthur, it’s fine.. Even though he’s -“ her shoulders tense, “you know why he’s like this, I sure as hell can't blame you because of that-“

“Ah, yes you can. I fucked up, I did this, I forgot all the warnings and made an ass out of him and me because I went and assumed an-“

She holds up a finger, and Arthur's mouth falls shut, too tightly for that matter. Holding up her hand and taking a deep breath, Vivi lifts it and Arthur inhales with her, and then allowing it to flow out as her hand glides down. They keep doing it, until Arthur finally sighs heavily. Leaning heavily over the iron grating.

“Sorry- about that… I just- I … I thought it would turn out different, and now I’m-“ he pauses, his thoughts clouding his eyes way too much for him to fight against before his words connect, “I don’t have the right to try and remind him, of any of it.”

Vivi brushes her fingers through his hair, petting lightly, and his chest swells from the action. Warmth slowly spreading from the base of his neck to his back… why did hair petting always do that- “You’ll probably break him if you do. Hopefully not as much, but you’ll definitely hurt him.” 

And, there it goes. Arthur puffs out a sigh and drags his head up, leaning onto his palm and peering into his glass of barely lukewarm coffee. “You don’t inspire confidence,” Arthur grumbles, his frustration hardly lacing his words. And still, Vivis hand remains there, slipping down to his face. Increase physical contact when stressed, that was something she picked up from… he sighs bitterly and leans into the comforting touch.

Vivi shrugs, a small smirk quirking over his lips, “I’m not here to inspire confidence, just to inspire truth. And …. if I’m honest, it’ll probably be better to tell him now then later.” She admits, leaning back and twirling her hair, “Lewis is… he's pretty dramatic, as you may know, but while we were away, he … he kinda had this fling with this one guy-“ Arthur winces at that, and so does Vivi when she realizes it, “Sorry, that was kinda blunt, wasn’t it? Well… he and this guy get together, and I guess this guy like.. knew something about Lewis that Lewis didn’t catch at first? Like…” she mulls over it, and Arthur furrows his eyebrows at the thought, this guy didn’t pull any bullshit, did he..? “I think it was like- Lewis had homework and .. I don’t know, it was stupid, but Lewis was.., he was really mad that he wasn’t just ... informed of what the dude wanted.” Waving her hand, she blows a small raspberry, “Went on a tangent, sorry, anyway the thing is- he doesn’t remember you being in his life, and now you are and.. it’s sorta obvious that we know something he doesn't.”

Arthur nods slowly, swirling around his coffee with his finger, “So… yes tell him.”

Vivi frowns, “Yeah, it’s probably for the best… he didn’t recall anything while we were away and I worry about him.. but! I also worry that we’re being shitheads to him and forcing it on him-!”

Crossing his arms across his chest, Arthur bites his lip, lost in thought. “I mean.. I .. I could tell him when I see him but what should I say when he asks why he forgot?” the second he said that, Vivi's face shifts into something more hopeless, drumming her fingers against the table, Arthur keeps going, “I don’t have any real proof and- I really don’t want him to think I’m just tryna- ya know…” 

Nodding, Vivi hums, “Yeah, yes no I totally get that and.. I’m not really- wait!” She gasps, eyes lighting up and her legs kick out with excitement, swinging and slamming into Arthurs shin and Mystery- who had been lying quietly under the table the entire time. She gasps and retracts her legs, leaning down and petting his head in apology. Mystery leans into the touch but looks far from bothered. 

“Wow, Vivi,” Arthur murmurs, leaning down and getting a good look at the dog- more than happy that he wasn't hurt in the crash as well, and he resists the urge to pet him, “going around and kicking your dog, your service dog no less.” 

Vivi huffs and crosses her arms, “He's too quiet, I forget he’s here sometimes!” under their feet, Mystery is curling up again, gaze peering out over the crowd and watching. 

Arthur, does not relent, reaching over and poking her cheek, “need someone who is just as loud as you? Or would you kick them too?” She slaps his hand away in a flurry of swipes, face flushed and angry.

“I- that's not-!! Look, he's a good boy, he keeps me calm, hes always helped me, ever since I was a baby. And-! I’m not gonna help you anymore.” She says definitely, arms crossed and nose turned up in an obviously silly manner. Glaring down the bridge of her nose at him. “I was going to suggest I get the photo album we saved after the event, but now I think I should just leave you to the piranhas.” She says, graciously, cooly, like a queen. Her wavy hair shifting and almost looking like a popped collar and-

“Wait, what? You still have that-” Arthur’s eyes shine, nearly bulging out of his head as he processes the words, “I- you will?” 

Arms still crossed, she glares… and sighs, faltering and smiling at him, “Yes, I do have it… I just- uh- because of my thing I.. I don't know where it is, so I’ll have to find it and…” She trails off, heusturing to her head and poking it lightly, and Arthur blinks, listening to her slowly before he connects the dots. 

“... Oh, Oh!” He lunges forward, shoulders hunched as he stares at her in the face, “Vivi, listen to me, I don't want you to get hurt over this, okay? I can- I can find some pictures on my phone and show him that or- or not at all! Not right now-”

Vivi watches him, hands in her lap, before her eyebrows furrow and she says, “Arthur.”

“Yes?”

“Dude, it's fine,” she rolls her eyes a bit, “I've been getting pretty good with those spells, and Mystery tends to notice way before I do, so like- if something happens then I’ll be fine, I have Mystery, and Jiji is there too!” She exclaims, and the pouty old woman flashes in his mind's eye, allowing him to relax the smallest bit, but not enough. 

“Are.. you sure? I can probably come with and look for them- you know I don’t- I don’t fall-” Words and mind shriveling, he freezes and wonders if that was offense to even mention, but Vivi simply shrugs again.

“No biggie,” Vivi grins nonchalantly, shrugging and letting herself lean against the chair, “if something happens, I can just- go to bed!”

Arthur taps the table anxiously, getting faster and faster until Mystery’s nose pressed against his knee, and Arthur resolved to bounce his knee, “Are you sure?”

“Always am~” Arthur grins whole heartedly, pleased with herself, until she realizes something and leans forward again, eyebrow raised and she says in a soft voice, “Obviously I’m going to leave out the...bad ones, but, do you want me to leave in any pictures of you guys?” 

It hits him like a paddle, and Arthur considers it for a short moment, finally murmuring “.. Yeah, but try to … have them at the back..?”

A breeze flows past Arthur as he opens the door, stepping completely to the side with his stomach sucked in so that way Vivi could squeeze past him. Mystery sends him a thankful bark and hobbles in front of her. Sending him one quick wave, Vivi was off down the street. 

Please be okay, Arthur’s smile drops, an overly worried frown now taking its place as he slouches forward and dances over his feet for them to move. Carefully directing his thoughts in a more positive area, even though they all remained fixated on Vivi and Lewis, Lewis.

Hopefully he wouldn’t mind if Arthur came over just a tad bit early. Hopefully he sighs heavily and palms the back of his head, smoothing the strands of hair and eyeing the cracks in the sidewalk. The older ones not even gaining so much as a dimple in their battered-up state, while all of the crisp, clean white ones were gaining a brand new look of firecracker singes, gum, and the like...

C’mon Arthur, now isn’t the time to be comparing Lewis to a rock.

But it was weird, wasn’t it? Being worried about the traits Lewis now had. Anxiously calling Vivi over upsetting him- which Lewis didn’t, but the startling difference was still present. Lewis ... was never like that. Or maybe he was, but it’s not like Arthur had much to go off of. And back then Lewis always seemed to call him out on things he did and spark a conversation about- whatever

Arthur clenches his fist, sighing again from all of the air threatening to choke him. Lewis wasn’t so skittish. God, it’s like you two traded!

Based on just the past few days- Vivi would certainly give him a smack on the head for that period of reference, especially since they followed a crash whi- God shut up.

Glancing up, Arthur searches around the area quickly for anyone who bore witness to his thoughts running and colliding into each other. So much so he stopped in the middle of the side walk like some wack job. 

.... Arthur swallows, Well it’s not like you aren’t nervous anymore, if this is how you’ll behave, That hissing thought is immediately chased by intensely sparking impulse and his eyes darting. Fear gripping him by the spine, reminding him that he had to be aware. Aware of anyone and anything and getting trapped in his thoughts wouldn’t do him any good. A paralyzing shiver races through him in half a second, blinding him and making all of his limbs too tight. He couldn’t breathe-

Its fine, it’s okay, the locking muscles relax and release and inch my inch his bodies control returns to him, its just a shadow.

Barley out of the corner of his eye, he could see in dips of an alley way, and the darkened shadows that lurked and swirled within it. A trick of the eye, if wasn’t even moving. Arthurs logic unhelpfully  supplies, his body refusing to move and bow down to it- instead all too focused on how the shadows were too tall and more likely than not someone could be sitting there and watching like a hawk. Gleaming eyes that shot terror into his legs and feet and leave him unable to move.

His heart beat picked up. Spastically pumping and bloating his limbs with the liquid like anxiety and in any moment he can just pop-!

DRIIING- Arthurs phone exploded with noise and all at once he was regretting every possible decision he has ever made maybe ever. Smacking his hand against his back pocket- Panic still rippling through his entire body like a motorcycle- he slams it against his cheek, “Vivi?!”

A few moments of silence follow, filled with Arthurs own ragged breathing and the realization that he might’ve forgotten to take his meds that morning, a gruff voice finally fills his ears, “Try again.”

A gasp of relief leaves him in a hard shudder, his arms trembling slightly from how unbelievably grateful he was to hear the older man, “Shit, S-sorry, Lance..! Er- I was just talkin’ with Vi’ about her - her narcolepsy thing and- phew, fuckin’ anxiety and .. shit... amirite?” He tumbles not so eloquently over his words, laughing anxiously as he presses himself against a scratchy brick wall for support. The friction breaking him out of his frightened spur. Arthur risks a glance to the darkened place, eyes glueing to the spot, now slipping out of sight as his feet move and he does an awkward spin to get back on track. 

Lance doesn’t seem bothered by it, “Ya’ I understand tha’ much. You have fun last night?”

“W-wha?” Arthur’s legs lock up, filling his head with the question of What the hell did he mean by that?

“I’m assumin’ you did. Didn’t come home last night. Galahad was in stitches crying out of you all night.” Arthur then heard a small squeak and his dumbfoundment switches to the smallest bit of joy. Of course it was that, leave it to Lance to freak him out over nothing..

“Heheh, whoops! So sorry about that- I thought I fed Galaham before I left... thanks for watching over him for me. I just-..” his shoulders sag, swallowing, he kicks his legs into motion and begins to weave through his thoughts yet again, “I ... wanted to spend some more time with Lew.. is.” You aren’t on nickname terms anymore, remember?

“How is he?”

“He’s... he’s fine..” Just fine? C’mon say something stupid, “Just... gah... I’m not sure, things got.. uh... weird last night, so we’re gonna try again today. I may be spending the day with him so I can tell you when I get home tonight... if.. I do..” 

What was the point in saying that, Arthur, are you really that dumb, Jesus Christ. All he can picture is Lance’s face twisted in that usual disappointed look, his eyebrow raised in suspicion. 

“Planning on staying the night again?”

Arthur cringes, “I don’t know? I need to talk with him more about... stuff but- but he invited me out to lunch and... I’ll keep you updated.”

“Stuff.” Shit.

He gulps anxiously, “Yep. Stuff.” 

Lance groans, “Arthur, fuck are ya’ doing? Trying to jostle his head already?”

Arthur sags at that, the pit in his stomach worsening by the moment, no amount of jumbled thoughts could possibly explain away this, “I... I kinda.. scared him last night- by.. uh... I don’t know, I was drunk so I thought I could try and get close and shit and-“ his teeth grit together and he can hear the whine of his jaw, “I- look, I’m trying to be gentle and- and not hurt him and-“

“You aren’t painting a pretty picture, Art,” Arthur slumps down, staring forward but not looking as he trudges his feet again, Lance keeps going, “Ya gotta keep in mind that he’s still copin’ with a lotta shit- shit he can’t even realize he’s dealing with. The boy’s got a lot of extra sensitivity now and you have to be mindful of that.”

Extra sensitive, Arthur repeats, Yeah that’s a good way to describe it, how they all got out of it.. humming a bit to himself, he keeps walking, and with each step he imagines a million different ways it could have gone much better than how it did.

“Arthur-“

“Yeah, yeah... sorry.. I hear ya, Lance. I won’t be too much on him... I.. yeah.”

Maybe you should properly honor that sentiment, don’t bring up any part of it to him

Except Lewis deserves to know! He... Arthur sighs and nods despite the fact that no one is there. “I’ll do my best. Thanks, Lance,” 

“You’re welcome, Kid. Keep me posted on what’ll be happenin’ got it?”

Arthur bobs his head, meekly, “Of course, yeah, I can do that.”

... Would he be able to keep his promise? Arthur wasn’t sure and he gulps back more of his anxiety and shoves his balled fists into his pockets. Forcing his eyes to stay on the ground before him and avoiding everyone and anyone’s gaze. 

Not wanting to meet someone who wasn’t as nice as they let on... Not-... not after that.

Stop thinking about it, Arthur. It may be hard, but just think about how nice lunch will taste, and how fun dinner will be and... how... Lewis is going to ask you about last night and.....

Arthur whines. But keeps walking. Hopefully Lewis wouldn’t mind if he came over just a tad bit early.

Hopefully.

Paradiso's white outline soon came into view. The stained glass catching his eyes the second it did, and Arthur's heart warmed the smallest bit. One of the only vehicles in the mostly vacant lot was the bright orange Van that he parked across the lot- not wanting to confuse anyone coming by and making them think it was open. 

It's odd how they do it, but the Peppers never have the restaurant open on sunday. Whether it was due to religious reasons or simply... wanting a 'strike day' as Mr.pepper has claimed it was many times before, Arthur couldn't help but be glad to see that the usual amount of cars (three or five for each of the workers they had scheduled for the four hour work day) was now down to two, with the respective employees chatting with Mrs.Pepper beside the cars. 

Must have been cut a bit short today, which made sense. Surely the Pepper parents decided they wanted to spend the most time with their son as possible. Or.... Didn't want any of them in for the day.

Mrs.Pepper catches sight of him, and waves to him. Arthur returns it quickly, before the ants in his stomach convinces him to make a sharp turn and walk along to the edge of the parking lot to slowly shimmy his way down to the backdoor. Wanting no part in any conversation they may have been having.

Instead he wanted whatever conversation Lewis and him were about to have to be over as soon as possible, so they can relax and eat in peace. Even though... the thought of a talk about last night was... more than nerve wracking, and more unlikely if it devolved into... that. 

It'll be okay.. it'll be fine..

Arthur swallows, and skips over the concrete- breaking out into a light jog- and jumps up the steps. He opens the screen door and then lightly raps. Waiting... waiting... too much waiting, and his thoughts threaten to go haywire. Inhaling sharply through his nose, he forces himself to stand straight.

Within the depths of the house, Arthur can make out the faintest of tapping and a small shuffle from that window. A flow of comfort became noticeable through Arthur's sweet little smile, noticing a flash of dark red hair, knowing in that moment who exactly that was. Cayenne. And just like that, the door swings open and she's standing right there, small and cute, with her lower lip in a pout he recognizes all too well. A sense of suspicion, yet in such a childish manner, complete with her crossing her arms and all. "Why are you here?"

Arthur resists the urge to muse up her hair, or whatever the word. She was a snarky imp sometimes but really, he should keep his own impish behavior to himself. Tilting his head, Arthur allows his mind to become fully enraptured with the kindred air of family life, "Well, Lewis invited me over. Plus I wanted to try and prepare, clean up and...stuff!"

And she's quirking an eyebrow - the levels of suspicion rising at a higher peak, and Arthur could immediately tell she was trying to pry, it's what she does better than anyone. The concern is understandable, but there shouldn't be too much of an issue here, right? She knew he would be back later that night. "Then why'd you leave then!"

And so Arthur retaliates, almost. His thoughts scramble again and he’s straightening his posture as he tried to collect the right words to describe the situation. Why does things always have to get so difficult when he's trying to explain something?! "Wh- I had a date with Vivi!" 

Now she's...scowling, and confused. How much quirkier could her eyebrow be? "Uh, you're dating Vivi and Lewis?"

