#anyway im not sure im really more busy now im at uni

[playingonedchess]

weird how this year like basically every fiction thing ive been into has been mystery crime sort of stuff

[dystychiphxbia]

☆ - Gym crush! pt. 3

this sucked but im so busy with uni aaa

gn!reader

characters: isagi, reo, nagi

Isagi Yoichi:

this guy is new to the gym

he catches your eye, mainly because his form is horrifying at first

where did bro learn how to squat...

you try your best to help him!!

and wow he learns super fast

like...when one is new to the gym they usually progress fast but he's on another level...

you are honestly impressed

and he's so nice too??

except when he has progressed enough to attempt a pr...yeah it's the same level of focusment as when he's playing football

and he can get angry at you for bothering him

but he will always apologize afterwards and say that he just really needed to focus

he really enjoys your company...he was a blushing mess when you first approached him and he still struggles to keep his composure when your hands accidentally touch

always spots for you but first you have to teach him how to do it

definitely talks about you to his friends

they try to get him to ask you out but he always says that you are just his gym crush, no way you return his feelings (but you do)

and your thighs...he WILL be looking at them.

Mikage Reo;

now let's be real...this guy has his own personal gym for sure

but let's say one of his friends drag him to a regular gym....for plot reasons

rich boy is shocked

but you catch his attention...you are so elegant...you dont fit in with all the gym bros

now the problem is he wants to talk to you...would it be weird? can he just invite you to his gym instead?

he overthinks too much

you notice him too, he looks out of place and his gym etiquette is lacking

he forgets to rerack his weights and you immediately go remind him

"oh...im used to not having to rerack them at my own private gym...thanks for the heads up."

nah not the entitled rich boy

but you are a bit jealous...especially when you are waiting for the leg press to be free

reo hates working out in a packed gym but he just cant get you out of his mind even couple days later

his friend says you come often during the peak times and always seem pissed off about having to wait between machines...

so, he returns to the gym once more with a plan

and there you are....waiting for a free squat rack

you were quite surprised to see him...why would a rich boy with his own gym return to a regular gym during peak hours?

once you start racking your weights, reo comes up to you asking how many sets you have left

"bro. i just started. you saw me." "well lemme squeeze in between ur sets yeah?"

you dont like sharing. but the gym is packed. so you give in.

reo keeps talking to you and you realize that he's actually nice

sure he's rich and entitled and has no clue about how the life of a poor commoner is, but you enjoy talking with him

and the way he throws in a few flirts, and makes sure to compliment you...you are a goner

you end up doing your entire routine with him, getting to know him more

you can't help but notice the way he looks at you...and your body

by the end of the workout, he drops the big question

"wanna ditch this gym and workout at mine?"

he promises you can workout for free...ofc you say yes cause that means you can save money

so you save money and he gets to see you almost everyday...an ideal situation!

honestly in the end you care more about seeing reo than saving money...

Nagi Seishiro;

nah who got this man to the gym

again...let's say a friend forced him to come along...for plot reasons...

he does not want to be there

like yes he has his goals that he wants to achieve, but a packed gym is just too much

you see him occupying a machine you need for like 10 mins just being on his phone so you go up to him

he's confused but lets you have the machine, he wasn't really using it anyway

honestly he seems kinda lost

like he doesnt actually know what to do. since he was already dragged to the gym, he should do something useful but he doesn't know what

and you notice...and kinda feel bad for him...he looks like a lost puppy

so!! you help him out!!

you dont know much about football but you help him figure out what he should do at the gym to improve :)

he actually appreciates your help. and you see him come to the gym more and more

this is nagi we are talking about so it's a miracle that he actually keeps coming back

but the thing is that he really wants to see you!! you motivate him

you always smile so brightly when you see him. he just can't get enough of that smile.

everything is less of a hassle with you around!

