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Can't Have One Without the Other 5
Warnings: non/dubcon, marital troubles, body insecurity, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.
My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.
Characters: Bucky Barnes
Summary: your marriage is on the rocks.
As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. Iâm happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging â€ïž
Bucky's gone when you wake up. Your heart sinks. Last night was better than the day. Still, you're not reassured.
You shouldn't feel like this about your husband. You should be happy for him to come home. You should give him a kiss without thinking. He might have been gruff about it, but he was right.
You drag yourself out of bed. On habit, you grab your phone. You have a message from Nat.
'Missed you at girls' night. Coffee?'
You leave her in read. You'll have one before you answer her. You go downstairs and put a mug in the tray. You slip a pod in and hit brew.
The doorbell chirps, 'visitor at the door.' Great. You already know before you check the camera on the front display.
You forget that you're in one of Bucky's shirts when you open the door. It's just Nat anyway. Yes, Nat with her svelte waist and perfect hips.
"So, is that what you're wearing for our coffee date?" She taunts.
"I just woke up." You turn and let her follow. She's great at inviting herself in.
"Late night?" She purrs.
"Got a couple hours," you mutter as you go back to a kitchen.
"I know you're not drinking that horse piss," she says as she comes up across the arm of the counter. "I'm taking you out for a pistachio latte. Extra cream."
"Black is fine with me," you take the mug only for it to shatter, the hot coffee splattering across Bucky's shirt. The knife lands at your feet. "Nat!"
"It's butter knife. Relax."
"And? You told me once you could kill a man sixteen different ways with one."
"Oh, I can," she cackles. "Get some pants on. Let's go."
"Ugh, Nat--"
"Ugh, you," she hurls back. "He said you were in a mood."
You flinch, "I am."
"I always loved that you're a bitch," she snorts. "Get that bouncy booty moving."
You tilt your head and give her a mean look, "look who the fuck talking, bitch."
She laughs. You do too. She can be terrible but she's too cool for you.
"Yeah, give me a minute."
You go to get yourself together. That coffee would have helped a whole lot. You'll manage.
You get dressed and clean up. You come back down. The kitchen floor is clean, the broken cup cleared away. Bucky always said Nat was good at getting rid of messes.
"Fine, let's go. I'm cutting back on the cream though."
"Coulda fooled me," she scoffs.
"Nat," you chide again.
"What? I'm sure Bucky can't get enough... since you got more than plenty to give."
"Shut up."
"Well, if you wanna do something about it, you can always take up sparring again."
"And get my ears boxed in by a trained assassin, fun." You roll your eyes and go out into the entrywau.
"You get your back blown by one," she retorts over your shoulder. You shoot her the finger. Sometimes you forget that about Bucky. How dangerous he really can be.
đ
You take Nat up on her invitation. Both of them. After the calorie-loaded latte, you let her take you to the compound for a workout. Itâs been a while. Too long.
Since the wedding, you just kind fell off everything. That was three years ago. You just never got back on it. There was always something else.
When you wanted to read, Bucky wanted to talk. When you wanted to try that new game you bought, he wanted to go out for dinner. Whenever you wanted anything, he had the perfect distraction. Just like last night.
You should feel better. Thatâs what you keep arguing with yourself. Youâre losing that battle along with the one with Nat. She knocks you off your feet and the air rushes out of you on impact.
You never beat her. Never even came close. Youâre not a mercenary, or a soldier, or an assassin. Youâre not one of them. Youâre just you and youâre starting to think thatâs not enough.
You stay on the mat. She steps over you and offers her wrapped hand. You take it and let her pull you to sitting. You wave her off as she sets her feet.
âNo more.â
âYouâre conditioning is shit,â she drops down across from you, draping her arms over her knees. âI thought heâd keep you in peak shape.â
âNat,â you shake your head.
âOkay, I get it. Soft spot. Whatâs the matter? You and the doofus not fucking?â
You sigh, âno, we did. Last night. It was...â You shrug.
âWow, sounds amazing,â she says dryly.
âIt could have been. He was away a whole month.â
âI thought youâd be drooling,â she chuckles. âWhen you were dating, I remember him pinning you on this very mat.â
âYeah, well... he couldnât even pick up the phone the whole time he was gone.â You stare down at your thighs. You lean back and feel your bloat. âUgh, Iâm not even mad about it. How can I blame him? Look at me.â
âBut last night?â She argues.
âYeah, last night, with the lights off, as I tried to pretend I was anyone else,â you exhale and look away. âNat, I should be crying about this. Iâm not. I canât.â
âHave you talked to him?â
You give her a look.
âRight. Talk to Bucky. Good luck.â
You chew your lip and finally your heart decides to kick up. Your stomach churns. You look at her as a wrinkle lines your forehead.
âWhat?â She urges.
You scrunch up your lips. Just say it. Say it and itâll sound so stupid youâll know itâs wrong.
âI think maybe... maybe itâs not going to work. Maybe...â you push your shoulders up. âMaybe I should look into lawyers.â
âDivorce?â She gasps.
You nod. It makes sense actually. You thought youâd take it back the minute it met the air. For once, you think you might be right. What did she always say? Trust your gut.
#bucky barnes#dark bucky barnes#dark!bucky barnes#bucky barnes x reader#series#drabble#mcu#marvel#captain america#avengers#winter soldier#can't have one without the other
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Plenty of room folks, let's go!
Q. Hello! This is my first ask to you, I have followed this blog for a long time, but I was here for the Sherlock of it all, and just never unfollowed as it slowly became a full-on 911/Buddie blog. Anyway I do watch 911 but as more of a casual viewer. I enjoy the show, but I've always been more passive with my viewing. Long time Peter fan, I love him! Sorry, the Buddie stuff always felt like bantering besties, I really hope that's not an insult on a Buddie blog?!? to me until the last 2 episodes. It was a noticeable shift in those episodes, especially from Buck in that final scene. That was romantic and even my husband yelled "holy shit Buckley's in love Diaz". It was pretty blatant from Buck but the Eddie stuff was more interesting because the close up on his face strongly implied that he was also having a very hard time with this and that he's definitely struggling with his emotions as well. I never thought of them as a couple but now that I have I kind of really need see it, haha. How long has this been going on?? Have I missed a lot of stuff between them? Because I can't believe I never noticed it until now! Love the blog btw!
A. Hello, anon! This ask made my day, thank you. There is something so genuinely endearing about this ask and I'm so happy you reached out! First of all I cannot even remember when I last made a Sherlock post so you have been here a while, lol. And no worries, calling them bantering besties is not at all an insult. They are best friends and they do banter so you didn't say anything wrong. They're also best friends who are about to become lovers though, and you picked up on things exactly when you were supposed to so don't worry about missing anything. You're the exact type of viewer these last 2 episodes were written for. As for how long it's been going on well that answer will vary depending on what Buddie fan you ask. They've been 'shipped' together since season 2 and we can all give you a very long list of things that have 'happened' between them that did not feel or look strictly platonic. But you, and your husband, noticed it exactly as you were supposed to. Buddie shippers are already there. We're already waiting, we've been waiting, lol. They didn't need to explicitly show us the shift, but they did need to show the GA, viewers like you and your husband, the shift so that's what these last two episodes, especially episode 10, were written as blatantly as they were.
Your husband is correct, Buckley is in love with Diaz. Buck just isn't aware of that himself yet, but that realization is coming for Buck really soon. Well done on picking up the Eddie stuff, although it was played perfectly by Ryan, there are some people who, incorrectly and ignorantly, believe he didn't portray his part strongly enough. If the GA picked up on Eddie then clearly Ryan did what he was supposed to do and he did it well. Eddie's behind Buck just a bit in terms of realizations. We don't yet know Eddie's sexuality situation, something we will likely get a clearer picture of in the coming episodes. The GA needs the blanks filled in on Eddie and it sounds like that information is coming sooner rather than later. Long story short, lol, you noticed things exactly as you were supposed to, anon. The show needed viewers like you, and your husband, to notice the difference between the two in order for their relationship to not feel 'out of nowhere' to the general audience. You don't have to go back and rewatch their scenes, BUT if you do rewatch things, with your new found perspective, I would love for you to drop me your thoughts on those scenes now! Welcome to the ride, glad to have you. Enjoy the things to come. đ©·
Thank you Nonny!
AAAAH! I love this so much. I've seen so many people of the GA 'waking up' to the Buddie epicness over the course of the two last episodes. It's wonderful.
I'm so looking forward to seeing more of these people jumping out of the woodwork, wondering how long this buddie thing has been going on.
What a great time to be in this fandom. So grateful right now!
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#anonymous blog I love#buddie#buddie speculation#911 8b speculation#eddie diaz#evan buckley#nonnies galore
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i got another request idea, I'm never stopping requesting as long as i get ideas but sadly its percy cause I'm brain can thinking faster for him. I apologize, anyways an jealous Percy reader where reader likes to help in the infirmary and Percy comes wounded inside like small and there's another boy jokingly flirting with reader and reader just laugh cause she knows he makes jokes like that ( nothing extremes like i just imagine cheesy pick up lines)
...Jealousy...


Percyâs least favorite days were when you went to help in the infirmary, such as today. Now the reason is simply because Percy is very clingy and canât follow you around like a lost puppy. Therefore, he purposefully lets the campers he trains land a couple minor hits on him when sword-fighting so he has an excuse to see you (even though he can just go to the lake.)
Seeing Percy walk in for the seventeenth(fourth) time today, you exhale. Percy makes his way towards you. âHey angel,â you cut him off. âNo, go fill out an incident report first.â
âcâmon angel, please..â
He whines not wanting to âfill out a stupid reportâ, but complies and grabs a form. After filling it out, he finds you and hands it to you. Muttering a âwas that so hard,â you scan over the paper before bringing him to a cot and closing the curtain.
A small muttered âyesâ escapes his lips, earning an annoyed huff. He sits down on the cot and lifts his orange camp shirt to show the cut on his abdomen. With a raised eyebrow you inhale âthatâs what you came here forâŠbandaid wound..if you're gonna get injured just to hang out with me.. donât make it so obvious like earlier.â
You put a singular blue bandaid on it and stand up âi love you perce âŠso so muchâŠbut please get outâ He grins before standing. âWow, you re going to send m,e out after having such a traumatic injuryâŠwithout a kissâŠgirlfriend of the yearâ he murmured sarcastically.
The corners of your mouth fight a smile at the clinginess of your boyfriend. You turn to him and plant a gentle peck on his lips âHappy?â you ask. Getting what he wanted, a kiss, he has a boyish grin on his face âno, but it will do for now i suppose.â
You shove him towards the imfimary exit before going back to tending to other campers. Percy makes a choice to linger for awhile (shoooocker). As he lingers a camper come up to you; he watches as the camper says something that mustâve been a complimeant given the smile and thanks you responed with.
Watching the camperâs gaze fall on your lips a little too long for percys (and your liking, given the glance you gave him) he feels a small spark of jealousy inside him along with the fact that hes just annoyed beacuse he hasnt seen you much today. He takes a moment to gouge his options, walk over there and make sure the camper knows your in a relationship, or let you handle it yourself. He was about to go with the latter option before looking back over and that small spark ignites at the way the campers gaze switched from your lips to your chest for a moment.
With a slight scowl, Percy wraps an arm around your waist and looks at the camper. The camper looks at Percy, the back at you ,a look of relization flashes across his face before scurrying off. âyâknowâŠjealousy looks like really good on you perseusâ you hum.
âOh yeahâŠhow good?â
You huff and gently smack him on the chest âshush you pervâŠi was going to ask if you wanted to help me in the infimary for the rest of the day but I wont just for that.â Percys face drops âno no no noâŠim sorry truly sorry..please let me stayâ he begs.
âFine..only if you promise not to make any sex jokesâ
âi promiseâ
He infact made more sex jokes.
#shootingstarâ#starsâpercyfics#percy jackon and the olympians#starsâmoots#percy jackson x reader#percy jackson#percy jackson heroes of olympus#percy jackson fanfiction#dividers by me#photos from pinterest#starsâinbox#its 2 am#i tried but im not good at writing jealousy
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Have you caught up on JoongEst interaction? Est left a comment "HBD bro" to Joong bd post and Joong responded by saying "I'm happy. Thank you." Few days later, Joong also liked Est's post.
There are WILD theories going on, apparently some ghostshipping accounts claiming Joong & Est are secretly dating because they have matching rings, same clothes, etc. and lovestragram, and Joong changing his bio to #rest means Est because "R" is Rivipon (Est's name) + "est" = "Est" and Est's comment being the only one Joong responded with words while others being just a heart.
I don't even know if I'm supposed to take this seriously because I've seen bl actors wearing same clothes and accessories within their group of close friends so many times, and this argument being used in every dating rumor just doesn't hold enough substance for me. I need some actual stuff like when MewTul was being rumored to be bfs like helping the other's sibling do homework while the other one is not even around. Anyway, the most interesting part for me was Daou did NOT wish Joong hbd. So before Est was the one who blocked Joong while Daou never unfollowed Joong, and now Est and Joong followed back each other, commented and liked posts and Daou is out of the picture. And Est was still hanging out with Daou like yesterday, so.
You said capitalism in your post when they followed back and I think I feel the same way since Daou is not part of LOL but Est is. I'm genuinely wondering where this would go once LOL preparation starts.
There is no ethical consumption under capitalism, so if the lure of more money is what gets me the return of Hot Girl Summer, then so be it!

If the Twitter mafia wants to think that Est wrote two O's on Joong's birthday post because he wanted to write "boo" instead "bro," I support it because Bangkok is experiencing excessive heat with its ridiculous humidity, and people are going to start acting up because they are cranky, so the more love we have, the better.
But I think the mafia could come up with a better reasoning for Joong only responding to Est with words when he responded to everyone else with †like pettiness: I'm happy (despite the issues you caused over the last few months). <- (PERIOD?!) Thank you (for nothing!). <- (ANOTHER PERIOD?! This is hostile!)
But my favorite has to be the "#rest" theory because that would make him the Taylor Alison Swift of BL Land playing 4D chess when my ass is just trying to play checkers.
Either way, I'm excited to see what is planned for LOL Fest because Joong has already stated he wants to see William and Est perform (as if he won't be performing with them! Can't trick me twice, Ariana Grande and Cynthia Erivo!). Thanks, different anon, for that link.
If it's genuine, that's great, but if it's Joong putting his streaming media production degree to use, so he can continue to cash those checks, even better! Just because he no longer has a frog to feed does not mean he doesn't have bills to pay. RIP, Edward.

So unlike some other fans *cough* Ohm *cough* I'm going to support my chismoso in collecting his bahts and his bag like a young Lucille Bluth, and if May 19 rolls around and they are back to blocking each other, then I hope he convinces Khaotung and First to be the new Hot Girls of the Summer.

Thank you for this information, and I hope you have the exact day you want with little treats sprinkled in.
#united we stand; divided we ruin the LOL Fest and one of GMMTV's biggest money makers#is this how I get capitalism to work for me?#I'm happy for the kids though#I don't care if this is fake or not#going to support a hardworking youngster collecting his checks
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> online animation community wants 2d animation to make a comeback in theatres > mainstream 2d animated film currently in theatres > barely see online animation community talking about it > ?????
Should I be worried? I really want this film to do good⊠(love the new banner btw <3)
i agree that hypocrisy is often extremely prevalent in online animation communities, but i don't like putting the blame on consumers (or, at least, people going "YOU ARE ACTIVELY HURTING THE LIVELIHOODS OF THE ANIMATORS IF YOU DO NOT SEE AND SUPPORT THIS FILM RIGHT NOW", ESPECIALLY when people working in animation spread that message--which, nobody has been doing for this film, but i do see it sometimes.) it's just going to turn people away even more and turns the moviegoing experience into an obligation, which should never be the case (perhaps in contrast to my own excessive advertising of the film!). there are certainly people who could benefit to own up to their word, but, ultimately, it's not the consumer's fault that the film has essentially been set-up for failure by nearly being written off and sent off to a very small distributor. the public is not responsible for the irresponsibility of the higher ups. i can't get too mad at people not knowing about the film because.. well, it's by design.
personally, i'm avoiding all talks or acknowledgement of the box office. this film has been through the wringer and back and it's amazing that it's even released at all, much less theatrically. its existence is a win in itself. it would be wonderful to even see it break a profit--i'll be realistic and say i personally am not sure if that'll be the case, but i would love to be wrong! but i think it's just a genuine miracle that this film has survived, much less even been made at all. it really feels like it shouldn't have. but it has, and its survived against all odds.
and while i'm keeping expectations realistic about box office numbers, i still think it's incredibly important to try anyway. this probably won't make a huge turnaround. try anyway. yes, it's a miracle that the movie exists in itself, and that is worth celebrating alone. convince anyone and everyone you know to go see it anyway. people working on the film themselves are saying that your--our--support makes a difference. even if it feels "redundant", try anyway.
so, no, i wouldn't essentially be "worried". encourage your friends to see it, go see it yourself, patronize it in any way you can. instead of getting mad at people not talking about it, pick up the slack yourself and spark a domino effect of difference. i've been so overjoyed to hear how many people i've convinced to see the film. please keep it coming! i wouldn't have done it if i wasn't persistent about it, likely to a degree of annoyance haha! i think, genuinely, much of the problem is that people simply don't know about it. it's not out of spite or willful ignorance. it's because WB doesn't want people to know about it. it has literally been set-up for failure. that's not the fault of the consumer. so just do what you can, spread the message and use positive reinforcement instead of shaming people (not saying you are!! but just in general), and, most importantly, ENJOY IT!! enjoy the novelty of seeing 2D animation on the big-screen. enjoy the novelty of seeing a funny, gorgeous and heartwarming movie. enjoy a very welcome distraction from The Horrors (this has been the carrot dangling over my head to get out of bad times for years, and now i'm kind of falling into a depression that it's "over" haha). spread the news and spread the love
and THANK YOU!!!! i'm always so hesitant to change my theme, but i just HAD to.. it's the cutest thing i've ever seen and just feels right at home here. gifs that radiate happiness. i'm happy you like it!!