He blinks hard, head supplying plenty of images to help image that situation. Did she already connect those dots? He snaps out of it real quick, face warm as he tries to conclude the conversation before it goes any further. "Ohhh-kay, not like that but -- It's like -- it's like a play date!" Yeah! That'd be a great way to sum it up! No sugar-coating or looping-arounds, or anything like that. "Not romantic dating like in those movies but just...! Y'know, relaxed."

She still...didn't look too convinced. For a second her pointed stare under her bangs made his skin prickle with an anxious sweat, until she shrugged, stepping aside and pulling the door open a little more to let him inside. Thank god that little conversation did the job.

Before he could think too far from that, there was a strong aroma of bacon, eggs, spices and....fish? It filled his nose and Arthur finds his feet following the trailing scent like a fox, making a beeline to the front of the house, where the kitchen is. The sound of his padding footsteps change in time with the floors once he steps into the kitchen, with Lewis himself just right there.

Arthur flinches, attention fixating on him, and every ounce of calmness he had flies out the window along with Lewis finally realizing it wasn’t his sister who came in. Said man's expression drops and his eyebrows fly up under his hair. 

“Arthur! When did you-!”

Holding up his hands in a surrendering manner, he side steps around Lewis and makes sure that there is enough space for Lewis to feel comfortable- if he can at all with you here- shut up. “Just got here, I don't know if you heard, but your sister is going to be quite the bouncer one day!” Arthur jokes, hoping that it would help lighten the mood. Except… Lewis’s face remained just as startled. 

“Ah… oh, I see! I… hm.” He turns around, focusing once more on… cleaning out bowls-? Arthur peers over his side and spots a pan of dough on top of the oven and several bowls filled with seafood. Crab, shrimp, scallops and oysters! Arthur blinks dumbly and glances back at Lewis’s back., whose shoulders are tense and an air of anxiety wafts off him. Lewis has a stainer positioned in the sink and he's rinsing off the ingredients.

God… god he really wished he didn’t have to feel that way. Shoving that sentiment down, he shuffles off his vest and hangs it on the back of a chair. “Whatcha making?” 

Lewis audibly gulps, tapping his fingers against the metal strainer as he starts to clean each individual one. “Mama informed me that you particularly enjoy the Surfs-up Pizza from the Midnight Typhoon, so i'm… going to try and make some for you, with the- the spices you mentioned last night.” 

It wasn’t like him to fumble over his words like that, it wasn’t like this last year..

Arthur pops up beside him, a grin on his face, “Mind if I help?”

Lewis pauses, quickly taking in his work and his frown shifts several times before settling on a haphazard smile, “Ah- It was meant to be a surprise for you-! But I suppose it wouldn’t be an issue.”

“Awesome, just tell me what you want me to do then.” 

Arthur took over washing the shrimp and peeling off the shells. After a short moment he’s asking Lewis for a knife to take out some of the more unsightly veins along the shrimp's back. At the same time, Lewis had gotten to work on pressing the salmon into the dough to form a stuffed crust, and soon enough Arthur was making jokes about how big this pizza was going to turn out. Then, placed into the oven for a short while so it can gain just that bit more of stiffness.

After, the mozzarella and sharp cheddar cheese is put into the pan and melted, various spices and even more cheese is added, along with garlic and pineapples. Lewis got to work on making the parsley sauce with lemon and herbs for the sauce base, and spread across the coatings of cream cheese and salmon scales. 

Any order that Lewis would even vaguely give out, Arthur was on it. Cutting, washing, peeling... The smells waft together and mix nicely in the air, a comforting aroma. One that had Arthur drooling and ...

Slowly, helped Lewis calm down. To the point where he wouldn’t mind the small quips and would even throw some back at him. Not only that but he wasn’t as bothered by Arthur hovering around him to peer into the oven and watch the cheese melt and the toppings all sink in. 

The half timer goes off. Lewis snags a mitten and opens the open, pulling out the tray halfway so he can make out how much time was left. Although to Arthur, it was more than ready! The colorful and contrasting colors popping so much more with the amount of steam rising off it. Immediately, a delicious smell of garlic and spice mix together and Arthur had to resist leaning in so far. 

He would have, with his chin on Lewis’s arm and a hand on his shoulder, if not for the eyes pinning him in place. He slips the pan back in and she’s the timer again, but his attention doesn’t leave Arthur for a moment.

Arthur swallows, eyebrows furrowed together. All of the anxiety from before is back and more intense than ever and Arthur can feel the questions burning in Lewis’s skull. A look of... concern. 

“Arthur,” he starts, and all of the progress they just made feels like it was breaking, “Can we talk, about last night.”

Shit, shit, shit, what did he want to talk about- you know what he wants to talk about you dumb idiot just nod your head and get this over with-

His eyebrows furrow and Arthur finds himself chewing on his lip from just imagining where this conversation was heading. Ask him why when Arthur has no idea. It was a dumb decision in hind sight. Resigning himself- for some cruel and overly dramatic fate- Arthur nearly plops down on a nearby seat, gripping the handle-

Lewis smacks his lips with a click, “Alright, just allow me to put-“ 

Arthur didn’t have a moment to process his feet being on the floor before he’s bolting up. A sudden burst of energy fueled by the distinct want to not say anything zipping through his jittery arms, snagging the last few remaining plates off the counter, and right out from underneath Lewis’s fingers.

“Sure! Hey- I mean,” Arthur tries to say, but his tongue flops in his mouth unapologetically and he’s gripping the faucet and turning it full blast. “We can always talk while we work! The faster we get done with it, the faster we can- sit, sit and .. relax and.. communicate!” 

Lewis is staring at him. Only one eye visible under his hair, usually so neat and perfect but this time ruffled, and it glimmers with the rays of sunlight outside of the window and steam beginning to frame his face.

He can’t breath under that stare. Lungs simply puffing out. And yet, Lewis didn’t stop watching him. His expression all unreadable to Arthur, and that was probably the worst part of all of it.

Then he nods. Bobbing his head the smallest bit and hardly giving him a second glance, “Okay, that should be fine.” Lewis says. The sharp, stinging coldness of his voice piercing through Arthurs chest and he didn’t know what to do with the bleeding pain. The regret. Guilt. It should have been him, not you his mind practically screams. 

But he turns away, gripping a sponge and holding it until scalding water, and scraping it harshly against the bowl full of grease.

It would have been fine. His heart will stop racing and they can talk about this like adults, and it’ll be fine. He doesn’t have to tell Lewis anything, and hide so much from him, and it’ll be fine. It will be fine.

Lewis, has other plans. Reaching over Arthurs arm with a small excuse me floating between them, Lewis sets one bowl down gingerly into the drying rack, and Arthur gets a warning to go faster from the sirens in his skull. He scrubs his bowl a few seconds too long.

Finally, “Arthur, why are you doing all of this?” 

Arthur feels like a jolt of electricity ran along his arms and fried the veins in his biceps. They’re far too tight and his mind fixates to that issue in an attempt to ignore what was asked. 

“Wh-whadda mean?”

“The car, the gifts. Being- ... so ridiculously nice to me.” Arthur didn’t have to look up to know that Lewis was looking at him, a specific sternness, a power to him that struck Arthur as familiar. And it occurs to him again why was was so scared of Lewis all those months ago. If Lewis could sense his anxiety, he doesn’t comment, “I can’t tell it’s special treatment and I would rather hope it’s not.”

His thighs feel like jelly, knees slowly liquefying. “W-well.. your family...” 

What is the point in lying? The truth will come out soon enough, and then the animosity Arthur can feel would be worse. 

“Because.. I wanted to be your friend.. and...” he sputters lamely, unable to tear his eyes away from the shiny metal coating of the sink, “Y-your family is really nice to me, and I ... I wanted to make sure you’d be all set.”

Vivi isn’t here with anything to back him up. So what is he suppose to do with the bone crushing truth thats becoming heavier than the weight of the world. Hide that and the pain as it bleeds into his legs and feet and this pathetic jive he does to dance around it?

”Why?”

“I-“ Drumming his fingers against the next bowl, he forces his energy to push out through the sponge, “I thought that.. offering something... would help that? Show that I was..” Kind? Trust worthy? God, how did he do this last summer- 

Lewis scoffs, “If you wanted to know me, simply speaking to me would have been much easier.” He twists himself back, picking up his own sponge and grinding it against another one of his bowls. “I don’t like presents. Gifts and the like- it’s different if you’re family, but you aren’t. I would much rather you not give me anything again.”

Ouch. His chest aches like something slashed through it, like the scar against his stomach was ripping open again-

He forces his jaw to unlock, “Yeah, yeah... no gifts. I can respect that.. of course.”

The air doesn’t lose its tension. It was getting harder to distinguish logic and memory.

Becoming more difficult to keep his mouth shut. Not say anything. Not ruin this even more than he already has. He should excuse himself and text Vivi, god- god he cant keep this to himself. But the pressure ripples up and down his back, and his nerves burn with the sensation of being watched. 

Arthur lifts his eyes, and Lewis is scowling. The guilt, the regret triples. 

How can he tell him? 

How is he supposed to respond to this...?

“... Wasn’t my intention to make things... weird.. I promise..”

Lewis’s expression changes, becoming something much more angry- baffled and almost livid. “You don’t- you don’t know me, at all,” Yes I do, “and- and while I appreciated that you asked and that you didn’t force it on me.. we have only known each other for less than a day.” his voice strains, hushed and whispered and Arthur could tell that it was because Lewis didn’t want his sisters to hear. They were in their rooms. Arthur can’t ponder it because Lewis brushes a hand through his hair, disheveling his locks even more, “Hell! The fact that you’ve somehow captured the heart of my family is- it’s mind boggling!” The slips in Lewis’s voice stop hurting, and if it did, Arthur couldn’t distinguish it from the pangs of hurt rippling through his chest. 

“We did know each other. We met last summer.”

Lewis’s face contorts. Eyebrows knitted and mouth twisted in a surprised scowl. 

Shit.

“That isn’t possible, we didn’t meet once last year.” 

World thrown off kilter, Arthur takes a step back, needing way too much space too breath and Lewis was far too big. His breath like a dragon and if he didn’t calm down then- No, don’t assume to worst of him! You did this, you piece of shit! Tell him.

Arthur swallows, and he restrains his shaking shoulders. But the second he opens his mouth to retort absolutely nothing was able to get past the dry lump in his throat and his lips squeeze shut. He messed up, he knows he messed up the entire time because all do they consequences were beginning to unfold and-

“L-look, It’s.. shit, it’s really complicated and I- I wasn’t suppose to tell you..?” Arthur claps a palm against his eye and his chest rises raggedly. Unable to make out the definitions in Lewis’s face that showed clear as day that he didn’t believe him. “Last summer, Vivi invited us both on the camping trip- she was planning it for months and then- and then-!” Arthurs head blue screens, empty and the memory doesn’t come up like he wants it too.

But he can feel it, he can taste embers in his teeth and soot clinging to his hair and hear the marching of feet that stamped out his heartbeat. Shit. Shit shit shit, why was he saying it- why can’t he finish it-!!

Trees, trees and eyes and hundreds of legs and-

Blink once and he was still there. Blink twice and he was in front of Lewis. Who looms there with a growing agitation. 

“When was this?” Lewis demands, “I didn’t go on a camping trip at all last year, and Vivi didn’t invite me to one either!”

The group. Following it. Glaring and approaching with sticks and spears and knives and needles-

And Lewis. Lewis. Covered in blood and why was there so much blood?

Arthur gasps, moving back and his mind stalls with terror. Too close, too close to close back away back away BACK AWAY-! Lewis is so close and so angry and his heart pounds and ears ring and-

Ding!

They both freeze. Lewis’s eyes flicker back to the oven, and he straightens up. He grumbles a small bit, but Arthur would be lying if he said he could be happier to have Lewis’s attention diverted. 

He doesn’t move. Watching Lewis carefully with bated breath, doing everything in his power to contact any spirit or god to move his feet so that way he can breathe for a single moment if given the chance. 

And to halt whatever memories that may be resurfacing.

Please don’t make him go through that again, make us relive it.

DRINGG... 

Snapping out of his cycle of thinking, his head snaps over to the table where his phone gave a thunderous roar. Vivi. Vivi’s calling.

“S.. sorry Lewis,” Reaching out, he snags it before it could dance it’s way off the table, “Gotta tale this.”

He didn’t look at Lewis’s and Lewis didn’t look back at him. But a soft grumble follows him as he steps into the living room. 

Cayenne is there, headphones on and playing video games, but she moves one of the pods from her ear and tilts her head at him, “What’re you two fighting about-“

“Not now,” Arthur mumbles, clicking the accept button and holding the phone up to his ear, “Vivi, talk to me.”

A brief second of quiet and groaning follows, a bead squeaking, ”I.. good news or bad news first.”

His stomach drops, how low? He couldn’t figure it out, “Bad news,”

Vivi laughs, giggles, ”Uh... attack. Jiji isn’t here so uh.. can you come over? Good news is that I found the.. the th- ing!” Her voice peaks, pain lacing her tone. The image of Vivi bumping into something flies in front of his minds eye and his teeth grit, panic sky rocketing. 

”G..god... fuckin head... hurts... good boy, Mystery..”

“Yes, yes, I’ll be over in fifteen minutes. Are you in bed?”

”On my side..”

Arthur lets out a shuddering sigh of relief, and spares a glance over his shoulder at Lewis. Said man had been peering through the kitchen door and his face no longer adorned that look of hatred, instead, concern.

“Okay, good. Good, have Mystery grab your trash can, I’ll- we-? May be over in a few minutes.”

”Ooookie- doki..” she breaths, and the like goes dead. 

Instantly, Lewis speaks up, now beside him and worry lacing his knitted eyebrows, “What happened?”

“A .. an attack.”

Lewis’s distress triples, and he nearly smacked his hands against his mouth, “Again-? Oh god, she was doing so well-!” His demeanor switches immediately, and Lewis dashes across the living room to look out the window, ignoring how Cayenne groaned. Searching for-

Arthur pats his pockets, hearing the jingle of his keys and the chatting of his teeth. This was too much for one day, Jesus Christ.

“Hey- I.. I got my keys, so-“

Lewis pops back up instantly, “Good. C’mon, let’s go.” Lewis then commands, and both of them were out the back door. Sprinting across the parking lot. All while Arthur tried desperately to grab for any conclusion. He was mad- just like that- and now he’s not?? It was like he flipped a switch or something-!

Arthur grabs the handle of the drivers seat, unlocks the rest of the doors and jams his keys into the ignition. Hopping in right after, Lewis clutches the door handle and and middle console. As if ready to jump out at any moment. 

Oh yeah, he was a theatre kid, wasn’t he?

He’s too tired for this. But then again, Arthur didn’t matter right now. The only thing that mattered was that they get to Vivi as soon as possible.

Soon enough, they’re on the road, and Arthur’s skin starts to crawl all over again. Eyebrows furrowing together as he peers over at the excited Lewis, his knee now bouncing.

Ignoring the fact that maybe a few minutes ago, Lewis was seconds away from yelling at him, Arthur asks, “When you guys were at school, did she have these attacks a lot?” 

He didn’t see it at first but Lewis’s gaze drops, guilt blooming across it the second it does, and he nods. “Yes.. she- she usually had them after phone calls and- thankfully most only occurred in her dorm room..  Goodness I was always so scared for her.. I can’t believe I forgot.” He whines a tad bit, drumming his fingers against the door handle.

Shit, shit was it after his calls? Just how long has he been destroying their li- the thought buries itself, because beside him Lewis once again huffs something under his breath. 

“What?” 

”Nothing.” Lewis sighs, a bit heavily too, before a few seconds pass and he relents, turning and opening his mouth, “Wh-.. how do you know Vivi?” 

Arthur blinks in a momentary wave of shock, raking his brain for a short second for the specifics. 

“I- I kinda knew her ever since I was,... four. But we only became.. friends within the last few years.” Was Lewis trying to see if he was a credible source? Smart. But the implications of that almost brings a scowl to his face...

Until he realizes why he is probably anything but trustworthy. It didn’t help to punch in his chest. 

The rest of the drive is silent, Arthur didn’t dare to look over at Lewis unless it was necessary and Lewis kept glancing at his phone. 

That is, until the blue and beige house comes into view. The driveway is completely empty and a shuffle at the window indicates that someone was already there. No one bad, of course, because it was someone meaning harm, Mystery wouldn’t be checking the windows for when they arrived.