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pairing: minho x felix (minlix)

genre: dancer!minho/artist!felix. brothers best friend troupe. college au. age gap (abt 4 years). minho pov. extremely dark themes throughout, including smut - MDNI, 18+ only.

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a/n: OKAY, SO- 💀 I HAVE AN EXPLANATION FOR THE DELAYED UPDATE!!!! 💀😔 My life has been so incredibly fucking busy lately... with working full time and doing summer uni courses full time and planning for lolla and like, the 5 other concerts im going to in the later half of this year... it's been a lot, fam. 😭 I've been under sm stress at work and from school that I've been getting really bad chest pains, but I'm trying to manage things so it's slowly getting better. But the burn out is real, people. That shit fucks you over sooo bad omg 😭 I just have no motivation to write anything at the end of the day or on the weekends because I'm so fucking tired of using my brain all week. Going to Lolla will be my first REAL vacation from work/uni in over 2 and a half years. That's acc insane to me lmao. ANYWAYS!!!! 🗣️💥 I've already written like, 2 more chapters for this fic when I was in a mania-induced rage a few weeks ago lol, so I just need to find the time/motivation to edit those within the next few weeks. And I already have big plans for the rest of the chapters in this so... I'm excited. Now I just gotta find the willpower to ACC write my ideas 😜

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 To his utter surprise, Minho decided to attend Felix’s dorm party that weekend. The final decision shocked the rest of his friends too, who had grown accustomed to his home-body spirit. Because usually, every time they asked — more like begged — him to go to parties with the three of them, he always backed out of everything. His favorite excuses were being too exhausted from dance practice or not feeling good from studying so much. 

  “I actually cannot believe you’re going to this shit,” Chris said with a laugh that night. He was sprawled across Minho’s bed, one earbud in his ear as his head bobbed up and down to a beat he was mixing on his laptop. Meanwhile, Minho was scurrying across his room, slipping on a pair of socks and making sure he looked somewhat put together. But he didn’t want to seem too desperate to fit in either, since he knew that most of the people at the party would be young freshmen and sophomores. 

  He had decided — with a little bit of Chris’ help — on a pair of black sweats, and an oversized graphic tee from one of his favorite Korean bands. It was nothing out of the ordinary for him to wear, but just ‘normal’ enough for him to fit in with the crowd that night. 

  “Honestly, I’m kinda shocked that you’re not going too,” Minho said as he hurried to slip on his Converse.

  With that, Chris looked up from his flashing computer screen with a deep frown plastered across his face. “Do you really think I want to go to a party and watch as my little brother sticks his tongue down at least ten people's throats?” 

  Minho stopped fumbling with his shoelaces and looked up at Chris with a raised eyebrow. “He’s not actually gonna do that tonight, Chris.” 

  “You obviously don’t know my brother these days… the one that’s mature— at least in his eyes, anyway,” Chris started, tapping away at his computer keyboard again and cursing under his breath for a split second. “That little boy that you grew up with is completely gone, Min.” 

  For a few beats, there was utter silence in Minho’s bedroom after Chris’ statement. Then, Minho fit his wallet into his pants pocket and unhooked his phone from his charging port. 

  “Is that why you… don’t really spend a lot of time with him ever since he got to campus?” 

  Chris threw a long roll of his eyes towards Minho, “That, and the fact that I’m a little too old and tired to be fucking around with a bunch of young kids these days.” 

  “Felix isn’t a young kid, Chris. He’s a grown adult.” 

  Sighing heavily, Chris hoisted himself up and off of Minho’s bed, patting his shoulder in a rough way as he passed Minho on the way out of the bedroom. “We’ll see if you change your opinion on that after tonight.”

  And the entire time Minho made the short trek over to the freshman’s side of campus, he couldn’t get Chris’ words out of his head. They were stuck in the depths of his brain, playing over and over again. Because there was no way that Felix would be so badly changed from the last time he had spent a night with him during their childhood. 

  Sure, Minho had noticed a slight change when they had met in the campus gardens the day before, but it wasn’t… that bad. Not like anything Chris was describing.