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Itâs Wednesday! I love your writing I found it like a month ago on ao3 and have since devoured everything on there and have now moved to sifting through your tumblr to consume all of your fantastic art. Itâs so good no I love your magnus and Alec.
To the prompt!
I would really like to see something like Alec captured because of his light wood/trueblood heritage maybe to control him for his powers or something, and then Magnus comes for him âterribly sorry but this is mineâ and some peak comfort for Alec in the aftermath cuz heâs not used to being completely helpless in a bad way
You have full artistic liberties of course to do whatever feels best for it Iâll love it no matter what thank you for doing this!
this is very sweet! i'm glad you are enjoying it so much because i do love writing them! I realize it's been a very long time since this was sent but I really appreciate this ask and enjoyed the prompt involved!
i hope you also enjoy <3
a stolen heart
Alec drifts, his thoughts too brief to truly form, a haze enveloping his mind as he fights to surface while sinking deeper still.
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âYou said he might take longer on this mission than usual.â Itâs hardly a true consolation but Ragnor offers it anyway, a small frown lingering on his face as he studies Magnus carefully.
This was supposed to be a leisurely night spent reminiscing and it has been, for the most part.
There was also a fairly long monologue halfway through of how much Magnus adores âhis Alexanderâ but well, Ragnor does enjoy hearing about Magnus being happy, even if he grumbles about it.
Yet that peace has come to an end as the clock slowly ticks past three.
Itâs now a quarter past four am and Ragnor finds himself nervous as well. Heâs on his third pipe in the last hour, fingers clenching the warm bowl as Magnusâ drumming fingers fill his ears with a nervous staccato.
Magnusâ phone rings first.
Then Ragnorâs is ringing, even as Magnus is hurriedly snapping his open. He doesnât even bother to use his hands, magic performing the act with all haste. Fire messages arrive even as a voice frantically shares information through the phone.
There are no hellos.
Ragnor listens to his own call hollowly, watching the devastation on Magnusâ face turn to a visage of fury and rage so great that his control over his magick shatters.
Ragnor mourns the loss of his rug â even if mended, the stench of brimstone will never fade â even as he summons several items and snaps his fingers, sending back duplicates of one message to answer the three fire messages sent.
âBring him back promptly,â Ragnor says because as unnecessary as it is, he knows Magnus will appreciate the thought. âCat is already on her way over. Weâll be here, ready for you both.â
For a brief moment, there is a flash of terrible vulnerability on Magnusâ face and then itâs gone, like a strike of lightning too quick to truly be seen but one that leaves a lasting mark even once faded.
Ragnor feels as though his own heart is breaking as he watches Magnusâ leave, but he will be of no help there, not when Magnus wields more than enough power and anger.
Here is where he will be of the most use.
â
Heâs done.
Magnus has had more than enough of being polite.
Heâs had enough of being diplomatic and understanding even as his Alexander â Magnusâ husband â runs off on missions with other, inferior warlocks.
Itâs worse this time.
Alexander is the one doing Magnusâ friend a favor and yet Magnusâ once friend has lost him.
Kallen had dragged Magnusâ beloved out to to help train a doubled response team â one with both warlocks and shadowhunters working together â to subdue a possible demonic summoning. Kallen had assured Magnus that he was more than capable of protecting Magnusâ beloved and that really, considering it wasnât his territory, that it would be better to leave it to the local warlocks.
Magnus is never falling for such idiotic drivel again.
Perhaps in the past he would have let an accident slide by. Itâs not as though Kallen planned a trap or purposefully led Alexander into true danger, but the fact that it happened at all is reason enough not to risk it again.
The scene is brutal when he arrives.
Blood, ash and bodies scatter the ground.
From first glance it looks like a battlefield but Magnus understands what heâs looking at instantly.
A ritual.
One that mundanes attempted to perform and the backlash was enough to take their lives, considering that some of the ingredients and an artifact in the middle of a pentagram are real enough, if of utterly shoddy craftsmanship.
Magnus asks no questions, ignoring Kallen and the other warlocks gathered and bypassing the existence of Londonâs shadowhunters entirely.
The energy that lingers on the edges of a burnt circle belongs entirely to Alexander. Itâs barely a trace but for Magnus, itâs more than enough. Blood drips down his clenched fists, the bloodied crescents heâs dug into his own skin already healing even as he chants.
To take Alexander is to invite death and while heâs a bit late to whatever party has his boy, Magnus would hate to disappoint.
â
Alecâs mind is clearer, but not by much the next time he manages to open his eyes.
Everything around him is still a blur but he tries to piece things together.
There are restraints, both magical and physical, keeping him down and if it werenât for the tether Magnus has bound to his very soul, he doubts he would even be conscious. As it is, Magnusâ magic is fighting with him and for him, giving him the strength that he desperately needs even as his own is seeped away.
The tang of copper floods his senses as he chokes, body convulsing as he weakly coughs out a mouthful of blood, trying not to drown on it.
The noise around him is overwhelming. Heâs too disoriented to focus on any one sound and the lights are unstable, dimming and brightening and making his headache worse. In any other situation, Alec might feel hopeless but he clings to what little senses he can and lets Magnusâ magic take as much control as it needs.
Time drips past like the slow drip of honey from a cold spoon. The seconds cling to him, minutes stretching into what feels like hours and the pain threatens to take him down when everything explodes.
âTerribly sorry to interruptââ and oh, itâs Magnusâ voice. Magnus is here. âBut this one is mine.â
Itâs with relief that he welcomes the darkness of unconsciousness this time, knowing instinctively that Magnus has come for him.
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notes:
Alec: okay just relax, donât fight the pain but donât let it consume you, cling to magnusâ magic he will get here when he can we just have to hold on
Magnus: ... alec is hurt and i am not there? Everyone involved is dead to me. No longer friends. Blacklisted. I will burn them alive in edoms flames - rest in ashes ragnor's rug -
Alec: time is hard, i just have to be patient i have no idea how long has actually passed
Magnus: every second is a thousand years filled with turmoil and heartbreak and if i donât get there in the next five minutes i will kill everyone involved and use their energy to go back in time
Alec: oh is that magnus? Oh thank fuck everything is fine now iâm gonna actually let myself pass back out because i trust him and heâs got this under control
Magnus: i took too long... Lets just kill everyone here and call it backlash. For once alexander canât complain about the potential paperwork involved
#lumine writes#writing wednesday#writing wednesdays#a stolen heart#malec#magnus bane#alec lightwood#ragnor fell#team immortal#shadowhunters
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Hi, Tin! I love your writing and I have a prompt for you, if you are interested) what if Tang family is too afraid of Tang Bo leaving permanently and eloping with Cheong Myeong? So they initiate marriage negotiations with Mount Hua. It can be angst (CM is socially isolated and insecure about his position) or romantic comedy (awkward situations and protective Cheong Mun), up to you). Thank you in advance!
It was a well-established fact that the Dark Saint of the Tang Family was one of their generation's best.
So it came as no surprise when an influx of marriage proposals flooded their family's estateâbecause rumors started flying around that the Dark Saint was in search of a partner.
The Dark Saint held a reputation for being cold and ruthless. To cultivators and martial artists, he was someone they feared making into an enemy due to his sheer battle prowess and poisonous abilities. To normal civilians, he was a genius who wielded the Tang Family's techniques with cool precision and intent; to them, he was just another mysterious cultivator that they would only ever know of through gossip and stories.
However, in recent years, something shifted. His reputation among common folk was slowly altered. It started off with a supposed battle between him and the Plum Blossom Sword Saint which turned into a sudden and unexpected friendship.
Whereas in the past the Dark Saint would only go around Sichuan and closeby villages, he was now found going around different major cities and unknown ones.
He was often in the company of Mount Hua's Plum Blossom Sword Saint, who worked with him side-by-side to eradicate groups from the Demonic Cult and the occasional bandits and thieves.
For supposed Taoists, the two visited different establishments to drink alcohol and talk cheerily. It was during one of these moments that the first rumor began its spark.
"Ahhhh," The Plum Blossom Sword Saint groans in satisfaction. "That sure hits the spot!"
The Dark Saint chuckles as he tosses back his own drink. "If only I could enjoy everyday like this. Alcohol really is the best."
"What would your future wife think?" The Plum Blossom Sword Saint jokingly and dramatically shakes his head in disappointment. "To have a husband who loves alcohol more than his own wife...!"
The Dark Saint wiggles his eyebrows suggestively. "Trust me, I would make sure that my wife knows full-well just how much I love them."
The two of them share a silent, private conversation with just their eyes alone, that none of the other restaurant's customers could decipher, before they leave a generous tip and went on their way.
It snowballs from there.
All of a sudden gossip went around about the Dark Saint's interest in finding a wife. And so several people came to the same conclusion.
The reason why the Dark Saint is travelling around more than usual is because he's looking for a prospective wife.
Clearly, the Plum Blossom Sword Saint was there to provide moral support. How truly admirable and strong their brotherhood must be!
On the other hand, the head of the Tang Family was fully aware of their Dark Saint's single-minded interest in Mount Hua's Chung Myung.
Seeing all the stacks of letters that ranged from proposing strategic alliances and general marriage offers brought the current head of the Tang Family to a very different conclusion.
Tang Bo was trying to slowly draw himself away from their family by leaving their estate. He might be on the hunt, jumping from village to village, trying to create a dowry befitting for the hand of the Plum Blossom Sword Saint and scouting out all the best locations to settle down in.
It really wouldn't be too surprising of an idea if one day a letter turns up from the man with an intent of permanently moving to Mount Hua or some backwater village.
The Tang Family head shakes the thought of losing one of their best and genius members to one of the Ten Great Sects. If he wanted to maintain their family's reputation, he'll need to strike the first move.
And so he begins to pen a decisive letter to the Sect Leader of Mount Hua.
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Chung Mun's hands tremble as reads the letter sent to him by the Tang Family.
'Who did they think they were?' He would have bit out if he had any less self-restraint. The paper crumples in his grip and he receives a questioning glance from Chung Myung who was sprawled eating mooncakes on the opposite side of his desk.
"What's got you so worked up?" The subject of the letter askswithout a care.
Chung Mun takes a deep breath. "The Tang Family wishes for you to transfer into their estate."
He refuses to say out loud the marriage proposal that came along with this request. His Chung Myung was too young! The man might be a sixty years old, but that round face, cheeks carelessly bulging with mooncakes with crumbs littered on his chin, screamed too young for marriage!
"Oh." Chung Myung nods in understanding.
Chung Mun is glad that Chung Myung agrees that this was nonsensical. To think, they thought that Chung Myung would even leave Mount Hua forâ
"After the war is over, Tang Bo and I were planning to be roommates and travel the world a bit."
â?????
"Roommates?" Chung Mun's voices comes out slightly strangled.
"Yup. It's going to be great."
"No."
"'No'?"
Chung Mun tries to run through his previous conversations with Tang Bo. He knew that the man was capable of being underhanded, but he was also well-aware that Tang Bo respected him enough to not blind-side him with something like this. Especially since it concerned Chung Myung.
...
...Oh no.
"Fuck." Chung Mun says, full of feeling as he recalls Tang Bo off-handedly asking permission to live together with Chung Myung in the future.
"...Sect Leader?"
Chung Mun had thought that was a joke! He thought Tang Bo wasn't being serious! They were talking with alcohol in their systems!
The alarmed look that crosses Chung Myung's face informed Chung Mun that the way he felt his blood drain from his face was a visible, physical reaction.
"He asked for your hand in marriage." Chung Mun says faintly. "I said yes."
Chung Myung blinked at him. "Yeah? He told me?"
Okay. Tang Bo, to his credit, hasn't been leaving Chung Myung in the dark at least.
If Chung Myung knows and isn't reacting violently that means that he isn't completely against this. Even if Chung Mun was, he had to reorganize his priorties.
And his number one would be to make sure Chung Myung was happy.
((And to make sure that the Tang Family doesn't think they can step on Chung Mun and pull his little brother away.))
"I'll have to recheck the sect's budget and my own savings to make sure we have enough for the wedding preparations..." Chung Mun mutters as he begins drafting a response to the Tang Family with what he thought were better marriage agreement conditions.
But then, a flash of dread causes Chung Mun to pause writing and leave a dark ink blot on the paper. He suspected, but he really wishes that he was wrongâ!
"Huh?" Chung Myung gives Chung Mun a confused look. "We already got married though?"
#cmun: you didn't invite me to your wedding??!?!?!?!?#cm: we literally just a signed a paper and kissed#cm and tb eloped because cm didn't want to stretch out mount hua's resources during a war bc of wedding prep#tb and cm are too in love and just decided to get married in the middle of a drinking session actually#they only realized what they did when they woke up the next day but then 'hm? this isn't bad tho?'#anyway cmun asks them to redo their marriage lol he def cries when cmyung bows to him in lieu during the three bows#the tang and mount hua come to an agreement that they get half a year each đ#and if tang bo still dies in this au and cm is left a widower......jk jk but then again#»âââââââââââ#sorry this took me a while đ„șđ irl wasn't kicking it HAHAHAHA#I'm super happy to hear you enjoy my writing and thank you so much for the prompt WAHAHAHAHA#i havent finished reading the side stories yet so sorry if I messed up canon#might come back to this prompt if I find out more info bc there's so much to explore đ#and i had to stop bc this was already 1.1k HAHAHAHA#tangchung#chung myung#chung mun#tang bo#rotmhs#rotbb#return of mount hua sect#return of the blossoming blade#tin writes#my ask hole#w-s-kibela
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something something foils moving in opposite directions Goku's always happy to seek and fight stronger opponents because he spent most of his life being the strongest guy in the room and Vegeta wants to be the strongest/is always exhausted to find stronger opponents because he spent most of his life having to navigate his survival around the whims of the strongest guy in the universe room and so Goku has a foundation of safety and stability and so spends his time craving challenge and adventure and Vegeta has a foundation of challenge and adventure and spends his time craving safety and stability and the overlaid section of their venn diagram is that the only way they know how acquire and maintain those things is through battle
#thank you this has been the laziest media analysis post of my career#dbtag#media analysis#something something a game to goku is a threat to vegeta etc#there's a pinned thought here about how Vegeta also didn't learn about the dragon balls until he was ?? 30?? and so all loss is permanent#and goku has been familiar since he was ~12 and hasn't faced a permanent consequence since he was 10 years old and even then he got closure#sometimes I think about how Vegeta saw Trunks die and how Krillin was mad at him for reacting since they could fix it with the dragon balls#but Vegeta has very limited experience with the dragon so to him in that moment that was permanent and Trunks was Dead. Forever.#And we talked before in a 2am post about Vegeta having never experienced grief born of love and I stand by it because his feelings then wer#still very new and very odd and not something he'd accepted until that moment so it was raw power but not as powerful as it could've been#all this to say in my heart of hearts I think Vegeta deserves to retire at the end of super (if super continues) -- not as a warrior#but as an infantryman. he's a prince and now he's got his domain and his family and his planet to look after and I think he deserves#to go home and stay home and help piccolo bully gohan into training more often when goku inevitably leaves to hop the multiverse#geets wanted to take a sabbatical when Bulla was born but didn't get the chance because Freeza coming back freaked him out too much#but whether freeza gets a redemption arc or gets defeated -- Granolah's arc seemed to shift his perspective on being the strongest#and I just grips fist I just think it would be a really nice full circle for Vegeta to inherit his throne in a way he never expected and#finally get his kingdom to look after and protect in the way that he was looking forward to being king of his own planet all those years ag#Goku's got Broly and Jiren and Hit and all the others to keep him busy and happy now -- and if Freeza gets a redemption arc he'll probably#continue playing slap-ass with Goku for the rest of his life -- and Vegeta's got Gohan and Piccolo and Goten and Trunks#I just think them getting a nice bittersweet 'This is where we part ways' would be really nice for both of them because !!#They couldn't have done this without each other. They couldn't have known this kind of life was possible without each other.#So they swap lots and live happier than they ever imagined they could be#especially since Vegeta has proved to himself that he can close any gap Goku creates in progress that's not a concern anymore#And obvs the door's always open!! There's no point closing it Vegeta's tried the locks they don't work on Goku#anyway here's me putting the whole essay in the tags again#this isn't an essay as much as it is stream of consciousness tag blogging#anyway i'm too lazy to write fic or draw comics so we get ramblings instead
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ok very specific gripe about assassination classroom
But how comes the series is all "be yourself, use your hobbies, despite everyone judgement, for good" then just... Never questions the roasting of Mimura air guitaring?
Look at my boy! He's so unwell afterwards
Ik now there are more scenes later in the manga that again use it as a Punchline. It just encapsulates that weird gap of "things that are just never Not the Joke/Mocked" which kind of defeats the show messaging đ
t's not even used in a "do it anyway, grow strong and proud" like some others, it's just. There.
