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Character references for the undateables
I love all the little details!!
Sharing these because knowledge should be #free and #available to #everyone
#obey me#obey me nightbringer#obey me thirteen#obey me raphael#obey me mephistopheles#I admit that I didn't notice that raphael was wearing a crown thing 🥲🥲 I feel like a fake fan#love Thirteen Skirt-Short... soo cool#also the tattoo reference... so cool I love her tattooo#I have shaky hands... sorry... aah 🥲🥲#anyways I was going to upload these yesterday but I have been busy lately 🥲🥲#i have the unedited photos if anyone wants them idk... or anything else from the artbooks. you can ask#I have all pf them and they never provided a sneak peak so you could made your mind... a shame tbh#also a shame they didn't translate the notes... smiling mephi is his honest reaction to seeing his younger brother :''))#post0400
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God vi is massive compared to jinx
#arcane#vi arcane#arcane vi#jinx arcane#arcane jinx#love that jinx n i are the same size also#good reference point#love knowing vi could crush me#her aaaarms????#her big aah apple head#i love her
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el novio del novio de ella es el novio de ella también
#shepfreemance#gordon freeman#alyx vance#adrian shephard#half life#my art#intentionally weird perspective#and yes im referring to a certain song by type 0 negative in the description#aah chucha el gordo la aliks y el adriancito pololeando ajajajajaj
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Holy damn Harry is a stand user
#honestly holy fuck hi Brandon#goofy aah animation#jojo reference#gungrave#gungrave gore#палії трави#brandon heat#Harry macdowell
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#no one can stop me from (only where it makes sense & would be safe irl ofc) weaving a few sneaky DA plant stuff references into#or straightup writing about/analyzing DA stuff in my coursework on medicinal plants and plants in culture/thru time!!! hhh#( • ̀ω•́ )✧#me and my basket full of 'weeds' are like#aah#i see you are a man of culture as well#mj and the world#gpoy#dragon age#bioware#video games
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Fake anime screenshots with Olive & Ambrose!!!! :3 i'm pretty happy with them
(he/him for both characters)
#my art#oc art#digital art#trans artist#oc artist#fake anime screenshot#they're so sweet aah..#i just love them so much#“trust me okay?” DONT TRUST HIM#oh they really are. very cute.#im normal about them#normal!!!!#i just mixed a bunch of references for the style btw#i looked at some romance anime and uuh i just tried#Olive#Ambrose
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least insane time wraper:
(fan lore of trainers arena and PLA AU)
(also please someone do Interface but with the subway Master twins and I can finally riposa in Pace)
#Subway masters#fan lore#Trainers Arena#Please someone do Interface but with Ingo and emmet#I suppose that interface would be popular in the MAD(parody) community if interface wouldn't be lost media#Elfforest#Rhine#Zelda looking aah#Garfield reference!1!1!1!#Garfield#fanart#artists on tumblr
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Hi tumblr I hope you'll like my OCs like you like my Miku (and by that I mean. A nice amount ,)
Made those for artfight so they're still watermarked like crazy so dont mind that !
((If you saw this tge first time, you probably didn't))
#qwx ocs#qwx draws#my art#artists on tumblr#original#oc#oc art#reference sheet#oc reference#character art#jester oc#witch oc#royal oc#oc posting on main aah ‼️‼️
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watching sketchbook tours makes me so sad because its not even like im watching things that have very curated pretty drawings in sketchbooks instead of messy stuff- its just. they have color in them, like they use paint and markers and washi tape and stickers and it makes me soo jealous because i love color i love using different colors and mediums and making a big mess and i wanna do what these people do too but i cant because i dont ever have this stuff with me when i use my sketchbook :( nor do i have the time to play with materials when im just doodling in class and im sooo upset
#i have a couple markers with me and i use colored pencils to sketch sometimes but i just rarely have the time to do more#my sketchbooks recently have just been bothering me sjgsjevw#im at that point where i never know what to draw so i wanted to try and focus on anatomy but thats the kind of thing you cant#really practice in class.. especially since i still need to study from references and so im always just forced to do little doodles i dont#like at all instead of any practice and aah it's horrible!! its not like i have much free time at school but the breaks i take to relax and#draw or something are just so unfulfilling now it makes me sad#this is why i just wanna stay home all the time man! id be comfortable while i do work and also all my stuff is here aaaa
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Hmm~
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I think I have an idea where did it go. lol
#science also for me. used to be my favorite subject. good choice Tsu! and of course you're too far away from being a coward. <3#aah... have to say. the letter used for you. “N”... is my favorite letter. happy to see it used to refer to an amazing boy I love & admire
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Sharing is caring! Your pancreas is mine!
