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hwaslayer · 9 months ago

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love you in slow motion (psh) | one.

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—summary: seonghwa will go through hell and back for you, as long as he can continue to see that smile on your face. because to him, that smile feels like a rainbow after the rain, the warmth of the sun on a winter day. because to him, you’re more than just his bestfriend—you’re love. even though everyone seems to see that except you.

—pairing: park seonghwa x f!reader

��genre: (18+ - minors dni) bestfriends to lovers | fluff, angst, eventual smut

—word count: 5.7k

—chapter warning: cussing/mature language, hints of a toxic relationship & ex-bf, mentions of a broken family and death, just a good ol' intro to hwa and oc + their dynamic + their family dynamics, buried feelings and overthinking!!

"Seonghwa?" Your cousin, Soyeon, calls for him on the other line. Soyeon rarely ever calls Seonghwa, but when she does, it's usually for good reason.

"Soyeon, what's up?" Seonghwa says, hand on his hip as he tries to regulate his breathing after a late night boxing session with Wooyoung and Hongjoong.

"Y/N said she would be home earlier, but she hasn't been. Yaya's worried, I'm worried. It's pouring outside." She says frantically. He sighs, stomach slightly dropping at the statement.

"Okay, where did she go last? I haven't heard from her since earlier this morning." Soyeon lets out a hefty sigh.

"Of course she wouldn't tell you. She was with Mingi." She says sarcastically, knowing Seonghwa would be upset with you for giving in, yet once again. Seonghwa had no issues giving you the 'I told you so' every single time you've been with your shitty ex-boyfriend. He always makes you cry, and it never fails. He doesn't understand why the fuck you keep running back to him. So to Seonghwa, it's not surprising that you kept this from him. Doesn't stop him from pinching the bridge of his nose before nodding, though.

"Alright, I'll find her. Don't worry."

"Thank you. Seriously. When you see her, you better tell her to stop seeing that fucking asshole. All he does is treat her like shit."

"Yeah, I know. Are you and Junseo home now?"

"Yeah, we are. We were gonna go to Yaya's but she told me to call you first before anything."

"Good, stay put. I'll take care of it and text you. She won't be far."

"God, such a headache. Thank you, Seonghwa."

"Course." He sighs as he ends the call, tossing his phone onto his duffle bag before un-doing the wrap around his hands.

"Done already?" Wooyoung asks, making Hongjoong shift his attention to the platinum blonde while they stand near the bag.

"I gotta go find Y/N."

"What? What happened?"

"Who knows, she was with Mingi."

"Dude is always bad news." Hongjoong chimes in, watching as Seonghwa throws his hoodie on and slings the duffle bag strap over his shoulder.

"Tell me about it." Seonghwa rolls his eyes and shakes his head. "I'll see you guys tomorrow."

"Text us when you're all good. Hope she's okay."

"She's fine. Just needa get her out of this rain." He says, giving them one last wave as he walks out of the studio and down the steps. Soyeon is right; the rain has picked up over the last few hours, creating huge puddles near the sidewalks and curbs due to the intensity. The stream of water makes a loud noise as it falls into the drain nearby, the loud pour of the rainfall echoing throughout the empty street. Seonghwa drags the hood over his head, doing a slight jog to his parked car on the side of the studio. Luckily for him, he knows where Song Mingi lives. Luckily for him, this town isn't that big and you couldn't have gotten far.

Luckily for him, he's right.

He finds you walking about two blocks away from Mingi's place, just getting ready to turn the corner to lord knows where. He slowly drives alongside of you, rolling down his passenger window to peak over at you. He's glad he found you when he did because you have a flimsy hoodie and leggings on, the hood completely drenched and barely doing anything to protect you from this rain.

"What are you doing, Seonghwa?" You ask, eyes glued forward as you continue to walk.

"What does it look like? Get in, you're gonna get sick." You squint your eyes at him as you continue to walk. "Y/N."

"How did you even know where to find me?"

"It's not hard to figure out when you're with Mingi." He quickly glances at the street ahead, making sure there are no oncoming cars or passengers in the way. "Plus, Soyeon called. Her and Yaya are worried because you told them you'd be home earlier."

"Of course." You mumble.

"Y/N, get inside and stop being stubborn."

"Seonghwa—" He starts to obnoxiously honk his horn on the quiet street, making your eyes widen at him. You continuously tell him to stop and to quit being so loud, however, his efforts don't stop. "Park Seonghwa, what the fuck! Fine!" You groan loudly, quickly opening the door when he stops the car. You plop yourself onto the seat, glaring at him. "Happy?!"

"Not really, but at least you're in the car." He locks the doors and turns up the heat, driving off to his 1 bedroom apartment. "You can stay at mine for tonight so you don't stress out Yaya." He keeps his eyes on the road, thoughts shifting to your grandma and how worried she might be right now.

"She won't even be that—"

"She sure as hell will, Y/N. Besides, who the hell wants to argue with you this late at night? It's almost 1am. Knowing your ass and how you never listen, even though you should." He sighs. "I'll take you home tomorrow morning before I head to work."

"Whatever." You cross your arms, still feeling cold and uncomfortable after being in the rain.

"Why were you walking in the rain?" He asks, most definitely knowing the answer already. Your nights with Mingi always end on some toxic shit, all this yelling and back and forth— arguing over empty promises and issues from the past.

And for what? The dude is never gonna change. Seonghwa isn't sure what the hell you're holding out hope for.

"I'll tell you if you spare me the 'I told you so.'" He shakes his head.

"Can't promise."

"Then you don't get shit from me."

"Why do you let him do this to you?"

"Wow, that's actually worse than an 'I told you so.'"

"I'm being serious." He glances at you with a very mixed expression, mainly serious and worrisome tones.

"I don't know, okay. I wish I could tell you." It's silent for a minute, the only sounds filling the car are the rain pounding against the windshield and the heat on high.

The thing about Seonghwa being your bestfriend of 16 years is the fact that you can always rely on him to be there no matter what. He's always so, so good to you; always so caring, so supportive and so protective. You've never had to ask Seonghwa for anything because he always gives, and is always ready to give. Just like tonight, when he shouldn't be here but he is.

He had been yours, just as you had been his since the beginning.

Sometimes, it's easy to believe you don't deserve someone like Seonghwa by your side.

You met this adorably shy, sweet kid when he was introduced to your class as a new transfer in the 3rd grade, most kids in your class politely saying hello but going about their own business afterwards. You, though, had stuck around to show Seonghwa his new school and to eat with him. Since then, your relationship had flourished. His dad had become bestfriends with your own dad, the two of you always going on family trips together, hanging out at each other's homes, going to the same schools onward— Seonghwa was always there, you were always there. He had seen you through your very best, seen you through your very worst. Was there during your highs, was there during your lows. Knows exactly how to push you right to the very edge, but also knows how to make up for his dumb mistakes. Knows exactly how to handle you, attitude, temper and all, knows exactly what makes you happy, what makes you sad.

He knows you like the back of his hand.

Probably better than you know yourself.

Seonghwa became the golden child though, you know? He had loving parents who supported him through everything. He was a superb student [a teacher's pet, if you may], an athlete, a prodigy; always winning numerous awards and medals throughout his academic and athletic career. He had countless talents and a positive energy that people admired him for, though shy and timid in the beginning. He got along well with people and was the ultimate charmer. Attractive, had his way with the ladies— albeit, he can be an idiot when he thinks with his dick from time to time and not his brain. But nonetheless, Seonghwa is Seonghwa. He would never intentionally hurt a soul, would never intentionally give people what they didn't deserve. To be clear though, Seonghwa has his fair share of mistakes and fuck-ups, but in the end, he would always apologize when in the wrong and make up for his actions. While you, on the other hand, were his polar opposite and struggled to find your place in this crazy, crazy world.