(hi rinka btw happy belated birthday to you)
Anyway unconsequential nitpicking rant over, have a good day.
#assassination classroom#ansatsu kyoushitsu#koki mimura#mimura koki#kouki mimura#mimura kouki#mimura kĆki#KĆki Mimura#IDK HOW TO TAG HIS NAME ARGH#koro sensei#i just love my mushroom boy so much :((( he never gets a spotlight AND is the butt of jokes about his harmless hobbies#whilst some classmates i won't name literal do SHADY STUFF that does under the radar#a little bit like our girl hara... the kind kids that were kept in the background... they were too amazing i fear...#like he's not even going to bounce back/roast koro back! he's a peacekeeper! he's just vibing and getting dunked on for it!#ik he's rather forgotten but hey i wanted to do it quickly and post it <3 my son. air guitar all you want fr#anyway yeah i'm a mimura fan idk if anyone knew it publicly. hes just fun. i even made an OC linked to him hehe :) i might share her someda#I DO KNOW in the future (thanks to irraydiance translation of the graduation album time personal history pages) that#âHis amazing air guitar bouts become the stuff of legend at the station and he js forcibly dragged on to TV shows and even#the world championshipsto showcase his talent" so I guess happy ending (and trip to Oulu in Finland) but come on!#Forcibly? I hope he learns to have fun and be proud of it#but it's not like canon gives us much... ]:( (<- the ] is meant to represent his bangs/haircut lol)#I know I'm taking it too seriously perhaps but it just. Irks me there's those small shortcomings in the manga! It's valid criticism!
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this whole epilogue is just a little treat for me oh my god. "familiar faces arrive in simulanka" does not even begin to cover it
#personal stuff#thorn plays genshin#literally gasped aloud seeing kaeya and jean#the besties........ hi.... i missed you guys so much. i'll cry#why'd the eng add that line in for kaeya. sounds like he just says ''thank you [?] miss''. why do they make him flirty he's just being nice#alice inviting the knights to simulanka once everything has calmed down... kaeya making jean take a break... what if i cry#kaeya i'm sorry . if it were up to me i never would have let you drink literal magic ink#COLLEI'S HERE TOO YIPPEE#we need to stop sneaking up on her. i feel bad whenever she gets scared :(#AWWW. she sounds happy to hear from him and wants to go say hello................... growth from her voicelines omg#AND MONA'S HERE TOO. WOOO#so glad we get to see her with the barbeloth stuff#i love when they use her idle animation in the middle of conversations it's neat :] also it using klee's constellation...#FISCHL TOO???? HII.#wanderer seeing fischl who absolutely does not remember him: oh god#ALBEDO AND KLEEEE. OH MY GOD.#klee saying mini durin is her big brother wAUUUGH.#alice just inviting her whole extended family [mondstadt + collei] is so so so so sweet. oh my god#HARD LEFT TURN?? HELLO??#albedo popping up to be like yeah that prophecy that durin will come back to life is true i've been studying it.#HELLO?????#REALLY interesting stuff. cannot believe they stuck this in a limited time event. Again#not sure if durin really will be the one coming back to life?they'd have to remodel all of dragonspine if so. or get him a new body#but yeah it just says ''rhinedottir's child'' will come back to life that could be any one of her creations right?#anyway we didn't get a fontaine event with albedo visiting elynas but this is a suitable substitute. i liked it a lot
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Omg I don't know if you remember this but I came into your inbox a few months ago to tell you I was watching Lost via my favorite Youtuber's recaps and he just dropped the season 2 one a few days ago: first of all, how on EARTH did you keep up with this insane plot like I am sooooo shaken and shattered by the sheer mystery of it all????? WHAT ARE THOSE NUMBERS ABOUT, THEY'RE everywhere!!!! Also it took me an embarrassingly long time to realize Evangeline lily is playing Kateđ The whole time I was like wow Kate looks so much like Evangeline lily, so you can imagine that if I'm lost here I'm pretty much Lost(tm) with the plot too but you know what? I'm having a grand old time, I'm loving this. Update: he just got to the season 2 finale and WHERE are they taking Kate, sawyer and Jack???? Hello????????? I'm so done this is so great
I REMEMBER YOU, the person watching lost in the most fascinating way possible đđđ anon i'm cracking up, this is so funny. i love that you're like WHAT about everything, you're having a truly authentic lost viewing experience. im so glad you're having a good time and finding it so engaging!!! THE NUMBERS omg one of my fav mysteries from the show tbh! ALSO THE END OF S2 when they others just up and kidnap kate, sawyer and jack and michael just sails away on his tiny tugboat sdkjlgfdskj and you find out ben is not only an other he's the LEADER
when lost was airing my passtime was literally rewatching episodes multiple times during the week to try and connect dots/develop theories about what was happening. i had a notebook and i would rewatch every episode two or three times before the next one aired, and write down notes kjldsfjkdskd but i can tell you something, it did not save me from being shook AT ALL, the plot twists hit me just as hard anyway đ i've never been very good at puzzling out mysteries on tv shows so as much theorising as i did, i was still able to be completely surprised by every single reveal, which i really liked!! also because i'm in australia, the episodes would air here like 6 months after the US for the first few seasons, so i would only talk about it with irl people (this was all pre twitter etc so it was v easy to avoid spoilers online, you simply didn't google the show!) but then once the season was over there was a lost forum that i would go on and i'd catch up on everyone's theories over the season, and spend the break between seasons talking to people and sharing ideas/thoughts about the end-of-season cliffhanger, i honestly miss that lol
PLEASE return and update me when your youtuber drops the next recap and you see what happens in s3 lol
#i was in highschool/early uni when it aired so i didn't have the schedule of an adult#and was thus able to dedicate so much time to lost lol#it was a big part of my life those six years i really loved it :)#anyway thank you so much for coming back to update me i'm so happy to hear from you again!#asks#anon
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hi I was looking through your fics the other day and I was reminded that you wrote one of my favorite guili fics ever and I was wondering if it would be ok with you if I made fan art based on it? Zhongli "I do not want to be that person again" Relearning violence he tried so hard to leave in the past and him being inherently kind but war carves him into something he does not want to be lives in my mind RENT FREE all these years and I!! Found your fic again and fell in love with it all over again, your writing is MAGNIFICENT and sooo beautiful thank you for sharing it with us
omg I'm so sorry I'm so horribly late responding to this I haven't been on tumblr in a While but yes!!! I would be so flattered if you did!!! I'm so very touched that you liked the fic enough to want to draw fanart of it thank you đđđ
#lmfao haven't been on tumblr for so long that my laptop straight up kicked me out of my account#and then I had to spend a good while struggling to remember my password again sdlkfjslkdfjskl#ANYWAY THANK YOU THIS WAS SO LOVELY TO COME BACK TO I'M SO HAPPY YOU LIKED MY FIC SO MUCH#ask#text
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just realized i only have one water flight dragon which i feel like makes all this tidelord lore a million times more interesting for my lairs lore
#everyone else is in it for saving sorenith but teasel has personal stakes#he doesn't know his family so tidelord is like the closest he'll ever have to a bloodline#he does have a lovely wife and they raise her little cousin together but i feel like he'd still see this tidelord stuff as a HUGE deal#he 100% left the lair to help in the expedition#he came back and broke the news abt the shade to everyone#i'm imagining everyone happy to see him coming home but as he gets closer he's got that thousand yard stare on his face#sassy speaks#anyways i never knew where to go with teasels lore thank you fr staff for making it easier#my undertides are def in this too i'm sure it's pretty personal to them#i think they're helping from the lair tho. still personal stakes but def not AS personal#still doing way more than the other dragons but not as hands on as teasel#imagining my undertides spreading water flight folklore to the other dragons#fr#flight rising
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â pairing(s): aventurine, dr ratio, boothill, gallagher, sunday, sampo, jing yuan, blade, luocha, jiaoqiu, moze, dan heng, gepard, caelus, welt (seperate) x reader
â© inspo: Satellite by Smash Mouth (i'm serious)
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in which: his mind drifts off to when he's thinking about you.
⧠a/n: grinded too hard on this feeling like a degenerate. healthy body healthy mind tho :P
đ cw: SMUT, gn reader, window fucking, manhandling, oral, overstimulation, dacryphilia, shibari, frotting, edging, outdoor sex, semi-public sex, blowjobs, vague a/b/o if you squint, biting, clawing, cockwarming, pegging, getting caught, fliming, biting, clawing, predator/prey, slight corruption kink? (virgin reader in welt's), voyuerism, toys, stacking donuts on it, whipped cream, etc etc, blowjobs, not proofread
â wc: 4.3k
MINORS DNI, 18+ ONLY
⯠Aventurine
Rest assured, AVENTURINE has all sorts of dirty thoughts running around in his mind. Some are jokes, heâll bring up fucking you on the poker tables, but he never really means it. That one is far too outrageous for even him, he doesnât want to damage his and your reputations. As much of a celebrity he is, there are certain things he likes to keep away from the media, and that includes you. Unfortunately, that doesnât stop the press from spreading rumors that he does, in fact, have a partner.
However, one of his fantasies isnât far off from that idea. Thereâs something so scandalous about having you pressed up against the window, stripped completely, as he fucks into you. What are the odds someone were to look all the way up at his apartment, at that specific window? Will they see you? Will they see him? It sends a thrill down his spine, just to think about it.
Itâs not as if anyone would recognize you from that far up, and the same goes for Aventurine, but itâd be something to fan the flames of the rumors, no? Itâs not like his apartment is public knowledge, thank Qilpoth. But being able to show you off like that, at your most vulnerable, in the most intimate way possible⊠and all his.
⯠Dr. Ratio
VERITAS does not allow himself to think of such lewd thoughts throughout the day. It is inappropriate for someone of his position, and as much as he loves you, he doesnât wish to distract himself. When heâs off work however, and especially when he has time with you, he doesnât mind indulging in your fantasies. Your fantasies are his, he believes, and heâd do all he could to keep you happy, no matter how lewd it is.
However, youâve noticed one thing he particularly enjoys is throwing you over his shoulder, carrying you to the bedroom, before keeping you on edge all night. Itâs an artform that heâs perfected. Every lingering touch, every disapproving stare when you beg for more, as if youâre just so impatient. And yet, he praises you. Every single word goes straight to your core, causing you to whimper and shiver under his touch. And he rewards you with more praise, all while you feel as if your sanity is holding on by a thread.
If he finally has a day off that night? Good luck. His job isnât exactly easy, you know, and a lot of times he feels particularly stressed⊠and what could make him feel better? Thatâs right. Indulgence. He wants you to be a trembling mess, perhaps even a crying mess, to be so reliant on him for your orgasm while he enjoys whatever he can. He buries his head between your thighs most often, feasting like a famished man, yet always pulling back when your moans become too loud.
⯠Boothill
BOOTHILL doesnât have many fantasies, not now, anyways. Especially sexual fantasies. Heâs got all he wants when it comes to you, to taste you whenever he wishes, play with you how he likes. He likes to focus on your pleasure above his, even if he got his cock installed, sometimes he forgets he has it.
However, one thought has plagued his mind ever since he first saw you bare. He curses himself for always coming back to what he knows is destroyed and gone, and yet, he canât help but see it so clearly. To make love to you; yes, proper lovemaking, as much as heâs grown fond of the feverish way he devours you, he wants to take his time.
He pictures you riding him under the stars of his home planet, out in the plains. To feel the warmth of your skin against him, how the moon bathes you in its ethereal glow. He wants to enjoy the night of Aeragan-Epharshel, and he can only wish that he was human again. To feel you around him, the way your thighs would press against his sides, your hands on his chest. This thought has been the only one to make him wish he had still been human, still been alive, or had simply met you earlier.
⯠Gallagher
GALLAGHER is a simple man. Any fantasy heâs had is already fulfilled, he likes to think. Someone to come home to, someone to jack off to (as crude as it is), someone to simply hold. Yet, tonight, he finds himself dreaming of you.
Oh, what a torturous week itâs been. Every shift has been excruciatingly slow, from dealing with petty theft (how is that possible within a dream?) to chatting with regulars in the Dreamjolt Holstery. Both of his workloads have doubled in size, it seems, and he was finally starting to feel the effects of stress, something he swore he never dealt with. Yet, in those stray moments in the storage room, his mind finds its way to you.
To have you naked, spread on the bed, waiting for him, it makes him bite his lip. Sure, when he gets home, he can always ask⊠but thereâs something intimate about you knowing he had a bad day, that he needs to destress. He imagines all the ways he would take you, doggy, prone, have you ride him til you see stars⊠Perhaps he could text you and get the conversation going, but that would lead him to be distracted at work.
⯠Sunday
As virtuous as SUNDAY is, he cannot help but let his dirty thoughts get the best of him. For so long he had been neglecting his sexual needs, deeming such impure thoughts a sin and an obstacle to his pursuit for true order. And yet, of course he couldnât push such thoughts away. As your relationship progressed, his thoughts only became more wild and unrestrictedâ or at least, as âwildâ as a man so vanilla could get.
Itâs only natural for a man so tied to order to like the idea of relinquishing control. Not that heâd voice it, of course. He was head of the Oak Family, and was expected to keep up his appearances as such. No one needed to know that in his head, he was submitting to you so easily. He enjoys being underneath you, able to relax while you handle everything else. Even if you were simply riding him, itâs something that feels freeing. He doesnât have to be in control all the time, especially with you. This is his way of saying he feels safe, even in such an intimate manner.
He finds it hard to tell you, of course. He trusts you, but admitting that he likes something like that? Heâs never talked so lewd before. To come up to you, bring up the conversation, and say he wants to try being pegged? He blushes at the mere thought. Itâs not that you would say no, he isnât afraid of rejection. He simply canât fathom the words coming from his mouth. He doesnât enjoy feeling pathetic, either⊠knowing that heâd be putty in your hands as soon as the tip pressed in.
⯠Argenti
ARGENTI, who submits to your every whim and desire, does his best to not act on his own. Because of his vow, he does his best to curb all indulgences, sinful or not. However, with you, he believes there is room for leeway. He canât deny you, especially when the mere thought of you stirs up such delicious ideals, especially when you tell him all youâd like to do with him, and to him.
And that's when his mind wanders. When heâs alone, his mind occupied with thoughts of you and only you, he finds it hard not to touch himself. And so, he does, palming himself through his trousers as his breath becomes ragged. Youâll be back soon, he thinks, and it sends a shiver down his spine, making his cock twitch. What would you do if you were to catch him? Praise him? His cock twitches again, precum leaking through his trousers, as he continues to rub himself. Or perhaps you would scold him, how dare he do something so lewd. Without you. He canât help the moan that falls from his lips.
He wants you to catch him, every single time. He leaves the door unlocked, sometimes leaving it open a crack, keeping his legs spread, angling his body towards the door. He does not mean to, but he tends to flaunt himself. Itâs all he feels he can do as he waits, and waits, and waits. He needs you to see him before he makes a mess of himself, so proudly, all for you. You have caught him a few times, and you donât disappoint when you do. Sometimes you do scold him, punishing him by deciding to finish the job yourself, only to leave him on the cusp, over and over and over, making him plead and beg you for more with such a beautiful face. Glossy eyed, flushed cheeks, raw lips, itâs wonderful to have such a pious knight at your mercy.
âŻSampo Koski
You can never evade SAMPO, nor can you evade what dirty thoughts linger in his mind. He loves to tell you all he wishes he could do, either over the phone, over video, or in person. and he never ceases to get you hot and bothered. Itâs simply the way of such a coy man, always eager to please and be pleased. Your satisfaction is guaranteed.
Of course he isnât tame. When heâs horny, he has too much energy to spend, and it causes him to get antsy. He canât focus until he gets off. So why donât you help him with that, as much as you can? Heâd like a little something he can keep with him forever, thatâll keep him going when youâre unavailable. So why not film your own porn with him? He introduces the idea with such fervor, beaming as he asks.
That becomes a habit. After a couple thousand watches, he decides he needs more. You canât tell if heâs doing this to perfect his filming technique, or if he actually does just want more, or even both. The first one you two filmed wasnât exactly the best, with his phone set up on the bedside table with the lamp as a stand. The shot wasnât exactly perfect, but he could still see you riding him, and your moans were as clear as day. The second one is clearer, capturing your entire body as you rode his face, also with pristine audio of your moans. Do you see a pattern? Itâs unclear if he likes to listen to it more than he likes to see it, as most of the time he is on the run. It doesnât stop him from trying to film different positions, though.
⯠Jing Yuan
Of course JING YUAN has all sorts of fantasies running around his head about you. When heâs just so bored with his duties, how can he not think of you? A little excitement keeps him wide awake in hopes heâll be able to act on some of them when the day is over. Or, perhaps he could call you in to keep him company? So many options, he thinks, so little time. For now, heâll have to keep himself occupied.
Heâs not necessarily the most perverted man, but some of the things he conjures up makes him feel that way. Such a prestigious figure answering to his base desires, something about that is so lewd to him. From the outside, he seems calm as can be. But inside his mind, he sees you on your knees underneath his desk, his cock in your mouth, cheek pressed against his thigh as he pets through your hair. Thatâs not the only thought in his mind, however. To have you sit in his lap, or grind against his thigh as you do your best to quiet your moans, pausing when someone dares to enter his space.