The dog jumps up, both paws pressed against the window before he scuffles out of sight. But the dog begins to scratch at the door, evident but the loud repetitive scraping noise against the wooden door when Arthur runs across the lawn. His keys dangling between his fidgety fingers and he runs into the door. Fiddling with all of them chiming digits. So focused on yanking out the single key bedazzled with the letter Y, that he didn’t even process the giant shadow trapping him in. Nor the mass of jumbled anxiety and evident fear seeping off Lewis like sweat. Not like he would be able to distinguish between them-

The door clicks open. Arthur throws it open and without even thinking to remove his shoes he leaps over Mystery’s erratic form and races the dog down to Vivi’s room.

Down the hall and to the right- Mystery beats him there. Heavier footfalls and the door shutting behind him slips past his mind. Instead, he slips into the room and-

“Vivi-?!”

In his mind, he was sure that she would be on the floor, sprawled out with her glasses  scattered away from her, surrounded by pictures and books and paper. 

For the most part, the scene was exact, except for the most crucial part being that Vivi isn’t on the ground and pushing herself up weakly. Instead- heavy snores brings his sight to the bed pressed for he corner of the room. Relief washes over him, not faltering even with Lewis bumping into him to peer inside. Buried in a bundle of blue comforters and light yellow sheets, Vivi’s hair sprawls out over the pillow. 

Shuffling past them, Mystery whines and scratches at Lewis’s thigh. A water bottle in between his jaw. Blinking dumbly, Lewis connects the dots and takes the bottle. 

“I’ll be right back,” he murmurs, Arthur hardly acknowledges him past a short “yeah” and a thumbs up. More worried and preoccupied in making sure nothing was blocking Vivi’s airway. Only jumping to alertness as the bed bounces. Mystery takes his place behind her legs and plops his head on her hip. Yawning. 

And pointedly looking at him, nodding to the floor.

Shoving down the feeling that it looked way too ... deliberate for a dog, Arthur turns to where he was looking, “Whats wrong boy.... oh..”

There it is. The photo book, and several piles surrounding it on the floor.

Arthur’s unable till year his gaze away from it. Breath trapped in his throat and Arthur can’t see Lewis when he comes back. But he can hear him, heavy footfalls and the way it made the ground shake, Lewis squeezes past him and kneels beside Vivi, the creak from his weight was the most noticeable. “Hey there, Sweetie.” A palm strokes her hair, “Feeling okay?”

If Arthur was more entranced with the book, now on his knees and scooping up the piles, taking small glances to determine their status and hiding and placing them likewise, he would have missed the way Vivi’s snore stutters and Mystery’s small noise. 

“Yes, I know... I know she’s asleep.” Lewis hums. Leaning all of his weight back onto his feet. Not saying anything. 

Then there’s silence. Second by second it pricks Arthur and he’s becoming enveloped in the months these photos were taken. Gingerly taking them, taking extra care in ensuring not a single one bent or crinkles. These memories were the last they had-! 

Arthur’s skin prickles with goose bumps. Flinching over and he faintly catches Lewis’s eye. 

Taking in the photographs. A mixture of blatant confusion and startled clarity.

Arthur’s stomach drops. A hand slapping down to grab the pile of loose photos that depicted a building in the tree lines and silhouettes and stains and light and every one of those fucking symbols-

A large, dark hand reaches forward and another pile is meticulously scooped up. 

Arthur’s entirety froze, and now it’s his turn to stare at Lewis, worry encapsulating him and he just prays he didn’t see what Arthur knew was in there. 

But Lewis, his eyes were glued to the photo at the top of his pile. 

A photograph, filled with evergreen trees that filtered out the setting sun. And three forms squeezed into the shot. The smallest, with deep blue eyes and a a s’more sticking out of her stretched lip, and a flaming marshmallow on a metal rod. A taller form, who was hugging against the form who took the photo, clearly soaked to the bone if the drips sliding down his face met anything. And the tallest, the photographer...

Was Lewis. 

A great big grin across his face and he looked like he was seconds from a hearty laugh. 

Lewis now, has his eyebrows furrowed together as his befuddlement grows. “What... what is this?”

Arthur wished he could move back, but there’s only so much room, instead, he unfolds his legs and rolls onto his behind. 

“They’re.. the photos from last year. It’s... it’s what we did that summer, on the trip you and I me-“ 

“I have no recollection of this trip-! I - I’m-?” 

It was too on the nose, even he could admit, but he still couldn’t help but flinch. Not until Lewis grasps his own hair and nearly pulls. The cogs in his head spinning and gnashing and grinding and please don’t let him remember that.

Arthur swallows, reaching up and meticulously nabbing the photo. He turns it around.

”A Night to remember”

The date, being June 12th.

Last year.

Arthur stares at it for too long, his wrist and fingers beginning to twitch and tremble. And a silent, quick breath has his gaze dart over to Lewis. 

Please don’t remember it, don’t remember the bad-

Heh, how funny how much he switches between those sentiments. Don’t let him remember yet do everything you can to remind him. What a dick move.

Lewis’s eyes look vacant and yet full of a single feeling that Arthur could only guess the sensation. But then, Lewis leans forward and he flips the book to the first page, and inscribed along the top of the page was a simple message written in cursive- distinctly Lewis’s handwriting.

We made it : )

The rest of the photos were the progression of the first day. Scattered between a multitude of stacked and layered photos of insects, flowers, tree bark, and the sunlight. There's a before and after picture of the camping place they chose. Full of twigs and branches and bushes, most of which were too much in the way- hecked down and then used as fuel for the fire that slowly grew- if the cinderblocks positioned in a circle meant anything. Coolers came next and so did a tent beside the Van. The sun was slowly beginning to fall through all of them, the light casting warm rays on their skin as the cool air settles around them. Arthur can still make out every single breeze...

Then, there was a new stack. Of the stars, And under it is a sloppy handwritten caption; “How great is it to see the world through nature's eyes" -Lewis Pepper

Arthur could have laughed. Lewis had said that randomly while they stargazed, eyes glimmering and bright and smiling softly in the way that he did. It threw them off so much that Vivi scrambled to write it down. A permanent reminder of their time together, and things like that cant just go unquoted, Vivi had said. In the blink of an eye, Arthur is looking down at Lewis's hands. Flipping the page and taking in each photo and its contents for so long Arthur could have made the joke that he had a quiz about it...

Did Lewis still do that? He asks himself, a shuddering breath rumbling down his lungs, and he resists the urge to take in his face, still made poetry out of the air and the breeze? Point out the smallest things and phrasing it in such a way that everyone around him fell in love with it?

One can only hope...

Glancing back, Arthur reaches forward, fingering the edges of certain photographs where their smiles were brightest. He wished he could go back. Peel those photos out and make a portal in the floor out of twigs and cinder blocks where the sky was infinite and all he knew was Vivi, Mystery... and Lewis. He would give anything for the calm and peaceful realities these photos reflected. 

Among those pages, something started to stick out- every day has a good morning and goodnight photo and each and everyone looked too similar now that he was staring at them so intensely. Each one always had the three of them together. Snuggled up under the blankets or blinking blearily against the light of the sun. One even featured Vivi flipping it off. 

Then there was the fun photos. Various antics like collecting things and discovering a river and deer. A few were just of Arthur and Vivi being as creepy as they could. Standing against the treeline, resembling shadows. Sometimes standing in the middle of the night, staring off into the distance like they saw something...

Man, they caused Lew so much grief with that shit.. Arthur smiles fondly. 

Over the month, they must have taken hundreds of photos, and even more cameras had to be sacrificed for said photos. Arthur could tell the distinct camera they used simply by the imperfection those photos had. 

A scratch, a wrinkle, sometimes there was spots of light and glares they couldn't fix. Color faded in the corners of a few and some of them had the faintest blur in them. Hazy grains, a line down the center...

They only saved the best for the book... Arthur wishes all of them were here.

Lewis was... silent. Very slowly beginning to ask questions about what was happening in one photo. What they were doing, why they were there.. why his parents allowed him to leave.. All until there was no more questions to ask and Lewis was left there, drained... Reeling. 

What he didn't mention though, something that was prodding at Arthur as the observation clouded the room and hugged at his shoulders in some overwhelming mass.

The Development of their relationship.

In just a few pages, there was an obvious shift. Starting out with silly poses and a clear tension between the two, to the pictures of just them two with their arms slung around each others sides and snuggled under a blanket together. Card games, hugs, setting a campfire, feeding each other the smores. Hugging, cuddling as they fell asleep and tangled together when they woke up. Gazing into eachothers eyes and Vivi's various faces as she picked up on it- 

Lewis flipped another page, and a small gasp rips Arthur attention toward him. He looked- horrified? Startled? Baffled-

Arthur's eyes slip down, and the bolded, decorated words allowed the puzzle pieces fall into place.

First Kiss

Several photos are pressed into the pages, all showing Lewis and Arthur talking. Lewis, hovering and coming much closer. 

Diving into a kiss, the same time that Vivi caught Arthurs attention and caused him to turn into it. What was suppose to be a cheek kiss quickly shuffled and dance into a mouth one. 

The next picture has them staring at each other, clearly shocked. 

And the one after that was Arthur leaning into Lewis and returning it. Happy. Deliberate. 

And now so completely unattainable. Arthur thinks to himself bitterly, eyes trailing down to the hand written message, cursive letters. 

I asked him out two minutes afterward.

He said yes <3

Followed by a half scribbled message, Arthurs handwriting, And cried. 

Shoulders shaking, Arthur takes in a long breath to fill his lungs and hide his lip quivering.

“No wonder you wanted to kiss me...” Lewis suddenly says, popping Arthur out of his bubble, expression overcome with clarity and a thoughtfulness that Arthur couldn’t pinpoint. Eyeing the pictures and dragging his fingertips against the photo. 

Arthur swallows, choking as Lewis’s tone spoke eons more than his battered thoughts did. He waves his hands fast ad hard (how he didn’t snap then was almost beyond him) “It- it doesn’t- look man, just because something was there before-! It doesn’t mean you have to do this again or anything-! I don’t mind it-“ 

Lewis glances up at him, eyes so much softer than how they were less than an hour ago, and Arthur freezes once more at the startling contrast. Not that he minded.. Lewis huffs out a small laugh, head turning and fluffy hair circling his head- even more messy than before, but sometimes things called for that, didn't they- “No, it just.. makes sense,” Lewis says, immense shoulders squeezing together and framing his chin awkwardly, “l... I guess I didn’t really... forget that aspect of it.”

Arthur’s stomach worms. Filling with soda fizz and bubbles that will most likely make him vomit if not for- “Wh-Wha?”

A dusting of red warms Lewis’s skin, his head lulling to the side and Arthur couldn’t see his eyes anymore, “I’ve been thinking of you none stop since-.. since you paid off the car,” Lewis admits, and the mention has reflections of the past few days flashing in his head. Chugging his wine, eyeing him that way when Arthur came in, the odd stammering he had. Shy. He was sorta shy about this stuff then, right..? “Pining, I’m pretty sure that's what it's called.”

Was- was his heart racing right now? Arthur blinks rapidly and the thumping refuses to stop no matter how many times he recites a prayer in his mind. Yet, failing to hold back the prickles dancing up his skin and making his vision blur with- Oh fuck, oh fuck don’t start crying I know you’re emotional but come on-

“I guess we’re even then.”

Lewis tilts his head, baffled for less than a second, before a laugh betrays him, “That- that doesn’t make sense. You should elaborate-”

“Doesn’t have to be,” Arthur said, a dopey grin replacing the shock and shame that started to persist, “I’ve- i've been pinning too- this whole time-” 

A second wave of clarity strikes Lewis, and Arthur can't tell if he simply missed what he said or what he said reminded him of something even more important-

“Why did I forget this- us?” The waver in his voice was enough to make Arthurs heart still. And his breath, which he notices too late as his eyes trail toward the pages and sweat starts to dot his hands. 

He was hoping Lewis wouldn’t ask. Wouldn’t- pay attention to that.. But that wasn’t realistic. Arthur reminds himself, taking a deep breath and shoving the crinkling branches and elongated limbs out of his head, “We… we ran into a cult..”

The words came out easier than he thought it would, accompanied by a wheeze if anything from his tightly clenched throat. What wasn’t easy to hold back was the floodgates of those memories that would spray out of his mouth like a waterfall. “It looked like a retreat at first- mostly.. Couples and .. shit, I don’t know…” tall forest shadows that weren't evergreens. “We- we didn’t even see em, like- for the first… month in a half, we were unaware that they even existed...” Arthur fights back a cough, a shudder yanks at his chest, fear fighting to get out, all of it trying to leap out, “At the time- at the time were just figured it was.. Hikers. Things of that nature.. But Vivi- Vivi found a tree-house and a couple was there. I didn’t met them but they were-... they were scared.” Screeching, jolting them awake in the middle of the night. “Something- happened. They.. I guess they got into trouble one night, because they ran into our camp and-.. fuck- something was following them.”

It was long, with the body of a snake and dozens of legs like a centipede. Rustling through the forest like an army just rustling after those two people… 

It looked like a woman- 

A hand grips his shoulder, and Arthur lurches back, eyes wide, ears ringing as he's yanked out of those memories like a fish out of water and his mouth opened and closed- trying to gasp in air-

Lewis pulls back, eyes wide and eyebrows arched as he sees what he’s done, “S-sorry-! Arthur..” His shock slips into something else, stronger, and a comorting wave resonates off him and Arthur's trembling settles for hardly a minute. Lewis presses his palm against Arthurs shoulder blade again, hesitant at first but... “You don’t have to tell me anymore, I.. I- we can talk about it again, later, but-”

“No,” Lewis's hand retracts and Arthur mourns the lost warmth, “I- .. you deserve to know…”

“Not when the thought of it sends you into hysterics, Arthur, you don’t deserve that-”

Arthur snaps his head up so quick that his neck strains, “But I- I didn’t suffer like you guys did-!” His ears are swimming, and it sounds like he's under water, hardly able to understand himself past the echos and the expressions covering Lewis’s face, “I’m the only one who had it easy enough to even retain those months- the very least I can do is let you know what happened-” 

Bonk.

And just like that, the world clears up. 

They aren’t in a forest, facing off with a centipede woman. 

They’re in Vivi’s room, surrounded by photos and light pouring in, illuminating the glow of Lewis’s form- “Will you shut up about that?” 

Both of them whip back, facing Vivi who is holding the cardboard tube of gift wrapping paper, a look of irritation clear on her face. As well as a bone deep tiredness. She glowers, holding up the tube and bonking him again. “You, were just as traumatized as us, the only difference is that Lewis can't remember at all, and I get attacks when I try to. But you remember all of it, that’s probably worse.”

Frowning tightly, Lewis glances between the two rapidly, “Wait-! What happened, what did the - the cult?- do to us?” 

Vivi shrugs, slumping into her pillow, “I’ll be honest, Lew. I have no clue.” She glances over at Arthur, who sits straight up as her eyes meet his, gulping back anxiously, “But- don’t bully him to tell you, as you can tell what that does-“

“A-ah!” Arthur bounces to attention, forcing a wide straining grin, “I can talk about it-! It wasn’t that bad-! I-“

“Arthur.” Lewis and Vivi say in usion, and Arthur falls silent, shame decorating his face. Vivi bonks him again, and the message goes through. Regardless she keeps talking, gaining a carefree smile, “It’s okay, we can talk about it later, like…. I don’t know, after the party? Which-“ until the gears in her head connect the relationship of now and said party. She leaps up, starting to push herself up and almost tumbling off the bed, “shit-! Shouldn’t we get ready for that?”

“It’s not for another few hours,” Lewis mentions, catching her as she flops onto him, a faint smile stretched across his fingers and Vivi groans with relief.

“Oh thank god-“ she said- or whined, letting her feet fall and Arthur catches them and brings them into his lap, massaging them lightly, taking in the frigid yet squishy feeling of her soles, “God.. I’m so tired, I just wanna nap..” 

“Well, no wonder,” Lewis responds, smiling and carding his fingers through her hair, slinging a pillow she was sleeping with and tucking it under her hair, before he continues with pride in his eyes, “you’ve been going to college ever since you were sixteen! On top of working, you deserve some rest.” He said that as if she didn’t already know the specifics, but she shrugs. Nevertheless, his expression did not lose that one little quirk. The small hint.

He wanted to know. Wanted to know everything.

Arthur takes a deep breath, and leans forward, grabbing the photo of all three of them together.

You two are the most amazing people I have ever met.

 Where Vivi was eating two mores, Arthur was soaked, and Lewis was… happy, “I can't tell you about.. The cult bu-but I can.. Tell you what happened before that…” The small offer made Lewis’s eyes light up. 