#Yeah I know I'm so goofy aah making a garten of banban reference#garten of banban#I'm silly#This is a joke
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I need to set something on fire desperately
#O_o#LET ME OUTTTTT#trying to find a reference for art and. hrrgh. AUGHHHHH. why was the plot LIKE THAT. WHY DID I DO THAT#Also I am so so sorry I’m trying to get back into art asap#and. AAAAAAH AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH#vent#???#edit#opened another message but. only read a split second before closing it#uh. uhhhhhh sure I’ll be open for requests I guess but I need to finish three things first#let’s call this the uhhhh nighttime breakdown I guess let me out let me out#:c#AUGH. AUGHHHHHHHHH I HATE CHRISTMAS#AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH#AAAAAAAH. AAH#UNRELATED SPEAKING OF#that freaking thing of is this my own interest I projected onto an oc or did I gain it because of the oc#I guess I like horses like uhhhh liam (desert fox). they’re cool.#every time I see a horse art piece I want to buy it for the bit (or is it a genuine interest?? who knows!!)#also I am so so so sorry to my new followers. Hello.#Back to regularly scheduled (joking about that) doc having a fit on the dash
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Shhhhh… don’t tell him, but I miss him.
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Boxer Sukuna who is not only renowned for his countless victories but also for his position on the student council, and his surprisingly above average grades and his absolutely delectable looks and physique.
Boxer Sukuna who is known across the campus for being an absolute blood sniffing hound both on and off the ring. Intimidating everyone in his vicinity, being friends with only enough people one can count on their fingers.
Boxer Sukuna who usually doesn’t get attached to anyone, he never has and he never will, he claims, until he gets referred to you, the cute second year med student doing her residency in the campus funded hospital for his after match treatment.
Boxer Sukuna who doesn’t really care about you initially, he keeps his gaze pinned ahead as you bandage his wounds and suggest him medication to speed up the healing process, same old, same old, in your honeyed voice that strikes his eardrums in the best ways possible.
Boxer Sukuna who’s interest is piqued when he realises you don’t actually know who he is because of how detached the medical school is from the regular one, focusing only on their academics with almost no co-curriculars.
Boxer Sukuna who starts noticing how you don’t actually care about him the way he’s used to being cared about. With girls fawning over him, ‘oohs’ and ‘aahs’ echoing across the corridors as he strides to his class with shoulders pulled back. No, you don’t spare him a glance longer than necessary, you only tend to his wounds, write him a prescription and bid him a farewell, all methodical.
Boxer Sukuna who eventually starts looking forward to seeing you, to the point he starts intentionally taking some hits during practice matches so he can end up in your infirmary where you tend to him.
Boxer Sukuna who realises how beautiful you are when he makes a crude attempt at cracking a joke which isn’t really as funny on tongue as it was in his mind, but your lips quirk up ever so slightly and your eyes crinkle around the corners, momentarily, he sees them glitter and he cannot comprehend how you can look so pretty in doing such a mundane task.
Boxer Sukuna who is glad you don’t know much about him because he has a notoriously bad image around campus despite his feats and he knows it can potentially scare you away.
Boxer Sukuna who struggles to come in terms with his feelings for you because he had always seen love as a useless thing but now he is contradicting his own self, harbouring these feelings for you.
Boxer Sukuna who’s chest grows warm when you worry over him for the first time, talking about how he needs to start looking after himself because his scarring is worsening on his bicep, it is unlike you, and it leaves him feeling jittery.
Boxer Sukuna who decides he’s gonna try to start courting you, even if its an act he is deeply unfamiliar with, because these feelings are becoming too much for him to deal with and he needs to do something to alleviate them (hopefully)
#sukuna#jjk#jjk x reader#jujutsu kaisen#jjk smau#smau#sukuna x reader#sukuna ryomen#jujustsu kaisen x reader#sukuna x you#sukuna x y/n
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Aah The Latest chapter of "Of Saints and Sinners" made by @morningstarwrites is wonderful @_@ Can't wait for more heheh ( I totally wasn't refreshing ao3 for like an hour to read it or smth...)