  Even still, Minho could feel his entire body tense up as he got closer to the freshman dormitory. He could hear his heartbeat in the corners of his ears as he knocked on Felix’s door. He could sense his palms growing cold and clammy as the loud base of music thrummed underneath his feet. 

  Almost as quickly as he had knocked, someone opened the door. He had never seen the guy before, but he had purple-dyed hair and a dazzling white smile. Reaching out to Minho’s hand, the beautiful stranger yanked him in excitedly. 

  “Holy shit- you must be the famous Minho! I’ve heard so much about you!” The guy shouted over the music, closing the door behind Minho and leading the two of them into the nearby kitchen. “I’m Jisung, by the way.” 

  Without even having time to process the chaos that was the person in front of him, Minho’s hand was grabbed by Jisung and shaken thoroughly. “Uhm- nice to meet you, Jisung…” His voice trailed off as his mind carded through the slightly slurred words that had just fallen from the purple-haired man’s lips. “What do you mean by hearing so mu—”

  “Hey, Jisung! Stop being such a fucking weirdo and let the man breathe!” Someone off to their right shouted in an exasperated tone. 

  Minho turned and noticed a dark-haired figure bent over in the shadows of the kitchen. They raised their head from the counter, rubbing their nose and sneezing violently. Slowly, Minho’s eyes registered the small bit of white substance that was left behind and laid out on the kitchen counter in a neat line. The dude was fucking snorting cocaine. Just then, Minho’s focus turned to the rest of the kitchen’s counters, which were lined with a plethora of drinks, drugs, and other shit he didn’t even have names for. A random couple was making out in the background, the girl’s ass pressing down atop the counter as the man between her legs bit violet marks into the side of her neck. 

  Turning his eyes away from the couple, he watched as the cocaine-snorter sidled up to their sides. Slinging a lazy arm around Jisung’s neck, he pulled him in for a tight hug. “You must be Minho, huh?” He asked in a long drawl, the kind you only got with copious amounts of drugs and liquor flowing through your system. 

  “Y-Yeah… Felix invited me to this last minute, but I’m starting to think maybe coming was a bad idea…” Minho said in a quiet voice that was barely decipherable over the ear-piercing rap blasting throughout the entire dorm. Feeling suddenly uncomfortable under the two strangers' gazes, he fit his hands in his pockets, eyes darting around the kitchen for the closest exit. 

  “You’re a lot cuter in person than what I always imagined,” The guy holding onto Jisung said, stumbling over a bit and making Jisung laugh heartily. The guy had soft cheekbones but razor-sharp eyes. The kind that Minho felt were piercing into him and studying his very being with each second that passed. His jet-black hair was messy atop his head and slightly curled at the ends. “I’m Seungmin, by the way. But most of these fucks around here call me Doggy.” 

  Placing a hand on Seungmin’s chest lovingly, Jisung flashed Minho a sly kind of smile. “He can get you anything you want— just say the word, pay up, and he’ll have it in your hands by the end of the week…” Jisung’s words drifted off into the chaos around them as he studied Minho. 

  Minho felt like both of the young men in front of him were sidling him up — wondering, and guessing, why someone as plain and boring as him was connected to Lee Felix in some way. Minho could feel his palms growing sweatier by the second as he gripped the suffocating fabric of his pant pockets. 

  “So— what’s your weakness?” Seungmin slurred on, eyes growing dark as his gaze traced Minho’s form up and down in the kitchen’s dim lighting. “Fet? Coke? Meth—”

  Already starting to feel sick to his stomach by the topic of conversation, Minho held his hands up in a silent plea for him to stop. “Uhm— not really into that kinda shit.” 

  “What a shame… you’d be a pretty addict, for sure.” Jisung said in a flirtatious tone, biting the corner of his lip as he studied Minho.