I can just see you two ruling the world…

Except his large shoulders sag, but he gives Arthur a smile. 

Neither of you deserved the suffering you went through.

“Sure, I’d like that.”

Arthurs leans forward, and he allows that memory to fill his head and fill the air around them. Telling the entire story, in full. Until Vivi was clutching her sides laughing and Lewis was grabbing another photo for him to explain.

But if I can make it up like this, then I will.

The stars from before, were tainted in his eyes, but he still explained the beauty they found in it.

“And Lewis said, brilliantly, Is this what it’s like, to see the world through nature's eyes?”

Now, the faintly glowing stars plastered to every inch of the ceiling looked more radiant. 

Or maybe, it was just them.

[hoseoksactualass]

delinquent's dilemma 

part I

pairing: taehyung x reader

genre: smut // a bit angst // a bit fluff 

word count: 9k+

warning/s: gets smuttier the longer you read // oral (male receiving) //  slight degradation (in the form of goading of course) // implications of abuse, violence, and alcohol usage // slice of life so not much plot yet 

summary: bad boy having a crisis and everything that comes with it 

HanSon (trans. One Hand) did not use to be HanSon. The four delinquents decided the title had a nice ring to their minor crimes once they snatched film major and transferee, Kim Taehyung into their rather roguish stratagems. 

Hwangbo “Party” University had also decided the now five Hwangbo malefactors were more willingly cool guys than dickheads. Lives of the party. Heartthrobs, heartbreakers. Cue cool exit, serene smiling, slow motion. 

And as it goes, the good guys of Hwangbo will go to heaven, but the bad boys? The HanSon-esque bad boys? They bring heaven to you. 

Within the precincts of Hwangbo, there’s one university, and with the vicinity alone not being hollowed, “Party” University takes up most of its population. The Digital Media building is a large complex, continuing east and a few gravel steps from Minsu Hall, although stood more towards where the sun sets. It’s still a brisk walk from the tree passages that cluster closer to the separate theater building. 

It’s the aged rooms of DigiMedia’s third floor anyway people with no inspiration to continue their portfolios like to coop up in, the same people still too on edge to submit them discontinued as well. You hate it, the way Taehyung holds his photobook too close to his face. 

“I’m just looking, geez,” you lean forward again, picking at the edge of the blank page of your portfolio until it dog-eared. Then you go on another silent in-your-head rant about how your professors demanded soft and hard copies of your photographs. They’re probably failures in life who ask for hard copies ‘cause they don’t know how to open the soft ones, anyway, you huff. “Loosen up, newbie.”

“You loosen up. And the year’s ending,” he looks up from his work. His eyes are somewhere else in the room, though. “You’re the only one who calls me newbie by now,” but he says so like he doesn’t care, whole lower lip munched in thought of something else. Something more his status, you guess. You roll your eyes. You can tick the shit out of him, and he won’t have your head for it. He has better things to worry about than someone of the same major. And of the same bed. A few times. 

“I call you that to spite you,” you shrug. He sits still, unperturbed by your vexing, a listless lift and wave of his hand when the other cluster of film majors in the room leaves without so as much as a word to you. “—but of course it doesn’t work,” you mumble the rest to yourself. 

It’s hard not to look at him, anyway. He leans far against his chair, too tall for the back rest to meet his head, but he knows how to flaunt it. Raven black hair sweeping back, exhaustion he fakes, because he knows he looks good with the “exasperated” upturn in his brows, jaw flexing after a yawn. And you miss it, miss the validation you get from making him feel ecstatic inside you, the same validation you lack from being so stray from inspiration being a film major. The praise that leaves his lips, along with the dignity of being part of Hwangbo’s Bad Boys. His sounds. His hands. 

You’re supposed to be checking in the dorm by now. This facade he had on wasn’t letting you. You lift your chair to an instant scoot next to him.

This is the game you like playing. You look at him like your only prospect is to, until he can stop pretending the skin where your eyes bore isn’t turning red like the rest of his troop taught him was the exact wrong way to respond.

“Hey, transferee, look at me,” you coo, a teasing edge to your tone, because you know the transferee label is put behind him. But you enjoy it, see the way he refuses to shrivel away from the new reputation of being the dashingly handsome addition to HanSon. It’s not like he wasn’t brought up well by these motherfuckers anyway, because he looks at you with a tight, bored lip and raised eyebrows like he’s taught. Hair disheveled gracefully, you nearly lose. Nearly. 

You swipe your tongue over your lip, pulling it back to a nibble. 

“Kiss me,” you say.

It’s like he’s prepared for this. He looks away, eyes torpidly slow as he tongues at the inside of his cheek. 

“You can put your face between my legs in a heartbeat, but you won’t kiss me when I ask?,” you tease before he says anything. 

He doesn’t budge, though. Doesn’t have to, when you can see it in the way he shifts in his seat. He exhales like he’s just had a throat-burning sip of something. “Look, _____, this— this?,” he gestures, moving his hand from you to him. “This is not— an “us” thing.” You gape, bored and unimpressed, but he’s too dumb to register it. Your hand’s too busy snaking up his thigh, anyway. 

“Yeah, did Yejun teach you how to say that?,” you chaff. His eyes go still. “He’s an awful kisser, did you know that? Maybe that’s why he teaches his little minions like you to avoid letting the chicks kiss ‘em anywhere other than their dicks, yeah?,” you ghost your face awfully close to his. 

It suits him, the errant maverick with money in his pockets look. He lets you tease him like it’s the only way he’ll show he’s not just the rich, new kid anymore, to you. Maybe that’s what makes it so exhilarating for the both of you. You with the forthcoming of fucking the Bad Boy out of him, and him toiling on proving you wrong. And maybe sneaking a picture up your skirt or something. He stares at your lips, licking at his own. 

“Do you want your dick kissed first, big boy? Like Yejun taught you—oh,” you almost jump when Taehyung grabs your wrist, stunning you in your place where you almost climb atop him from your chair. He eyes you, tongue playing with his lip as if deciding what to do with you. Then before you can bully him more, he kisses you. It’s hot and filthy where you want him soft and moaning, but you give into it, into the direct amount of tongue like all he wants is to taste inside you. You doubt he wouldn’t have handled you like this even if he wasn’t part of uni’s cool kids. 

You both pull away, audible breathing and Taehyung already wanting to shove his fingers past your waistband. You swat his hand away, though— something he’s learned he can’t stop you from doing, aiming for his neck like a blood-thirsty creature, wet lips across his jugular, and he smirks for it. “You’re something,” he half chuckles, letting you work his pants off, especially because he decided to wear the more tighter side of denim pants as if to really ask you to desire him. 

“Yeah? How many times have you said that this week?”

“Five?,” he spits back, making you tug down on his boxers a little rougher. He watches you work with a shit-eating grin on his face, lax on his seat as you take his cock out. His heart beats fast being placed on a pedestal like this. Meant for praise.

“And how many times did you mean it?,” you pull the garments down, Taehyung sitting his ass back on his seat. He’s too dull to think you know he’s playing with your heart, so you pretend. Pretend like you’re a special fuck. “Hm?,” you kiss his chest through his shirt.

He plays into it, too. “Just this once, babe,” he half laughs, eyes a closed and contented flutter when you grip him taut by the base. You stroke him dry, tight pumps he hides his moans to. You can hear it, though. Under the baritone of his breaths is a soft choke. A tiny whimper. That’s what you want to hear. Loud. You kiss your way down, listening intently to the hitches in his breaths until you’re too far down to hear. You almost nose at his dick, licking a lewd line up like it’s porn. “Fuck,” he twinges.

He eyes your ass, curved out exaggeratedly in your bent position. With both his hands, he gathers your hair to a tight tail, resting the other on the edge of his seat. You make sure you look at him, see if you can beat the espresso of lust in his eyes, and you close your lips around the tip.

“Yeah, you look so good like this,” he breathes out, pushing your head down. You keep your tongue flat, hard against him so he can feel it. His hips kick. “Hm—god,” he says when you bring your mouth up again. You almost forget to breathe through your nose when you sink down on him until he bottoms out in your throat. There’s something about how hard he toils on not showing what’s simmering inside, getting off on the little fetish he’s developed ever since you had him by the dick, and when it’s your mouth, it’s endgame.

You watch him, sweat prominent, and it looks hot on him. The upturn of his knitted brows in an attempt to squint the overwhelming feeling of your squeezed cheeks away. You only want to revel in it more, so you suck him one of many ways you know he likes. Paced, tight, set out to make sure you make the boy at the top of uni’s hierarchy cum.

“Holy shit—taking it so well,” his head’s tilted, heaving of his chest almost meeting the hang of his chin when he tries to watch you back. Your face feels muggy, in no memory of what you really came here for, because it’s never really a battle between Film school and Taehyung’s dick. You moan against him. “Fucking—fuck,” he throws his head back, the longer cuts of the top of his hair hanging over the back of his head. Eyes shut, mouth ajar. It’s not long when you feel that discomfort between your legs, rubbing your thighs shut to cut it out, but the way he sounds when he’s like this only coaxes it out more. It’s when he’s about to cum he almost loses his cool card. Just almost.

But this time, you grind for it. You want the underskin of his face submerged in blood, until he has to plead you to slow down. You want his restrained growling to turn into loud whimpering. You can taste he’s close.

“C-Close—I’m close,” his hips stammer, and you don’t slow down. You have the audacity to mewl against his cock, hair a damp, sluggish mess in the hold of his fist; it tightens, tightens, and you’re out of breath and need to let up, but it’s sharp— his taste, so you let him push your head far down until your throat’s coating in him. “Fuck—yeah,” he freezes before he twinges hard, finishing with your nose pressed to his crotch and your face burning. “Ugh, fuck, look at me,” he coos softly.

You meet eyes, yours teary, and you make sure you aggrandize the look of it. The small simper in his face and his breathing is enough that it draws a hollow line in his cheeks, and he looks at you with full knowledge his cum’s lodged down your throat.

He has the bend of his index finger under your chin. His thumb is soft against the edge of your lip.

You stare at each other like this. This, and you’re certain of it, is something no one like Sok Yejun had taught him. It’s one thing to be taught to fuck like a jock, but no one’s taught Taehyung how to take it like a demon. Your lips are still wet. He wipes with his thumb, a royal look on his face. He tilts your head so he can look in your mouth.

“Swallow,” he bites his lip. There’s a surge of want inside you. You keep your eyes on him when you attach your lips tightly and gulp down his fluids, making sure your face doesn’t twist. It’s like you wait to be fed again. But all you get is him fixing his pants up and checking his phone for the time. “I gotta go,” he straightens up. It’s almost as if you snap into your senses, scooting back into your seat. There’s a soft love tap on your cheek.

“With—With the boys, right?,” you’re picking at your portfolio again, eyes too wide when you look up at him.

He looks at you like he needed that response, as if making sure you know you’re not getting anything in return for now. “Yeah, see you?”

You throw caution to the wind and smack his ass with a rather loud “See ‘ya, new kid” when he makes his way to the exit.

Then, you’re aware it’s 7:30 something in the evening, and that only means one thing: dormmates stopped waiting on you for dinner.

You don’t know what you’re supposed to call it, but it keeps you up. It has something to do with the words skipping dinner, or maybe your mind’s winded up too loud again to let your eyes feel so as much as a hint of sleepy. You lay on your other side. You aren’t loud, but your shuffling’s repetitive enough that it may be discerned by Ri-na who you share a wall with. 

You sit up; there’s cold sweat making your shirt stick to your back, and it’s like routine. You grab your DSLR. What makes sense to you now is that whatever the living fuck it was that was keeping you awake, you’ll freeze it into a photo, disheartened that ISO 100 is too dark for there to be no noise in the product, but it’s enough that you aren’t tossing in bed anymore. 

Yoo-mi is sound across you. She’s a simple human for a simple room, one side to her personality like there’s four corners in the room you share, and her feet always peeks out from under her blanket when she sleeps. She sleeps with a smile, too, and it makes you wonder what great nightly torment you could have avoided if you weren’t a film student. It’s still too creepy to put that slumbrous smile in your portfolio, so you settle to the window. 

There’s a certain exposure you want to capture. You depict the fine finish of your portfolio in your head, and it’s as much a heartwarmer as hot cocoa on a holiday and the viewfinder being a perfect fit for your eye. It’s a fleet-footed walk to the male dormitory. The building stands a twin so near, you can’t see the walkway from the floor you’re in. The window across yours has vertical blinds. You pull up yours and open the window next. 

Before you can even lift the camera to your face, perched on the windowsill and overlooking the stories below you, you’re caught by something, someone leaning against the wall of the male dorm. He’s too far below, but it’s not that high that you don’t see the fogging of his breath in the night. 

Taehyung is easy to recognise. That’s also what everyone thought the first time they ever saw him nearly ten months ago in the confines of Hwangbo University. Attractive like he is in his element now, head leant on the wall, hair still and straight over his forehead, almost tickling his eyes, knees bent as armrests, and hands fiddling with each other. You think of taking a photo, but that’s not what you do. 

You:

Up here

Sent 12:14 a.m.

Bummer if he didn’t take his phone out with him, but that isn’t the case when you see his pocket light up. He perks up like he’s just realised what trance he had been in. You put your camera away, arms folded to your chest when you make sure you safely perch out enough that he sees. The way he perks his head up is cute, and more so when his lips pull into a smile. He doesn’t wave. Just hangs his head again and types. 

Transferee sent you a message:

how’d you know i was here?

Sent 12:15 a.m.

You:

Was trying for my portfolio but saw u instead

What are u doing down there?

Sent 12:15 a.m.

He runs his hand through his hair but from the back, burying his fingers under the hair on the back of his head. Soft scratching, and you take note of that as something you’ll use when you’re both naked and on each other in the haze of an afterfuck. He stalls before typing as if rereading your second message. 

Transferee sent you a message:

smd again and i’ll tell you?

Sent 12:16 a.m. 

You:

Do u lowball every girl you talk to?

Sent 12:16 a.m.

Transferee sent you a message:

it’s just you, for now

also srsly come down here 

Sent 12:16 a.m.

There’s also this thing about Taehyung. It’s predominant in the way he tucks his phone into his pocket, shakes his hair from his eyes, and looks up at you. It’s not like you would sneak out 3 hours past the curfew just to meet up with one of the campus’ most cardinal personalities, but he looks at you like you know you’re gonna sneak out anyway. And like hell you wouldn’t now. 

Hwangbo University is coined Party University for the exact reason that nobody gives a fuck what you do anyway. It’s no different than others, but here, it’s almost heritage. If you listen close enough, beneath the dorm floors is a boosted bass and clinking beer bottles, but you tiptoe carefully nevertheless like you’ll be taunted by the slightest hint of sound you make. 

When you step outside, continue a few meters to the left, and make a sharp hairpin turn with your feet, Taehyung sits where you left him save for the way his head’s pointed directly at you like he was looking that way this whole time. Oh, and you have the strap of your DSLR camera around your neck. You still hold it in place, though, and the way he sits there and just gapes at you makes you act by impulse. You snap a picture, and he couldn’t care any less. After all, it’s the zeal you have as a film student Taehyung lingers with, because there’s always something to him about making you cum and seeing your eyes get lost when you’re thinking about taking pictures again. 

“Hi,” you blink. You walk until you’re close enough to notice the drying wet of his hair. 

“Was with them,” he clears his throat before you ask. 

“HanSon?”

There’s a pause. He sucks in his lips into a thin line and nods. Flits of moments like this with him were dubious. Around the four jocks that were HanSon, Taehyung stood inches taller, but he wears their signature smirk on his face like he didn’t have to learn it. Now in the way he’s sat next to where you squat down, he seems like someone you never met, although uncannily familiar of. Soft, blinking eyes with eyelashes that arrow straight down. He’s thinking, but of what, you have no idea. What you know is that he looks spent. Guilt-ridden, almost. 

“What’s on your mind?,” you lean forward, tilting to your head to take a good look at him. 

“You,” he jokes, looking up with a smug smile from where he hangs his head, but it gets you somewhere in the chest anyway. “And a lot of other things.”

“And a lot of other girls,” you sit your butt down, mimicking the way he sat when you were still stories above him. 

“Yeah, no,” he exhales like he’s just taken a swig of something you don’t know of. He lugs in his place, ass heavy, but he already has your full attention.

You let the night allow you to act like an airhead. “Oh? A playboy is thinking about just one girl?”