You had never met your biological mother, and your dad had spent majority of your earlier years working graveyard to keep food on the table, to keep sending you to a good school. You spent most of your childhood growing up at Yaya's house, where your dad's sister and her family lived for awhile. That's how your older cousin Soyeon became the sister you've never had, somebody else you could rely on, fight with and experience the ups and downs with. Things were good, and they were good for awhile until you lost your dad to a rare and sudden illness.

Then, things went downhill for you.

You continued to stay at Yaya's, only having her, Soyeon and her family, Seonghwa and his family by your side. You began to push people away, you got into trouble and made dumb mistakes that hurt your loved ones more times than you'd like to admit. You had your moments where you acted solely on feelings instead of being rational. You had no filter, not being afraid of telling people if they were wrong even if it meant hurting their feelings to no end. You no longer got along well with most people, finding it hard to vibe well with majority of the crowd. No longer caring about what was in the know, what was trending; was incredibly selective about who you gave your time and effort to in fear of losing more loved ones dear to your heart.

Without Seonghwa at your side, you're not sure where you'd be. Because truly, if it wasn't for him, you don't think you would have continued to try. He was the only thing that remained constant in your life, one of the only people who continued to show you genuine care and love despite your flaws and all.

"Have you eaten?" He suddenly speaks and changes the topic, not wanting to upset you any more than you already are.

"I'm not hungry."

"You need to eat something." You don't respond. "Mom made some kimbap today, I can set some aside for you."

"Thanks." You say softly, watching as the car finally drives into the familiar apartment complex. Seonghwa turns the wheel with one hand, pulling into his assigned parking spot before shutting off the car. He lets out a sigh before looking over at you, noticing you're still in your sad, sulky position in the passenger seat.

"Ready? Or should we just sleep in here tonight?" You slowly turn and glare at him, mocking him before answering dramatically— knowing it's the most childish thing you can do right now, especially after Seonghwa took the time to find you and pick you up in this rain.

"Why don't you just leave me here?"

"Good with me. At least I don't have to lend you any more of my clothes and have you sleeping on my couch. Matter of fact, more kimbap for me." He says, stepping out of the car, keys rattling in his pocket as he turns to shut his car door. He continues to walk without worry because he knows the shit you pull.

You'll end up following him.

He doesn't even have to turn over his shoulder to make sure you do. He hears the car door slam after a few minutes, and he smirks a bit to himself before locking the car using the key fob in his pocket.

"You really have to slam my car door like that?" He asks, slightly looking over his shoulder before climbing up the steps.

"Sorry." You mumble, pathetically following your bestfriend with your arms crossed tightly against your chest. He unlocks his door and waits for you to make it up the steps, letting you step in and out of your shoes first before following you inside. He tosses his keys onto the entryway table before walking into the kitchen and pulling out his phone to text Soyeon that you were safe with him for the night.

"You can go shower first. Just take whatever you want from my closet." He says, eyes focused on the bag of kimbap his mom had dropped off earlier in the day. You simply nod and head straight to his closet, grabbing some pajama pants and a longsleeve. You toss your clothes into the bathroom sink, mentally making a note to ask Seonghwa if you can throw in a load of his laundry with your clothes. The last thing you wanna do is make a mess in Seonghwa's super clean apartment, let alone drag home some wet clothes from the night prior.

The shower you take is short, but relaxing. You let the hot water beat down on you, thoroughly scrubbing and scratching every inch of your body, your scalp. When you finish, you lather some lotion and pad back out to his living room. Seonghwa glances up, watching as you come towards him with his long pajama pants and a long sleeve with sleeves that falls past your hands. He thinks you're the cutest thing he has ever seen [especially in his clothes], but he subtly bites onto his bottom lip to suppress the smile forming at his lips.

"Can I do some of your laundry so I can wash my clothes? They're just sitting in your bathroom sink." He shrugs.

"Don't worry about it, I'll toss it in there before I hop into the shower." He slides a small plate on the counter of his kitchen island bar area, before handing you a hot cup of green tea. "Eat at least one." You nod, watching as he washes his hands and begins to make his way to the bathroom. You're hungrier than you thought, popping in all the pieces of kimbap Seonghwa prepared for you before downing the green tea. In the end, you feel full, satisfied.

Content.

Warm.

After a good thirty minutes, Seonghwa is out of the shower and tossing the load into the dryer. He's ruffling his semi-dry hair as he brings out a thick blanket for you, glancing at the random Cars movie playing on the tv.

"Here." He says. "You finished eating?"

"Mhm."

"Okay. I'm gonna go to bed then." He turns to head into his room.

"Hwa, can't you just sleep out here with me?" You point at the free part of his L-shaped sectional couch.

"Why, when I have a perfectly comfortable bed to sleep on in here?" He points to his room, but you pout.

"But, you also have an amazing couch that you can share with your bestfriend."

"You snore and you move around too much."

"I do not, and you'd be on that side of the couch anyway!" You furrow your brows. "You snore, too!"

"Not as loud as you, sounding like you belong in that Cars movie." He glances at the tv screen while making the dumb joke, and you groan.

"Okay, fine. Whatever." You succumb to defeat and wave the white flag. "I just don't necessarily wanna be alone."

"You're not, I'm right here."

"Pichu." Ah, there it is. That stupid nickname he's painfully grown to adore after you've told him time and time again that he looks just like the pokemon. He sighs, realizing you probably won't let this up. On top of that, he knows he can't say no to you regarding most things. So, he drags himself into his room and rips off his duvet comforter from the bed to bring with him into the living room. He sets himself up on one section of the couch, while you take up the other— heads meeting at the corner.

"The moment you rip out a big snore, I'm leaving you out here." He warns and you snort.

"You're a dick. I don't even snore like that."

"And how would you know, sleeping beauty?" He looks at you, heart content with the way you happily look at him from your side of the couch. You have no rebuttal though, so he shuts off the tv and rests his hand on the back of his head while closing his eyes. "Thought so. Get some sleep, it's getting late." He hears you rustling underneath your own blankets, head gently knocking onto the side of his that makes him suck his teeth. "Y/N." He groans with a whiney tone. "This is what I mean."

"Sorry, sorry." You pout, rubbing the side of his head. "I'm good now." You mumble underneath the blankets as you settle, satisfied with your warm and bundled position. You can hear Seonghwa's soft breathing behind you, signaling that he'll probably fall asleep soon [and quick, too]. "Hwa?" You softly call for him one last time.

"Hm?" He hums.

"Thank you." You pause. "For everything."

"You know I care about you more than anything, right?" He says, close to a whisper. "You deserve way better."

"Yeah." Is all you respond with before closing your eyes, hoping to finally be at peace for the remainder of the night. "Love you, pichu." You say sleepily.

"Love you, too." He feels the statement tug at his heart strings because Seonghwa does love you, he has loved you for years. Been in love with you for years. But you were always the most important, this dynamic and relationship was the most important, that he's learned to suppress and live with it— even though at times, he feels like he gives it away pretty easily, or lets his emotions get to the best of him.

Everyone can tell.

Everyone knows.

Everyone but you.

Surprisingly, you do fall asleep before Seonghwa. He can't help but peek from his peripherals, noticing your steady breathing under the covers. Your head is barely poking out from the covers, making Seonghwa smile to himself. He settles a little closer to you, top of your head tucked near the crook of his neck as he slightly turns towards your side and finally shuts his eyes to get some sleep.

When you wake up the following morning, it's because Seonghwa's cussing to himself as he runs to grab his ringing phone on the island counter. His eyes quickly dart to you as he snatches the phone and answers the call, noticing you're starting to wake up.

"Sorry, Y/N." He apologizes and you let out a small squeak as you stretch and shake your head.