One of his favorites, however, is dismissing everyone from the Seat of Divine Foresight, calling you in, having his way with you on the desk. Perhaps it is tame compared to the others, but thereâs a certain thrill of it. The Cloud Knights that stand guard, would they know? Or perhaps they would assume itâs official business. Most people know of your relationship with the General, but sometimes a good reminder is needed. Heâs not a jealous man at all, but sometimes the way peopleâs eyes linger on you irks him ever so slightly. To have you laid back on his desk, legs hooked over his shoulders as he sinks as deep as he can into you, not making an effort to hide your pleasure at all.
⯠Blade
As stubborn as he is, BLADE doesnât necessarily have fantasies. Unless you can count dying. What do you expect from a man like him? When he wants something done, he gets it done, and that includes sex. If heâs out on a mission where you canât accompany him, then he does his absolute best to not think about his urges until he can get his hands on you again. Sure, heâs had his fair share of fantasies when he was Yingxing, but as Blade? Does a man like that deserve to have fantasies?
He only starts thinking about it when you âcriticizeâ him for it. When you share your fantasies with him, the most you get back is an âmhâ and a contemplative look. Is it wildly unfair that he doesnât have such lewd fantasies? No. But you kicked up enough of a fuss about it and it made him start thinking. It was a blessing and a curse. Suddenly, he couldnât stop thinking about your body, how you feel against him, your smell, every single part of you was suddenly put under such an alluring light. Senses within him that had been dormant for so many years suddenly reawaken.
Blade finds himself balling his fists every time he is away from you. He is suddenly more irritable and aloof, even anxious. For about a week every other month, a certain vision canât leave his mind. You, naked and pressed against him, clinging to him as if he was your only lifeline. He has you seated on his cock, his fingers digging into the skin of your hips to keep you there, as he takes all he can from your lips, swallowing every little moan as if he truly owned them. Something about having you simply seated on his lap, begging for more, doing your best to try and move yourself while he pushes you back down with a grunt, it makes his cock ache. At the same time, he canât see himself being that patient, heâs always been so eager to ravage you.
⯠Luocha
LUOCHA is quite forward with his fantasies and you. He sees no reason to keep them to himself, the worst that could happen was that you werenât into it, right? He doesnât find himself fantasizing too much, however, his mind normally on his travels and his coffin. When heâs with you, however, his mind is alight with all sorts of scenarios, some as innocent and sweet as candy, and others scandalous and lewd.
One of his favorite things to indulge in is shibari, tie you up in such pretty patterns, and have his way with you. He quite enjoys the control he has over you, for a man so complacent to your whims. His favorite way to tie you up is the butterfly harness, the way it frames your build so perfectly, emphasizing all his favorite parts of you. Not only that, but itâs versatile, giving him the choice to tie your arms back, or leave them be. Sometimes he chooses not to, enjoying the way you feel him up so desperately, doing your best to coax him to let you cum. Other times, he enjoys tying your arms back, simply helpless underneath his touch, like the teasing asshole he was.
With you tied up, something he does quite often is drag you along his cock, laying beneath you almost leisurely while you moan and beg for more. He looks damn near angelic underneath you almost every single time, unbothered, his hair only slightly messed up, and a soft blush dusting his features. You can beg all you want for him to be inside you, and all heâd do is tut and say you were doing just as good like this, why would he need to do more? You hate his cocky demeanor when you're just so close to orgasm, and heâs so adamant on dragging this out.
⯠Jiaoqiu
Needless to say, JIAOQIU likes to turn up the heat in bed. Sex with him can be as gentle and leisurely as you want, or as rough and fast as youâd like. All you need to do is ask. That sly smile has never done you wrong, aside from perhaps a couple of love bites and claw marks down your back. He has always been fond of such things, finding that it felt as if it was in his nature.
He does his best to leave your skin untouched, especially the areas where people could see. But a curiosity always lingered in him, on those days where he had been yearning for your body the most. When he has no time to pamper you in all the ways he wants, when he can only admire your beauty from afar. His eyes drop from your face to your neck, and wonders just how beautiful that soft skin would be if it brandished his mark. Could he stain such beauty?
Of course he can. And if he were to, heâd expect full well the same treatment. Heâd love to mark you up, allow others to know you are his. But he wants the same, as well. He feels insatiable, while your relationship is known, he wants people to know that you are his one and only. And that he is all yours. He strays from such visible places because of your professions, knowing that it isnât exactly⊠in the dress code. Such a shame, he thinks. Youâd look even more stunning with such a mark.
⯠Moze
MOZE enjoys cleanliness above all. The less mess, the better. Condom on during sex, with a washcloth ready at any moment, he tends to come prepared. Needless to say, heâs an aftercare king. He has a shower ready after you two come down from the afterglow, and pampers you in his own special way each and every time. Heâs not necessarily the most gentle during sex, but that doesnât mean heâs too rough, either. Just enough to make your legs shake.
And⊠heâd quite like to bathe you after heâs caught you, as well. What a thrilling thing, chasing after a mark that just so happens to be his partner. Because you know, wherever you go, you canât hide from him, on any of the Xianzhou Allianceâs ships. Even if he doesnât know the layout of some, he will find you. Itâs a chase that could last all night, for all he cares. The thought of it makes him shiver, and he can only hope you feel the same.
When heâd finally catch you, heâd haul you back to your place and make you wonder what heâd do to you, such a successful hunt should be rewarded, no? Itâd be hard to keep calm in his arms, knowing that youâre in for a long night, one where youâll inevitably end up sore. If you were to indulge, heâd make sure to do something different, every single time. He wouldnât want this to get stale, after all. He likes the thought of you squirming in his arms, trying to get off somehow, with no idea what heâd bestow upon you that night. With consent, of course.
⯠Dan Heng
As DAN HENG is a Vidyadhara, thereâs not necessarily a lot that gets him off (yet). After all, they reproduced asexually, and for a while, he really had no sexual urges, or anything of the sort. That doesnât mean you couldnât set an example, however. Heâs grown fond of watching you pleasure yourself in any way, shape, or form.
It started when he caught you masturbating one night, too shy to ask him for help, yet the urge was too strong to simply ignore it. It was stress relief, in a way. Needless to say, it ended up in a long talk about your own needs and his, and yet⊠he encouraged it. It sent heat straight to his belly and made him feel things he didnât know he could feel. Just because of the night, his mind tends to wander when he has too much freetime on his hands, or when the express is quiet. Itâs excruciating for himâŠ
And so, he starts gifting you all sorts of toys. To experiment with, of course. He likes to watch you use them most of the time, from vibrators, to dildos, sleeves, anything he thinks youâd like. He prefers to watch most of the time, from right behind you, or from the edge of the bed, as if he were any closer, heâd be interrupting something. On the rare occasion youâd invite him to help, he does everything with such hesitance, everything still new to him. It is wonderful to watch his cheeks flush when you moan a little too loud.
⯠Gepard
If you were to ask GEPARD if he had any fantasies, he'd blush and fluster and stutter over his words, before vehemently denying that he had any, no matter if you two were just dating, or married. Itâs hard for the captain of the Silvermane Guards to admit what heâs into, aside from taking care of you.
What he doesnât tell you is that secretly, he quite enjoys being at your mercy. For everything heâs done for you, heâd like it returned in equal amounts. He wants to be spoiled, in bed, outside of bed, whatever you can do for him. Who knew that the captain youâve come to know and cherish would just love giving up his control? It is the ultimate trust to him.
Thereâs nothing he wonât do for you (except tell you his âdarkest desireâ), so go ahead, pamper him! Pull out the strap and watch his cheeks flush, he would find himself unable to deny it. Spoil him the way he spoils you, do all the âhard workâ, and heâs putty in your hands. He moans low and quiet at first, too embarrassed to hear such a lewd noise come from himself. When he really gets into it, however, you can see his body relax, and he opens his eyes, watching your face as he allows all sorts of moans to spill from his lips.
⯠Caelus
CAELUS is kind of awkward at sex. Heâs not necessarily the best, but heâs not the worst, either. He likes to make things fun, who said fun canât be sensual? Of course, he has all sorts of silly and stupid ideas floating around his head, and heâs not afraid to share them, either. Half the time you canât tell if heâs joking or being serious.
Three stupid little sayings have stuck, however. His most favorite one to blurt out? Stack donuts on it! And as time goes on, he becomes more serious every single time he says it. To the point where heâs begging you to. Itâll be funny, he assures you, and hey, youâll get a good treat out of it! So, are you surprised when you walk into his room and heâs sitting there, with a box of donuts, after he had talked about it all day? No. You shouldnât be, anyways.
Itâs more like game night than anything, really. Youâre astonished at how heâs actually able to stay hard with all your snickering and giggling. He seems to be proud that heâs convinced you, and youâre really only at two donuts. And when you canât stack anymore, heâs whipped out a can of whipped cream. For what, you ask? All he does is point at his tip, and you get the idea. What had been a joke (you thought), turned into perhaps the best head he had ever gotten.
⯠Welt
Gentle and experienced, WELT doesnât let his mind stray too far when he thinks about you. He sees it as intrusive, as much as he loves you. He does his best to be careful, to be as gentle as he can with you. Especially with the knowledge that you were a virgin. You two had talked in depth about what would happen if you were to have sex, and he had assured you heâd take good care of you.
After all, who else would be better? He does his best not to think about it, as you do, because you yourself had been feeling some type of way recently, and suddenly talking to him about it after you just had a conversation like that was nerve wracking. What would you do? What would he do? You tell yourself there really is no need to be shy, that you can just⊠ask. Thatâs all it would take.
He takes pride in it, of course. He allows himself that much. When you find yourself underneath him with his cock fully seated inside of you. The way he shudders and moans is almost pitiful, perhaps he is sensitive because he never quite imagined youâd be this warm and tight, and it has him near whimpering. Was he this old already? Or perhaps he has been out of practice. He does his best not to dwell on it, and when you're ready, every thrust has him whining. He grips at the sheets so hard, his knuckles turn white. Itâs magnificent, really. To have a man with so many accomplishments under his belt moan so loud because he gets to take your virginity.
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you supported seungcheol through years of being an aspiring athlete, and all you got to show for it was your undergraduate degree and an awkward, stuttered apology when he dumped you to go semi-pro. now heâs back after an injury derailed his career, and thereâs only one problem: youâre the only one available to tutor him. you - 0; the universe - 1. talk about no return on investment.
✠pairing: choi seungcheol x f. reader ✠genre: exes to (lite) enemies to lovers; university au; angst, fluff ✠rating: while there is nothing explicit in this fic, there are two brief references to smut. while i can't stop anyone from reading this, i would prefer minors do not interact with this or any of my work. ✠warnings: cheol is some degree of famous, reader is a grad student/TA, mentions of an injury and coping with the aftermath of it, lots of economics talk that even i do not understand, swearing, one mention of alcohol, some misplaced jealousy, rom-com tropes, dino is kind of a loser but we love him anyway. probably a lot of other things i missed, but this is actually pretty tame for a fic of this length. ✠word count: 13.4k ✠thank you: a lot of people looked this over for me in the process and i'm sure i will forget some of them so if i do i'm sorry: @the-boy-meets-evil, @hot-soop, @highvern, and @haologram, who also gave me some wonderful ideas for the vlogs. thank you to MIT for opencourseware existing. i took microeconomics and dropped it, so i couldn't have done this without you. everyone in the discord server for helping me along the way and keeping me motivated. ✠author's note: i haven't posted a fic in nearly seven months, so i think it goes without saying that there are parts of this i like and a lot more i'm not 100% happy with. i'd love if this was more fleshed out and 10k longer, but i was able to write anything at all so it's good enough. this was written for the back to school with seventeen collab, hosted by @camandemstudios. thank you both for letting me participate! please make sure to check out the rest of the stories! everyone worked so hard and this collab was a ton of fun to participate in. <3
You look down at the paper. Back up at who handed it to you. Down at the paper again.
âYouâve got to be joking.â
The poor freshman kid laughs, all nerves, and even though the sound is grating, you remember what itâs like to be forced into work study. How far away graduate school seemed; how large your professors loomed over you with all their power and knowledge and credentials; how you constantly felt like the dumbest person in nearly every room you walked into for four straight years.
âUmââ
You sigh, just barely resisting the urge to slam your head onto your desk. âIâitâs fine, donât worry about it.â Your words do little to ease Freshmanâs nerves. Heâs still hunched over in the doorway of your office, wringing his hands as he shifts his weight back and forth, in for a lifetime of body pain with the way heâs squaring his shoulders. âYouâre sure about this, though? Like, Iâm really not being set up?â
âI donât think so?â he offers, slowly starting to turn green right before your eyes. âDr. Lee ga-gave me the paperwork himself, I donât think he wouldâve messed it up? Oh no, did I mess it up? Should I go back to Student Services and confââ
Good god, this kidâs anxiety is gonna stink up your office for weeks. âNo need!â you interject. âIâll justâŠâ Sign it, you want to say, but the longer you stare at the sheet of paper the quicker youâre losing your resolve.
TUTORING REQUEST FORM Student Name: Choi Seungcheol Degree: Undergraduate Major: Business Course: ECON04101 Introduction to Microeconomics Instructor: Lee Yeonseok, PhD. Recommended Tutoring: High (3-4 hours per week)
You curse under your breath. Of the two names on the paper, Dr. Leeâs does not come as a surprise. Heâs a notorious hard-ass with an infamous attrition rateâmost students donât last more than a week in any of his classesâbut heâs also the sole reason you were able to pay for someof your grad school tuition out of pocket with all the tutoring money you made.
That, however, was two years ago.
âDoes he know I donât tutor anymore?â Stupid question. The kid stares blankly back at you, as if to say I donât know any more than the people in Student Services, let alone Dr. Lee. It is literally my first year here. âIâm Dr. Ahnâs TA this year. Iâve got my hands full with her bullsh⊠stuffââ
Immediately, you know youâve said something wrong, because the kidâs eyes light up, all that previous anxiety disappearing like smoke. âWait, the same Dr. Ahn that teaches the crypto course?â
âNo, that one died,â you say quickly. Kid deflates. âAnyway, I donât really tutor anymore, especially for econ. As you can seeââyou gesture vaguely around the cramped four walls of your officeââtheyâve upgraded me. They even put my name on a little placard by the door! Go look! They spelled it wrong! If that doesnât sum up this university I donât know what does.â
You heave another sigh. Try to school your face and tone into something that exudes professionalism and finality. âLook, Iâm sorry I canât help you. I tutored Dr. Leeâs students for, like, three years in undergrad so Iâm sure they just⊠forgot that wasnât my actual job here. Whoâs in charge of tutoring these days? Iâll shoot them an email and explain all this.â
Freshman gives you a name, and it takes less than a second to find them in the employee directory. You expect that to be the end of it, but heâs still taking up space in your doorway. You quirk an eyebrow. âYes?â
The hand-wringing returns, along with an embarrassed flush that disappears beneath the neckline of his school-branded sweatshirt. âI justâum. Maybe you could, uh. Send that now? Before I get back there?â
You blink. âDonât you have to go all the way back across campus? How slow do you think I type?â He shrugs, and you give up on the idea of getting rid of him. âFine. Whatâs your name, anyway?â
âLee Chan. Iâm a sophomore. Do you know that guy?â
âOh. I thought for sure you were a freshman, but youâre gonna need to be more specific, Lee Chan, Sophomore.â
âThe guy they want you to tutor.â You freeze. The guy they want you to tutor isââChoi Seungcheol,â Chan tacks on, and, yeah, you knowâknew, you correct yourselfâsomeone with that name, once upon a time.
But there are a lot of Chois and a lot of Seungcheols. Itâs been years since youâve spoken to the Seungcheol you knew, and that was when heâd broken up with you toââI heard heâs a football player? Well, used to be, I guess. The girls in the office were freaking out so I guess heâs pretty famous, but I donât know anything about sports, do you? They said they have photocards of him. I thought they only did that for idols.â
You think about being kids together in Daegu. Think about the exasperated looks youâd share when your parents would drag the two of you to festivals: Palgongsan in the autumn, Biseulsan in the spring; transformation and rebirth. Think about being eight years old and watching your father cram into the small space of the Choisâ living room, standing around the TV with Seungcheolâs dad, shouting at Park Jonghwan. Daegu FC made the FA Cup quarterfinals that year, and you think, of everything, thatâs what youâll remember for the rest of your life.
You think about falling in love slowly. Sixteen and clueless, the pair of you were. Didnât really know any different, just that youâd look at him and feel butterflies. That youâd hold hands in secret. Text beneath the dinner table. That youâd watch him on the football pitch and be consumed by pride. That the future felt impossibly far away, that life would never catch up to the two of you.
You think about all the football jargon you didnât understandâthe academies, the teams, the implications. You think about, Iâm thinking about trying out for the FC Seoul U-18, I just donât think thereâs much more I can do here in Daegu. You think about replying, Oh, I applied to university there.
You remember thinking it mustâve been fate, how easy that had worked out. How easy that first hurdle had been overcome.
You think about how fast everything happened. The try-out, the acceptance, the explosion. Remember being unable to go anywhere those first few months without seeing Seungcheolâs face, touted as the next big thing. Think about applying for scholarships when he was applying for international visas. Think about studying for midterms when Seungcheol was studying English for interviews.
You think about the last few weeks of your relationship, when it felt like you were desperately trying to cling to ghosts. Think about how Seoul had once felt endlessly big, both in opportunity and size, and how it now felt suffocating. You think about, So youâre just giving up? Is that what youâre saying? Think about, I donât know what else to do. It doesnât feel fair to you.