“Shut up,” he knows you’re messing around, though, half laughing as he hangs his head to the ground.

The night is very noisy to you, through pictures at least. Grain and shit exposure from the light, and it closes around your ears like it’s sound. It’s grain as well— how Taehyung was acting. It was as if you were coaxing for something like a spoilt child and are now shut up for being served it directly. He’s soft-spoken, lit evenly on the edges of his skin. You can’t bring yourself to take another picture.

“Every HanSon kickback’s just starting to feel like a fucking meeting,” he almost laughs when he says it. You blink at the slur on his tongue. His voice softens when he continues, though, so he could blame you for listening in on what sick problems he’s witnessed instead of making you believed he’s saying them by choice. He is saying them by choice, just makes it sound like the former. “Force me to get drunk, exchange sick pictures of girls, record their body count, hell, I wouldn’t be surprised if they made me suck their dicks.”

You feel slightly bad that it’s the second thing he mentioned that sticks. You flatten every crease on the silk of your shorts, but it only makes you look more like you don’t know how to respond. All you’ve ever done was try to fuck him until he cried and have a go at his expensive cameras— both you’d fail at. So you’re shoved under the limelight at something you knew was coming but was too abrupt. He doesn’t wait for your response, anyway. At least he doesn’t sound like he is.

Now, he’s picking at a pebble and scratching it at the gravel next to his feet. “Yejun talks an awful mouthful about you,” he says that like he waits for you to say something.

It’s kin to making you look bad— how it’s just now you respond. “I don’t give a fuck about Yejun.” You do about what he says, though. Probably something about your tits. Then now, you’re not so sure.

“Yeah, well, he seems to give a lot of fucks about that one time you slept together—”

“We didn’t sleep together, Tae,” there’s a ludicrous grit to your teeth and your head snapping up at him. He meets eyes but doesn’t move, and his gape is like an extinguisher that waters at your nerves lest he’d like to see you combust. Everyone in uni knows about what Yejun says about someone. About you, and everyone wears it like a fucking medal, beating you to the ground, because they worship he who’s an ace at lacrosse just as much as he bases making out off hentai. You hate his guts, but the recoil in Taehyung’s eyes tells you it’s a story for another day. “I don’t give a fuck about anything about him.”

The air around the pair of you is as off-putting as acrid smoke. “Wanna know what he says?”

“I said I don’t give a fuck—”

“Wanna know what he says?,” his voice gets louder, you have to perk your head up to see if anyone’s looking at you behind something. You feel like crying.

“No, Taehyung, I don’t want to. I hate it.”

You don’t know what you mean when you say it. It carries enough load to lift off what you feel in the dip of your sternum. It also might be hunger. “Me, too,” he softens again.

“Then why do you tolerate him?”

“Can we talk about this another time? I feel sick.”

“Just tell me why.”

“My room,” he stands up, dusting his bottom. You aren’t aware, but you straighten up and try to buff yourself at the chest like he isn’t nearly a foot taller.

“You let me come down here and say shit everyone knows has been eating away at my fucking brain, and when I ask you why you fucking hang out with Sok Yejun, you—”

“In. My. Room,” all you see is red until he’s clutched you by your wrist again. It’s rainy weather short of coming off as some bad drama. “Let’s talk about this in my room. Not out here where he could be fucking listening. He has ears everywhere; I would know.”

It’s true, but you scoff anyway, feet leaden when you follow him until you’ve reached the steps of the male dormitory. It’s then you sneak even if it’s easy. The building is no different from the female’s next to it, save for something you can’t pinpoint due to the form of your disposition being asked about your past encounters with Sok Yejun; the thought of the name was even more repugnant to you. 

“Go ahead. You know where my room is,” Taehyung remains composed, a few steps behind you and hands in his pockets. You felt like bait being pushed, surrounded by unwanted testosterone and dreadful silence. 

“Don’t be cocky,” you spit, but you’ve been to his room enough times that your feet recollect it more than your mind does. Second floor, third room from the staircase at the far end of the hall. It’s exactly the same as before. Not that there were slivers of moments his room stood a different way; it just always seemed still. Stagnant, not lived in, maybe a bit too clean. You only realise you’re actually astood in the room when he closes the door behind him. “So tell me.”

“Tell you what?,” he hasn’t moved into the light, but it’s enough that you see the stern of his expression. 

You glare at him. “Why you kiss up to your... gang,” you say the last word, stressing the repulsion on your tongue. 

“I’m quitting.” 

You can be pissed at the way he has you by his surprises again, but it’s not like quitting HanSon wasn’t a good thing. It’s what you’d have a sit down with him to debate on, words from a victim’s perspective, something you’d feel content in seeing contemplation in the way he’d chew on his lip, but now he propositions directly over what you’ve been dwelling on and never had the balls to straightforwardly say to him. 

“I... You’re the only person I could tell,” he seems apologetic. “I know I fuck around a lot, but there’s... other shit we’ve done, and I pretend I like it,” he fiddles with his fingers, a fake, hesitant, heartbreaking smile on his lips. “I’m out this time.”

“You’re—,” you swallow. “—so confusing, but I-”

“I don’t want Yejun making me do shitty things anymore. Bad things. It’s not me.”

You don’t know what Taehyung’s seen. Contrite is what you feel for letting the fact he’s tolerated what you know goes on in HanSon over the fact Taehyung seems sincere about change; you almost couldn’t stand the reality that you had slept with him and will continue to. “Jesus, Tae,” you palm at your head as if feeling for sickness. You sigh and set your camera on his desk behind you. “What have they done to you?”

He looks like he might cry. “You understand me, right?”

You rub at your shorts again like it flats out your nerves. “I... do. Yeah.”

Your hands play at the edge of his desk behind you, your stance an unintentional invitation for Taehyung to bring himself closer to you, but the way he does it seems like he wouldn’t have left you a choice anyway. “You do? You believe me?”

“I don’t know why it’s hard not to when you’re suddenly not a fucking airhead anymore.” He gulps. You search his eyes, but he doesn’t look at you. His eyes are downcast to your lips, but you greet the angst of it with the fanning of his hot breath. “Look at me.”

He does instantly, meeting eyes, and you’d lie if you would say there was nothing you felt inside at that. You crack a slow smile, trying to get the foul of the air to light up, and it’s easy when he’s vulnerable like this, this being the first cases of many. He smiles back sheepishly, hit by the realisation that he’s stripped his softness bare in front of you, and in no time, the pair of you had bowed your heads in fits of soft laughing. You weren’t one to wish for time to freeze, but there was something about it you’d consider at this very minute. It doesn’t take long before Taehyung is biting down on the back of his hand in an attempt to choke himself down on his own boxy laughter, voice cracking that stubborn way when he’s laughing too hard. It’s contagious, and you laugh at each other like this, Taehyung trying to turn away from you, but you always scramble to his direction like you can’t get enough of him. 

“What are you doing? Are you crying?,” you tease, on your toes to get a good look at his face. He doesn’t need to answer, his finger wiping stray tears on the corner of his eyes sufficing. His laughs slow to faint chuckles, but he still turns away from you like any more second spent looking at you would kill his guts. 

“Fuck off, I’m not crying; this is just—,” he interrupts himself with laughter yet again, bending over lest he wants his ribs to stab himself. The smile on your face was something that made your cheeks start to ache. Pure amusement. “I just— never thought I’d fucking hate Yejun now, when he took me in.”

You roll your eyes. “He didn’t take you in; you had a fuckable face, and he knew HanSon would look good with you in it,” you sneer— an excuse to turn your head away, because his face is too close. He looks at your lips like he gets off on your cursing. The air stills somehow, settling hot on the both of you, and you’re puzzled at the flush on your face, because you were never flustered like this. “...but who am I to say?,” your voice falters in a second attempt to search his eyes, but all he was fixated on was your lips.

“Uhuh,” he tongued at his cheek. You try to look over his shoulder, maybe somewhere in the corner of his room, but it doesn’t work. You try to huff out a laugh.

“Stop pretending I’m not here, you dick— oomph!”

Against his own desk is where Taehyung feverishly kisses you, your breaths held tight at the action, and he does so like he had been waiting for this for a stretch of time. He lets his lips linger for a little longer, completely sucking away your breath before he makes you catch it when he tongues down your neck as if ready to sink his teeth down on your skin any second. The thought makes you tremble. “I want you,” he mutters, kissing your torso down from through your shirt, eyes locked on yours. You sit down on the desk, unperturbed at its slight creaking down. “Since the moment you walked down in these. Showing so much skin,” he pulls the waistbands of your shorts and panties down, and your breath jerks at the sudden waft of air. “I’m sorry— just let me touch you.”

“Slowly,” you whisper. Taehyung gets on his knees swiftly anyway, lifting your right leg to prop on his shoulder before he kisses in to your thigh. “Don’t be mean,” you sigh, softly tugging at his hair. He smirks. “If you’re gonna eat me out out of the blue after going all heart to heart with me, don’t stall.”

“What, you minx? Can’t you let me see how wet you are for me first?,” he speaks with innocence in his tone. You nibble on your lip. He drags his index finger along your slit up and lets the minimal fluid slide to the hood of your clit. You inhale sharply. “Wanna taste you.”

“So do it,” you tug on his hair again, this time trying to drag your nails across his scalp, and he shivers so you know it works. He kisses the mound of your crotch, scratching certain that you hear it when he takes in your scent.

“I really wanna,” he licks you up, kitten strips across your clit, and you hiss at its burn. You yank at his hair, and he groans. “Make this cunt all fucking mine.”

“Fuck—more, Tae,” you brush his hair from his forehead. There’s a gentle way to how he looks up at you, but it’s nothing soft. He still has that entity with him, something set out for something. “Please.”

You have him at that, lips and tongue on perfect bearing to have you falling apart on his face. He eats you out for the object of it, like he projects his gulped down stress into your pussy; coping has never tasted sweeter. 

Your eyes shut, brows downturned like you plead for it. Trying to keep shut, but it seems that’s not what he wants when he delves in harder. Your body twinges. “G-God—fuck-”

Having you on his face is something he always gets done. He’s obsessed with it. He’ll keep his eyes peeled for every roll of your hips and the way your face twitches at his tongue, but that was not the case tonight. The disconcerted of his dick in his pants is something that takes over, and before you could even yank at his hair more, he’s stood up, leaving your knees wobbly. He spins your imbalance so your back is pressed against his front, lips going straight for your neck again. You could feel his bulge from behind you, and with what fervor you have to grind your ass against him you use. 

“No one can get you half as wet as this,” he mutters into your ear. Your hairs stand. You keen into him, the bend of your back making the only space between you when he pulls your ass even tighter against his crotch, rutting the fabric of his pants wet. “Say it,” he nibbles on your ear. “Please.”

You shut your eyes, trying to pull at him from behind, combing at his hair. “No one gets me this wet, Tae.”

“Damn right,” his hand travels down your front, pressing down on your stomach like he feels your guts in preparation. With his other hand, he pulls down his waistbands and presses the solid of his cock right against your back. “No one’s been fucking you like I do?”

“No one’s been fucking me,” you grit your teeth as he lifts your leg so your knee is propped on his desk. You let his sounds reverberate in your mind, still breaths, but you hear the taut of it. The baritone of his mutters.  “So please fuck me.”

You almost hate the suppulent sound in your voice, but there’s something about being around Taehyung that made you ache for him. It hurt you somewhere you didn’t want to say was your heart when you recalled the painstaking look on his face mere minutes ago, telling you he was done with whatever shit HanSon made him put up with. He touches you like that’s all he’s invested in. Not his reputation. Not the girls he’s brought here before. Not his fucking beer count. 

“Beg me again,” he slides the tip of his cock along your slit. You inhale sharply at the feeling, trying to push yourself back on him, but now he holds your hips still. Taehyung had never talked this much. All you did before was fuck each other hard then get going, and now you come with the revelation that maybe he was taught to fuck like this. It’s Yejun’s fuck ‘er ‘n go rules, and tell the bitch she shouldn’t catch feelings even if she already had. “Beg me,” he repeats. 

“Taehyung, please,” you huff through the mettle on your teeth, the floor feeling weak below you. “You fucking feel it; I’m soaking—please fuck me.”

You feel a smirk etch its way onto his face, and he presses that attitude into the side of your face, driven by the lit up scent of your skin. His hand moves lower, circles to your clit lead by his middle finger, and it’s almost like you crumble. “You look perfect like this.”

“I get that a lot,” you hiss, keening so your head is lulled onto his shoulder. His hand squeezes somewhere on your hip. 

“Don’t get cocky now,” he presses a wet kiss to your hair, his cock teasing you with soft ruts of his hips like he was teasing only you. 

“Please, Taehyung,” you’re lost where you want your hips, against his fingers or the arousal of his he lets slide from behind you. 

“Tell me what you want.”

“You know what I want.”

“I wanna hear you say it,” he breathes gravelly into you, every second making you feel more bare and empty. 

“God—I want-,” you catch your breath. “—your cock—inside me. Please.”

He grabs open a drawer, almost yanking it from its socket, and all you hear is the sound of opening plastic before he growls against your ear, slowly inching his length inside you, under the mercy of your pleas.

“Yes, like that,” you whimper, eyes instantly falling shut, relying weight on wherever he had you on his grip. Taehyung instantly picks up on his pace after pulling out to thrust himself inside again. “Yes—fuck, Taehyung.”

He’s just as broken down as you are, rampant breaths washing you and sharp thrusts that hit right where you’ve been craving. “So fucking wet—you’re so wet,” he nuzzles his nose to your ear. “This is all mine,” he whispers, voice wavering. 

“A-All yours,” you mewl, eyes clouding with tears, clawing at whatever skin you could reach behind you. Your jaw’s slack opened, whimpering at the feeling you try to soften, but each motion comes after the other, and it doesn’t help that he breathes heavy down your neck. You could hear that jerking whimpers you’ve always aimed for. 

“Taking it so well—fuck,” he moans, hanging his head before dragging his teeth along the crook of your neck, eyes blown and hooded; you can perfectly picture it from where you were lit up by the horizontal seeps of light from his window blinds. “Dripping all over my cock—”

You swallow, the scorch of your throat gulped down before you can make another sound, and you make more than you intend to. Your body wrenches at every thrust, earning the both of you a grunt from the creaking desk each time. You give rein to the pure filth of it, fucking your thoughts away in the dead of the night, and Taehyung makes it count. 

“Just—like that—ohgod,” you clench around him, and he welcomes it, drawing a tight groan from his throat. He has an obsession for the moment, not giving a fuck that his hair has fallen completely over his eyes; his head was wrapped around the sordid sounds of slapping skins and the way you lolled into him like you would fall to pieces if he wasn’t holding you up. 

“Tell me who else can fuck you like this,” he sears.

“N-No one else,” it’s almost pathetic how quick you answer. Your gut starts to pull. 

“I’m gonna make you not want to fuck anybody but me,” he vents to you, and the air condenses on your skin, beads of sweat you only gain awareness of when you feel the wear of your body. “This cunt’s—all fucking mine.” 

“Y-Yes,” you’re hung upon the sensation, tears watering your cheeks, and your sight filtered in hot white. “I’m—I’m close.”

“Let it go,” he exhales, rutting his hips to catch up, and it only makes the sensation of your own orgasm hotter on your tail. “C-Cum all over me—,” his moan stutters. You feel him bow his head onto your shoulder again. 

You bite into your own hand, salivating it and quaking to your edge. It comes abruptly; you nearly fall over, taken by some form of plaintive moaning, and all you feel is him making use of the tightening of your cunt. 

“Nggh—I—not yet, not yet,” he grunts, crotch ramming incredibly fast before he’s pulling your body down on his like he wants to drown in you, a string of moans leaving his lips, stopping himself from letting his own orgasm take over. You revel in the sound and the use you feel down there. He tries to soften around the edges, but he keeps you where you are, pressed to his front, panting. He breathes heavily, embraces you like this. You can’t think of any place better, though you don’t know why. He presses his lips on your shoulder when he pulls out, the unsoiled condom tied to a knot and dipped into the bin under his desk before he rips open another one. “Get on the bed,” he hasn’t caught his breath yet.

“I just came,” you comply and complain, throwing your top over your head and leaving your bra for him to undo.

You watch him roll on another condom like it’s a chore. “Should’ve lasted longer than that then,” he turns, crawling towards you with a jerk of his head to swipe his hair off his face. The ambience of the night is soft on his skin. You grab at his shirt like it’s a present, and somewhere you don’t see, you hear him kick his undergarments off.