"It's okay, Hwa. Should probably get up anyway." You rub at your eyes, watching as he paces back into his room to finish getting ready for work. He's apparently talking to Wooyoung, agreeing to pick the guy up after bringing you home since they work at the same place— two athletic trainers for the men's sports teams at one of the universities in town, Wooyoung and Seonghwa mainly taking care of the football and basketball teams, popping into other sports if the help is urgently needed. They've both worked really hard to earn their current positions, being two of the leads who focus on training, treatment and rehabilitating their athletes at homebase, and only participating in a few quick trips for away games if asked.

As you stand and start to fold the blanket, you catch sight of how tired Seonghwa looks and you feel terrible. You know Seonghwa loves to test his limits, working out late after his shifts and barely getting 8 hours of sleep right before a busy day of tending to athletes. Despite your nagging and lecturing him on getting more rest, Hwa has gotten used to doing things this way.

However, part of you still feels guilty that he doesn't look as bright and alert this morning because of you. Because you needed more saving, because you chose to be stubborn and listen to Mingi even though he hasn't given you a reason to trust him since you've broken up.

"I didn't mean to wake you so early."

"I mean, you do have to leave soon, don't you?" You check the clock, peeping the current time as 8:27am. "Isn't this really late for you, actually?" Especially during the season, Seonghwa is always at work by 6AM, leaving super late in the afternoon. Off-season is a little easier for him, being that practice schedules are spread out due to sharing space with other sports/teams.

"Not for today. The team is lifting right now, I need to work on some rehab reports first before training and practice later today." You nod. "Are you good to leave soon then?"

"Of course."

"Okay, let me just grab a few things so we can head out. I need to pick up Wooyoung's lazy ass."

"He's not in to help with lifting?"

"Not anymore. Dude overslept." You snort.

"Why am I not surprised?"

"Director Shin loves him. She would never get him in trouble or scold him."

"She loves you, too." You say.

"Not as much as Wooyoung. She'll bite my head off first before she ever thinks about coming for him." He throws in some food into his duffle bag solely for work. The duffle bag is huge, having the university's name plastered on the side in big, bold letters— followed by his name etched onto the corner with his athletic training certification. "By the way." He points at your neatly folded, washed clothes on the coffee table. "Don't forget your clothes."

"Thanks."

"Are you just gonna go home like that?" He eyes his clothes on your figure.

"Yeah, why not?" He shrugs.

"Alright then. Let's go." He pats himself down to double check that he has everything on him before heading out of the door. You lazily follow behind after slipping into your sneakers, having to roll up Seonghwa's pajama pants so that they don't reach the floor and get dirty. You plop into the passenger's seat with your clothes on your lap, rubbing at your eyes once situated. "You didn't have to get up so early. I technically don't need to be there until 10."

"It's fine, Hwa."

"Did you tell Yaya we were on the way?"

"No, I'll just surprise her when I get there." You smile and he shakes his head.

"You need to stop worrying your grandma and your cousin."

"I'm not even doing anything!"

"You're not? Then, what was last night?" He glances at you then lets out a small scoff. "Exactly. And please stop running back to Mingi. That dude isn't gonna change, and you know that. All he does is make you upset and I can't stand it. You two aren't good for each other."

"I hear you." You say lowly, head leaning against the passenger window.

"I'm sorry." He lets out a breath, genuinely just worried about you and your wellbeing. "I don't mean to do this so early, but I just get worried about you." He ruffles your hair a bit, causing a small smile to creep up on the corners of your lips.

"It's okay. I need to hear it." He chuckles.

"Yeah, you do. You're such a fucking headache." He jokes. "But you're important to me, and all I want is for you to be happy." He pinches your cheeks, making you scrunch your nose.

"Thanks Hwa." He looks at you while posted at a stop light, admiring the way you scrunch your nose and let out a little giggle. That's how he likes to see you. Not upset, sad, or crying. Especially over Song Mingi.

The drive to your house isn't too far, or at least, it never feels too far since you and Seonghwa always engage in conversations about various things while in the car. He pulls into Yaya's driveway, parking right next to Soyeon's car. You occupy the tiny detached in-law suite in the corner of the backyard, so Seonghwa isn't surprised when you try to scurry to the backyard to avoid Yaya and Soyeon.

"She's here!" He yells and points at you.

"You're a pain in the fucking ass, Park." You glare at him while you simultaneously hear Yaya telling you to come into the house and to not even think about running into the backyard.

"Oh, Yaya! Miss damsel in distress just walked in."

"Y/N. You should've called or texted. We were worried when we didn't hear from you." Yaya looks at you disappointingly while whipping up some breakfast.

"Sorry." You mumble as Seonghwa brushes past you to kiss ass to Yaya.

"Always needing her bestfriend to come and save the day." Soyeon says sarcastically before crossing his arms. "Seriously, what the hell would you do without Hwa? And why the hell didn't you make it home in time or text to let us know you'd be late?"

"Yeah, yeah. Whatever. Hi to you too." You squint at her. "He was supposed to bring me home but we got into another stupid fight, that's all." You roll your eyes before glancing at the empty luggages she has next to her.

"So, he just let you walk in the rain? What a fucking dick."

"Language." Yaya warns, glaring at the two of you from the kitchen next to Seonghwa, who is quickly peeling a banana he took from the fruit basket.

"Where are you going?" You nod at the luggages.

"Me and Junseo are heading to Japan in a few days." She smiles. "We're way overdue for our anniversary vacation. Meaning, you're gonna have to man the restaurant." You groan. "And watch Charli? Pretty please." She pleads in a sweet tone, knowing you'll always do anything for their 3 year old daughter.

"Seriously?!"

"Charli loves staying with you and Yaya! And all you have to do for the restaurant is make sure everything runs smoothly and be the cute waitress that you already are! It's nothing you haven't done! Plus, Yoongi and Jini will be there, and Charli will be in preschool for the most part." At this point, you whine [moreso about maintaining the restaurant] while Soyeon continues to check the list on her phone.

"Speaking of the restaurant, are you free tonight?" Seonghwa chimes in, looking at his phone.

"I don't know, depends on my boss here." You glare at Soyeon before looking back at Seonghwa. "Why?"

"San is back home so we're going out to the bar."

"Excuse me?!" You yell. "What the fuck!"

"Hey!" Yaya glares at you again. "Say that word one more time in my house."

"Okay, I'm sorry!" You point at Seonghwa. "But, you! Why didn't you tell me about Sannie coming back?!"

"How could I? You were too busy sulking over Mingi." He says, furrowing his brows with a cheek full of banana. Soyeon snorts and shakes her head, making you glare at the both of them.

"Ha-ha very funny. You didn't think you could tell me any other day?"

"Well, he wasn't even supposed to be coming back until next week. But he just texted us saying he decided to come back early and that he's already settled at the condo his uncle owns."

"Why aren't I getting these texts?" Seonghwa smirks and flicks your chin with his finger.

"Because boys need to talk about boy things."

"Oh whatever, it's not like any of you are getting any—"

"Seonghwa, please. Tell that girl to stop talking like that." Yaya pleads for him to tell you to keep it quiet. He chuckles a bit before looking at you pointedly, tapping the tip of your nose.

"Stop that." He smiles down at you. "And who said we weren't?"

"Please, all you guys do is yell while playing FIFA and Mario Party." You sigh. "Anyway, I'm going back to sleep for a bit. I'll come in for an earlier shift at the restaurant so that I can see Sannie." You direct the statement at Soyeon and all she does is nod.

"Pick you up afterwards then?"

"Ah, it's okay. Usual bar, right?" He nods. "I'll just bus over." You tap his chest. "Thanks pichu, see you later. Have fun at work!" At this point, Yaya is walking towards Soyeon and Seonghwa, hands placed on her hips as she observes you skipping to your in-law suite.

"Hwa." Yaya tugs on his arm before he can help Soyeon pack the large luggages in her trunk and head out to pick up Wooyoung.

"Hm?"