You think about all the places youâve watched him. On countless football pitches; shy glances in school hallways; in the passenger seat, wracked with nerves on the drive to Seoul; poised above you in bed, hairline dotted with sweat as he rolled his hips, telling you how much he loved you.
You think about watching him walk out the door, and how you never watched him again.
So you fire off your email, concise and to the point about why you canât tutor Choi Seungcheol in Introduction to Microeconomics, and turn to Lee Chan, Sophomore.
âNo,â you finally answer. âNever heard of him.â
For all intents and purposes, your rejection shouldâve been the end of it.
A few days go by. You hold office hours, attend lectures, work on your thesis when you have both the time and the energy. Try to ignore the feeling of bees beneath your skin, anxiety needling each time you check your email. You were well within your right to decline the tutoring request, but you canât help but feel like youâve done something wrong. That someone somehow knows who Seungcheol was to you and will pull you up on it. That those girls whoâd gushed about him to Chan are somewhere laughing at your expense.
But you donât hear anything at all about it⊠until you do.
Sunday evening. You havenât moved from your couch in hours, some variety show playing in the background, barely audible over your keyboard clacking. Much to your detriment, you donât write many papers these days, so youâre out of practice. Feels like you havenât done anything besides formulas in years, all of your academic knowledge reduced to fucking math, so youâre about ready to toss your laptop out the window long before the email even comes through.
You see, From: Lee Yeonseok. You see, Subject: Choi Seungcheol - Tutoring.
Your stomach plummets to the floor.
You scan the body quickly. You see the words personal favor⊠friend of his father⊠urgent matter⊠and your hands start shaking. Whether itâs from the sheer audacity of this man or anxiety, you arenât sure, but itâs not like it matters. There arenât a whole lot of people on campus brave or dumb enough to go up against him twice.
âMotherfucker,â you spit, bitter the only taste in your mouth.
Where did you go wrong to wind up here? Youâd followed the script: got the grades, passed the exams, received half of the required education for the Respectable Career, helped a few others along the way chase dreams that may or may not have been their own. Youâd fallen in love. Only had a broken heart to show for it, but thatâd been in the script, too: The First Love, followed by The First Heartbreak.
The split from Seungcheol was supposed to have been the end of that chapter. Youâd planned on never seeing him again, and you never would have, had it been up to you. Apparently the universe has other plans, participation required.
âDid you spill onion dip on the rug again?â You startle, sending your laptop flying. Kaori, your roommate, is perched halfway in between the living room and the kitchen like a cryptid, clearly not expecting your reaction. âOh. Were you watching porn?â
Face burning, you fetch your laptop from the floor. âIn a common area? Kaori, please, I have far more decorum than that.â
She snorts, resuming her trek to the fridge. âSee, thatâs what I thought, but then I walked out here and you threw your laptop so fast it was like watching my ex get caught watching furry porn all over again.â She pries the lid off a large container of yogurt. âYou think this is still good?â
âDunno. Whatâs it smell like?â
She sniffs it and pulls it back to check the label. âVanilla, I think, which is concerning because itâs supposed to be strawberry.â
You shrug. âWhatâs the worst that can happen, you get extraââyou pause, trying to remember the correct order of things, before giving up entirelyââ...biotics?â
âMm, so close. Care if I just eat this with a spoon?â
Nose scrunched, you wave her off. âCouldnât pay me to eat yogurt on a good day, let alone if itâs expired. All yours, babe.â
Spoon in hand and a pleased smile on her face, Kaori collapses onto the couch beside you. You try to return your attention to your paper, try to find your momentum again, and it works for all of ten minutes before youâre groaning and slamming the top closed.
You donât even need to look over to know Kaoriâs staring. âWhatâs up with you?â she asks. Before she can answer: âWait, is this serious? Because I canât have a serious conversation in this t-shirt.â You steal a glance sideways. Ask Me About My Hemorrhoid! it says, and you exhale loudly. âDonât breathe at me, I lost a bet.â
âAnd continued wearing it?â
She jokingly rolls her eyes. âGod forbid a girl has hobbies.â Nudges you with her foot. âCâmon, spill.â
Kaori doesnât know about you and Seungcheol. Most people donât, aside from a few old classmates from Daegu who found you on social media and tried befriending you once he started making a name for himself in Seoul. After that, it was just easier to keep things private while you were together. New friends knew you were seeing someone but not their name or how long youâd been together. Any curiosity surrounding why the Choi Seungcheol was following you on Insta had been waved away easily. Our parents are friends, we grew up together. Then you broke up, and there wasnât any evidence to delete, and he wasnât following you on Instagram anymore, and it was easier that way.
So, yeahâeven though you hadnât met her until years later, Kaori knows you have an ex. She knows youâve had a few flings and situationships in the time since, too, and itâs why sheâs none the wiser when you ask, âItâs nothing, really. Justâdo you follow football at all?â
âNah, not really. The new guyâs pretty into it and keeps trying to get me to watch the games with him, but itâs so fucking boring? I dunno, I canât get into it. Not in real life, anywayâI binged all of Captain Tsubasa in an embarrassingly short amount of time, though. Why?â
âStudent Services asked me to tutor someone the other day and I had to turn it down. I just donât have the time, you know? This semesterâs already killer, and Dr. Ahnâs been riding my ass nonstop about grades. Turns out itâs some football player, so Dr. Lee emailed me asking me to do it as a personal favor, which means, on top of all the other shit I have to do, Iâm now tutoring some football player four hours a week in Microeconomics.â
Her face distorts. âGod, that guyâs such a prick. Like wow, youâre good at the economy! Good for you! Who cares! Why donât you go balance the national debt or something instead of torturing university freshmen!â
You also wrongly assume thatâs the last youâll hear of it from Kaori.
Two days later, after Student Services replies to your email with the days and times youâll be tutoring Seungcheol, she materializes in the living room to harass you.
âYou didnât tell me your football player was Choi Seungcheol.â
The panic is instant. You know how she means it, but itâs not how your body interprets it. All of a sudden it feels like an interrogation, an accusation, and a whopping serving of guilt takes up residence in the middle of your chest for not being entirely honest.
âExplains this weird text Ken sent me.â
She slides her phone over to you, open to her text thread with her current flavor of the week. Beneath an article about Seungcheol enrolling in classes at your school:
doesnât ur roomie TA there Why are you calling her âur roomieâ like you donât know her name?? Rude. Also yes. ask her to get me an autograph No babe pls he was my fav player before he got injured No đ fine. can i come over later? Starting to think youâre using me for my roommate. Get your own job đ
You hand her phone back. âI didnât think youâd know who Choi Seungcheol even is.â Itâs the best you can do, even though it just digs you a deeper grave. âYou said youâre not into football.â
âIâm not, but unfortunately I am into that stupid man.â She sighs, wistful and longing. âBabe, you have to understand. His dick is so big.â
You hadnât wanted to stay in Seoul for your graduate degree, let alone the same university youâd gone to for undergrad.
Youâd applied to schools all overâJapan, Europe, even a few in the States. Romanticized the hell out of NYU, went window shopping for an overpriced apartment, picked a favorite pizzeria based on nothing but vibes and online reviews. In those few months after graduation, there wasnât a whole lot tying you to Seoul. Your and Seungcheolâs relationship had been old history by then, your parents split. Your dad stayed in your childhood home and your mother moved a few hours closer to her sister. Theyâd waited until your brother was old enough to be out of the house.
And itâd just been⊠a lot. Overwhelming. Some days you could barely shower or feed yourself, let alone move halfway across the world, so youâd stayed in the familiar and tried not to let it feel like failure.
But the good thing about familiarity is you learn its tricks, figure out the hiding spots. Early on, your first or second week of grad school, you laid claim to a study room on a floor of the library everyone else ignored. You write notes on the whiteboard with faded blue markers that are still there days later. The chair on the opposite side of the table is always exactly where you left it, the space between it and the table enough to only accommodate you. Sometimes you leave booksâold paperbacks littered with notes in your writingâor papers, just to see if they move.
They never do.
And all of this is why it feels like a punch to the gut when that sanctity is tainted. When youâre halfway through a stack of Dr. Ahnâs exams and the doorknob rattles behind you. When you donât even need to turn around to know who it is, because he still sounds the same, still has that overwhelming presence. Youâve always sensed him before you felt him.
âThere you are,â Dr. Lee says, ambling into the room before you can protest. He, too, is overwhelming, just in different ways. Immaculate posture that anchors his slight frame thatâs always dressed impeccably and expensively. Wears a watch thatâs triple your tuition. Shoes polished so bright theyâre nearly blinding. âIâve been looking all over for you.â
This time it is an accusation.
Well, you found me, you want to say, but just knowing Seungcheol is behind him, lingering in that half-study room, half-hallway space, is enough to keep you quiet. Like if you speak youâll summon him closer and youâll no longer be able to pretend this is nothing more than a nightmare.
You plaster on a polite smile. Say, âAh, here I am, kyosu-nim,â and put all your energy into trying to glue Seungcheol to the floor with your mind.
Which is fruitless, because Dr. Lee moves further into the room. Gestures for Seungcheol to follow him with an impatient huff, and the study room is small, sure, and with three people it feels cramped, but thatâs not the reason it feels like all the airâs been sucked out of the room.
Seungcheol looks⊠different. He looks as anxious as you feel, and he sticks close to the wall like heâs trying to disappear. Dr. Lee introduces him with grave importance, unaware of your history, and the forced smile he offers you almost looks embarrassed.
You know Dr. Lee is still hammering away, probably giving you a stern talking-to for rejecting his request the first time, but you canât tear your eyes away from Seungcheol. Feels like the world around you has reduced to a pinhead, all hyperfocus; feels like your lungs are sucking in stale air one at a time.
â...his father is a very good friend of mine, so I expectâŠâ
You expected to feel nothing. Seungcheol had left to chase his dreamâone youâd always been so supportive of that it sometimes felt like your dream, tooâand, perhaps naively, you thought the distance and the years wouldâve been enough. You expected your heart to have hardened. You expected all those nights you spent crying to hit you at full force. You expected anger, hurtâindifference, at the very least.
â...as many hours per week as you both can manageâŠâ
But you shouldâve known better. Shouldâve expected the butterflies, the way your palms grow clammy, the way your heart rate spikes. Shouldâve expected everything to feel upside-down. You shouldâve expected to look at Seungcheol and feel sixteen and in love all over again.
â...you are responsible for his academic progressâŠâ
And that simply will not do. Youâve spent the last few years pulling yourself out of that hole, clawing your way back to something resembling normal. Youâve purged the thought of him from your mindâlet his scent fade from your sheets, an old sweatshirt heâd left behind; forgot the way his lips felt against every inch of your skin; forgot the way his entire being lit up when he laughed; forgot the safety he encompassed, the way he whispered all those sweet nothings.
You cannot go there again.
So you roll your shoulders back, smile politely. Say, âAh, kyosu-nim, Choi Seungcheol-ssi seems very intelligent, Iâm sure he is capable of being responsible for his own academic standing, donât you think?â
Dr. Lee cannot disagree without all but calling Seungcheol an idiot, so he hovers before you in shocked silence. Makes a show of huffing and checking his watch, like heâs all of a sudden remembered heâs late for something and being inconvenienced by this conversation he started, and then heâs halfway out of the library with a terse, âDiscuss and figure this out amongst yourselves,â thrown over his shoulder.
You have an entire dramatic exit planned in your head. Gather your things, fake a phone call that makes you sound authoritative and important, and brush past Seungcheol wearing your nicest perfume as if all of this is so far beneath you you canât even bring yourself to care about it.
Of course, you actually have to brush by him for any of that to happen, and since youâve already decided you will not go there again, you quickly scribble your email address onto a piece of paper and slide it across the table at Seungcheol, who has steadfastly remained planted just outside the door. âHereâs my email. I donât have time to discuss this right now.â Seungcheol cocks an eyebrow. You start throwing things into your bag haphazardly. You know you look frantic and affected, but thereâs not much you can do about that. âWhat? Send me a copy of your syllabus and what you want to prioritize. Itâll be easier to get through this if we have a plan instead of winging it.â
He seems to catch on to your distaste because he mirrors it. Scoffs as he rolls his eyes and says, âYeah, no use spending more time together than we have to,â and if you hadnât gone years without speaking, you wouldâve seen right through it.
But you did, so it stings all the same.
As it typically does, the planet keeps spinning after your run-in with Seungcheol.
You grade Dr. Ahnâs coursework. Try running off your anxiety at the gym, even though itâs pretty good at keeping pace with you these days. You meet Kaoriâs maybe-boyfriend sneaking out of your apartment early in the morning and he has the good sense not to mention your ex, but you chalk that up to the mess of hickeys covering his neck and not any sense of social decorum.
Other peopleâs embarrassment saves you a ton of your own, youâve come to learn.
Throughout all of this, Seungcheol only emails you once to send you his course syllabus. Doesnât mention tutoring or provide you with his schedule or ask for yours, so when youâre sitting in a bar with your friends, three or four drinks deep and feeling a little petty, you forward him the original tutoring request and make sure to bold, underline, and highlight the âRecommended Tutoring: Highâ part for good measure.
He doesnât take your baitâelectronically, at leastâbut he does show up to your office hours the following Tuesday.
Bag tossed onto the floor, he flops unceremoniously into the chair across from you and says, in lieu of a greeting, âThey spelled your name wrong. On the door thing.â
âI know,â you reply, your smile polite and terse. Incredible how he has the ability to raise your blood pressure in milliseconds. âWhat can I help you with?â
âDepends. How long do you have?â
âWell, considering youâve shown up to my office hours on time, Iâm assuming you already know Iâm here every Tuesday and Thursday from four to six. Soââyou glance at the clock above the doorââassuming no one comes by who needs my help more than you do, you have approximately one hour and fifty-eight minutes.â
Seungcheol is quiet for a moment as he takes you in. His stare is weighted; it makes you feel a little green around the edges. Clinical and sharp, so far removed from the way he used to look at you. You clear your throat. âI looked over your syllabus. The good news is thereâs only a midterm and a final and the rest is problem sets. The bad news is thereâs only a midterm and a final so theyâre weighted quite heavily. You really need to know this stuff inside-out to have any hope of passing.â
âThatâs why youâre here, right? Dr. Lee specifically requested you.â
You huff a breath through your nose. âIâm here as supplemental help. I canât take your exams or do your readings for you. What else are you taking this semester?â
He sighs, sinking further into the chair, very much playing the part of the heir who has no interest in any of this. Which⊠is unlike him, you think, if youâre even allowed to. The Seungcheol you knew years ago took everything so seriously. Never clipped corners or took shortcuts. Anyone else would think him a spoiled, petulant child. âBusiness Accounting and International Trade.â
âCould be worse,â you note. âAt least those three courses are tangentially related.â
Seungcheol rolls his eyes. âEasy for you to say. I havenât taken a fucking math class in years.â
You return it. âYou remember how to add and subtract, donât you?â
âI ruptured my ACL, not myâŠâ He trails off, looking a little embarrassed that he canât name a part of theââBrain.â
Whatever you were going to quip back with dies on your tongue. It's the first time Seungcheol has broached the topic of his injuryâthe first youâre hearing of it at all, actuallyâand he says it like itâs a joke, like itâs not a thing at all, but the pain is all over his face. The bitterness of the situation heâs found himself in. The unfairness of it all.
And there are so many questions you want to ask that arenât your place: if itâs fixable, if heâll ever play again, how heâs coping. But you donât really need toâyou canât imagine how youâd feel if someone suddenly pulled the rug out from under you. If everything contained within the four walls of your office suddenly disappeared.
Not that the man sitting across from you hadnât already done that, but.
âRight,â you continue, as if he hadnât said anything at all. You know Seungcheolâknow he wouldnât want you prodding, sticking your fingers in that particular wound. âI want you to take a look at this,â you say, handing over a printout you have saved from your undergrad tutoring days. âTell me what looks familiar, what doesnât; what does and doesnât make sense.â
He looks down at the paper. Back up at you. Down at the paper again. âWhat the fuck is this?â
âIâwhat? Cheol, itâs my old notes on recitation. Surely youâve already covered thisâthe syllabus says this is week one stuff.â He looks down at the paper again, and itâs so familiar, watching the life drain entirely from someoneâs eyes.
You barely resist the urge to slam your face onto your desk a second time.
You meet Seungcheol at the sports center for your next tutoring session.
He likes the humidity and the smell of the chlorine by the pool. He also likes that itâs not the football pitch, so the two of you sit in the bleachers there and go over his lecture notes. Much to your surprise, Seungcheol talks a mile a minute. Has stars in his eyes when he says he finally understands elastic demand curves, supply shock; tells you he spent a whole hour making flashcards.
Itâs the first time youâve seen him so excited since your tutoring beganâthe first glimmer of hope youâve felt since Dr. Lee cornered you in your library hideaway. None of this surprises you. Seungcheol has always been smart, even when football was his primary (and sometimes only) focus. He has more determination and grit than anyone youâve ever met, so youâre not surprised heâs doing well, excelling, but you are surprisedâ
âCan I ask you something?â Seungcheol shrugs, shoves half a protein bar in his mouth and swallows without chewing. âWhy are you⊠uh. Here?â
âAt this university?â
âNot exactly. I mean, I am wondering about that, but I guess⊠why business?â
Seungcheol hums. Tucks his good knee to his chest and stares down at the pool. No oneâs using it, and truthfully the two of you probably arenât even allowed to be here, but you understand why he likes it. Itâs nowhere near as secluded as the library and definitely not as air conditioned, but it is peaceful. Calm. The water laps against the coping in quiet, small waves.