What makes you go stiff is the bruise you see on his left rib. A loud contrusion that’s darker where the light doesn’t hit. You move your fingers to your lips in hesitation. “How’d you get this?,” is what you go for, knowing too well it had something to do with whatever fucking ritual Yejun made his minions go through.

He grabs your free hand before you’re able to ghost your fingertips over the bruise. He pins it next to your head. “Story for another day. Lift your back,” he mumbles, and you receive it, unmoving like the purple of his rib would make him break at the faintest twinge of your body.

“But you’re telling me after,” you shuffle your head, static against his sheets and kiss his hand where he holds you down. “Or nothing’s stopping me from beating the shit out of Yejun.”

“Careful, hellcat,” he slides himself down, descends so he’s level with your breasts. 

“I’m serious; I’ve had enough of that piece of fuck,” you speak. Taehyung likes the particular way you speak through the clench in your jaw. He presses a soft kiss to your chest. 

“Hold back for me,” he whispers into your skin. “Don’t want any trouble.”

“Look who’s just become an angel,” you shoot him a glare, but he takes it with a boxy giggle, and now, you feel like schmaltz. “Are you gonna tell me you don’t want me to get hurt next?” 

He doesn’t want you to get hurt, but with the hovering connotation of your question, he takes it as something he’ll keep to himself. “No, I just want you to stop talking.”

As soon as his grip on your wrist falters, you roll him over so you’re sat atop him. His body registers it slower than his mind, so the smirk he has painted across his face says different than the reluctant crouch on his upper body. “Let the bad guy do the work tonight,” you send him a faultless smile, balancing your crotch above his, your hand wrapped around his shaft. 

“Hair.”

“Huh?”

“Wanna see your face,” he bites his lip. Your face feels hot, but you tuck one side of your hair behind your ear anyway. You have a glance at him staring at where you try to sink down on him before he looks at your face again, and you look down. A little awkward, but he likes how your face shudders. He hums low; you almost don’t hear it, but you feel it somewhere in your chest. 

“Ah, sh-shit,” you curse, hissing through your teeth. It doesn’t stop you from sinking all the way down anyway, rocking your hips so you find where it hits you right. “You’re so—big.”

“Yeah?,” he leans back, grabbing pillows and stuffing whatnot behind him. He brushes through his fringe, stopping mid-brush-up when you make a distinct sound that makes him twitch. “Yeah, fuck yourself on that cock.”

You shudder, raising your hips and descending again. “Ugh, shit.” 

You make a sharp inhale that zips through seized teeth, repeating your motion. The feeling of him filling you up with each stroke was nearly overwhelming, but you take it for him, straightening your back and pulling a prettily fucked out face. “Fucking perfect,” he says, hazed eyes. Tranced. 

“O-Oh—f-,” you hold that letter in a hard bite down on your lip, trying to keep your eyes open. Taehyung bathes in it. Think it’s more of a struggle than a show. Men pride themselves in things like this, and women know just exactly how to play pawn. Until they decide not to. You inhale sharply again, leaning yourself over him and pressing your palms beside him, close enough that he feels your breath on his face. “C-Come on, good boy, let it out.”

His eyes go awake, slightly open mouth morphing into an eager O, watching the way your eyes are hooded so your eyelashes almost brush against your cheek. Your voice sounds so sultry to him. 

“You tell me how good I feel,” you steady your pace, a paced bounce that he wants to meet in a kick of his hips, but you have him in his place. “It’s okay, you have it in you,” you tease. “What, do I have to call you a slut?”

“F-Fuck you,” his voice quivers, a drunken flush covering his face, and the furrowing of his brows gradually downturning. He gets fucking lost in the feeling; he loses definition of a climax, because everything at the moment was just raw pleasure. 

“Come on, cuntslut, say it.” You see him fist at the sheets. 

“G-God—it’s fucking good,” he shivers an exhale, his head craning where you want to fit yours. “So good,” it comes off as a tight whisper, a restrained squeal. 

“That’s right—nggh,” you try to hold yourself up, slouched back straight again, and yet again, he twitches at your sound. He’s at your mercy. You skid yourself to a stop, catching your breath before you pick up your pace, and the burn in your thighs is something you ignore. “Oh my fucking god.”

Taehyung loses it, the pull in his abdomen loosening for seconds as he moans a string of glorious sounds— something deep and something he tries to stop. He pulls one side of the bed sheet too hard. “F-Faster,” he whines for it. And he has the audacity to say, “—please, baby.” 

You obey, bouncing against him, every motion choking your moans from you. Then he’s not so afraid to get submissively loud anymore, a twist to his face like he’s having it for the first time. “Taehyung,” you mewl. 

“Yeah, fucking—,” his eyes shut, interrupting himself with a growl that goes all the way inside you. Your body feels scorched. 

“C-Can’t,” you huff. “Gonna give out.”

“Get down here,” he says. You fall against him, lips meeting, his dick tucked warm inside you before he grabs a fistful of your hair from behind to pull you up. His hips start kicking. Brutally fast while he watches you take it on top of him. “Making a mess all over me.”

Then it’s you who fucking loses it. Spit smeared on the corner of your lip, and you don’t know who it belongs to, groaning like there’s no other way to express it. Drooping eyes you lock with his. He tongues at his lower lip. 

“Are you gonna cum?,” his pants get louder.

You nod, swallowing, wrapping your body around the feeling. 

“Fuck, you’re so good,” he laughs, but it only gets bitten down by a strangled moan. “Cumming again for me, hm?,” he fucks harder. It’s guaranteed the room he shares a wall with could wake up to these foul sounds. 

You nod again. The twist inside unravels fast, but you keep your eyes open to look at him, your hands tugging at wherever the fuck it had in its grasp. 

“I’m close, too, so—fucking close,” he ruts to the feeling of your cunt clenching. You whimper, weight breaking down onto his body, and you let him fuck you until he spurts hard. You kiss up his jaw as he finishes, a squint to his eyes as if you weren’t there, and you feel all of his body stammer, an engine sputtering to a stop. “Don’t... move yet,” he sighs.

The heaving of your chests go in sync, heavy and quick to take back in all the exhaled breaths, nude of your bodies still interlocked and besmirched in sweat. You don’t know what time it is, but it looks good on your skins. Through the small line of vision your sleepy eyes allow. You remember Taehyung sliding off from below you before darkness follows. It’s instant. No tossing or turning, and you’ll wake up the same way. 

You wake up a different way, cradled sticky to his chest with a hot shirt and some loose-fitting boxers. Somehow, the sound of Taehyung’s breathing is something you easily register into the morning. Like it’s as systematic as the tweet of birds or the start of day’s traffic just right outside the campus. 

The room’s made more at home with the day old strewn clothes on his floor. It’s tranquil and awfully early to be up, but enough light seeps through his blinds that you feel it fuzzing from your toes; you’re awake. You turn to Taehyung, somewhere still in deep slumber, sleeping like he’s afloat, weightless. He has his right arm lazily tossed over your torso. Enough so you could sneak off him, but you don’t. 

You spend a trace of your Monday morning like this, before you both have to start the day at 3 p.m. attending a class on the History of European Cinema. While you found that lesson boring than signed up for, Taehyung, on the other hand, studied that shit as hard as he spent time grinding down on video games. In all truth, he’s taught you to appreciate the course for more than just being a requirement for your major. You feel his nose against your cheek. 

“Is it Tuesday?,” he grumbles. “We have a lecture at 9.”

You turn to face him. He still has his eyes closed, and you wipe the muck off your eyes before he gets a chance to see it. “It’s Monday.” 

“What was it again?”

“What?,” you push yourself up, resting your head on your palm. He stays still.

“His first name... something—um, Kieślowski,” he mumbles with loose lips. He never gets the pronunciation right, so you bet he knows Kieślowski‘s first name and just needs you to articulate it for him. 

“Polish director and screenwriter,” you mumble these words to yourself before recollecting rather loudly, “Krzysztof.” 

“Yeah. That dude,” he shifts, trying to tighten his arm around you, but you’re half sat up so he forces his eyes open. “What time is it?”

“Don’t know,” you smile at him, at the uneven squint in his eyes, but you look at them and know they feel heavy still. The idea of having hours ahead of you that can be spent doing absolutely nothing didn’t feel as much of a drain now that you’ve started it in bed with Taehyung. “I’d say around 6.”

He drops his jaw in some form of showing his disgust. “You know I never get up this early,” and with that, his eyes shut again, and he prods his face deeper into the pillows. 

You’re too lazy to check the actual time, but something about the air and the inert of all the sounds gives you so much leeway to mess around in Taehyung’s bed. You cuddle up next to him, nosing on his shoulder. You can see the bruise clearer on his left side now where the sun strikes, so much so that you can see all the broken blood vessels asking for their lives back. There’s a sick yellow tinge to it, too, until Taehyung feels you staring. “About your bruise,” you bring up before he could ask.

“I said that was for another day. Why are you still in my room?”

“Dude, fuck you,” you nudge at him, making him pull an exaggerated ow and skid farther from you. “Gonna give you another bruise if you don’t tell me tomorrow.”

He remains unmoving. “Low blow, _____.”

“To your balls. And I’m not apologising,” you sit up, involuntarily stretching. Taehyung takes comfort in the shadow of your body, nuzzling up into a ball with a slow shiver, but that comfort doesn’t last when you straighten up and gather your clothes. 

You leave after a few minutes, and there’s something about asking you out of his room Taehyung dreads before he’s knocked out again. 

[silversoulstardust]

wolfstar secret santa

Merry christmas and happy holidays! This is for you, @ms-stony for @wolfstar-secret-santa . I decided to carry on an abandoned project and incorporate a little bit of accidental confession and a family unit with Harry. I hope you like it! :) 

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“When this is over, we’ll be a proper family.” – Sirius Black to Harry Potter, Order of Phoenix

I took this line to heart and made it happen. A canon divergent where nobody died in the hands of Bellatrix Lestrange at the Ministry of Magic. Harry was back home to his godfathers on winter break and learned how they fell in love.

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 It was a calm wintry night at the Lupin-Black household at Number Twelve, Grimmauld Place. Harry was back from Hogwarts for the winter break and the house became more lively than usual with just the two of them; Remus and Sirius. They had their warm soup, fresh sourdough bread and roasted chicken with gravy for dinner and everyone ate till they were full; stomach heavy with food as they filled each other with stories they had missed. Remus didn’t want to discuss the Order too much during this good time, so it was mostly Harry talking about his adventures and shenanigans he was up to with Ron and Hermione. A professor that he was; Remus interjected once in a while and gave Harry a warning shot when his story was about them doing something that were borderline endangering themselves, but Sirius always came into Harry’s defense. “Ah come on, Moony. Live a little. What’s life without a little risk? Isn’t that right, Harry?”  And the boy nodded with excitement at Sirius’s statement. He smugly smiled in Remus’s direction as he stuffed himself with more chicken. Remus shook his head, helpless, but there was a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. It was like having James with them all over again. His logic was outnumbered.

Afterwards, Remus made all of them a steaming mug of hot cocoa topped with marshmallow and he made sure to put a little extra marshmallow for Harry. The boy had gone through traumatic and abusive childhood at the Dursleys, Remus was adamant to make him feel welcomed and loved in his household. It was Harry’s first time returning to this place for holiday after Remus had properly moved in and he wanted to make Harry feel at home. He settled on the couch in front of the fireplace and set the mugs on the coffee table, pulling out the book he’d been reading. Like a magnet, both Sirius and Harry brought their own reading material and settled around Remus. Sirius had his head on Remus’s lap, lying on 2/3 of the couch whereas Harry sat on the ottoman, looking through an old photo album he had already seen few times before. Remus held his book up with one hand as he had another of his mindlessly caressing through Sirius’s tuft of black hair. They sat quietly like that for a while, enjoying each other’s company in comfortable silence with the sound of fire cackling in the background. Harry observed alternately between the two adults, looking like he was ruminating something in his head but yet to come with words to express it. Soon enough, he cleared his throat for attention.

“Hey Remus, I was wondering about, about something,” Harry’s hands held up an old photobook from Remus’s Hogwarts years. He could see a couple of photos of Lily and James at school, the Marauders line up, James’s quidditch practice, Lily and Remus beaming with pride showing off their prefect badges with a little smudgy handwriting that read ‘nerds’ scribbled at the bottom. At the bottom most left corner of the album was a photo of young Sirius Black and Remus Lupin with arms around each other’s shoulder in a half hug stance, head pressed against one another, blissfully smiling into the camera that their eyes appeared closed. “I’ve always heard stories about how mom and dad fell in love and got together, but I don’t think I’ve heard about…. yours and Sirius.”

The book Sirius was reading slipped on his face with a loud thud at the question. Remus who was clearly caught off guard by Harry choked on his own spit.

“What makes you think we’re together, Harry?” teased Sirius as he peered over the book. “We could just be an unnaturally close friends, you know. The kind that don’t mind living together, sharing beds and sometimes arguing like old married couples.”

Remus rolled his eyes with affection.

“Oh come on padfoot, I might be as dense as a brick wall sometimes,” exclaimed Harry with vigor, “but I can also see there’s something more than just friendship here! Okay maybe Hermione had to point it out at first. But I also saw how you guys look at each other and I would never look at Ron that way. I’ve seen it in couples at Madam Puddifoot’s Tea Shop before they snog each other into oblivion.”

Sirius barked with laughter. “Well we didn’t want to scare you off and make you uncomfortable, Harry. We plan to tell you when you’re older.”

“You must understand that it is not an easy subject to broach, Harry,” added Remus as he closed his book and stuffed it on the side of the couch. He continued running his fingers through Sirius’s hair. “Most people would avoid ‘the talk’, and even in muggle world they’re still scared to discuss and accept it. We have come a long way for sure, but bigotry, sadly, still exist. There’s this popular phrase they use – God said Adam and Eve, not Adam and Steve.”

Sirius huffed, but did not comment further.

“Well I’m not most people, am I?” Harry looked up; his burning gaze locked with Remus’s. “I’m your godson. Your best friend’s son.”

Remus felt warmth enveloped him with the acceptance. “You really are your parents’ son, aren’t you Harry? Lily was the first person who knew about us back in Hogwarts and she was so thrilled.”

“James was a little stunned to know about us though, right Moonbeams? Can’t believe we’ve been snogging in secret under his nose for the entire year before he accidentally caught us in a broom closet when he tried to hide from Filch,” Sirius grinned at the memories.

“That’s right, that was in our sixth year,” added Remus nostalgically. “But you actually made your advances at me earlier than that.”

“What did he do, Remus?” Harry sat forward, turning to face Remus to listen to his story intently. He put down the photo album in exchange for the cocoa drink in his hands to keep warm, sipping it from time to time. “Nothing too, er – explicit, please.”

“On our third year, Sirius actually let it slip that he liked me.”

Sirius hoisted himself by the elbow and frowned at Remus. “No, I did not! We didn’t secretly fu – date each other until our fifth year and didn’t make it Marauder official until sixth.”

“Calm down, Pads,” Remus pushed Sirius’s head back on his lap. “Yes, that’s the fact, I’m glad you haven’t forgotten despite Akzaban,” – Sirius winced at the mention of his twelve years wrongful imprisonment as Remus continued – “I’m talking about Christmas eve.”

“What Christmas eve?”

“Well it was on our third year Christmas eve, when we were the only one left in the common room of Gryffindor Tower. Initially all of us were planning to stay over the holiday together, but James’s mother suddenly fell ill, and Peter’s parents tempted him with imported exotic food for Christmas dinner. They bailed on us at the last second. Only you and me left then, and I too contemplated on going back home to my parents but I knew you would rather stay alone in school than going back to this house –“ his eyes wondered along the length of the ceiling and around the room, “ – to Walburga and Orion, to your parents. So I stayed to accompany you.”

“How noble you were, Messer Remus,” Sirius closed his book and put it aside as he pushed himself up to sitting position facing Remus. “But I don’t recall this memory.”

He chuckled. “I doubt you would. You were sick and drowsy half the time. Have you no recollection at all?”

Sirius scratched his beard, frowning. “No. I didn’t do anything bad to you, did I?”

“On the contrary, I was the one who did you harm, Sirius,” he patted Sirius’s hand and left it there. “You suddenly came down with flu that very evening but refused to go disturb Madam Pomfrey because you said she’s human and need holiday with her family too, so I gave you muggle cough syrup my mother had packed for me at the beginning of the year.”

“And?” Harry exchanged curious look with Sirius, equally excited to know the rest.