  Slowly, Minho could feel himself caving inward. His shoulders dropping, and heartbeat turning into a low thrum, all he wanted to do was get out of the situation he was stuck in. “How do you guys know Felix? Are you both freshman too?” 

  Jisung burst out laughing at that, reaching towards the nearby kitchen counter and pouring himself a solo cup full of vodka. “You're kidding me, right? We’ve been Felix’s homies since our high school days.” 

  “And yes, if you must know— we’re freshman’s,” Seungmin said, rolling his eyes as he grabbed the solo cup from Jisung’s hand and took a long swig of it. Much to Jisung’s displeasure. “Why? What’s it to ya?” 

  Minho shrugged nonchalantly, trying to act like the entire atmosphere around them wasn’t making him extremely uncomfortable. “I was just making friendly conversation,” and before he could let either of the guys in front of him say anything more, he decided to remove himself from the situation entirely. “Actually, I think I’m gonna go try and find Felix…” 

  As he was walking away from the kitchen, he could hear the boys snickering behind him, with Jisung shouting in slurred words, “Good luck finding him if he’s getting his dick sucked in the bathroom!” Minho could hear the two guys laughing manically in the kitchen as he made his way into the rest of the dorm. 

  Immediately upon entering the living room, he remembered just how small the freshman’s living spaces were. The entire place was jammed packed full of bodies writhing and shaking. A space in the middle of the room had been cleared for a makeshift dance floor, so couples were grinding up on each other and making out to the sultry r&b coursing throughout the entire place. Bodies filled up every seat and sofa in the vicinity. 

  The entire room was dark with the curtains closed. That added to the smoky atmosphere, as people smoked cigs, vapes, and joints everywhere that Minho looked. It was hard to see through the haziness of everything, but eventually, he spotted Felix. 

  Felix was… 

  Sitting on one of the couches, 

  Busy making out with another guy.

  And just then, Minho couldn’t even understand the exact feelings he had upon such a discovery. It was a mix of surprise, queasiness, but also… something else too, which he dared not name. 

  He shoved everything down into a firm ball in the pit of his stomach, shuffling towards a nearby table and popping himself a cold bottle of soju. Taking a long swig from the chilled rim, he gradually shuffled his way through the dance floor over to where Felix was. 

  The younger man seemed to exude a certain kind of presence… captivating at least half of the room with his aura. Felix's energy was dark and smoky and… something so mysterious and foreign to Minho, he had no idea how to navigate all of it. 

  “Felix— hi,” Minho yelled over the loud music, waving towards Felix to catch his attention. There were a few other people squished onto the sofa where he was sitting, but all of them were focused on the tv screen which was flashing with an intense game of Super Smash Bros. 

  As soon as Felix’s focus was caught, he was pulling away from the other man’s lips. In the dimness of the room, Minho distinctly caught onto the way that messy strings of saliva parted from their lips, and how Felix’s mouth was puffy and swollen from kissing all night.

  Eyes brightening and pink freckled cheeks shading just a tiny bit, Felix shot up from his spot on the couch, fumbling his way over to Minho’s side. For a split second, Minho was able to gaze at Felix’s form — at the white skort he was wearing which was so short, half of his ass was exposed, and the baby-blue crop top that rose just above his belly button. A belly ring glinted in the sultry lighting of the room, along with all of the silver earrings, rings, and necklaces that adorned Felix’s milky-white skin. 

  “M-Min, oh my god, you made it!” Felix exclaimed happily, tugging on Minho’s wrist gently and leading him over to his spot on the couch. The man that he had been making out with only seconds before shuffled to the side, allowing room for Minho to sit down. Then, he grabbed Felix’s hips and sat him down on his lap. Felix let out a tiny giggle, snuggling his ass backward and earning a grunt from the guy underneath him. “I’m so happy to see you!” 