âAh, I donât know. You know how it goes.â
You quirk an eyebrow. Never, in all the years youâve known him, has Seungcheol done anything he didnât want to do. All that grit and determination. âWhat about your father, then? Dr. Lee mentioned this was a favor to him. Heâs a pretty important person to have in your Rolodex of favors.â
Doesnât take a rocket scientist to see what this is: Seungcheolâs father has new money; worked from the bottom up, made some smart investment decisions that finally panned out after Seungcheol left for Seoul. Started doing his own thing, made a name for himself. Last youâd heard from your mother, Seungcheolâs brother was second-in-command. Hell, even your own brother did an internship there.
So you know what this is: a father helping his son after his dream was shattered, life turned upside-down. You canât blame him, even if youâve heard the whispers from all the way across campus. That Seungcheol is washed up now, trying to nepo his way into his fatherâs company because of it; that all he knows is sports and he shouldâve stuck to that, what does he know about business, why is he the one Dr. Lee went out of his way to help.
Doesnât stop any of them from smiling at him, though; doesnât stop them from asking for autographs or selfies.
But you also know this isnât something Seungcheol seems willing to discuss, so you crack a jokeââI mean, business. God, whoâd wanna go into that?ââand go back to what he was willing to talk about.
Youâve never hated elastic demand curves so much in your life.
Deep in the throes of tutoringâwhen you canât tell if itâs week two or week twelveâyou make it back to your apartment just before ten, head pounding.
The door flies open just as youâre about to punch in the code, and there stands Ken, looking far more put-off than youâve ever seen him. Looks defeated, if youâre being honest, like someone mopped up all his emotions and wrung them out like dirty dishwater.
âOh, hi,â you say hesitantly. The man in front of you seems too much like a caged animal to let your guard down. âEverything okay?â
He aborts a nod halfway. Mutters an apology as he brushes by you and stalks down the hall, disappearing around the corner to the elevators. Usually heâs a talkerâyou havenât been able to avoid a Seungcheol-related conversation in weeksâso youâre a little stunned. Stand there stupidly for a while, and thatâs where Kaori finds you a moment later.
âYou gonna stand out here all night, orâŠ?â
âOhâyeah, right.â
You follow her inside. Toe off your shoes and put them in the rack. Focus on the sound of the kettle whistling instead of the overbearing tension in the room. Drop your bag off in your room, throw on a sweatshirt three sizes too big and a comfy pair of socks. Rummage through the fridge for leftovers, contemplate what mindless show youâll watch as you eat, and you do not, under any circumstances, ask Kaori what happened.
You donât have to. You knew what this was going to be the first time Ken spent the nightâthe way he looked mortified to be meeting you in the shared kitchen at seven a.m., wearing a look that begged you not to tell your roommate he was sneaking out.
I, uh, have an early class, heâd said. You know how it is.
Maybe you shouldâve called him on it then. Issued a warning-but-not-really. Sheâll get attached if you donât tell her. She should know itâs different for you, if it is.
But youâd convinced yourself it wasnât your place. Kaori wouldnât want you in her business like that, so you stayed quiet, just nodded before watching him slip his shoes on and close the door behind him so quietly you wouldnât have known he left at all if you hadnât been looking. Gone, just like a ghost.
So, yeah, you know exactly why your roommate looks haunted.
âIâm a few episodes behind on this if you want to watch with me,â you offer, pointing at the television with the remote. Itâs a lieâyouâve never watched this show a day in your life, which Kaori seems to knowâbut she contemplates it nonetheless. âAlso, my mom mailed us some cookies. I think theyâre in the fridge.â
âWhy are there cookies in the fridge?â
You huff a laugh. âThey were outside the door this morning before I left for campus. I donât knowâjust saw who the package was from and was like, oh, this must go in the fridge.â
She nods. Grabs the container and joins you on the couch. Sticks her feet beneath your butt and doesnât mention a thing.
The closest she comes is a few days later. Catches you right before you head out to campus and asks how tutoring is going.
âNot bad, actually.â
Her smile doesnât reach her eyes when she says, âThatâs good. Iâm glad things are going well for you two.â
Lee Chan, Sophomore makes his unexpected return at your office hours on an unsuspecting Tuesday.
âCan I help you?â
He doesnât answer right away, just helps himself to the seat across from you. âMaybe,â comes his cryptic retort. âI was thinking about signing up for that crypto course next semester.â
You narrow your eyes. âNo, you werenât.â
He sighs. Looks a little panicked, like he canât believe that didnât work. âYouâre right, youâre right. I, umâI wanted to come say thank you.â He pauses. âYou know, for that⊠email you sent.â
You blink. âNo, you didnât.â
Lee Chan, Sophomore cracks immediately. Thunks his head on your desk and lets loose a pained sound. It nearly sounds like heâs wailing when he says, âIâm sorry! They put me up to it!â
What youâre able to piece together is this: Lee Chan, Sophomore has become a bit of a celebrity in the Student Services department ever since he met you, Choi Seungcheolâs tutor. And, like any smart, previously unpopular university student would do, he took advantage of it. Mightâve stretched the truth a little to make it sound like he knew more than he did, so now here he is, angling for information the girls with the photocards may or may not have paid him to get.
âThey want to know about his girlfriend.â
âHis what?â
What youâre able to piece together is also this: the Photocard Girls are certain Seungcheol is dating someone, based on little more than vibes. You suspect these vibes are their three degrees of separation, considering there was an abnormal amount of Change of Major files formed after his enrollment, but you tell Lee Chan that you donât know anything and, even if you did, you wouldnât put his business out there like that.
But some part of you still has this inexplicable urge to protect Seungcheol, so you match their offer with interest and tell him to say thereâs nothing to reportânot that you didnât know, not that he couldnât get anything out of you. Seungcheol isnât dating anyone.
You donât know if itâs true, but you figure that if it isnât, he still deserves privacy.
Which is a notion you have trouble explaining a few hours later, when Seungcheol strolls into your office with a grease-stained paper bag full of cheese coin bread, offering one to you with a proud smile that drops slowly when you just stare in return.
âWhatâs wrong?â
Your mouth opens, closes, opens again. Nothing comes out, even though it should be simple. Some sophomore kid was just in here angling for information or the Student Services department is taking bets on whether or not you have a girlfriend would both suffice, but you cannot bring yourself to say the words.
What you settle on is, âSorry, I just⊠had an interesting meeting before you got here.â
âOh. Are you okay?â
You sigh. Tilt your head back to stare up at the ceiling. âIt was about you, actually.â
Seungcheol chokes, starts stuttering over words you canât make sense of. Says, âMe? Why? I passed my last examâI mean, barely, but I still passed. And that wasnât your fault! I didnât study enough! Iâve been losing my mind over my International Trade class, that shit sucksââ
âIt wasnât about your grades, Cheol.â
âOh.â Then, slowly, a lopsided, pleased smile overtakes his face. âHavenât heard you call me Cheol in a while.â
âSeungcheol,â you correct.
He seems to forget all about the meeting. Tries again to offer you a coin bread before he threatens to eat them all himself, so you acquiesce mostly to shut him up, say youâll bring the extras to Kaori. For some reason, you tell him about how much sheâd loved the cookies your mom sent, and the nostalgia sets him off, gets him talking again, asking if they were the yakgwa she used to make when you two were kids.
They were, but you canât seem to tell him that, either.
Seungcheol: sorry itâs last minute - running late. can you meet me at my place instead?
Seungcheol shared a location with you
Youâre halfway to replyingâI donât think thatâs appropriateâbefore you sigh and delete it. Midterms are only a few days away and you donât have time to argue over where your tutoring sessions will be, so if Seungcheol wants to meet at his apartment thatâs where youâll meet him.
You read over the midterm notes on the train. Once, twice, and then a hundred more times until theyâre nearly memorized, all so you can ignore the voice in the back of your head saying what a bad idea this is. That you have no business being on your way to your exâs swanky part of town or integrating yourself into his life beyond tutoring at all. You shouldnât know where he lives. Maybe you shouldnât even have his phone number or answer his texts.
Not that thereâs much you can do about it now, two stops away.
Seungcheol greets you warmly, if not a little rushed. Apologizes for the mess once you step inside, although itâs less âmessâ and more âhavenât finished unpacking,â but thereâs enough clear space to study at the dining table, so thatâs where you set up, determined to keep things professional.
âSorry again about this,â Seungcheol says, placing a can of cola in front of you as he takes the seat across. âI had to meet with my father and lost track of time, I guess.â
âOh. Howâs he doing?â
Seungcheol sighs, leans further back in the chair as runs a hand through his hair. A light brown, now. âSame as he always was, I guess. Talked about the business, about my brother. Canât get him to shut up about that stuff most of the time.â
âThe business is doing good, though.â You cough, clear your throat. âMy, uh. My brother interned there during undergrad. I donât know if your father told you that.â
You donât know why you say it, because itâs clear from the brief flicker of pain on Seungcheolâs face that he hadnât known, that no one had told him. And it hurts you too that they felt the need to keep it a secret, to protect Seungcheol from you even in tangential ways.
âHe didnât,â he admits, âbut Iâm sure he was happy to see him. He was, uhâhe was glad to hear youâre my tutor. Said you were always smarter than all of us boys combined.â
You laugh. Hope it sounds casual instead of strained. âWell, no need to prove him right. Come on,â you say, tossing a study guide in his direction, âletâs get to work.â
Everything is alright for a whileânearly an hour at least. He has the formulas memorized and attributed to the correct equations. He can explain supply and demand, preference and utility, but things start to fall apart around budget constraints and constrained choice.
The formulas get mixed up. He grows frustrated when he doesnât know the answers to your questions right away. Rolls his eyes and gets a little snappy when you correct him, try to explain things differently in a way he understands. At first heâs able to temper it, collect himself before things truly start spiraling out of control, but the longer the two of you sit there the more it all unravels.
He snaps, you snap back, and you canât figure out why. Youâve survived this long in Seungcheolâs orbit even though you never thought youâd be around him again, and perhaps it was bound to explode eventually, butâŠ
Itâs the familiarity, you realize.
You and Seungcheol arenât friends, though youâve been playing at it for weeks now: meeting outside of the library or your office, the personal conversations bordering on reminiscing, being in his personal space. You donât belong here. You donât want to be his friendâyou canât be, not for real or pretend.
âThatâs not what Iâm sayââ
âThen explain it better,â Seungcheol fires at you, eyebrows creasing. âYouâre the tutor here.â
You roll your eyes. âIâm trying, okay? All I meant wasâyour answer isnât wrong, but I know Dr. Lee and heâs going to want more than that in a response.â
âRightânot good enough, like I said.â
âIâm just asking you to expand on your answerââ
âAnd Iâm telling you thatâs all Iâve got. Iâm not like you, all right? I donât have all this shit just floating around in my head all the time. Iâm not smart, I barely have any idea whatâs going on half the time, and you sitting here being condescending about it is doing fuck-all to help.â
You inhale sharply, taken aback at the hostility in his voice. Suggest calling it for the night, say neither of you will be productive if you keep going like this, and neither of you bother to apologize.
So much of your relationship with Seungcheol was marred by clichés.
The two of you passing notes back and forth during class. You in the bleachers of all his games, screaming along to the team chants, waving a sign around with his name on it. Not realizing you had a crush on him at all until he liked someone else and it made your stomach hurt. Childhood friends turned lovers.
Another clichĂ©: that itâs starting to feel like that all over again.
Seungcheol sits across from you in the library, econ textbook cracked in half in front of him as he pays no attention. Keeps grabbing his phone each time it vibrates across the table. Canât fight the smile that forces its way onto his face when he reads whateverâs there.
Stupid, you thinkâboth to do this and to think itâd play out any other way. Seungcheol left years ago. Probably lived ten lifetimes while he was away while you were here in this exact spot doing this exact thing. Barely lived half a life, just stuck your nose in textbooks and forced your way through.
âCheol,â you say, trying to drag his attention back to the study guide. No use. Heâs typing away, presses his tongue into the fat of his cheek as he responds. âSeungcheol,â you try again.
Also fruitless.
You have no claim here, you remind yourselfânot to his time, not to him. Heâs only here because someone else mandated it. Youâre only here because someone else mandated it, but it stings all the same. Another reminder of what used to be, of what ended regardless of what you wanted. Another reminder that the role you used to play in his life is not the role you play now. That the space you used to take up created a vacancy, and eventually it was going to be filled.
And if this was anyone other than Seungcheol, if you were more emotionally evolved when it came to him, it wouldnât gnaw at you as much. All of this would roll off your shoulders.
But it isnât, and youâre not.
âIf youâre not going to listen, thenââ
âI am listening,â he interjects, but heâs not looking at you. Not looking at his textbook or his study guide. Keeps laughing and smiling at his phone, and itâs sick how bothered you are by it. That it feels like your stomachâs been turned inside-out with jealousy; with annoyance, because you donât want to be here anyway, donât want to do this anymore, and youâre wasting your time on someone who doesnât appreciate it.
Perhaps he never did.
âWhat are we discussing, then?â
Still not looking up: âConsumer theory.â
You laughâmore a huff of air than anything, grin sardonically out of one corner of your mouth. Seungcheol sees none of it. âWrong,â you answer, already expecting the way he shrugs it off. âIâm gonna skip ahead a few chapters, though. Consider it a freebie for your business class.â
It must be your tone that finally grabs his attention. Cutting, precise, purposeful. Seungcheol lowers his phone, quirks an eyebrow, wonders where this is going to go. Itâs clear heâs pissed you off, that youâre itching for a fight. Itâs clear the years of silence are finally coming to a head.
âLetâs talk about ROI. You know what that is?â You barely give him a second. âReturn on investment. A performance measure used to evaluate the efficiency of an investment or compare the efficiency of several investments. So, letâs say I make one-hundred-thousand won on a ten-thousand won investment: my ROI is 90%. Are you following?â
He nods.
âGreat, now letâs try something a bit more hypothetical.â You suck in a breath. âLetâs say I invest years of my adolescence into someone. A friend at first and then something more. Letâs say I played cheerleader, supported every hope and dream he hadâwent to every game, cheered him on, helped him practice his English. Held his hand and talked him down when the pressure felt overwhelming, when the only thing that felt inevitable was failure. Now, letâs say all I got in return was a stuttered, awkward apology as he dumped me and walked out the door. Letâs say that guy showed up again after years of silence just to once again waste my fucking time.â
The thing about pain is itâs not linear. What hurt five, ten years ago might not hurt today, but it might tomorrow; what hurt yesterday may never hurt again. The thing about pain is it lets you stick your head in the sand until it canât anymore, and thatâs where you are now: that window of time between Seungcheol walking out the door on the assumption youâd never see him again before he bulldozed his way back into your life has been slammed closed, locked up tight.
So you donât even notice youâre crying until the room goes deathly silent and you can hear the drip drip drip of tears on paper. Until you watch Seungcheolâs hands flex and unflex in mid-air, stuck in that liminal space, wanting to reach out but knowing he has no right to. Until your chest aches so bad youâre sure youâre either about to break into stardust or cease to exist.
Until you say, âWhat, Choi Seungcheol, would you say my fucking return on investment was?â and he has nothing to say at all.
Kaori invites you to a party.
Just something small to celebrate the end of midterms and a classmateâs birthday. Nothing out of control or raucous, not even the kind of thing thatâd earn a second glance from campus security. I wonât even make fun of you if you leave before eleven, is how she sold it to you, in addition to a small amount of begging and bargaining and a powerful set of puppy-dog eyes.
After everything the two of you have been through, you find it hard to say no.
So here you are, nearly eleven oâclock on a Friday, a cup of cheap beer in hand. A friend of a friend of a friend is wailing into a karaoke machine and although your ears are bleeding, it does feel nice for that to be your greatest worry. You arenât thinking about your classes or how youâve been prioritizing everyone elseâs academic success. You arenât thinking about whateverâs going on between Kaori and Ken. You arenât thinking about Seungcheol.
At least you arenât, until he walks through the door.
Youâre going to continue not thinking about him at allânot about the fact heâs alone or how good he looks in a simple black T-shirt thatâs a little taut in the shoulders. Youâre not going to think about the way the air shifts, like the universe knows heâs important and is willing to accommodate. Youâre not going to think about how Kaori catches your eye across the room, recognizes him from all her internet searches, and the way she mouths oh my god heâs so beefy at you.
Youâre not going to think about how guilty you feel that she doesnât know, because if you do youâre certain itâll take over.
You watch Seungcheol work the room; watch as he floats between conversations, as strangers fall over themselves at the sight of him. How eager everyone is to give him something and how reluctant he is to take them. You watch as he winds up in the same circle as Kaori and how she must mention you, oh, your tutor is my roommate, because thereâs a question in return before he turns and meets your gaze.
You wonder why the distance between you feels more insurmountable now than ever before.
Seungcheol finds you in your office.
Itâs not a Tuesday or a Thursday, far later than four to six in the evening, but he doesnât even bother knocking before heâs barreling in, stifling your space with his bad energy.