“And, well, let’s just say, you should be glad you’re not a muggle. You see, probably because your body is not used to it, the medicine had more affect than just drowsy. It made you braver, more honest, more raucous than usual. Like a drunkard. It turned off your brain filter for a couple of hours before you succumbed to the drowsiness and slept through the night.”

“Hmmm. And what did I do in that few hours, Moony?”

“You took down one of Gryffindor’s wall flags and put it on as a cape, climbed on the furniture in the common room as you declare to the world that you’d protect me and the marauders against animals, aliens, wizards and muggles alike, even if you had to die while doing so. You tried to fight the lion statue in the common room using a ruler, Sirius. All because I was laughing at your antics too much and stumbled against the poor statue, you thought it was hurting me. Imagine you stabbing a stone with plastic ruler until it bent and break. You cried because your sword was broken. It was sweet of you, really.”

Sirius was giddy with laughter. Remus continued his story. “When I managed to pull you away, you turned to look at me, face inches away from my own. You stared into my eyes and went still for a moment, told me you like me more than you like warm soup on winter evening, assured me that I’m the most beautiful person on earth, squished my cheeks and ….well, we kissed. It was more of a quick peck on the lips, but we were thirteen years old then and it was a big deal. But you were …under the influence of cough syrup. I was happy it happened but quick to dismiss it. I’ve never told a soul about this until now. And to think about it, I probably slowly fell for you after that incident, eventually became completely besotted in our fifth year.”

Sirius laced their fingers and raised it to his lips to kiss Remus’s knuckle. Remus was slightly nervous at the openly displayed affection he was having with Sirius in the presence of other people, but he realized how silly it was to think that way as Harry was impassive to the action, draining the last of his hot drink in the cup. “You were closer with James since the beginning, Sirius, but with me… after that incident I noticed how protective you were of me. Probably without you realizing it. Always up for a dog fight with people who teased me at school. It was you who always stayedback to watch over me after a nasty transformation. Last one to go and first one to arrive around the full moon. Patched my bloodied body and learned some spells from Madam Pomfrey to mend simple wounds and broken bones. The first to suggest to the others to learn a branch of difficult magic and transform into animal to ease my transformation. Even before we were involved romantically, you’ve always been looking after me.”

“And I’ll do it again in a heartbeat,” Sirius cupped his cheek. “Harry, close your eyes lad.”

After being certain that their godson had closed his eyes, Sirius pressed his lips against Remus’s, soft and gentle but with firm assurance. His warm hands slid down Remus’s neck and further down to pull him closer by the collar of his jumper as the kiss deepened. Remus mirrored him and did the same, crumpling Sirius’s shirt in his hands. It was Harry’s loud throat clearing that they broke apart, slightly ashamed for losing control in front of a kid. Harry peeked in between his fingers to see if it was safe for him to open his eyes again. “Please save it for later Moony, Padfoot. When I’m dead asleep and can’t hear a thing.”

“Well,” Sirius tried to sound casual as he straightened his shirt, “if there’s one thing that’s changed since then, is the fact that I no longer dread to be here in this house on Christmas holiday. I have a family now,” he beamed alternately between Remus and Harry, sounding terribly fond.

Harry was taken aback by Sirius’s words but was quick to snap out of it. He couldn’t contain his joy shot up from his seat, depositing himself on the couch between Remus and Sirius. The boy threw both of his arms around their shoulders and pulled them close, grinning from ear to ear. “That’s right, we’re a family!”

In the time of an impending war loomed over them, Remus couldn’t thank Merlin enough for his stroke of luck to have had Harry and Sirius in his life. All the darkness he went through in his life felt worth it now that he was here in this moment with them, like the presence of light at the end of a tunnel.  For a first time in a very long time, he look forward for the future; to more time with Sirius, with Harry. Remus echoed under his breath; a smile stretching across his face.

“A family.”

[every1studio]

REQUESTED: “fanboy” [stray kids: hyung line]

genre: FLUFF

ficstyle: #whatwouldtheydo + bulletpoints + reactions

anon asked: “Hey! I was wondering if you’d write a Stray Kids!fanboy thing? Like say the reader is an idol and Stray Kids are the Fan, how would the be? Would they buy all their albums etc? Thank youuu!!!”

note: since I want to put a little scenario into them; it might be long so I’ll make a hyung line version and a maknae one soon

WOOJIN

literally runs so that he can be the first person in line for your fanmeets

is usually shy in personality but he’ll scream your name

“Y/N I LOVE YOU!!!”

you caught him in the crowd and smiled widely as you sent a finger heart gun his way

can’t believe that it was for him

jumps in his place a lot because he doesn’t know what to do with the extra adrenaline 

he’s now in line to get his album signed

appreciates the other members in your group but couldn’t wait to get to you

once you get to him, everything that he planned to say just disappeared

all his confidence went down the drain 

“y-you’re so-so pr-pretty~”

becomes a blushing mess

“awh~ you’re too cute, thank you...what’s your name?”

he points to the post-it

“Woojin...could you write “To: Woojinnie?”

you smiled as you nodded 

he brings up a handmade flower crown; you noticed his bandaged fingers

“you hurt yourself making this for me? usually fans would buy them.. thank you so much!! I’ll cherish this, Woojinnie~”

you said this as you were holding his hands

he is internally screaming

“can you place it on me?”

his hands are shaking as he tries to place it correctly on your head

“sir, please move on..”

you clasp his hands one more time, “see you again soon Woojinnie~”

after that he becomes one of the OG fans that always comes to all your events and you memorized his name

you guys ended up being friends when you had time to chill and hangout 

being friends would suffice

he didn’t need to be your lover

would make a YouTube channel and sings covers of your songs

“I sang a cover of your digital single..”

“Woojin.. how? it literally came out 5 hours ago..”

#fangoals

CHAN

does anything to get your attention

your group were out buskering and he managed to get front row 

showcases your name as a LED in his phone

swings it around because he noticed that you were nervous 

begins to cheer your name

“HWAITING Y/N~!!”

you smile as you felt your anxiousness leave your body

holds his heart every time you look over at him or when you do a key movement or sing a high note or rap something snarky

the next day was your fanmeet

you spotted him in the crowds and gave him a shoutout

“there’s a guy with really nice permed hair who made me able to get over my nervousness to perform yesterday, so it’s nice to see him again~”

everyone was looking at Chan

he just stood there stunned

a tear of joy fell from his right eye 

(I can die a happy man now) he thinks as he wipes his eye

you occasionally looked at him; wondering when he was going to come up and get his photobook signed

once you saw him in front of you, the both of you couldn’t stop smiling

“thank you so much for yesterd-”

“THANK YOU FOR EXISTING!”

Chan bows deeply and it caught it off guard

THUD

he slams his forehead onto the table

“OH MY GOSH!!”

you grabbed his forehead

“are you okay?”

Chan was just happy that you were holding and caring for him; he didn’t feel any pain even though his forehead was bright red

“I FEEL JUST GREAT!”

you chuckled at him

you asked him what he liked about your group

“at first I just liked your guys’ music, but when I watched the MV, I couldn’t take my eyes off of you, you’re my bias” 

he was blushing and it was so cute

“thank you for all the love and support..”

Chan was sporting a dad cap that came with your limited edition album

“could you sign my cap too?”

“of course.. um..”

“it’s Chan”

“awh that’s cute~”

his heart throbs 

(thanks mom and dad for naming me Chan)

after the event, he doesn’t wear it

he puts it on top of his shrine of your albums and photocards

MINHO (LEE KNOW)

“maybe if I do my hair like this, they’ll notice me more?”

Minho got to be in the front row of your concert and backstage/fan service pass

he wanted so badly to be noticed by you

had a headband with your name and wears your favorite color 

he was having the time of his life at the concert

his heart became full when you sang his favorite songs in your albums

there was a moment on stage where you could look and interact with fans

you were heading towards Minho for a water bottle 

but he catches your attention

how could you not?

he was a good looking guy AND he had your name on his headband

you drank your water as you waved at him

Minho had to look around to see if you were really waving at him

his hand was out so you grabbed it

“thank you for supporting us~”

you let go but he wish you didn’t

(I’m never going to wash this hand)

after the concert, he and some others had to wait until the concert hall was emptied of those who didn’t have the passes

he was led into the backstage and he sees you up close

you looked so smol and bedazzling; he wanted to squeeze you with a hug

you instantly noticed him 

“hey! you were in the front right?” 

he nods vigorously, “yeah!”

you whipped out your polaroid

“let’s take a pic~”

you got close to him and he thought he was going to die of happiness

FLASH

you frowned after taking it

“I think I blinked.. let’s take another!”

he wasn’t going to complain so he didn’t mind

FLASH

you guys talked for a while about how he got into your group while the pictures were developing 

“I have all of your albums but I didn’t have enough for the fanmeets.. so I REALLY saved up for this concert”

you grabbed his hands (again)

“thank you so so much~ I hope you enjoyed the concert...what’s your name?”

“Minho~”

he smiled widely as the only thing going through his mind was (yeah, I’m definitely not going to wash my hands)

he saw the photos and he wanted to cry

one of them was you smiling at him 

and the other was him smiling at you

“which one do you want?” you asked

he pointed to one where you were smiling at him and you signed it off

“OKAY YOU GUYS HAVE TO LEAVE NOW~” a staff member yelled

“please keep on supporting us!” you waved at him

(how could I not?) he thought 

CHANGBIN

the one to hype you up from shows that you are on 

is too shy to actually go to a fanmeet because he doesn’t know what to do or say

doesn’t admit it to his friends that you’re his ultimate bias

has a secret shrine of you and your group

also has you as his lockscreen

comments on your instagram photos and tweets you a lot under the name at CoffeeCBinnie

doesn’t know that you were going to the same coffee shop that he worked at

“could I get a medium iced americano and a side of coffeecake?”

“sure-” he looks up to see you under a cap

“OH MY-”

you cover his mouth

“shhh sorry.. I’m not suppose to be out right now but I really needed a coffee fix..”

is frozen

did his ultimate bias just touched him?

touch his mouth?

his lips?

are they going to an indirect kiss if they eat their coffeecake with their hands?

“excuse me-” you looked at his nametag, “Changbinnie?”

he snaps out of it and starts blushing

“I’m such a big fan..” he mumbles as he covers his face

you scribbled something on a piece of napkin as you asked him, “can I sit on the rooftop?”

the rooftop was usually for staff member only but it was different for his ult bias right?

“o-of course!”

he leads you up to the top as you wait for your order

he looks back at the napkin that you scribbled on and it was your autograph plus something that looked like a phone number but he wasn’t sure

he brings it up with your order

“what’s this?”

you smiled at him

“my number”

he feels himself getting red

“wh-what?”

you chuckled, “you’re CoffeeCBinnie right?”

you pulled out your phone and showed him a tweet that you retweeted, “what’s your favorite number? mine’s yours”

“ah that’s embarrassing!” he covers his face

“I think it’s cute..” 

there was a pretty decent sized silent moment; but it wasn’t awkward

“maybe I should come here often.. it’s close to where I live and it’s really nice..”

definitely tries to hide his smile; on the inside, his fanboy side is shooting out of a volcano

HYUNJIN

Hyunjin is known on instagram for dressing like you or gathering inspirations from your MVs or outfits on shows or outfits from the airports

some fans would ship you guys, calling you guys out for “couple looks”

but he’s also known for doing dance covers for your songs

he doesn’t know if you knew who he was

but these little simple things made him feel a little closer to you, aka his ultimate bias (even before Jinyoung)

he was doing a performance of a cover of your groups’s new song

you and your group came out of nowhere and danced with him

he wanted to gaze at you but dance at the same time

this was his moment to show you how much of a fan he was

after the performance was over, you looked at him

“hey I know you!”

his eyes widened

“you’re my boyfriend on instagram!”

he blushes

“b-bo-boyfriend??”

“well that’s what a lot of the fans say.. they always tag me in your posts, thanks for loving and supporting us, Hyunjin right?~”

he wanted to cry of embarrassment and happiness as he nods “yes”

you and your group signed an album for everyone in Hyunjin’s group and gave them a limited edition poster

everyone got together to take a group picture and Hyunjin’s band mates ushered him to stand by you

later that day

Hyunjin opens up his instagram; seeing as though someone tags him into something

he opens his notifications and yells 

you followed him on instagram and tagged him into a photo

“so glad to perform with my “insta boyfriend,” LOOK we’re even matching today~”

he wanted to swoon; he went from a fanboy to a boyfriend in a hot minute

after that day, he plans to go to many of your fanmeets so that he can see you

some fans started a petition for you guys to actually date

only time will tell 

END [masterlist + guidelines]

[sleepyracha]

BTS reaction to their s/o picking up on a hobby of theirs (Maknae line)

Masterlist

Requests are open! Don't be shy, just send them in, I’ll be happy to do them :))))))

I really like this one lol, especially Tae’s. I hope you enjoy it just as much as I do. I’m currently waiting for the comeback, so I’ll most likely be up all night lmao so send in requests loves! Let me know what you think about this one

BTS reaction to their s/o picking up on a hobby of theirs (Maknae Line)

No matter how many times the two of you discussed the topic, it never changed the feelings you both felt about it. You tried to be the most understanding of the situation because you knew it was his job and something he really loved to do. You loved the enjoyment he got from bringing smiles on the faces of his fans and giving them their best memories, even if it was only for a few hours. You decided to pick up on their favorite hobbies and while some are upset they aren’t there to help you or join you, others are surprised and help you as much as they can through a screen.

Jimin

Jagi~

I miss you

Why haven’t you been returning my texts or calls? It’s been almost two weeks, have I done something wrong?

Please answer me babe

You hadn’t realized how busy you really were until Jimin began blowing up your phone.

You were auditioning for a part in a movie and it required you to dance. Of course you danced for the audition, but it was a little dance that dance line had showed you which you practiced for weeks until you could even come close to perfecting it. So when they called you for the part, you were ecstatic none the less except you had one big problem, you were shit at dancing. Cursing yourself for telling that white lie to them, you decided to tackle this yourself. You found a dance class online and they seemed legit, signing up and meeting with the choreographer, you were happy to improve in the weeks to come. Shooting starts in a few months and you wanted to make sure you were able to dance just as fluent as you were in your native language. You began to enjoy the feeling you go when dancing, it made you feel free and it was a great stress reliever, you found yourself looking forward to practice everyday. Since you were so occupied with practices and reading over your lines, you were quite the busy bee.

You decided to video call him instead of texting him back since he would most likely do that anyway. Your face was red and sweaty from your previous practice, you had just finished wrapping up a solo piece your choreographer told you to work on.

“Jagiya, is everything okay?” Jimin asked hurriedly.

“Hey baby, everything’s fine. Sorry I haven’t text you back or anything. I landed an important role for an upcoming movie and I’ve been having to practice as much as possible.” You explained, currently out of breath.

After you gulped a whole bottle of water down, you proceeded to fill Jimin in on what was happening and what exactly you were practicing for. His expression said it all, he was not happy.

“Jagi, why didn’t you tell me? I could‘ve gotten you the best choreographer for free, they owe me a huge favor anyway. I even could’ve helped you.” He stated.

“I’m sorry it was all in the moment, I wasn’t really thinking.”

“It’s okay, next time just fill me in on your life, I like to get updates too you know. I’ll contact the choreographer and you can practice with me from now on.”

“How? You’re on tour.”

“Doesn’t mean I can’t help you practice.”

He placed his phone against a wall in the studio he was currently at and yelled at Jungkook to join him. After Guk gave you a cute smile along with a ‘hi’, they went ahead and performed a dance they had been practicing. They were so good and you watched with amazement, your jaw dropping slightly every time they did a move you knew you would struggle with. They just flowed with the music so naturally and you wish it were the same for you. They ended their dance with a silly little move and you couldn’t help your bursts of laughter. You were glad you told Jimin, You knew he would try his best to help you until you were confident enough in yourself. But you also know that whenever Jimin got back to his hotel room, you two were going to have a lengthy discussion about your absence and the reason for it.

(the second gif is my favorite look on him. idk he looks so good in every outfit there’s just something about that outfit.)

Taehyung

“Oh, oppa look at what I bought!” You excitedly ran over to your desk and jumped back onto the bed. You showed Tae your new vintage camera with wide eyes and a big smile. He couldn't help but mirror your smile, his adorable box smile coming on display.

“Jagi, we can take pictures together now! When did you get it?”