"It should just be you two." She pouts, making Seonghwa laugh. Time and time again, Yaya has always pushed the 'you and Seonghwa' agenda, stating that you two were meant to be together. And Seonghwa doesn't mind, he always laughs about it. He kinda likes that Yaya [everyone, really] thinks so, and if things were easy, he'd make it happen without question. But things aren't— because there's always that voice in the back of his head that tells him he needs to leave things as they are or else everything will be ruined.

He doesn't want that.

He would rather bury his feelings than lose you.

There's no way you'd go that route with him. You've made it clear to everyone that Seonghwa was your bestfriend and your bestfriend only. That people need to quit shoving the idea down your throat because you could never; he'd be lying if he said it didn't hurt to hear it.

"Yaya, you already know the answer to that." He says anyway and she pouts even more, leaning her head against his firm bicep.

"But you're the only one who knows how to handle her. She's such a handful but you've always stayed by her side."

"Mm, I don't think I necessarily had a choice." Yaya chuckles and gently swats his arm playfully.

"You two should just kiss and get married."

"Kiss and get married? Wow. What a plan." Soyeon says sarcastically, making Seonghwa laugh.

"No can do with that one." He places a small kiss on the top of her head before helping Soyeon with the last large luggage. "I gotta pick up Wooyoung and head to work. Text or call me if you need me." Seonghwa says.

"Make sure my baby cousin doesn't do anything reckless tonight when she's out with you guys? Like, I don't know, run to Mingi while drunk?" Seonghwa shakes his head at Soyeon's response.

"Won't let her out of my sight." He waves one last goodbye before settling into his car and driving off.

It's 20 minutes to Wooyoung's apartment, and another 15 to the university from there. When he arrives, Wooyoung tosses his own duffle bag in the back and plops into the passenger's seat before slouching into it.

"Did you find babygirl?" Wooyoung asks, making Seonghwa furrow his brows at him.

"Yes I did, and stop calling her that."

"Why, are you jealous? You can't gatekeep Y/N to yourself. I'm close to her, too." Wooyoung smirks.

"Shut up before I make you walk to work." Seonghwa glares at him. "It's not even that, it's just weird."

"Why is it weird?"

"Because it is."

"Because you love her?"

"Get the hell out—"

"I'm sorry! I'm kidding!" Wooyoung says in a high-pitched tone before laughing. "But, really, it's not weird."

"Yes, it is."

"She loves it and she's used to it. Therefore, I'll keep using it. Resting my case, your honor." Wooyoung snorts. "What happened last night anyway?"

"I don't know, she got into a fight with Mingi and walked out."

"He didn't come after her? It was pouring."

"Nope. She was gonna walk to.. I don't know, actually. She was just walking in the rain."

"That's not okay." Wooyoung sucks his teeth and does a slight head tilt. "They're toxic as hell to each other." Seonghwa shrugs.

"I know. I tried to tell her but at a certain point, that's all I can do. It gets really hard to control someone's behavior and police their actions."

"Can I ask you something?" Wooyoung looks at him with a small smile. "I'm genuinely curious."

"What?"

"Why haven't you made your move on Y/N? Your feelings for her have always been obvious."

"Have they? Seems like she's the only one who hasn't seen it." Wooyoung shrugs.

"Yeah. I mean, you drop everything— and I mean everything— for her without question. And you get all affectionate with her!" His tone raises a bit. "You hate initiating affection! If that ain't love.." Wooyoung tilts his head again and squints at Seonghwa.

"She's my bestfriend. All of that happens naturally."

"It's not just that, and you know it. I know people really do put their bestfriends on a pedestal, but you put babygirl before anyone and anything. Even yourself." Seonghwa slightly winces at the Wooyoung's nickname before shaking his head.

"Not true."

"Very true. Look, dude. It's not bad, but I do hope you leave some space for yourself. I know she would never intentionally hurt you, but it still doesn't eliminate the possibility of getting hurt at some point. I don't want that to happen, especially if you've poured everything in her over these years." Seonghwa lets out a breath and pauses for a moment because for once, Wooyoung makes sense. And he's right. He has poured everything in you, continues to pour everything in you very willingly— sometimes, he doesn't even realize he's doing it. Sometimes, he doesn't even realize he's putting you before everything, that he's dropping everything for you.

Hell, it's even to the point where he can't even date properly and sleeps around from time to time to let out steam. It's because he just feels this attachment to you; an attachment past being your bestfriend— like some thread of hope he holds onto, thinking that some day, you'll see him in that light.

Someone who could genuinely, deeply and strongly love you, care for you, support you, with no boundaries.

"I know."

"Why don't you just tell her? You know, be honest." Wooyoung shrugs.

"I don't wanna lose her, and I'm afraid I will if I do. I'm afraid I'll fuck everything up between us and change the dynamic just because I wanted to be selfish."

"I don't think you'd lose her. I'm sure she wouldn't let that change anything between the two of you, either. And why don't you think she'd go for it?"

"I just don't think she would."

"Maybe she's thinking the same way as you." Wooyoung sees the university in sight and starts to loosen himself up, getting ready to head out of the door as soon as Seonghwa pulls into a spot. "I think you should go for it, Hwa. You can't live like this forever. You love her, she should know. And if things don't work out, I doubt she'll let that change things between you two. You two understand each other well, and you both make sense together."

"Mm, yeah. Thanks." Seonghwa gives him a pursed smile before Wooyoung slips off his seatbelt and smiles.

"Guess that means I can tag along again tomorrow?" Seonghwa rolls his eyes and steps out of the car before slamming his door.

"I'll think about it, lazy ass."

♡ taglist: @hwasbabygirl @fairyofhueningkai @chngbnwf @tinyteezer @everyonewooeverywhere @pearbunny @mxnsxngie @starhwahwa @woosmaid @cheolliehugs @asjkdk @bintificreads @interweab

#seonghwa fanfic #seonghwa series #park seonghwa series #park seonghwa fanfic #seonghwa #ateez #park seonghwa #seonghwa x reader #park seongwa x reader #ateez fanfic #ateez scenarios #ateez series #seonghwa smut #seonghwa fluff #seonghwa angst #park seonghwa smut #park seonghwa fluff #park seonghwa angst #hwaslayer: love you in slow motion

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roeroe-world · 8 months ago

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𝕽𝖔𝖊 𝕽𝖔𝖊’𝖘 𝖂𝖔𝖗𝖑𝖉 𝕸𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙˙✧˖°📷 ༘ ⋆｡˚ (ᵘᵖᵈᵃᵗᵉᵈ)

warning(s): may contain sexual content, adult situations, use of drugs and alcohol, harsh language.

ages 18 and over highly recommended.

‶ Black chocolate girl wonder, shake ground like thunder

Politic 'til your deficit step, gimme your number ″

her. starring: method man as himself, ryan destiny as juno

her noah, his wiz. starring: method man as cassius, aka roxxie as yaya

zion. starring: nas as himself, diamond white as tangie

no way in, no way out. (belly edition) starring: nas as sincere, queen pokoo as kai

teach me. starring: devante swing as himself, elindasan as shanice

the show, the after party, the hotel. starring: devante swing as himself, lori harvey as valencia

could’ve been. starring: tupac shakur as himself, eva apio as nefertari zain

the quiet girl. (a different world edition) starring: gary dourdan as shazza zulu, normani kordei as effie woods

harlem world. (paid in full edition) starring: mekhi phifer as mitch, laparriea as astrid

could it be or could it not be? (a different world edition) starring: bumper robinson as dorian haywood, keke palmer as ruby jacobs