You havenât seen him in nearly two weeks. Not since the party, if that even counts. Hasnât bothered to reply to any of your texts or emails, and that was just fine by you, if thatâs how he wanted to act, but it isnât until heâs brooding on the other side of your desk that you realize youâre still aggrieved, too. Feels a little too familiar, him leaving you behind and in the dark.
So you donât mean toâtypically have much more professionalism than thisâbut when he tosses a stapled stack of papers with a barely-passing grade on your desk and says, âThis is your fault,â the words come automatically and without forethought.
âFuck off, Seungcheol.â Itâs not your words that take him by surprise; more so the roll of your eyes, the accompanying huff. The impression that all of this is beneath you and nothing more than a mere annoyance. That however affected you were two weeks ago is not how affected you are anymore. âThatâs what happens when you blow off your tutoring for two weeks because youâre a coward.â
He laughs, incredulous; unable to help the sound the tumbles out of his mouth. âIâm aâIâm a coward?â
âYes,â you reply, tone giving away nothing. All he sees is feigned nonchalance despite the hurricane you feel brewing beneath the surface. âThis,â you continue, pinching the corner of the paper between your fingertips and disposing of it in the trashcan beneath your desk, âis all on you, but do please let me know if thereâs anything else youâd like to blame me for. Iâm all ears.â
You donât miss it: the way Seungcheolâs eyes grow wide at your âIâm all.â The way he thinks youâre going to punctuate that sentence with yours, and it nearly has bile rising in your throat. Makes you want to scream, rip at your hair. If the last few months have taught you anything, itâs that you are still hopelessly in love with the man across from youâthe man that continues to leave before heâs left, always at your expense.
So, yeahâSeungcheol is a coward, but only when it comes to you.
But he doesnât look much like one now, gripping so hard at the edge of your desk that his knuckles have gone white, baseball cap pulled down low enough his eyes are barely visible. Heâs always been overwhelming, always carried himself with an exaggerated arrogance even when it wasnât warranted, always took everything so seriously, and maybe thatâs why youâd thought heâd treat you the same way. Take you seriously. Wouldnât just throw it all away on a maybe thing, and thatâs why it's been years and you still arenât over it.
Maybe Seungcheol is a coward, and maybe so are you.
Because not once since heâs been back have you been able to say what you mean. Canât seem to tell him about the anger, the hurt, the heartbreak. Played it all off as petty nonchalance because you foolishly thought that would hurt him, that youâve been reduced to simmering ash, no hope left for a fire.
âI could never blame you for a goddamn thing,â he says, voice so deep you could drown in it.
You so desperately want to know. You donât want to know anything at all. You want Seungcheol to explain everything to you in detail and spoil the ending, but only if itâs guaranteed to be happy. Enduring another loss like the first timeâyouâre not sure you can take it. Not after you two have crossed paths like this, because youâve never quite believed in fate but you think that has to mean something. That so much time and life had transpired and you two came back together.
Today, though, it doesnât look like youâre going to get any answers.
Seungcheol straightens, looms at full height. Digs into the pocket of his sweatpants and pulls out a thumb drive. Wordlessly, he hands it over, and then heâs gone just as abruptly as heâd arrived.
Again.
Kaori wants to spend the weekend moping, and you canât come up with a good reason not to join her.
She doesnât mention Ken once. Not when sheâs sobbing over A Silent Voice and Toradora! after that. Not when she keeps glancing at her phone every couple minutes to see if she has any texts. Not when youâonly halfway paying attention between grading and your own assignmentsâsuggest ordering something for delivery, maybe that new burger place down the street you heard was good, and Kaori shuts it down so vehemently you can only assume it was Kenâs favorite place.
Kaori just cries over the man with the big dick she never expected to take so seriously, and not even your stonewalling makes her feel ashamed of it.
And thereâs respectability in that kind of openness and vulnerability. At least whatever sheâs feeling is honest; at least she can admit sheâs sad. You think watching Kaori process her breakup might help you process yours too, years too late, so you suck in a breath and ask, âCan I tell you something or is now not a good time?â
Kaori looks over at you. Dabs a soggy tissue at her eyes. âWell, I guess it depends,â is her answer, and she doesnât shy away from how waterlogged her voice sounds. âIf youâre going to tell me youâre a Takasu and Kawashima shipper, maybe, but if itâs anything worse Iâm not sure I could take it.â
âIâwhat? Who even are they?â She gives you a half-hearted thumbs up. You sigh in response, sink further into the couch. âItâs, uh.â Clear your throat. âDo you remember when we met sophomore year? At that party? And I told you I wasnât looking for anything and you said, and I quote, why not, I have a sixth sense for this kind of thing and I know that guy will have a hugeââ
She hides her face behind her hands. âEw, god, yes I remember that. My dick whisperer era. How embarrassing.â
âRight. And I told you I wasnât looking for anything because Iâd just gotten out of something.â
âNot really by choice, if I remember correctly. I told you if it was quiet it shouldâve been loud, and then you never talked about it again.â
You nod. âIâyeah, that sounds like something I wouldâve said.â You suck in a deep breath. âListen, this is probably gonna sound bad considering I did never talk about it again, butââ
âHey,â Kaori says, nudging you with her foot. Meant to be comforting, somehow. âItâs okay. Thereâs a lot you donât know about me, too⊠most of which Iâm not sure you should, actually.â
A laugh forces its way out, gives you a nice reprieve from the anxiety of the conversation youâre about to have. The need to explain it all, the need for advice. Maybe itâs not herâor anyone elseâsâbusiness, but you think youâve kept this to yourself long enough. You and Seungcheol loved each other, once, and it seems foolish that no one knows.
Maybe Kaori had been right. Maybe love should be shouted from the rooftops; exist out in the open. Maybe something hidden in the shadows can never thrive in the light, and you knew it back then, deep down, but now it seems so obvious.
You think back to a few days before the library. Think about how things didnât feel good but they felt okay. Think about the frustrated crease between Seungcheolâs eyebrows as he stared down at his textbook and how all youâd wanted to do was smooth it. Think about how youâd rolled your lips and tried not to laugh; how you thought itâd take a miracle to help Seungcheol pass this class.
Think about: What is the difference between the short-run and the long-run from the perspective of production theory?
Think about the short-run of your and Seungcheolâs relationshipâthat youâd burned bright and fast, even though itâd felt like a million years. Hadnât dared to consider the long-run because anything beyond that bubble felt impossible.
Think about: Which of the following is not a property of isoquants?
Think about the way Seungcheolâs eyes lit up when he knew the answer. That theyâre always linear, he said, and you smiled at his enthusiasm, raised your hand to high-five him and dropped it when he hadnât noticed.
You think about the explanationâisoquants can be linear when inputs are perfectly substitutableâand what those graphs look like. Downward sloping, left to right. Think about how the graphs change when the isoquants are perfect complements.
L-shaped. Less straight as the inputs become poorer substitutes.
You know what your and Seungcheolâs graph wouldâve looked like back then.
So itâs easy, almost, to tell Kaori everything. You tell her about growing up in Daegu, about the smell of the azaleas at Biseulsan in the spring. You tell her about how your parents had befriended the neighbors, how they had a kid your age, that that kid was Seungcheolâyes, that Seungcheol.
Sheâs able to anticipate the rest from there, but you fill in the blanks of what she canât: being sixteen and falling in love, holding hands, the clandestine notes. All those football matches and how your throat would be hoarse from cheering. How nauseous youâd felt applying to university in Seoul, how excited you were when Seungcheol said he was coming with you. That, after you arrived, it felt like you were living in fast-forward. Barely any time to breathe or adjust; no time to just be you and Seungcheol. You had to be a student, someone responsible; Seungcheol had to be a phenom.
âCould you feel it was going to happen?â Kaori asks, now sat ramrod straight, all her attention on you. âLike, did you know?â
âI donât know,â you admit. âMaybe I did? Itâs hard to say now, all this time later. I know things definitely felt different, like life was pulling us in opposite directions.â You laugh, bitterness coloring the edges. âYou couldnât go two blocks without seeing him on some billboard, and I was just⊠normal, you know? I wasnât some rising star athlete like he was, I just went to my classes. How was I supposed to compete with something like that?â
Your roommate hums, leans back into the pillows as she stares up at the ceiling. âI donât think you were. Maybe thatâs why Seungcheol was worriedâmaybe he felt like you were losing your own identity feeling like you had to keep up.â
You want to push back, argue that you werenât, that you didnât, but the truth is that itâs possible. That the shadows created by Seungcheolâs dreams were so massive you wouldnât be surprised if they unintentionally swallowed you up. âIt still wasnât his choice to make,â you say, voice barely above a whisper.
And Kaori already knows all about your hurt, listened as you explained it all and laid everything bare. So when she says, âSometimes thatâs just how it goes, though, babe,â it doesnât feel condescending. âWe do the best we can with what weâve got at the time. You can say now it wasnât Seungcheolâs choice to make, because itâs been almost five years and youâve made a life for yourself separate from him. But theâgod, this is gonna sound so patronizing, I am so sorryâbut you guys were so young. No one has it all figured out at that age.â
She snorts, runs a hand through her messy hair. âShit, Iâm nearly halfway to thirty and I still donât know anything.â Adopts a frown. âWhat do you want now? Do you want closure? Want to try to fix things and become friends?â
âI donât know,â you admit, biting at a hangnail. âHe actually, um. The other day when he stopped by my office, he left me a USB drive? And before you ask, no I did not already look at it.â
âA USB drive? Who does this guy think he is, James Bond?â A pause. âAre you gonna look at it, though?â
You do.
Not until the silver, midnight light creeps in through your bedroom curtains and youâve stared at the ceiling long enough; waited long enough for texts that never came, for divine intervention to, well, intervene. It never didâfair enoughâso you decide to take fate by the reins. Grab your laptop, instant headache from the screen, stick the drive into the port.
It takes a second for it to load, but when it does: dozens of videos, organized by date. Vlogs, by the look of themâsome from before your breakup but the majority of them from after.
Youâre not sure what you expected, but it wasnât this.
You click on the first one: a month and a half before both of you moved to Seoul. A fresh-faced Seungcheol appears on your screen, cheeks still round with adolescence. Heâs in his room back in Daegu, canât get the camera angle right. Nostalgia hits you like a ton of bricks as it pans to the side, to the wall behind his bed, and you see all his old posters. Mostly football players you couldnât name, some girl group he used to love, a few movies. Just below them are some of the notes youâd written him in school, and theyâre all you can focus on as he talks about how excited he is for the move.
The next: a few weeks after youâd started classes. By then, Seungcheol was well into the swing of things with Seoul FC. Already a big fish in a small pond, tryout offers from European teams starting to roll in. You can hear yourself in the background stressing over your first exam, wishing a generational curse upon your calculus professor. In the video, Seungcheol laughs, whispers like heâs telling the camera a secret as he talks about how nervous he is for his future. I donât know why, he says, but it just feels like everything is about to change.
Thereâs a long pause between that one and the next. You understand why when you look at the date: three months after your breakup. Your hands hover uselessly above your keyboard. Whatever answers youâve been looking for the last few years are probably in this video, but you canât bring yourself to open it. Not right away, at least.
You click on a different one at random. Seungcheolâs somewhere in Europe, judging from the language on the signs behind him. Snow falls quietlyâwhenever he filmed this, it mustâve been early. No one else is around, and he cracks a joke that itâs a good thing, people would probably think he was crazy if they saw him. He doesnât tell you where heâs going but he narrates the entire walk: points out a cafe heâs grown to love. The way to get to his practice stadium from where heâs standing. Pauses near a restaurant and laughs ruefully, shakes his head, says, I donât know why Iâm telling you this, but one of my teammates set me up on a blind date here and I got stood up. Youâd probably think that was funny.
(You do. It also makes your chest ache.)
One from two years ago: Seungcheol in a hotel room, clearly nervous. He raises his hand to wave at the camera and you can see the corners of his nails bitten raw. Dark circles beneath his eyes; cheekbones more pronounced than youâve ever seen them. On the screen, Seungcheol sighs, rakes a hand through freshly-bleached hair. Sucks in a deep breath as he says, Iâm so nervous. Iâm soâso fucking nervous and I donât. Fuck, I donât know what to do. I want to call you because you always knew what to say but thatâs so fucking selfish. God, we havenât spoken in years, and itâs myâthatâs my fault, I know, so I brought this all on myself. I just want to hear your voice.
Another from a week after that: the colorâs returned to his face, and heâs recording from what looks like a penthouse apartment. Sleek, modern; a small white dog napping on the bed beside him. He smiles, looks like he got his teeth fixed, looks like heâs no longer carrying around the weight of the world. Talks endlessly and excitedly about some tournament. Talks so fast you can barely keep up. Talks around words tinged with languages you donât understand.
Seungcheol wins a championship. Records a drunk vlog from the same night, hair soaked through with god-knows-whatâwater, champagne, you donât know. But he looks radiant. Looks like the culmination of two decades of dreaming. He looks happy, free, at peace. He looks like the reason he let you go, why he had to go away.
You scroll to the bottom of the files. Pause at the last video, dated seven months before the term started.
âHi,â he says, and you can immediately tell everything is all wrong. Seungcheolâs in the dark, face only visible enough to see the tears tracking on his cheeks. âThis is going to be the last one of these I make. I donât know if you, uhâIâm sure you arenât paying attention to meâmy careerâanymore, but. I, um. I got hurt. Ruptured my ACL. Theyâre not sure IâllâŠâ A sob escapes him. Has you wanting to climb through the screen to hold him, thumb away his tears, tell him everything is going to be okay. âThey donât know if Iâll ever play again.â
Seungcheol no longer looks happy, free, at peace. âMaybe youâll be happy to hear that,â he continues. âMaybe itâll help you to know I threw away our relationship for nothing.â
Cut to black.
The sudden silence is deafening. Has you desperately clicking back to the video youâd skipped, the one from just after your breakup. Seungcheol looks the same in that one, too, like the life has been drained out of him.
I donât know why Iâm doing this. Itâs not like Iâll ever show these to you now, since IâŠ
Iâm sure I owe you an explanation. To be honest, I donât know what Iâm doing, I justâthings have been so hard, and Iâm still trying to make sense of it all. I feel like my life went from zero to a hundred before I could even blink and now Iâm scrambling. I didnât think it was fair toâto drag you through that. Me being away, moving to an entirely different continent. I have faith we could do it, I just. I donât know, baby, I donâtâŠ
You deserve to have your own life. Be your own person. Iâm so scared that the world will never see you for who you areâso beautiful and intelligent and kind. You donât deserve to be reduced to my partner. And if you ever see this, I know youâre gonna roll your eyes. Probably call me a mean name because I took the choice away from you, because you think Iâm trying to be selfless and heroic, and youâd be right. Itâs not fair, and I wish I could tell you Iâm sorry.
I wish I could just⊠pluck out my brain and give it to you, because even if it killed me to do it, at least it makes sense to me. And I donâtâI donât want you to think Iâm not hurting. Iâve been sick to my stomach since I left. I know Iâm making a mistake, I know I am, I justâhow do I do what I think is right in the long-run when itâs not what I want right now, or ever?
I donât want to get over you. I donât want you to get over me, and thatâs how you know Iâm not acting selflessly, because you should. I want you to always be happy, I just⊠wish it was with me.
So, Iâm going to keep making these. Iâm going to take you along for the ride, wherever it takes us, because you should be here but I can only hope you can one day understand why youâre not. Iâm soâIâm so sorry, I donâtâŠ
Iâm sorry.
I love you.
You fall asleep and dream that you were the one meant to meet him at that restaurant.
The first thing you do is make a call to your mother.
âCould you send another container of yakgwa?â
On the other end of the line, your mother tuts, motherly intuition audibly kicking into overdrive. Is probably wearing that all-knowing, sly grin she always does when you try to be coy and evasive. âWhat happened to the last container I sent?â
âAh, you know Kaori loves those. They barely lasted an hour after I told her what was in there.â
She hums an acknowledgement. Sounds like she takes a sip of tea. âI remember someone else being quite fond of those cookies, too.â
âWell, they are the most popular cookies in the country, so.â
After haranguing you into admitting theyâre for Seungcheol and not your roommate, your mother promises to send them quickly. A few days at most, which buys you enough time to figure out how youâre going to approach the man in question.
The vlogs have turned your entire world upside-down. Answered questions you hadnât even known you had. Took all that anger and resentment youâd been holding onto and set it free, and now youâre just left with⊠a void. Want to mend things, and it makes you wonder if such a thing is even possible, if itâs too late, but you donât let those thoughts get very far.
Instead, you let them spur you into action. Have you sitting in front of your laptop at your desk, office hours long since over, silence creeping in the more the department empties. The thrum of the airconditioning and the tick-tick-tick of the clock are all the only company you have.
You worry if itâll show on camera, how out of sorts you feel: sweating from the nerves, dabbing at your hairline; cheeks warm to the touch. But you suck in a breath anyway, steel yourself. Look at your webcam and the daunting red circleâŠ
And start recording.
He hadnât gotten it at first. Not really.
Thereâd been a container of yakgwa outside his door with his USB drive taped to the top of it. No noteânot that he needed one to know who it was from, but he wasnât sure what it was. A goodbye? A please fuck off forever and never contact me again?
Heâd just taken them inside. Ate too many of the cookies while feeling sorry for himself. Maybe had a glass or two of wine to compound the issue, and never, ever considered contacting you. Didnât think he could bear it if you never wanted to see him again, but he justâŠ
Well, he was drunk and alone and he missed you, and heâd rewatched all those videos he recorded a million times before when he was like this, so what was a million and one?