  Minho flashed him the best smile he could muster at that moment. What with being incredibly overstimulated by everything, and the shock of meeting some of Felix’s... choice friends, and seeing his best friend’s little brother making out viscerally at a party… 

  The night definitely wasn’t turning out as he had hoped, that was for sure. 

  “I met some of your friends, they’re uhm— interesting, to say the least,” Minho laughed awkwardly, carding a few shaking fingers through his hair. “I wasn’t expecting you to be… part of such a crowd, Lix.” 

  Felix shrugged the tiniest of bits, his eyes flicking away from Minho’s and focusing on the video game some of the others were playing. “There’s a lot you don’t know about me, Minho. Things have changed since the last time we hung out.” There was a weight to his words, they felt heavy on Minho's shoulders and weighed on his heart. Even still, he tried to push away those feelings and just live in the moment, without any worries or inhibitions 

  “That’s for sure…” 

  But Minho wasn’t really paying attention to anything else that Felix was saying, if he was saying anything at all. Because he was too busy watching the guy underneath Felix draw circles against his bare skin. Fingers skirting across his skin, the guy softly massaged the soft skin of his thighs, forcing gooseflesh to erupt to the surface. 

  “This is Renjun, by the way,” Felix said, cutting through the silence between them and breaking the trance Minho had fallen into. “He’s a… friend, of sorts.” 

  Renjun turned his face away from Felix’s body, taking a long drawl of a joint that Minho hadn’t even noticed was positioned between his fingers. “Yeah, ‘cause friends definitely stick their dicks in each other’s assess… that's just what friends do, right?” Renjun let out a loud cackle, the kind that would probably make Minho burst out into laughter too, if they were in a different situation. 

  Felix gave the man underneath him a deep frown before his eyes focused back on Minho. “I mean… if you’re truly friends— anything could happen, right?” Just then, he started moving again, hips circling just a little bit atop Renjun’s lap. Almost instantly, the dark-haired man was groaning out loud and clutching onto Felix's hips for dear life. And the entire time, Felix kept his gaze locked with Minho's, practically staring right into his soul.

  Minho was keenly aware of the dry saliva he swallowed down, trying to ignore the way his heart lept just a little bit in his chest at the sight of Felix grinding down against Renjun’s lap. Trying to ignore the way his pants grew just a tiny bit tighter at the sight of Felix flashing Renjun a playful, dim smirk. 

  “Renjun, stop fucking moaning, you’re ruining the vibes right now!” A silver-haired guy who was sitting in front of Minho said. He was part of the group that was focused on the tv, playing Smash like they were in a professional tournament or some shit. “I’m Jeongin, by the way, Lee Felix’s bestie since the sixth grade.” The silvered fox said, momentarily looking away from his game and flashing Minho a smile. 

  At that, Renjun let out a low chortle. “Too bad you weren’t close enough to fuck him, eh?”

  Minho’s attention darted from Jeongin’s face back to Renjun, examining the way his raven locks were somewhat disheveled— like they had been gripped pretty hard recently. 

  Gripped hard by… Felix. 

  Felix threw his hands up into the air, seeming to admit defeat. “What is it with everyone around here wanting to fuck me?!” He exclaimed- although he didn’t seem that upset by the prospect in the first place. Instead, he grabbed ahold of the joint Renjun was smoking and took a long drag of it. Blowing the smoke up in the air around him, Felix’s slightly hooded gaze zeroed back onto Minho. “It’s not like I’m that attractive— I only get the young people to fuck me.” 

  Minho shifted in his spot on the couch, feeling that floaty, twisted snake thrum through his veins. He stared down at his strawberry-flavored soju bottle, pretending to be fascinated with the label. When in actuality, he was doing everything in his power to avoid Felix’s stare. 

  “I mean, who wouldn’t wanna fuck you? You’re cute— you’re hot, you’re fun, and you’re a damn good bottom, too.” Renjun said in a deep voice, and through the reflection of the tv screen in front of them, Minho could make out the way he leaned down and pressed a feverish kiss to Felix’s exposed neck.