‶ 𝔦 𝔴𝔯𝔦𝔱𝔢 𝔪𝔬𝔳𝔦𝔢𝔰, 𝔟𝔦𝔱𝔠𝔥! ″

☽｡⋆*ੈ♡⸝⸝🪐༘⋆ ‶ Black Misses America, your name is Erica, right, true

Lazy eyeball, small feet, six shoe

Caramel complexion, breath smellin' like cinnamon ″

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naileadevoras · 9 days ago

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christmas just passed but i still have a gift for you all ! under the cut , you'll find a list of tagalog slang + sample sentences to help with writing your filipino muses . keep in mind that filipinos typically use these words / phrases during informal conversations . also , i'm mainly translating a type of slang called " conyo " which is a certain way of speaking that involves mixing the english & filipino languages . i hope this list helps you out & inspires you to play more filipino muses .

a like + reblog would be greatly appreciated ! happy holidays ♡ ︎

anuna - what's the plan? - can also be used when someone is taking too long. - you've been getting ready for 3 hours now, anuna? - anuna yung plan for this friday night? i thought we were going out.

awit - ouch + that hurts - usually used when faced with a negative situation - i just found out my crush likes somebody else, awit.

badtrip - used when someone is in a bad mood - what do you mean i failed my test? badtrip.

bes / beh - short for "best friend" - can be interchanged with "bestie" - beh, this boy tried to get my number at the bar last night, what a weirdo.

chika - gossip - omg bes, sit down right now 'cause i have so much chika to tell you!

charot / char - just kidding - usually said in a sarcastic manner - yeah i hooked up with my ex last week... charot!

dein / deins - no - used when refusing an idea or invitation. - dein, i can't go to the party tonight, i have to babysit my little brother. - deins dude, i don't have any extra money to lend you.

fambam - short for family - i can't next week, i'm travelling to italy with the fambam.

foodtrip - an eating session, like a picnic - you wanna come over to my place? we can have a foodtrip while watching netflix.

kilig - having butterflies in your stomach - blushing - i get so kilig every time i see my crush. - my girlfriend still makes me kilig even after five years together.

g! - short for "game" - can be interchanged with "yeah, i'm down" - usually used when accepting an invitation or suggestion. - you wanna go to the mall today? g. - g! let's try that new fast food place down the street.

gago - a swear word that translates to "dumbass" - used when calling someone stupid but can also be used in an exclamatory way. - ay gago! i just dropped my phone in the toilet.

lodi / lods - "idol" spelt backwards - usually used by masculine presenting individuals when referring to their other masc friends. - yo lods, are we still up for drinks tonight? - jake? oh yeah that's my lodi right there.

omsim - "mismo" spelt backwards which translates to "exactly" or "that's true" - usually used as an expression of approval - omsim! i love drinking protein shakes in the morning too.

pogi - handsome - here's a photo of my new boyfriend, he's so pogi, right?

praning - paranoid - we're not getting arrested! stop being so praning.

sana all / sanaol - used in scenarios when one is jealous. - can also be used when you're envious of someone elses achievements. - do you see that couple holding hands? sana all. - oh, she's a nepo baby? sanaol.

siszt / sis - short for sister - usually used by feminine presenting individuals when referring to their other fem friends. - can be interchanged with "bes" or "bestie" - sis, can you pick me up? i just got stood up by my date.

yaya - nanny, maid, housekeeper. - yeah that's my yaya, my mom hired her last week. - yaya! can you start making dinner for us please?

#rpt #rph #masterlist #roleplay help #indie rp #rp resources #mine

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orbweaverspidergirl · 7 days ago

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Chapter 1: but you keep fronting

summary: You, a twenty-two-college graduate, have a business degree. You have no idea how to open a business and now you think you just wasted four years of your life! You cry for days, until you remember you have rent and a whole bunch of college debt, so naturally, you open a coffee shop. Oh, and your sister died, so now you have a thirteen-year-old niece to take care of!

Act 1

A/N: Yaya is a nickname that Ria calls you in replacement of uncle or aunt.

The door to your bedroom is cracked open again.

You’re not necessarily creeped out, not anymore, at least. Your niece, Ria, has been coming in the middle of the night to sleep in your room. You don’t know why she doesn’t ask, but you just think maybe it’s teenage embarrassment, or the fact that she just lost her parents, and she feels, no doubt, extremely lonely. It’s one of the picks, and you think you’d rather deal with the first.

You feel her shuffle around on your bed and you see drool on her face when she turns to you. You smile and shake her awake. “Ria–” You drag out her name, and she opens her eyes, glowering at you. You snort and sit up, legs off the bed.

“How are you such a morning person?” She glances at the clock and groans, “Yaya, it’s only six...” You stifle a chuckle.

“Yeah, and you have school, and I have work.” You get up from the bed, smiling. “C’mon, we don’t have all day!”

“Ughhh…” She slides off the bed and is sluggish in getting up. Her pajamas have Hello Kitty head’s all over them and for a moment you’re reminded of how young she is. God, you remember how much you hated school. You shudder at the memory, and your mouth pulls into a frown. She finally walks out of your room, and you lock the door behind you. You put on some overalls with a white top under.

When you walk out of the room, Ria is already dressed in her uniform for Gotham academy. She has a red headband on, and you can’t help but think your niece is the cutest in the world. She’s eating a bowl of cereal, Coco Puffs, and casually scrolling on her phone. “Hey Yaya, there’s this boy in my class that I think is cute.” She finally looks up at you, head tilted in her hands.

“What’s his name?” You ask, pouring you a bowl of Coco Puffs.

“Damian. He’s kinda mean, but I think he’s just faking it.” Your eyebrows go up and you let out a surprised ‘hmm.’

“Last name?”

“Uhhhhh, Wayne, I think. Why?” You shove a mouthful of the sweet, chocolatey goodness in your mouth.

“Ria, the Wayne family is like what keeps this city running. They are loaddedd.” You drag out the d’s, so she really gets your point. “Marry him when you’re older so we can be rich.” You point your spoon at her.

“Yaya! You can’t say that!” She exclaims, finishing her bowl, and you laugh.

“I’m kidding, obviously. But on a serious note, don’t let him treat you like sh-” you stumble over your words, “trash because he’s loaded.” She nods, not noticing your slip up. Thank God, you’re not trying to teach her cussing 101.

“Okay! Let’s get ready to go. You have your bag?” She nods and you grab your wallet and phone.

The drive to her school is uneventful as she talks about teenage bullshit that doesn’t even make sense. “Wait, so you’re saying that Kinsley kissed Brain and now Katelyn, his girlfriend, is mad at you because you didn’t tell her?”

She jumps up in the seat in annoyance. “Yes!! But I was telling her that I had no idea they were kissing! And she doesn’t believe me, like at all!!”

“Yikes. Friends, huh?” You ask, and you let out a small chuckle when she nods. You both pull up to the school and she opens the door, unbuckling herself sloppily when she sees Damian.

She opens the door, turning her head at you, like she forgot something. “Yaya, have a good opening day! I’ll come by after school with Damian, probably!” You shoo her away from the door.

“Okay, okay! Now go, I’m holding up the cars behind me!” She runs off, screaming an ‘I love you!’ and you smile under your breath.

Love you too, kid.

When you open your car door, the cool breeze immediately blows into your face. You see your best friend, Sasha, standing in front of the cafe. “Dude, hurry up, I’m practically freezing my tits off!” She yells, rubbing her arms up and down.

“You pull out your keys from your wallet and glance at her. “Not my fault you didn’t bring a jacket.” You open the door, and she thrusts in the building. You giggle and close the door.

She looks at you and smiles wholly. “I’m glad to see you laughing again.” She says, softly.

You look away from her and put your things down on the barstool. “Well, y’know. The world moves on, and I have a kid now. I have to be strong for her.”

She hugs from behind, head on your shoulder, “I know, but you’re doing good.” You both grin at each other. “Now! Time to open up the damn shop.” She yells, and you roll your eyes.

“I’m so glad we prepped yesterday,” you mumble. You turn the lights on, and she props open the front door. “Hey, will you go and post us as online on the website?”

“Yeah!”

The day goes on and customers storm in and out. You thought you’d feel more nervous, but in all honesty, it was a good opening. Sasha had to leave a little early before closing, but you didn’t mind. It got less packed as the day went on, so you really just sat around on your phone for the most part.