“I bought it about two weeks ago, I just started using it like three days a though. I meant to show you but I had left it in the box on the dining room table. Every time we facetime, I’m always in my room and it’s right as I’m getting ready for bed.” You simply stated, shrugging your shoulders while your head tilted to the side.

He smiled at how adorable you looked. His face got a little brighter and then went back to normal. He was taking a screenshot no doubt, you were facetiming from your MacBook while he was on his phone. You blushed a little, still not used to him, as he puts it, ‘being in awe of your beauty’. You were looking through pictures you had taken with your new camera, amazed by the way it captured such photos. You were playing around with the focal points seeing as they were what really made the pictures.

“I want to see jagi.” Tae whined turning into a baby in a matter of seconds.

Rolling your eye playfully, you turned the camera to the screen, scrolling through the pictures. His eyes wide, jaw slightly hanging, causing his lips to part a bit. He looked absolutely stunning, your boyfriend was so beautiful and you weren’t even sure if he knew that himself. Truth be told, when you bought the camera, you were thinking about how it would capture the essence of Tae’s beauty perfectly.

“Wow, those are amazing. When I get back from tour we’re going to travel and take pictures of everything. We can make our own photobook!” He yelled towards the end, getting excited about the plans he was making for the two of you.

You honestly had the best boyfriend, he went on and on about traveling and taking pictures. Getting this camera was one of the best decisions you’ve made in a long time, coming in at a close second after saying yes to Tae being your boyfriend of course.

Jungkook

You were doodling in your sketchbook when your laptop screen lit up showing your boyfriend’s face, you answered the promised facetime immediately. You sat up a little straighter and smiled. You took in the view before you, his hair was still damp from his shower, he had on a plain white tshirt and boxers. His lights were dimmed and judging from the darkness you could only assume it was late night over there, you made a quick decision mentally to make sure this call was short so he would be able to rest.

“Darling I’m all done getting ready for bed. See I told you I would call you.” He smiled.

“I see love, your hair is still wet.” You giggled. “I’m sure it’s late where you are. Don’t think this call will be long like the last one, you really need your rest, you’ll overwork yourself.” You said a bit sterner.

“I’ll go to bed once its dry. Fair enough? What’s that you’re holding?”

“Oh it’s just a sketchbook I bought like three days ago.”

“You’re drawing? I want to see!” He said, he was now fully awake, the sleepiness was long gone.

You were hesitant at first, knowing your boyfriend was quite known for being an amazing artist along with his talents in singing, dancing, and being a meme king. None the less, you turned to a page with a drawing you think you did well. You turned the sketchbook to face the screen, a gasp leaving Jungkook’s lips not even a second later.

“You drew that jagi?!”

“Yeah, I know it’s not the best but I just started and it’s not really my thing.”

“What are you talking about? It’s amazing, how did you make that look so realistic? Wow it looks like I’m actually seeing people walk around me.”

“It’s not that good Guk.”

“I’m going to laminate it.“

“Jungkook no!“

But it was too late, he already had his mind set and there was no changing that. You made a mental note to hide your book before he came back home.

[osakaso5]

Yuki Birthday Photobook Rabbit Chat Part 3: Yuki And His Younger Junior Idols

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 4 | Part 5/p>

Tsumugi: Today, you're chatting with IDOLiSH7! 

Yuki: Let's have fun

Tsumugi: Momo-san isn't here, but do you think you'll be fine today? 

Yuki: IDOLiSH7's intros are lighter. 

Yuki: And Yamato-kun is basically like a  relative to me

Yamato: Says who

Yuki: Yamato-kun~ ^^

Riku: Yuki-san, happy birthday! 

Nagi: Mister Yuki! Happy birthday! 

Tamaki: Hbd, Yukirin! 

Iori: Happy birthday, Yuki-san. We look forward to working with you from here on out. 

Mitsuki: Happy birthday, Yuki-san! 

Sogo: Thank you for all you've done for us. Yuki-san, happy birthday. I wish you another great year. 

Yamato: Happy birthday. Yaotome suddenly sent me a message that said "You're my best friend now, too. Your nickname is Yappi", mind if I ask what that was about? 

Yuki: lol

Yuki: Yappi, that's hilarious 

Yamato: No, it's not

Yuki: I'm Yuppi

Yamato: I didn't ask!! 

Yuki:

Riku: Best friends are so nice! Are you best friends too, Yuki-san and Yamato-san? 

Nagi: Best friends are a wonderful thing! Have you had a duel on a field as the sun sets yet? :-)

Yuki: Do we have to go that far? 

Mitsuki: That's a pretty high hurdle

Tsumugi: I kind of want to see them duel! lol

Tsumugi: Today, IDOLiSH7 will ask Yuki-san questions! Is there anything you'd like to know? 

Tamaki: Why'd you touch my face the first time we met? 

Yuki: Did I? 

Tamaki: You did. You grabbed me by it out of nowhere. 

Yuki: Maybe I just liked your face? 

Tamaki: Oh

Sogo: Good for you, Tamaki-kun. 

Riku: Don't you have  any questions about  music, Sogo-san? 

Sogo: Huh

Nagi: OH! That is right, Sogo. Why not ask Mister Yuki for advice as a fellow musician? 

Sogo: I couldn't do that! I'm still learning, and it's not something to ask about on Yuki-san's birthday... 

Yuki: And it's not like I've got much to say, either. 

Yamato: Hey. Could you be a little nicer to our members? 

Yuki: But I don't even know what kind of music he's going to make. 

Yuki: I'm happy that I'll have more fellow composers to talk to ^^ I want to share our worries and struggles ^^

Iori: Isn't it possible that he won't have worries to share? 

Yuki: It never goes that well. 

Yuki: I look forward to hearing Sogo-kun's personal style of music. That's all, I guess? 

Sogo: My personal style... Thank you for the advice, Yuki-san. 

Tamaki: Good for you, So-chan.

Yuki: Anything else? 

Mitsuki: What was the biggest fight you've ever had with Momo-san like? 

Yuki: Ah, we did have one of those

Yuki: I forget what caused it, but it made  Momo leave our place  back when we lived  together

Riku: That sounds like a huge pinch! 

Yuki: It really was

Iori: Did you chase after him? 

Yuki: I did, but I lost him. So I waited for him at home. 

Mitsuki: You should've worked a little harder! Though I'm sure it was tough, since Momo-san's a fast runner! 

Yuki: There was nothing I could do. I was so shocked. 

Yuki: I desperately believed that he'd come back to at least write a letter, and waited. 

Nagi: I know the feeling. When Mitsuki and Yamato left the dorm, I also searched for farewell letters from them. 

Yuki: It's traumatizing, isn't it. 

Nagi: It is :-(

Yuki: I was terrified. My heart was racing, but I kept believing he'd return. 

Yuki: For some reason, I started scrubbing the sink

Riku: I know what you mean! When you're in a fight, you start doing all these unnecessary things. When I fought with Iori, I put all my effort into rearranging my wardrobe! 

Iori: I'm glad you finally sorted out your closet. 

Sogo: How did you and Momo-san make up? 

Yuki: Momo came back. 

Yuki: When I apologized for making him mad, he looked at me with his eyes  all red and said "I'm not mad". 

Mitsuki: Wow! Maybe he just didn't want you to see him crying? Momo-san's kinda cute, huh. 

Yuki: Maybe it's because that was our first big fight, but we  both had a fever so bad we had to stay in bed afterwards. It was over 40 degrees. 

Iori: Are you sure you weren't just out of your minds because you'd caught a cold..? 

Yuki: Another one was before the grand re-opening. It wasn't really a fight, but Momo kept saying he'd retire if he didn't get his voice back. 

Yuki: I hated it, it bothered me, and I was constantly wondering how to get him to stay. I wanted to restrain him, but Momo's stronger than me, and wouldn't listen to anything I said... 

Tsumugi: Yuki-san... 

Yuki: I was even hoping I'd brought a stun gun to Zero Arena... 

Yamato: Why a stun gun? Stay serious until the end, please. 

Yuki: I am serious

Tsumugi: I'll never forget how moving that concert was... I'm glad Momo-san got his voice back! 

Tsumugi: We've got many more questions for you. Here are some of them! 

Choices/outcomes:

1. Isn't it difficult to cook without tasting the food?

Yuki: I don't taste the meat or fish itself, but I go all out on the  sauces. I rely on my sauces. 

2. Why aren't you nice to girls in love?

Yuki: I think I'm nice to them now. It makes me depressed when girls act like they'll be with you for free and then  start demanding things later, because it feels like I'm being scammed. 

3. Which member of IDOLiSH7 do you think would look good with long hair?

Yuki: Isn't Tamaki-kun's on the longer side? If we're talking hair as long as mine, maybe Iori-kun. It'd be shiny enough to make him look like he's got a halo around his head. 

Tsumugi: Thank you for the wonderful answers, Yuki-san! 

Yuki: You're welcome

Tsumugi: I'd like to hear more, but our time is almost up... To wrap things up, let's have a word from Yamato-san, as the leader and representative of IDOLiSH7! 

Yamato: Yes

Yamato: Yuki-san, congratulations.

Yuki: Thank you

Yamato: I don't get a lot of chances to talk to you formally, so this is a little embarrassing, but you've been a great help to both IDOLiSH7 and me, personally. 

Yuki: It was nothing

Yamato: Whether you're fooling around with Momo-san or being strict, you're always a reliable senpai who I respect. I hope that you continue looking after and guiding us. 

Yamato: I'll do my absolute best, too. Happy birthday. 

Riku: Happy birthday! 

Tamaki: Hbd! 

Nagi: Happy birthday! 

Yuki: Thank you. I can't believe Yamato-kun said he respects me ^^

Yamato: Well... 

Yamato: It's your birthday after all, Yuppi. 

Yuki: lol

Mitsuki: Stop this surprise attack, Yappi! lololol Can't you hear me laughing my ass off!? lololol

Tsumugi: That was so unexpected that it made me laugh, too! lol Thank you, Yuki-san and all of IDOLiSH7! 

[yujachachacha]

LOOT OBTAINED! ADVENTURER YUJACHA HAS ADDED THE FOLLOWING TO THE INVENTORY:

ULTRA JUMP MARCH 2018 MAGAZINE + CYaRon! PHOTOBOOK

LOVE LIVE! SUNSHINE!! SEASON 2 BD 4 + “Beginner’s Sailing” CD

WATANABE YOU KEYCHAIN NESO (UraGirls school uniform edition)

BLUE POLKA DOT COILED HAIR TIE...which is not actually LL merch, but the design made me think of a certain scrunchie from a certain favorite episode of mine. So I bought it on impulse from this middle-aged Korean shopkeeper who wouldn’t stop talking to me about her dog and three sons. _(:3 」∠)_

Review of the contents under the cut~

The Ultra Jump was delivered to me from shukamod by a fellow ONIBE QCer, and the Yousolo BD was part of a SoCal LLer group order placed by that same ONIBE member.

The Ultra Jump magazine is kinda old so I won’t be posting pics of that, but if you go through my Ultra Jump tag, you can find the TLs for the 100 questions segment for each CYaRon! member.

The magazine also comes with a mini photobook of CYaRon! hanging out at an aquarium. Shukashuu’s tongue-sticking-out pic is deadly...though I was also taken aback by Furirin’s sultry pic, what the heck. Anchan, as always, is stunning in red. I snapped a pic of her with animal plushies because the plushies reminded me of a certain ONIBE member. :3c

The 4th LLS BD comes bundled with:

LLS S2E6 (“Aqours WAVE”) and LLS S2E7 (“The Time Left”)

Fancy packaging consisting of a, uh, spicy You on the front jacket, You-themed designs on the outside covers, and other cute stuff on the inside.

CD of You’s solo song (“Beginner’s Sailing)

A booklet that contains You’s profile, a mini interview with Shukashuu, summaries of S2E6 and S2E7, lyrics for “Beginner’s Sailing”, and a spread of Aqours in their MIRACLE WAVE outfits. I found the stick figure You-chan on the lyrics page to be really cute!

Lottery code for 3rd Live. I gave it to the ONIBE member who delivered my BD because I have no plans (read: not enough money) to attend the Live in Japan. :’)

UR Sticker of the spicy You on the front jacket...which is kinda unnecessary, but whatever.

LLS Mini SID #4, “Dia is a Big Sister” (ダイヤはおねえちゃん). You can read some of the pages at the official preview link here! Basically, it’s a story of little Dia talking about her first encounter with baby Ruby and her efforts to be a good older sister. It’s really cute...and what’s great is that there’s an illustration of Dia as a caretaker of baby Aqours at the end. There’s a crying baby Mari, plus baby YouRiko. What the hell, they’re way too adorable. Oh, and because the story is narrated by little Dia, the Japanese is actually pretty easy to read for beginners. 👌

Bonus footage - the April Fools 2017 video!!! I had completely forgotten that it was bundled with the BD until I saw it as a menu option when I actually played the BD, haha. I wonder if this was why Lantis took down the video as soon as the day was over... Well, there’s nothing more I wanted in life than seeing Puppet Aqours in glorious HD~ :3c

The tiny You neso was a surprise gift given to me by a ONIBE QCer I met up with a few days ago! Now I own three nesos...and all three nesos were given to me as gifts by ONIBE members rather than being bought by me, holy shit. I love my friends. (இ⌓இ )

I tried putting the hair tie on neso You as a headband:

Another ONIBE member commented that it reminded them of You’s summer look during the Stewshine episode, haha.

As for future merch arrivals - I’m planning to fly out to the east coast to see my brother graduate from college, and while I’m in the area I’ll visit shukamod and probably pick up a copy (or two...) of Seiyuu Animedia May 2018. I also have plans to join a group order for BD 7, since it has footage of the Chiba FMT.

But more importantly...in a couple of weeks, the Aqours 2nd Live Memorial Box will be arriving, and I’ll probably spend all my free time crying over Shukashuu in glorious HD.

[femmeslash]

It's gotta be ♥Soapies from me.

sebastian im s o fucking upset i wrote this whole thing out for you TWICE and tumblr deleted it both times. third times the charm… i hope

Who thinks ridiculously extravagant gifts are the best and who prefers the heartfelt, sentimental gift? hiyoko and mahiru respectively. hiyoko buys mahiru gourmet chocolates and caramels and books them a reservation at a fancy restaurant. mahiru makes hiyoko a stunning photobook of all these beautiful candids of her dancing or just at home chillin out or whatever

Who won’t stop saying “I love you” and making big, goopy puppy eyes? hiyoko. she’s very good at it.

What’s the most extreme thing either would do for a kiss (or Klondike bar)? “hey mahiru? if i go over there and pants souda can i have a kiss?” “i’ll give you a kiss to not do that.”

Who gets the obligatory cute stuffed animal? mahiru knows hiyoko loves stuffed animals in her own… weird way… 

Who would get a big bouquet of red roses? mahiru is always bringing hiyoko bouquets at her performances, so hiyoko turns around and gets mahiru roses for valentines day!

Who would eat an entire box of Valentine’s chocolate? hiyoko. no doubt about it

Who writes the really sappy, romantic poetry? mahiru but she NEVER TELLS ANYONE ABOUT IT.

Who actually likes those chalk-tasting hearts with cornball messages? hiyoko likes them, but only the rude ones that say like BLOW ME or NOT A CHANCE or DIE

Who sneaks home early to put up candles and scatter rose petals everywhere in the name of ROMANCE? MAHIRU AND IT’S DISGUSTING.

Who is the wine connoisseur that insists on “only the best” for their meal? hiyoko. she’s SUPER annoying about it and then doesn’t even drink it

Who believes that Valentine’s Day is a corporate, soulless Hallmark holiday but still secretly enjoys it anyway? hiyoko. “valentines is GAY its for losers” “saionji-san, you spent the better part of yesterday draping yourself over koizumi-san, kissing her, and telling her you love her” “YEAH?” 

Do they watch bad chick flicks or horror movies (any excuse for close cuddling)? oh horror movies are hiyoko’s FAVORITE! mahiru will watch anything as long as it’s not disgustingly het. she just notes the angles and cinematography while hiyoko lays on her and cuts off all circulation to one of her legs.

Do they make reservations at the expensive, ritzy restaurant or prepare a home-cooked meal? hiyoko got that reservation and they’re wearing fancy dresses and people keep recognizing her and she’s like ;)

Do they go to bed early or stay up all night? mahiru usually goes to bed early unless she’s working, but she’ll stay up for hiyoko!

Do they end up cuddling on the couch or heatedly making out? KISSIES