Also first time drawing kiss...>.> It's hard without good reference (ESPECIALLY CUZ LUCIFER DOESN'T HAVE A NOSE)
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friends with benefits a roommate (p. sh)
★ summary: after hooking up with mingi, you wake up the next morning and share a coffee with his attractive roommate seonghwa. a one night stand suddenly turns into a recurring thing—is the sex with mingi really that great? or are the mornings after with the roommate even better? ★ pairing: seonghwa x f!reader (ft. mingi) ★ genre: fluff ★ word count: 3.2k ★ tags/warnings: consultant!seonghwa, grad student!reader, fem!reader, grad student/best friend!mingi, references to sex but no descriptions, references to drinking, corporate grind woes, intentionally lowercase ★ notes: beta'd by the bestie @starhwas-bunny. also this is my first time posting :') ★ masterlist
like most grad students, you like to work hard, play hard.
which is why you’re at the dingiest bar on campus with your cohort, drunk out of your mind and grinding against your friend mingi to some doja cat song. and once it ends, you tug on mingi’s arm to presumably get more drinks, but instead drag him to the hallway near the bathrooms and stand on your tiptoes to slot your lips over his.
(thankfully, he reciprocates.)
and so, stumbling and giggling, the two of you call an uber back to mingi’s place.
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the first thing seonghwa notices about you are your legs.
after all, how could he not? when all that’s there to cover them is the frayed hem of mingi’s ratty old high school football shirt. and you’re not shy about it—the fact that you’re walking around the apartment in nothing but a shirt that barely reaches the tops of your thighs.
the second thing seonghwa notices about you are your eyes.
surprisingly big and round for so early in the morning, and the fact that they’re trained straight on him.
“‘morning,” he says casually.
“good morning!” you reply, seemingly cheered by his acknowledgement. you scamper to the barstools on the other side of the large kitchen island and plop down on one. “i’m y/n.”
seonghwa is a little surprised at the introduction. he’s used to mingi bringing home girls often after living with him all through college until now, but he’s not used to interacting with them beyond catching a flash of their hair as they make a hasty exit.
the name is also unique, yet familiar.
“oh,” seonghwa says. “mingi’s mentioned you before. you’re in his cohort, right?”
“yup,” you say, popping the p at the end. “we’re besties.”
seonghwa hums, and then realizes he hasn’t introduced himself. “i’m seonghwa. you want some coffee?”
“yes, please,” you say.
“an iced latte okay?”
“um—yeah…?”
seonghwa can hear the apprehension on your tongue. the unsaid question—can he make a latte?
it’s silent for a little while as seonghwa flits around the kitchen, fetching the bag of fresh guatemalan coffee beans he’d picked up only yesterday and meticulously grinding them down into a powder. he presses it in the portafilter and then locks that into place in the group head of his shiny chrome silver espresso machine. it’s a relatively new purchase—or investment, as he likes to call it.
mingi had been wary about the whole thing—understandably so, since buying an espresso machine on a grad student budget is frivolous to say the least—so seonghwa had paid for it. they’d reached a mutual agreement that while the machine belongs entirely to seonghwa, mingi can pay for the beans to earn his share of the coffee it produced.
regardless, the espresso machine is an immediate hit with you, who oohs and aahs as the machine whirs and espresso drips out into two small porcelain cups.
“so fancy,” you say dreamily.
smiling, seonghwa opens the fridge. “milk?”
“do you have oat?” you ask.
“of course,” seonghwa says, pulling out the carton.
with practiced hands, he pours the oat milk into a metal cup and then takes it over to the milk frother attachment. afterwards, he portions the frothed milk into two glasses filled with ice, before topping them off with the espresso shots. from a drawer, he retrieves two glass straws and then slides the finished drink over the counter to an awed you.
“it’s like a personal coffeeshop!” you squeal. “hold on, i have to take a picture!”
you dash back into mingi’s room, and for a second the spell is broken. seonghwa remembers that you’d come home last night with mingi—that you’d presumably had mind-blowing sex with mingi, that you slept over in mingi’s bed.
when you return to the kitchen, seonghwa has already swirled his drink together and sips on it a little impatiently. you beam as you take a photo of yours, before following his lead. when you take a sip, your eyes brighten and widen and suddenly, seonghwa is back into it.
back into you.
“omygod!” you say.
“nice, right?” seonghwa says.