You were worried, however. Ria should have showed up by name, and she wasn’t responding to any of your messages or calls. You were tempted to drive up to the school. You sigh, and close up shop, keys in hand.

“No, Yaya, wait!” You see her running down the street with Damian in tow, and someone else. You squint your eyes at the man behind the children, and you realize it’s Dick Grayson. You feel your jaw drop and you open the door for the three of them.

Dick gives you an apologetic smile and Damian just looks at Ria. Once all four of you are in the coffee shop you put your hand on your hips. “Now Ria. We will be speaking about this later.”

She looks away, embarrassed, “Yes, Yaya.” It serves her right to be embarrassed, she scared the crap out of you! You exhale and pat her head.

You look at the other two and forcefully smile. “Thank you for bringing her to me, I was starting to worry.”

Dick gives a charming smile, and you think you feel your heart beat out of your chest. “It was no problem. Rianna wanted to bring Damian here, but I didn’t want them to be alone in the dark.”

Damian crosses his arms, “Tt, it would have been no issue, Grayson. I could have properly taken care of myself and Ria.” How stoic, you think. And you snort, bringing the attention back to you.

“Well, I appreciate it. If y'all want I can make you something to drink? It is a coffee shop.” You go behind the bar and stand, waiting for them to answer. You glance at Ria, and she nods.

“Can you make me a caramel Frappuccino with whip cream, Yaya?” You start the machine and look at the other two. Damian sits beside Ria, but Dick continues to stand leaning on the counter, smiling. You can’t tell if he’s going to flirt with you or not.

“You two?”

“Black coffee.” Damian declares, and you glance at the kid. This dude is weird.

“I’ll take what Rianna is having, please. Thank you, beautiful.” You feel yourself go warm and look away from the three in embarrassment. By the time their coffees are ready, Ria is yapping about God knows what. You’d pay more attention if you didn’t feel the occasional look from Mr.Charming over there.

Somehow, the two kids end up seats away, and it’s just you and Dick. You side-eye Ria, you know this is her doing. You feel the need to thank him once more, so you do. “Again, thank you. I was starting to get worried about her.”

His face softens and his smile is reassuring. “I get it. I’m the same way with Dami, but uh. I was wondering if I could get your number.” Your face must look shocked because he stumbles on his words. “I mean, the two seem to like each other a lot, so! I thought it’d be good to have each other’s numbers, so this doesn’t happen again.”

It does make sense to have his number. If they were to frequent your shop often after school, or if they wanted to hang out, it was good to know where they were or who they were with. “Um, yeah, no that makes sense. Here.” You slide him your phone and he types in your contact.

“Do you need a ride home?” You ask the man. He was running here after all.

He looks sheepish, but nods. “Yeah. The person who usually picks us up is taking the day off.” Damn, he has a personal driver and everything. No shame, you think.

“Alright, just make sure to give me your address.” You grab your phone and wallet. “Ria, Damian, I’ll be taking you and your brother home, so c’mon.” You go to open the door, but Dick does it for you, and his smile makes you glance away nervously. You couldn’t wait to tell Sasha about this.

#orbweaverspidergirl #orbweaverwrites #dc universe #dick grayson #dc oc #dick grayson x reader #nightwing #nightwing x reader #dc #damian wayne #robin #damian x platonic reader #robin x platonic reader #seriesoforbweaver #the coffee shop series

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knizuu · 6 months ago

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�� INTRO POST !! 💠

Never forget your daily clicks! +this

Heya hiya! I’m Knizuu [you can also call me Naz(rafer)], a Peruvian-American artist!✨ I’m a minor, so please respect the general boundaries around that.🫧 I’m an Aroace fellow! [Who prefers he/him pronouns please!]🌸 Birthday is December 30th, yay!🎉 Once I find more ways to describe myself, I’ll shake things up here!📀 +If I do anything offensive, please do inform me ^ ^’

I may be heavily mis-understandable… [So best to keep the tone tags in mind as I use them heavily.]

IF YA WANT-I do have other fun names: Randall, Snakes, Crunchy, Riku, Apiary, Roach, and Veffon!

SPECIAL INTERESTS!? Why YES! I mainly love Sonic, Godzilla, Dog Man, and I cherish a lot more! [And trust me, I love a LOT of things!]🦐

Oh yea I love marine life! [Idk why-just get used to the lobster talk lmao!]

And when it comes to a DNI list-I’ll simplify it to-I will just sort out limits when it comes to anyone that makes me uncomfortable.

LINKS!!

ART FIGHT!! [Exited for this year!]

Toyhouse [It’s just my goobers all…goobering around]

Scratch [DUDE I’M LIKE 4 YEARS OLD ON THERE-]

TikTok [Cough I get scarce there sometimes </33]

Pinterest [There’s nothing special ‘ere, dang!/silly]

Wattpad [It’s just for my Dog Man AU cough]

Strawpage [It's very purple hehe :3!! I love purple-]

Youtube [Mostly Dog Man related! Either way, it’s just for fun ^ ^]

Reddit [LMAOO I forgot to share it </33]

Bluesky [Up and running! Gonna have fun there yes yes!]

// OH YEA @/im-just-a-dumb-gay is my sibling yaya :D [go follow em if you like coiugh]

#Intro post #cough i hope all this works T_T

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roomba-mangga · 4 months ago

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dunmesh modern AU headcanons & story threads masterpost (melini-centric)

also projecting my culture as a treat, hence the photos below for reference. names are changed to be appropriate to the setting but i'll just be using their canon names for most of this.

premise / background

set in the philippines, mostly around manila. part family drama teleserye, part urban fantasy monster-of-the-week shenanigans. overall mood is a blend of absurd, light-hearted, and dramatic

the melinis (merinos) are a wealthy but cursed family whose lineage can be traced back to the spanish colonial period. their patriarch, delgal, notoriously relies on the family's engkanto kasambahay/helper, thistle (lirio), to solve most of their problems, mundane or otherwise. thistle has acted as the family's guardian spirit and loyal servant for a couple generations now, but the pressure is starting to wear on him

as delgal approaches the end of his life, thistle fights to keep him alive by any means necessary (mainly via witchcraft)—all while skirting around his strained relationships with the rest of the family, particularly over matters of inheritance and his future

the other melinis aren't as fond of thistle as delgal is, especially in light of his controlling behavior, so there's a painfully real chance he could be disowned at the end of the day. on paper they'd just be dissolving his contract, but on a personal level it goes much deeper than that. things get nasty when delgal considers entrusting the inheritance to thistle instead of eodio or yaad

meanwhile, the touden siblings (ilyas and fina) are scraping to get by in the city after running away from home. laios works at the port and harbors a secret fascination with engkanto while falin is a med student. after crossing paths with the melinis and senshi, the siblings find themselves entangled in the family's personal—and supernatural—affairs