  Like a train wreck that you can’t stop watching, Minho couldn’t help but turn his head to watch Felix atop Renjun again. He was still dancing across his lap, doing so with a little more fervor this time. The compliments probably fueled his fire, Minho assumed. Felix was gradually beginning to wreak of a mix of weed, liquor, and the sweet scent of floral perfume. Yet in that moment, it was all too intoxicating for Minho. 

  Turning his head slowly, Felix ruffled Renjun’s locks playfully. “Awe thanks— I feel so flattered that you find me pretty, Renjunnie~” He cooed in a gentle voice, fingers skirting across Renjun’s round cheek with a caress. 

  “Well, I’m sure Minho sure doesn’t wanna fuck you.” Jeongin deadpanned, his voice cascading down around their small group. He was still focused on the game but bent his head backward a bit. Fox-like eyes studied Minho’s face in the smokiness of the room just then. And Jeongin’s lips cracked into a wide, Cheshire grin just as he turned back to the tv. “Actually, never mind— maybe he does.” 

  The entire time, Minho had been entirely too quiet. Letting everything play out, observing and judging silently. He was probably the oldest one in that room, and he could feel the significance of his grade year and maturity weighing down on his shoulders like a 200lb barbell. 

  He took a final swig of his soju, before tossing it into a nearby trashcan. “Honestly, I’m old enough to be his brother, so no— definitely not,” Minho said in a low tone, his throat constricting a tiny bit. 

  But it was just the alcohol, it was just the liquor that was getting to him. 

  And the weed in the air and the cigarettes and every other thing floating around him. It was the loud bass thrumming through the bottoms of his feet and it was the blaring disco ball that was flashing rainbow-colored shapes on the dance floor. 

  Yes, it was all of that… 

  And none of what Felix was doing beside him, or how Felix was looking at him or- 

  “I mean, yeah— a dancer and fashion designer together?? Fucking hell, it’d never work. Aren’t dancers always too tired to even get it up in the first place?” Renjun slurred his words just a tiny bit, as the weed no doubt flooded into his system. 

  “But I bet those hips don’t lie!” Jeongin shrieked with laughter, slapping his leg in happiness at their stupid jokes. 

  So suddenly, Minho realized why he was invited to the party in the first place. 

  He wasn’t included to have a good time, or because he was missed, or because people wanted to meet him. 

  No, he was invited to be the laughing stock of everyone there… 

  Hey guys- look! A stupid ass senior shimmying his way into a freshman party, look at how stupid he looks— 

  trying to hit on the hottest guy on campus.

   And the thinks that he has a fighting fucking chance when everyone else wants — and gets to have Felix — 

  But no , definitely not him, not ever. The brother’s best friend?? Felix would never stoop so low. 

  The energy shifted between Minho and the rest of them sitting there on the couch, freezing in place as soon as he shot up from his spot on the couch. Yanking out his phone from his pants pocket, the screen flashed with the time — one in the morning. He had been acting stupid, been the night’s entertainment, for more than three hours. And just as he realized the time, he noticed the eyes on him — how half of the room was watching him, with people hiding their smiles and laughs behind palms and solo cups and joints. 

  “I have class tomorrow, I should head out.” Is the only explanation he gave, not even affording Felix or the others another glance as he pulled away from the sofa and forced his way through the shaking bodies on the dance floor. And when Jisung and Seungmin called out to him from the kitchen as he passed them by, he gave them no attention. 

  The eyes on his back, which he could feel the entire way to the door, just about killed him. He felt like he was about to suffocate, his heart racing against his ribcage, pushing and pushing, just like he had been pushed all night by everyone. 

  And Felix was no better. 

  He was no better than everyone else because he was the one who had invited him in the first place. 

  So Minho was shocked, then, when he felt a small hand grab ahold of his wrist just as he was about to step into the elevator. To take him away from such a hellhole and such a depressing prison of losers. 