“delicious,” you moan. “what beans did you use?”
“oh,” seonghwa says, unable to hide the surprise in his voice at your curiosity. “it’s a new guatemalan blend. i know a guy.” he hands the bag over to you so that you can read the description on the sticker.
you laugh. “‘i know a guy,’” you mimic. “are we talking about drugs?”
“might as well be,” seonghwa says. “i definitely have a caffeine addiction.”
“that’s okay,” you say. “so do i.” you say it conspiratorially, and seonghwa likes the theatrics.
he likes you.
seonghwa’s current project at work has him traveling to utah during the week, and while he loves mingi, coming back on the weekends to a dude just doesn’t really do anything for him. and seonghwa’s been so busy for the past two years—working 70 hours a week and commuting across the whole continent—that he’s never taken the time to consider that maybe there’s something missing.
something like—
sharing a coffee with a pretty girl on an early saturday morning.
something nice. domestic.
something that makes flying back to new york feel like coming home.
but seonghwa is shaken from his out-of-character introspection by sloppy footsteps coming from mingi’s bedroom. the man himself slogs into the kitchen, wearing only low-slung sweatpants and yawning like a heathen.
“no coffee for me?” he pouts at seonghwa.
“didn’t expect you up so early, sleeping beauty,” seonghwa says.
“fucking rude,” mingi grumbles. he turns to you, “you staying for breakfast?”
you peer suspiciously at him. “can you cook?”
“he can’t,” seonghwa says before mingi can reply. “but i can.”
the grin that you flash him is so breathtaking that he has to set his glass down.
“okay, then,” you say, clapping your hands. “i’ll stay!”
seonghwa hides his own grin by ducking into the fridge for the eggs.
over breakfast, seonghwa tells you about his glamorous (derogatory) life as a consultant, and you respond by enthusiastically explaining the research you do at the university. mingi interjects occasionally, but mostly he just scrolls through twitter on his phone.
seonghwa easily deduces that you’re close friends, but the vibe feels mostly platonic.
he wonders if last night was a one-off, or the beginning of something. if there’s any hidden unrequited feelings.
he’ll have to sus it out of mingi later, but for now, he’s content with discussing the ethical sourcing of coffee with you.
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two weeks later, after another two grueling visits to utah, seonghwa wakes up to the scent of coffee.
it’s pleasant, and then jarring, because seonghwa knows that mingi doesn’t have the patience to use the espresso machine on his own (he drinks the instant stuff when seonghwa isn’t around). seonghwa leaps out of bed, all thoughts on his precious, pristine espresso machine child.
but the scene he finds in the kitchen is very much the opposite of a catastrophe.
first he sees the afterthought of a bun. hair tossed carelessly into a topknot that bounces as you move.
and then he sees the underwear—baby pink and lacy—and the perfect, round ass sticking out of the fridge.
“oh shit,” he croaks, before clapping a hand over his eyes and spinning around.
he’s rewarded with tinkling laughter that makes his ears burn red. he could get used to that sound, but maybe under different circumstances.
“good morning!” you call.
“um, morning.” seonghwa removes the hand and opens his eyes, but doesn’t turn around quite yet.
“sorry, i would put on some pants, but i wasn’t wearing any last night,” you says. “i’m decent now, though!”
true to your word, your bottom is as covered as it can get with that godforsaken high school football shirt. seonghwa really wishes mingi would get rid of it, but he knows that making varsity is still one of mingi’s proudest accomplishments.
“sorry about that.” seonghwa has to cough to get all the words out properly. his throat hasn’t quite woken up yet (the rest of his body, though, is thrumming with adrenaline, and his brain is working overtime figuring out the morality of saving that image of your ass).
“no worries,” you say breezily. “coffee?”
having the script flipped on him—someone else offering him coffee in his own goddamn apartment—is unsettling. even more unsettling is how similar the scene unfolding is to his brief daydream of domesticity the last time he encountered you.
“you, uh, know how to use the espresso machine?” he asks stupidly. he registers belatedly how his question might sound condescending, but you seem to take it all in stride.
“i was a barista for a bit in college,” you say.
“nice,” seonghwa says, just for something to say.
“i hope it’s okay that i used it,” you say. “i just really needed some caffeine after last night.”
at seonghwa’s questioning gaze, you explain, “we went way too hard.”