(more character and story headcanons below)

dramatis personae

thistle (lirio) — colloquially known as tinik ("thorn"), the scary little shit has garnered a fearsome reputation in the seedier parts of town, hunting down anting-antings and components at any cost. he's been shaking hands with questionable characters, eliminating rivals, the whole nine yards. 50/50 chance the dark shape emerging from an alleyway is actually him instead of a holdupper (most would prefer the holdupper). he goes through college once a generation and this time is accompanying yaad; they attend the same high-end school in manila's university belt (eyebrows frequently raised since they both look 16ish but it's waved off as them being accelerated students. or a terrific new strain of nepotism). when he isn't practicing dangerous magic or hovering over his family, thistle haunts local comshops and does urban photography

yaad — sheltered good-natured church boy, certified kuya, altar server, etc. he's cursed with perpetual youth (not immortality, just youth) and thistle drags him up mount san cristobal every year to renew the spell. it's an open secret that yaad's "cousin" (tito? yaya? satan?) is an ancient being who's been performing rituals on the family. he finds thistle overbearing yet is the only one who sympathizes with him, understanding how fucked up his position truly is while helpless to do anything about it at present. thistle takes it upon himself to chaperone him when they're out and about. they have a more-or-less functional, if teetering, relationship

eodio — head of the family but barely, because..... thistle. as a child, eodio was sickly and thistle would see to his health, but when his condition worsened, thistle resorted to cursing him in order to save his life. this brought unforeseen complications that come back to bite them both. he and thistle have the most contentious telenovela-esque relationship among the cast, as he resents being dependent on thistle to stay alive—plus the ritual to renew the spell involves eating the most heinous shit. it's all deeply undignified. there was a time delgal promised thistle he'd still be able to look after and love the next generations of his family after he's gone (that is, before his fear of death got the best of him), but the strain in thistle and eodio's relationship soured that possibility

delgal — at death's door, sorry king. delgal isn't cursed with anything beyond glamors to make him appear less sick; cheating death itself has been a long-running project of thistle's, at his request. in spite of having a brotherly relationship with thistle, delgal has never stopped viewing and treating him primarily as a yaya, which was thistle's original role when first brought into the family

laios and falin (ilyas and fina) — originally from a rich family up north, laios fled south to live independently, even if his prospects aren't great. after reuniting with falin in manila, where she's attending college in the same area as the melini boys, they settle in a barangay in calabarzon and hang out in the city. laios is deeply fascinated by the world of engkanto and seeks a way in (and further than that, he wishes to become one, if possible), while falin is seemingly content with her lot in life, even if it's spent in someone else's shadow. time will tell if that changes for her

as for the rest of the party, manong senshi is the merinos' cook. thistle found him scrounging the garden and yaad took pity, so they took him in. he's a gift to the household. izutsumi is a vagrant who likes to sneak into the melinis' garden to nap and pester yaad. they're besties. marcille (maricel) is a researcher secretly dabbling in occult magic, and thistle views her as a rival/threat. chilchak is laios' coworker and a tito. no elaboration needed. tito chil. you know it's true.

story threads

re: immortality, the most viable spell thistle is able to uncover calls for a complex engkanto feast, far beyond his capabilities. if only there were a pack of weirdos somewhere out there who could pull it off…

laios suspects the tyrant of the comshops is an engkanto in disguise and investigates. to get this persistent nuisance off his tail, thistle points him to the side of town that deals in ancient magic in hopes he'll get snatched by a tikbalang or something (who knows, maybe they've broadened their palates beyond innocent maidens lately). when laios gets there, he runs into senshi doing weird esoteric grocery runs and the two strike up a friendship over monster food. a successful project of theirs catches thistle's attention due to the aforementioned spell he's working on and, after much internal deliberation, he outsources that part of the ritual to these weirdos under close supervision

a magical mishap between marcille and thistle causes falin to be transformed into an engkanto. they discover she's able to sniff out other engkanto and has a sense for magic. now knowing such a thing is possible after all, laios continues to pursue his goal of becoming engkanto himself

shenanigans ensue in the process of acquiring + preparing + tweaking recipes for the engkanto feast. though squeamish, marcille counts herself in on this since it's relevant to her own studies, even if thistle remains wary of her. laios and senshi decide the ideal arrangement for the ritual has to be a boodle fight (look at the imagery, it's divine), but that would require the entire melini clan to be willing to feast together on monster cuisine with nothing but their bare hands, which is a tall fucking order. thistle is forced to try to make amends on their terms

the toudens wind up befriending yaad and, by some miracle, thistle. wrt the latter it comes as a shock to everyone because that boy doesn't do friends, strangers are dogshit under his heel, what the hell—but turns out treating him like a person is quite effective. thistle doesn't realize this consciously; he denies any sort of attachment beyond his family, but yaad is relieved this ill-advised project is allowing him to build a network

a figure known as the Winged Lion, rumored to be an all-powerful diwata, comes knocking at the melinis' door to collect his dues, making tempting offers to the rest of the cast to fulfill their desires at the expense of the family (down the line, marcille and laios decide to make a joint bargain with it)

in spite of his efforts, thistle's conflict with eodio escalates to a breaking point. in an extremely teleserye turn of events, eodio is killed by one of thistle's spells, and thistle's incredibly well-adjusted response to this is to preserve his corpse, stick his soul in a jar in the form of a moth, and add necromancy onto his sorcerous TDL. he winds up carrying this jar around and dedicates significant effort to keeping the moth alive. yaad is super going through it

Holy Week vacation arc feat. beach episode where, after an extended period of family drama, thistle and yaad forgo vacationing with the family to hop on a flight with the toudens and manong senshi to rural mindanao. they touch grass. yaad discloses his personal feelings on the mess and lets himself get a little mad. eodio's jar is there. the chismis back in the city is insane—everyone thinks they got disowned or kidnapped by hooligans

in another extremely teleserye turn of events, there turns out to be a connection between the toudens and the melinis which further complicates the inheritance issue

at some point a boodle fight does happen, just not between the melini clan ;)

might add more details as they come to me in other posts. much to think about, all very fun. the slice of life scenarios have me in a chokehold

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vanillaxoshi · 7 months ago

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Hear me out: yaya being the only one to think cahaya is ace, wonders what the heck Ying is doing and after she finds out Ying is being a wingwoman for Fang decided right then and there that she was gonna get these 2 nerds together (Y&Y are now in a deadly competition on getting "successful wingwoman" title)

Yaya: "haya i know you're an ace in the hole but you gotta get matching promise rings with Fang, its what bestfriends do"

Cahaya: "I'm a wha-??"

Yaya *shaking him violently with her powers*: "I'M ON A TIME CRUNCH OVER HERE, get those rings before Ying decides to chuck a table and a bunch of roses at you both"

Cahaya: "why would Ying even do that..?"

Yaya: "TO PROVE A POINT"

#xoshi asks #xoshi answers #boboiboy #solfang #yaya stop your scaring the man

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cheshirecatuniverse · 1 year ago

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I'll Crawl Home to You (Cobra)

Cobra (Hino Junpei) x Reader

Song: Cool People - Chloe x Halle

Summary: Cobra is haunted by the past and swarmed by the worries of the future. He remembers what has happened and the lives before his own. One thing is certain in every lifetime, he doesn't want to lose you.

WC: 2k

Notes: my works can be gorey, violent, and other mature themes! im fully recovered from my ear infection yaya - sorry this took so long 💔 inception reference if you find it. yes this is hozier coded. NOT EDITED IM SORRY.

When it gets too quiet, Cobra starts to remember. It can come in waves, but each and every feeling is just as strong as the next. It reaches to every nerve of his body, completely enveloping from his soul to his fingertips.

Then, things start to change. He can feel his hands get cold, then almost frozen. Snowflakes slowly descend on the tips of his ears and hair.

When Cobra opens his eyes he's surrounded by abandoned buildings, there are echoes of things he can't understand. Voices of children laughing, men in pain, or animals crying out in the night. Wood snapping, glass shattering, or metal creaking. Whatever it was, it was all forgotten to the world.

Cobra began to walk, his feet carrying him somewhere based on instinct. He stopped at an open space, when he did he realized he couldn't remember how he came to be here. Cobra saw in the distance a figure on the ground and he walked over to it.

The snow disguised his grey hair, blanketed in white for eternity. Even with discolored eyes and lips, Smokey was distinguishable. Cobra hated the fact his eyes were wide open.

Smokey fought bravely, and Smokey died.

Still, no matter how much chaos and blood that entered their lives he couldn't stand to look at the corpse.The familiar feeling bubbling in himself, the only other time it appeared was when he saw Tatsuya on that cold metal table. The day he realized what made any of this worth it, and that no one was safe.