  “Minho— wait, I’m sorry, okay? I didn’t mean—”

   Minho didn’t even turn around, couldn’t, in that moment. Instead, he let Felix hold onto him, let the feeling of his nimble fingers cascade through his system. Let Felix gradually move his hand until he was threading his fingers through Minho’s. 

  Just like they used to sometimes when they hung out together in their childhood. 

  When they were bored, and no one was around, and Chris was nowhere to be found and they could— 

  “It’s all my fault, I’m sorry— I was so fucking stupid for thinking—”

  “Why do you hang out with those people?” 

  Was all that Minho could manage to say, focusing his attention on the way Felix’s hand radiated warmth, how it lit up all the synapses of Minho’s body and kindled the dying fire inside of the deepest parts of him. 

  “They’re my friends, they’re not just ‘people’ to me.” 

  At that, Minho let out a dry laugh. The kind that had no humor in it and was completely sardonic. “What a great bunch of friends you got there, Lix…” 

  Minho regretted the moment he said the word, the moment he used the old nickname in such a cold, seething kind of way. Because as soon as it fell from his lips, the warm fingers wrapped around his were pulling away. 

  “I was nice enough to invite you, I was nice enough to let you into my life again— and you’ve decided to shit on it.” Minho still had his back turned on him, but he could imagine the look on Felix’s face then. If his low, venomous tone was anything to go off of. 

  Slowly, Minho turned around. He found his body moving on their own accord. And just like that, he was facing Felix again. Minho was studying his face and the way it was drained of all color. How there was nothing in his eyes then, but only heartbreak and barely-masked tears. 

  “I never asked to be let in, Felix,” Minho said, but the words came out as a whisper. Like if he spoke loud enough, someone from inside the party would hear them and come running out to take photos. Look, the campus's local desperate senior trying to coax the popular freshman into- “You know I didn’t. Not like this, never.” 

  Without even trying to, Minho could feel his body moving again. His hand reached up and caressed Felix’s cheek. Thumb smoothing across freckles and softness, brushing just underneath his long eyelashes. And for a moment, just like it was once again a dream, Felix leaned into it. Let himself go for but a mere breath, sighing into it. 

  He pressed his face a little closer to Minho’s hand, eyes fluttering shut only slightly. Cheeks heating up underneath Minho’s touch, Felix's gaze shot open again as soon as the thumb underneath his eye migrated to his mouth. Migrated to caressing his bottom lip. 

  “Don’t.” 

  Minho watched the single word escape past Felix’s lips, and instantly, the tension in the air between them broke and shattered. Like someone had taken a knife to his heart once more, tearing him apart by flesh and bone, his hand was dropping from Felix’s skin. 

  “Go back to the party so you can get fucked by Renjun.” 

  The statement was a double-edged sword, both of them knew. 

  The words registered in Felix’s mind and Minho watched as the disdain colored his energy again. Painting him in violent shades of crimson and lilac, Felix said nothing as Minho backed away and into the elevator. 

  Just before he was able to press the button inside to go down, Felix reached out and grabbed ahold of the elevator’s door. “Don’t you ever fucking come back around these parts, or I’ll-” He spit out in a wicked kind of way, the emotions swirling in his pupils. 

 “You’ll… what? Beat me up? You and I both know you’re not capable of that, Lixie…” Minho said, his tone winding around the crackling air between them. He flashed Felix one final smirk, before pushing the button to go down to the first floor. 

  The last thing he saw before the elevator doors closed was Felix’s face, the way his pretty red lips were pressed into a firm, displeased line. The way his eyes were hooded with a mix of rage and exasperation. 

  The last thing that Minho saw on Felix’s face that night was utter betrayal and contempt… 

  To be honest, it was just like the old days again… when Minho had told Felix he was leaving for university and they'd never be able to talk again...

  He had wished to travel back to their childhoods so much, 

  And like a blessing from the God’s, he had been afforded such a thing. 