“any occasion?” seonghwa says, sliding dutifully onto a barstool when he realizes that you really do know what you’re doing. you have the oat milk out on the counter, the same glasses he used last time—pre-prepped with ice—and the new bag of orange-infused coffee beans.
you hum as you froth the milk. “made it past our first thesis deadline.”
“that’s exciting,” seonghwa says.
“barely,” you sigh. “we’re just waiting around to get our asses handed to us during critiques.”
“oh, well,” says seonghwa sympathetically. “i can relate. i routinely get my ass handed to me. some internal organs too.”
it’s not his best work, but it makes you laugh, so seonghwa considers that a win. it’s been a long time since he tried charming someone, and he’s more than a little out of practice.
but he can barely mull over it as his brain finally moves past its previous mental exercise (that image of your ass is burned in his memory forever now, intentionally or not) and finds a new problem to turn over: if you’re here, in the morning, wearing mingi’s shirt, then you must have stayed the night. and if you stayed the night, then you must have—
“here! hope it’s as good as yours,” you say, passing the latte over the island to seonghwa.
the moan that he lets out is involuntary, and it makes you beam.
“what do you think of the new beans?” seonghwa asks.
“mm, it’s nice,” you say. “sweet.”
in spite of the alarms firing in his head, seonghwa ventures a: “is there full-service breakfast with the coffee?”
“ooo,” you say, “taking advantage of me while i’m the one in the kitchen, i see.”
seonghwa instantly regrets it, as he says, “oh, i was just joking. i can make—”
“oh no, mister,” you say. “you sit your ass down. i’m about to blow your mind. this girlie can do much better than eggs and toast. now, where’s the flour?”
over the next twenty minutes, seonghwa watches in awe as you prance around the kitchen, unearthing ingredients and kitchenware that seonghwa barely even knew existed in the apartment. you tsk at the state of the stovetop, manage to reorganize their poor smattering of spices, and utilize takeout chopsticks expertly as a whisk.
and at the end, you present seonghwa with a plate of fluffy pancakes and perfectly soft-scrambled eggs.
when he takes a bite, he’s transported instantly back to his childhood. to picturesque mornings, eating homemade sunday brunch with his family to the lazy twittering of birds and under the warmth of a midmorning sun.
it tugs at his chest as he drenches his pancakes in potentially expired syrup from the back of their fridge, pours hot sauce over his eggs—
a nostalgia and a fondness that he thought he lost to the corporate grind.
“how is it?” you ask.
“marry me,” seonghwa says.
and despite being more serious than he’s ever been, you laugh at him.
“the patriarchy really popped out there for a second!” you say, digging into your own pancakes.
seonghwa opens his mouth to explain that he really did mean it, but as per usual, mingi decides that now is the perfect time to ruin everything with his presence. he’s at least wearing a shirt this time when he emerges from his lair, and you pop up to throw together a plate for him.
“thanks, mommy,” mingi sighs as he slides into a barstool.
“ew,” you wrinkle your nose.
“not what you were saying last night,” says mingi, with a disgusting amount of scrambled egg shoved into his mouth.
“don’t listen to him,” you say to seonghwa, but seonghwa has already turned his attention to scrolling through the news on his phone.
“kinky,” he throws out casually, not even bothering to look up.
breakfast goes like that this time—seonghwa as the one glued to his phone, while mingi and you gripe about having to regrade midterms because of a cheating scandal.
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by the fifth time seonghwa encounters you in his kitchen on a saturday morning, you’ve fallen into a routine. seonghwa makes coffee, and you make breakfast; seonghwa makes sure to keep the fridge well-stocked as you begin making increasingly elaborate dishes, and you gift seonghwa a package of your favorite coffee blend.
you enjoy these stolen moments alone, bustling around the kitchen to the soft crackling of whatever record seonghwa chooses to play that morning. the two of you have the first few sips of coffee, first few bites of eggs, first few spoons of porridge alone, until the smell finally draws mingi out of his bed.
and then there’s three of you sitting around the dining table. it’s always pleasant, always comfortable, but it always feels like just one person too many.
sometimes it’s mingi, who is hungover or tired or grumpy; sometimes it’s you, who doesn’t like star wars or follow sports; and most of the time, it’s seonghwa, who doesn’t go to grad school, who spends most of the week, month, year in a different city—
who falls asleep alone at night.
seonghwa knows he could ask just mingi about it. are you just hooking up? is it a situationship? does mingi have feelings for you?
but he won’t, because somehow ignorance is bliss, and he’d rather live in limbo than risk a dive into hell. anyway, he’s not around enough for anything to flourish; he can barely keep the small succulent on his windowsill alive, least of all a real, adult relationship.
and eventually, you always have to leave.