Cobra crouched, reached over to Smokey and shut his eyes. It was a horrible reminder of that this was inevitable. While Cobra thought he had learned that from Tatsuya, Smokey made him see that he still didn't completely get it. Cobra let his ally rest, he deserved it. But Cobra couldn't, not when he had people waiting for him.

Cobra saw you, a strained smile with beautiful eyes. The images of you in his mind made him jerk up from the ground.

Pain, Cobra was in pain.

Even without any promises made to you, he felt his heart sink. He remembered the only voicemail you left that day. Your voice wavering and strained, Cobra could hear the silent tears. His own eyes stinging while he stood at Smokey's grave.

That was the most fear Cobra had ever felt in his entire life. Not when Noboru had a gun pointed at him or when he was ready to suffocate in cement.

The quiet grief around the grave, while he stood back with his phone pressed against his ear. As he listened to your words, completely alone.

Without Smokey, without Tatsuya, without Sannoh, without you.

As Cobra was shaking, he screwed his eyes shut and he let the cold air in.

But his hands no longer had his frozen phone and felt something soft under his fingers.

The warmth in his body rose, much more comfortable in his skin. He felt something tickle his face.

Cobra sneezed, and after he opened his eyes to a warm blue sky. Tall grass gently moved in the wind with tree branches that loomed above him. Cobra pushed himself up, palms pressed against the cold soil and grass.

When he sat up he heard a small fit of laughter, hidden well enough that he thought he imagined it. But you peeked your eyes out, the bottom half of your face hidden behind his shoulder. You seemed to laugh again at the look on his face and shuffled over him.

Straddled over his lap, you smiled. Now Cobra could completely process it was you. He cupped your face, hypnotized in your eyes.

"Hi," He breathed, feeling the fresh air give him an odd sense of security.

"Caught you," You kissed him briefly. The feeling bringing a warmth in chest back he didn't know he lost. A fever that he was so eager to feel again. "I think you wanted me to find you."

"I always want you with me," Cobra quietly told you. He felt his anxieties melt away.

As you lifted yourself up, he noticed you were in an unfamiliar white dress. You were also barefoot, not something he'd imagined you'd be in the dirt. The bright sun completely shined over you as you left the shade the trees gave. You basked in light, head tilted up with your eyes closed.

Cobra scrambled up, trying to pace himself over to you. But you both knew the eagerness in his touch, he glowed at the feeling of running his hands against your hair.

"Do me a favor?" You asked and tucked your head in the crook of his neck.

"What is it?"

You hummed, taking your time, "Hold me."

Cobra immediately did, all sense of confusion was gone. You were here, humming in a state of tranquility. It felt as normal as the sound of the leaves and the birds chirping. Even standing, he could have fallen asleep like this.

But the hums stopped, and your voice cracked. "Just hold me."

The rustling of a thousand leaves sounded louder, deeper, until he started to hear water. Cobra heard the chittering of birds turn to cries. He couldn't feel the long grass swaying against his lower legs anymore.

Cobra looked up, seagulls flying high above. The strong smell of salt and humidity filled his senses. The ground rocking under his feet, and your shivering body with him. The ragged and loose clothes on you made Cobra look at his own, which were the same.

Your nails were on the verge of cutting his skin. Cobra moved his hands over yours and grimaced. It wasn't because of the pain.

"I'm sorry," He told you, "I got you dragged into this."

"Do you love me?" You asked.

His mouth hung open at that, "Yes. Yes."

You looked down at the ground, smiling. The deep crescents on his skin were gently touched by your calmer hands.

Cobra peered over the edge of the boat, watching the water break against the hull. The sun was beating down on him, reminding him of what he had to do. Even in the burning heat, he didn't want to think about himself.

You were lingering back, looking at the horizon.

"Downwards is…" You whispered.

Cobra turned around, "What?"

Again, your hand gripped into his arm. A look of complete panic took over your features. Cobra shook his head in confusion, his stomach dropping for reasons he couldn't understand.

He couldn't feel the floor under his feet. Only when he sank under the ocean did he realize he was falling. Deep, into the bottomless ocean, where his ears pounded loudly and saltwater began to fill his lungs. But only when Cobra couldn't feel you with him was when he began to struggle against the water.

Where were you? Where were you? Cobra wanted to scream. He couldn't lose another person. He couldn't lose you. There was no point of any of it if he couldn't come back to you.

Through blurred eyes, Cobra saw your figure drifting way below. With no hesitation, he pushed his body down. He swam as fast as he could, the pounding in his ears getting louder. Cobra would never let you reach the bottom of the abyss.

When the shadows started to darken over you, it was Cobra who brought you to the light. He had an arm around your torso and with all of his will he pushed to the surface.

He gasped for air and with his arm around you, he couldn't tell if you were awake. Cobra moved his arm against you, trying to see if you would respond. The waves crashing against the both of you made the struggle worse. He had to get you to shore before the sea would overcome you two.

Cobra couldn't even notice the way he could see his breath, puffs visible in the air. The water dripping from his hair was freezing. It didn't even matter, he needed to get you to safety.

With every ounce of his power and will, he swam to a shore he saw from the distance. Every second was torture, not knowing whether he was dragging your corpse or your unconscious self.

Cobra gritted his teeth at the aching thoughts swarming his mind. When he pushed your body up the rocky shore, he lurched up after you.

His heart shattered at the sight of your closed eyes.

Cobra called your name, again and again. He grabbed your shoulder, shaking you roughly in panic. Slowly, he felt himself struggling to breathe. Much more painful than being in the water.

Then, you arched up. You coughed up seawater on his shirt. Cobra choked on a sob, you were here. You were here with him, you hadn't left him. He held you close while you slowly opened your eyes.

The sky was a dark red, as trees and mountains burned. Still, the air was cold and your drench clothes were freezing.

"Downwards," You mumbled, "is the only way forwards."

Cobra cupped your face with his hands. He shook his head, "Just look at me. Keep your eyes on me."

The world burned and burned. But he held you in his arms.

Cobra gasped for air when he opened his eyes. His heaving chest controlled immediately when felt you on the bed, beside him as always. In the dark, he could see your locs of hair splayed around the pillowcases. The loosely fitted t-shirt and shorts on you, he recognized.

Carefully, he sat up and moved to the edge of the bed. The sound of the electric fan moving from left to right reminded him of where he was.

You were a light sleeper though, it was almost impossible for you not to feel the dip in the bed. The sight of Cobra's back made you pout, only visible because of the streetlight that poured from the window.

You reached for his arm and tugged a few times. The sound of him sighing made you smile, especially when he shuffled back into the thin covers.

Cobra faced you, close enough to feel you breathing. Close enough to press his lips onto yours. You hummed happily against the kiss. When you broke the kiss you could see his eyes in the darkness. Even in the middle of the night, you could tell the tension in his shoulders and the stiffness in his body.

"Did you have that dream again?" You whispered, running your fingers over his lips.

"Dreams," Cobra corrected, but he more muttered it to himself.

"They're just dreams."

"Something always happens." You both knew he wasn't talking about the dreams.

"So?" You ask.

"So? I'm tired of people getting hurt." Cobra turned his body and faced the ceiling.

"Junpei. Look at me. No, Look at me," Your hands on his jaw making him face you.

"Life is gonna hurt," Your voice raspy and groggy with sleep, "You know that and I'm not gonna pretend to know the pain in your life. But no matter what, you're not alone Junpei."

"When you come home, I'll be here." Your face dropped for a moment, "But. Just come home, okay?"

Cobra nodded, of course he could do that. He could do that for the rest of his life.

"I love you. I love you so much," He kissed your forehead. "In this life and the next."

You looked at him and squinted, "Don't even think about proposing at 4am on the sweatiest day of my life. I'll break up with you."

Cobra, full of laughter, pulled you over his body. While you drowsily swatted his chest, he tightened his arms around you.

He hated how long it took him to realize how much wounds you have healed and how much life you could give him.

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