Itâd been the same as every time before: he smiled at the happy parts, cried at all his old wounds. Wanted to reach through the screen and strangle his past self for including that part about the blind date, because he never wanted to date anyone who wasnât you, why would he say that, felt mortified at the thought of you watching thatâ
And then there it was.
All the way at the bottom. A new video. One that hadnât been recorded by himâ
Hi, Cheol, you say, and thatâs all it takes to reduce him to a sobbing, yearning mess. Iâm not sure what to say here. I donât really record muchâsometimes for lectures when the professors are too busy, but never anything personal like this, but I watched every single one you made for me and I thought I should return the favor.
I wanted to tell you everything Iâve been up to since you left, but it hasnât been much. I got my degree. Tutored a lot in undergradâthe same thing Iâm tutoring you in now, actually. I was good at it and it felt good to have something that was mine, you know? I almost moved for grad school. Thought for a while I was going to wind up in New York, but then my parents divorced and it felt like too much, too scary, so I stayed. Kaori also stayed, so we got an apartment together. Itâs not much, definitely not as nice as your place, but itâs good enough.
I donât think I ever told you, but she was seeing a guy for a bit and he was⊠obsessed with you, to say the least. Thought you were the coolest person in the world. They arenât seeing each other anymore. Ended pretty badly, butâspeaking of which, maybe steer clear of Student Services for a while, too.
Sometimes it felt like failure that I wound up staying here. That I had scholarships from all these far-away, prestigious places and didnât take advantage of them. That I gave into my fear. And now⊠I donât know. Maybe thereâs a reason I stayed behind. Maybe thereâs a reason you ended up back here, too.
Whatever happensâI donât want you to think I still blame you. Kaori says we do the best we can with what weâve got at the time, and I understand now thatâs what you did. Even though it hurt me, you were trying to protect me. I get it now. And Iâm sorry you had to go through all of that alone. I canât imagine how hard it mustâve been to go to all these places you didnât know. To have to deal with your injury, the loss of a dream.
You said in one of your videos that you just want me to be happy, and thatâs all I want for you, too, whatever that looks like.
Hereâs my address if you ever want to come by to talk.
I love you, too.
âand then heâd been up and out the door, feeling stone cold sober, running to the front of his building to wait for his ride.
Felt like the drive took hours. Mustâve hit every red light between his apartment and yours. Took the steps two at a time just to get to your door faster.
Thereâs a man already standing outside your door when he gets there. One that looks shocked to see him, stars in his eyes, and when Seungcheol says, âOh, you must be Kaoriâs ex,â he looks more like he wants the earth to swallow him whole. Embarrassed in front of his idol.
He knocks on your door and gets no response. Knocks again, harder this time, and he has to try really hard to stifle his laughter when your voice yells from the inside, âFuck off, Kenji, I already told you sheâs not here!â
âItâs me,â Seungcheol yells back.
Thereâs quiet again. Just enough time for it to feel like his heart is going to beat right out of his chest and follow Kaoriâs ex down the hall.
Then youâre yanking the door openâslowly, so slowly, like youâre scared itâs not actually him. Your eyes are brimming with tears when they meet his own, and he doesnât let himself think, just goes on instinct, when he grabs for you, hands on your cheeks, and presses his lips to yours.
Somehow you taste the same.
Somehow you taste like redemption.
You taste like home.
Seungcheol kisses you until the tears slow. Kisses you until the universe realigns, until he could map your mouth in the dark. Kisses you until all youâre all he knows again.
When he pulls away, youâre gripping at his sweatshirt, donât want to let him go. He presses his forehead to yours, offers up a million more apologies, starts talking nonsense. Says heâs going to drop microeconomics, what the hell does he know, he barely has a passing grade anyway, what does it matter, heâs such an idiotâ
And then you say, âYou came back,â and nothing else matters.
âI always will.â
(Later on, as youâre trying to steady your breathing, slick with sweat, your thigh thrown over Seungcheolâs hip as he stares down at you, dopey smile on his face, you say, âChoi Seungcheol, donât you dare drop that class. I have worked my ass off to get you to barely-passing.â)
if youâve made it this far thank you so much for reading! i am still very new at writing for seventeen, so i hope this was acceptable. i'm now going to throw myself into the warped tour vernon fic and will hopefully not go another 7+ months without posting anything. đ
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SUMMARY: The other Pillars are convinced Tomioka has something against the latest Hashira, but have no idea your husband is simply looking for you during your pregnancy. A/N: I think something glitched when I was making the header...didn't crop properly. Anyway, enjoy this trash and I'm sorry if it's not up to my usual standard but I just got the random idea in the middle of the night! WARNINGS: Fem Reader, pregnancy MASTERLIST/PREVIOUS FICS
Everyone was convinced Tomioka Giyuu hated you right from the start.
You were first introduced to the Hashira when Oyakata-sama called them all for a meeting on the latest reports of demon activity, but requested them all to stay a little longer before being dismissed. Amane gestured for you to come forward with a gentle smile and you shuffled out of the shadows with your hands clasped together in nervousness but with a bright bream upon your face. The Hashiraâs eyes caught yours in surprise, wondering if you were perhaps a new Kakushi since you werenât wearing a slayer uniform, but instead a traditional (f/c) yukata.
Then their eyes strayed downwards and changed their minds about that, but nonetheless still remained in confusion.
âThis is our newest member, (y/n) (y/l/n), the (b/f) Hashira. She was supposed to join our ranks quite some months ago but due to her sudden pregnancy she will for now be an honorary member.â
The only sign of your anxiety was the blush on your cheeks and the hand rubbing at your swollen abdomen. âHi everyone! Iâm so happy to meet you all! I wonât be on the battlefield for some time and Iâm sorry I canât fight alongside you for now, but I look forward to getting to know you all. If you need anything, Iâm always at the (e/n) Estate.â
The ice was broken and you were immediately approached by many of the Hashira. Himejima-san cried and wished you and your child good health, making you feel a little embarrassed but thanked him anyway. The Mist Pillar Tokito simply stared at you, then at the sky, then at you again before asking what were you doing here again (later on, he startled you by appearing behind and questioning you in that airheaded manner of his if he could talk to the baby).
You were also tackled by the Love Pillar who introduced herself as Kanroji Mitsuri and your new best friend as well as the calmer Insect Pillar, Kocho Shinobu, who despite slightly unnerving you with her smile touched you greatly when she said you could always stop by the Butterfly Mansion for checkups or simply a visit.
âHow far along are you?â
âAbout five months, I think!â
âKYAAAAAAAAAAH! Your baby is going to be so cute! Whatâs itâs name? Do you know if itâs a he or a she yet? I canât wait to be an aunt!â
âHeh, Iâm not too sure yet, but I have a feeling itâs going to be a boy!â
Mitsuri squealed again, causing you to laugh at her genuine happiness. She whipped her head behind her and called out to the silently glowering Snake Pillar. âIguro-san, donât you think the baby will be cute? I really wish Iâll have some of my own one day!â
You and Shinobu shared a smirk as the Wind Pillar grumpily slapped his friendâs back and dragged the furiously red Iguro away, muttering viciously about not wasting any more time in hunting a Twelve Kizuki.
âOh look, there's Tomioka-san. Why hasn't he come and said hello yet?â
âAh well, a lone friendless wolf as always.â Shinobu didn't see you originally visibly brighten at Mitsuriâs words and turn surprised at hers.
Indeed Tomioka was standing awkwardly as always a little - long, actually - way off. What was not as always was that horrified, slack jawed look on his face instead of his usual blank, emotionless one.
âTomioka-san? Are you alright? You've been making that face for a long time alreadyâŠâ Shinobu's eye twitched, but you didn't notice, suddenly preoccupied with Muichiroâs intense questioning of whether he could play with the baby when it was born.
âShe shouldn't be a Hashira.â
The remaining Hashira found themselves narrowing their eyes at the Water Pillar's blunt, if not rude, words.
That would be just one of the many events that further convinced them of his intense dislike of you.
***
You started going over a lot to the Butterfly Mansion over then next few months, becoming a fast favorite among the girls for your cheerful attitude and your baby; even Kanao cracked a smile at you when you came around. When the other Hashira arrived to be healed you always made it a point to go pay them a visit and in turn you pretty soon had every one of them in your back pocket, including the harsh, loudmouthed Wind Pillar Shinazugawa who constantly gave you a jolt with the complete 360 with his attitude around you, to the point you could call him a good friend.
Being friends with him usually meant hearing him grumble about the stupid waterboy.
âWhy doesnât he ever look at you anyway, turning away like that. So rude, that little (beep) (beep) (beep)-â
âEheh, Shinazugawa-san, donât swear so loudly, heâll hear you!â
You had stopped by to Sanemiâs room when Shinobu had mentioned he was there to be patched up after a mission and knowing how busy she was, had offered to go help change his bandages with the basic medical knowledge you had picked up over the years of being a slayer. Reluctantly she had agreed and so here you were, chatting away with him until he spotted Tomioka passing by (he poked his head in actually, otherwise Sanemi would never have noticed him) and started complaining about him once more, especially when you had called out to him and Tomioka had simply whipped his head to the side to stare into the distance.
Really, Sanemi wasnât the only one to notice how Tomioka avoided you like the plague with that stupid, vacant, red expression of his.
âHeâs just shy, he doesnât mean to be rude!â You defended the poor Pillar, continuing with rewinding the new wrappings.
âTch, you should see how he acts at the meetings, like heâs better than us or something,â was the growling reply. â(beep) doesnât know how to (beep) talk with anyone with his (beep) attitude.â
âI donât think he thinks heâs better than all of you, maybe itâs just something else,â You hum, finishing up. âThatâs all! Iâm glad the demon didnât go any further than a scratch.â
Shinazugawa grunted, then his gaze caught yours and softened. âBy the way, whoâs the dad?â
âOh, itâs -â
â(y/n)-san!â Three heads peeked in from the door shyly. âCan you come and play with us?â
âOf course! Bye, Shinazugawa!â
Like always the reply was only a âtchâ.
***
Another thing was that he never stopped repeating what he said at the first time everyone met you: âShe shouldnât be a Hashiraâ, going as far as to attempt to prevent you from wielding a sword, although this was only noticed by Tanjiro.
You had agreed to the Kamaboko Squadâs requests (aka demands by Inosuke and begging from Zenitsu) to train together, despite Tanjiroâs worries which you brushed off. The boys were very rambunctious and did tire you out quite a bit, but you were having so much fun and they were so eager you just went on sparring with them until even Inosuke muttered a plead for a quick break, unable to beat your incredible swordsmanship.
â(y/n)-chan!!! Whoâs the lucky guy you married?! You never told us and I want to know how he managed to score someone so beautiful like you so I can do it with Nezuko-chan!â Zenitsu simpered, scooting closer, ignoring Tanjiroâs scandalized look.
âWhatâs married?â Inosukeâs voice was muffled underneath his boar mask and the mountain of onigiri you had brought he was stuffing into his mouth, so none of you heard him.
You giggle, placing a hand on your stomach. âHeâs very sweet, although heâs honestly very shy and doesnât talk much. Iâm sure youâve met him before! Can you guess?â
âWoah, really?â Tanjiro brightened, wondering who it could be, but his next question was interrupted by an interrogative monotone.
âWhat are you doing? You shouldnât be training.â Tomioka stood in front of them, the first time anyone had seen him interact with you without just staring at the ground. His face was as empty as the void but there was a tiny crease between his eyebrows and Tanjiro didnât have to inhale to smell the worry reeking off him.
âI didnât know you were so concerned about (y/n)-chan, Tomioka-san.â Zenitsuâs eyebrows shot up, disappearing under his hair while he glowered judgmentally.
Tomioka made no reply, only swiftly grabbing and removing the sword from your hand. âShe shouldnât be a Hashira, much less train. You nearly died fighting a demon not too long ago, youâre in no shape to be doing this.â
With that he abruptly walked off and left Zenitsu and Inosuke to scream at him for being such an un-gentleman and for not fighting with them while you looked away sadly.
Tanjiro wondered why he didnât once smell dislike on Tomioka. Only fear.
***
âWhatâs he got against (l/n)?â Obanai joined in on the conversation from his perch on the tree. Heâd look for reasons to hate against the Water Pillar all the time, but unlike the others this time round his hatred was justified.
Tengen rolled his eyes flamboyantly. âI know! Heâs constantly acting like sheâs a pest to be around, but she doesnât seem to have beef with him. Whatâs wrong with that bland creature?â
âOh come on! We donât actually know if he hates her,â Rengoku protested mildly.
âThen why does he keep refusing to even make eye contact with her?â
âI mean, Iguro, you canât talk, you only ever look at Kanrojiâ - Obanai turned away, blushing furiously as Tengen cackled - âbut I get your point. The other day I walked in on them arguing. I canât believe he would keep reminding her of past failures without keeping her current state in mind!â
âPerhaps he only wants to try and convince her to stay safe during this time and discourage her from slaying for now?â
âRengoku, my best buddy, youâre too optimistic.â
âThereâs no other reason heâd give her the cold shoulder 24/7.â
Soon the conversation drifted to other topics, but little would they know Rengoku was the closest to the truthâŠ
***
Shinobu already had enough on her hands with all the screaming, panic and blood, but of course Tomioka just had to show up at the most inopportune moment.
It had been a relatively quiet day as the two of you sat on the engawa, exchanging war stories over tea when with a sudden cry you had doubled over in pain. Your water had broken and you were heading into labour - quickly.
Just barely the Insect Pillar had managed to get you to a bed and sent the Butterfly Girls scurrying for the necessities, hiding her uneasiness at the slight earliness of your boyâs arrival to keep you calm and help you through it. You were doing well under her coaxing to use Total Concentration Breathing, and thankfully Shinazugawa was still around to help you relax with a familiar face.
Then Aoi had burst in with a frantic expression and thundering footsteps from behind that certainly werenât hers.
âShinobu-san, Tomioka is demanding to be let in-â
âKeep him out!â Shinobu grimaced, returning her attention to you. Sheâs heard and seen what heâs like around you, and other than the fact he has no business to be here she didnât want to send you into a further state of panic. âHe doesnât like her, and if he opens that mouth of his to say anything more I might be responsible for two deaths.â
You dug your nails into Sanemiâs proffered hand, screaming in pain. He winced but said nothing, only looking up with a determined look in his eyes at Shinobu. âIâll go keep Tomioka out, just make sure she delivers safely.â
Without waiting for a reply Sanemi rushed out to bar the doorway, leaving Shinobu to assure and handle your birthing with the anxious assistance of the Butterfly Girls. The pain in your stomach was surely abominable, intolerable, and Shinobu found herself growing more alarmed with every minute the baby wasnât coming out.
â(y/n), I need you to push harder, alright? Can you do that for me?â
âN-no - where is he?â
âYour husband? Iâll get someone to call him, donât worry,â Shinobu lied with dawning horror that in the entire time she had known youâŠshe had no actual idea who you were married to. âBut he wouldnât like you see you like this, right? You can do it. Just keep your breathing under control.â
âJUST (beep) OFF, TOMIOKA!â Shinazugawaâs voice bellowed through the Mansion. His stocky form soon appeared, stubbornly acting as an indomitable barrier against the equally stubborn Tomioka who was desperately trying to barge his way through.
âTomioka, we donât need unnecessary people here to worry (y/n) more-â
âTHATâS MY WIFE!â
Whether it was because Tomioka had never raised his voice before or the sheer shock of it all or the fact you reached out for his hand, Shinobu and Sanemi let him through.
***
âI thought I was going to lose you when I heard you screaming like that from outside.â Giyuu nuzzled deeper into your neck, absently stroking your babyâs tiny hand. âDonât scare me like that again.â
You played with the strands of his hair with a teasing smirk. âYou did to, banging into the room like that, with the âThatâs my wife!â. It was very romantic of you, Giyuu~â
âI was in a rush.â Giyuu smacked his face into the pillow, embarrassed while you laugh.
âAra ara~ Are you both done cuddling? I want to perform a quick checkup on your baby now, if you donât mind, and all the Hashira are here to ask you a lot of things, Tomioka.â Shinobu stood at the doorway with her customary smile, a twitching eye and crossed arms. Behind her were the shadows of the others trying to peek over her shoulder or head into the room to congratulate you on your baby or beat up Tomioka (both for some).
âAsk about what?â Giyuu lifted up his head in confusion. You snort at his obliviousness, cooing at your precious sleeping baby before gently passing him to Shinobu.
âMAYBE ABOUT HOW (Y/N) IS YOUR WIFE AND YOU NEVER TOLD US?â
âKYAAAAAAAAAH! Thatâs so cute of you, Tomioka!â
âDo you hate us all or something?!â
âNoâŠ? No one asked and I thought (y/n) would have told you,â Giyuu said blankly, glancing at you with wide blue eyes. You sheepishly raised your shoulders.
âI tried to tell them but we kept getting interrupted or had no chance.â
âYou did make us all think you hated (y/n) with your behaviour, Tomioka.â Shinobu raised an eyebrow. âAfter all, you rarely spoke to her and when you did it was only to reprimand her, but I can see now it was probably out of worry for your child and herâŠalthough rather harshly.â
âOh!â You burst out laughing, shaking so hard you nearly couldnât take back your awakening baby Shinobu was handing over. âGiyuuâs just very shy! See-â
You pressed a quick peck to his cheek.
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