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seonghwa is exhausted.
his flight had been delayed three times, and it’s already almost midnight by the time he toes off his shoes in the entryway of the apartment. his watch buzzes furiously, and seonghwa knows that it must be either mingi or you, drunkenly asking where he is. a few days ago, he’d promised that he would finally go out with you two, but he’s far too tired for those frivolities now.
instead, he shoots mingi a brief but apologetic text and hops into the shower.
what he intended to be a quick wash turns into a long one, as he lets the warm water pelt him—he’s never gotten around to fixing the abnormally aggressive water pressure of the shower head. but it feels nice now. jolts some feeling back into his system.
when he steps out of the shower, he feels clean but oddly raw. he treats himself to his favorite set of silk pajamas and decides that he has just enough energy to do some of his animal crossing daily tasks.
before he can slip into bed with his switch, he hears a series of frantic knocks on the front door.
operating under the assumption that mingi probably forgot his keys at the bar or something, seonghwa doesn’t check the peephole and just unlocks the door. he doesn’t even bother opening it before turning back towards his room.
but the thing swings open so abruptly that it bangs against the wall.
“jesus!” seonghwa says. “be careful with that—!”
except it’s not a drunk mingi standing in the threshold, it’s—
“you!” you say, pointing an accusatory finger at him. “you didn’t text me back. why didn’t you come out tonight?”
you look different tonight.
you’re wearing real clothes, for one. jeans and a top that makes your tits look great (not that seonghwa is focusing on that).
your facial features look sharper, outlined and defined by makeup that’s usually washed away by morning. and you’re angry—eyes narrowed to near slits and hands on your hips.
seonghwa sighs. “i just got back. i was too tired to go out. i told mingi that i’m sorry.”
“well you didn’t tell me sorry!” you huff, stepping into the apartment and letting the door shut harshly.
“sorry,” seonghwa says.
you square each other up just then. the smaller but furious you against the bigger but drained seonghwa.
“what are you doing here?” seonghwa finally tries. “where’s mingi?”
“last i saw, he was making out with sarah kim on the dance floor,” you say.
“oh,” seonghwa says. this must be why you are so mad. “i’m sorry.”
for the first time tonight, your anger drops just slightly. “for what?”
hesitantly, seonghwa says, “aren’t you mad?”
“well, yeah,” you say. “but not at mingi.”
and then before seonghwa can ask who exactly you’re mad at, you smack yourself in the forehead.
“oh my god, what was that for—?”
“seonghwa—do you think mingi and i are together or something?”
“well, you two have been hooking up for at least two months now,” seonghwa says.
“fuck,” you mutter, and then you round on seonghwa. “i’ve been trying to hang out with you, and we were supposed to tonight, until you bailed.”
seonghwa is so preoccupied with defending himself, that he barely picks up on the subtext of your words. “i told you—i was fucking tired! my flight was delayed, like, three—”
“the only i reason i was hooking up with mingi was to hang out with you!” you wail.
the statement is so ridiculous that all seonghwa can do is stare at you in stunned silence.
“you- what—?”
“and for the record! we never even really hooked up!” you continue.
faintly, seonghwa wonders if he’s having a heart attack. with every word that comes out your mouth, seonghwa can feel his heart rate spike dramatically. but none of this adrenaline is making its way to his brain, so his processing power is still slow.
“what are you saying?” seonghwa croaks.
your expression softens, and you take a step closer.
“i like you,” you say. “i really like spending the mornings with you, and i’d like to spend nights with you, too. but only if you—”
“yes,” seonghwa says immediately. “yes.”
the edges of your eyes crinkle as your face splits into a large grin. “so, you like me, too?”
seonghwa replies by surging forward and finally, finally kissing you.
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the next morning, seonghwa and you wake up early, but you don’t get up to make coffee or breakfast. you stay in bed for as long as you can, until you hear timid knocks on seonghwa’s door.
“guys? how do you work the espresso machine?”
#seonghwa#seonghwa x reader#park seonghwa#seonghwa fluff#seonghwa fic#ateez fic#ateez x reader#ateez imagines#[sunsh writes]#sunshineyuyu fic
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