  What a sweet memory to travel back to… Such sweet revenge to be gifted. 

─── ⋆⋅ ♰ ⋅⋆ ───

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[sniigura-archive]

Questions about College AU!Adam's family (sorry if it's a lot XD):

What's Adam's relationship with Sera like?

Is Adam's dad Hellaverse!God, or some other character? And what's Adam's relationship with him like?

Does Emily exist in the College AU? If so, is she Adam's aunt, or sister?

it’s not i love questions

1: hmm im not too sure yet so things might change. i wanted it to be like, that it feels more like she’s a manager than a mother. she’s very concerned with image etc so she’s very much constantly on adam’s ass. especially since she’s the unis chancellor she’s able to annoy adam on a different level since they see each other on campus and she can check his grades 😭😭 once a monthish they have dinner together but it feels like more a business affair where adam reports his status to her

2: yessss its god. his father has always been a little neglectful lmao a very hand off approach. he’s a (genetic) scientist with very skewed morals. before adam got kicked out they had a goodish relationship, as good as it can be with a guy he rarely saw. after getting kicked out it was bad. no contact from both sides. now they were able to reconnect a bit but it still can be slightly strained. but they don’t see each other a lot anyways. adam looks exactly like his father sera really said copy and paste

3: idk if i will add her in the whole family relationships gave me a headache to figure out. i think she’d be adam’s aunt. i thought about making jesus adam’s half brother to be funny but idk if i will pull through

[binch-i-might-be]

RAY hewwo i am. Planning on getting a tattoo (not now obviously but like when im in uni probably) what’s ur advice on Getting Stabbed with Ink

okay so like. first of all do your research!! if you already have a particular style in mind, find an artist who does a lot of that. look at their portfolio on instagram. see if they post healed tattoos too (if they Don't. well ask yourself why not!)

before your appointment EAT A GOOD MEAL. DRINK WOTER. tattoo artists do not enjoy when you pass out!!!! getting a tattoo is super upsetting to The Body because it's basically inflicting an injury, it fucks with your circulation a lot. tattoo artists will also offer you something to drink and sometimes even sweets to keep your blood sugar up during the appointment, and for the first time I would recommend taking them up on that because you don't know yet how your body will react.

also don't be afraid to ask for a break for any reason. a good artist will tell you this before they start too.

you will bleed btw. some artists have told me that first time clients are sometimes surprised about this. the bleeding will increase the farther you get into the tattoo too as your body becomes more pissed lol.

as they go, they'll wipe your tattoo down A Lot to get the excess ink and blood out of the way, and that shit really starts to hurt after some time! be prepared!

when the deed is done, they'll usually let the tattoo rest for a few minutes and then take some pics. and then they'll wrap it up!

now there's two (three?) options here. either they'll go old school and just wrap that thang in cling wrap and tape it in place, which is a lot of work for you, or they'll slap on second skin.

the cling wrap is in my experience not as common these days, but safer when you already know you could have an allergic reaction to second skin (bad!). you can leave that on for a couple hours, but then you'll have to take it off and gently clean the area under running warm (not hot) water, then maybe let it breathe a bit, but DEFINITELY wrap it back up. a fresh tattoo is an open wound, and you need to protect it from outside grime lol. you'll have to do that every couple hours for a few days. you will leak Tattoo Goop. you will most likely need to sleep on a towel. it's generally not too much fun but what can ya do!

second skin on the other hand is way easier. it's a sticky transparent foil they just put On There and then it stays On There for up to seven days (depends on the brand). you can shower with it on and everything. it'll fill up with Tattoo Goop but it's fine, it won't really bother you. it's best taken off under warm running water. sometimes it leaves a sticky residue but that'll fall off in time.

now for the secret third option, this has only happened to me once. the artist slapped a Thing that was basically a big fat menstrual pad on me and then wrapped me up in cling wrap. that thing absorbed the Tattoo Leakage for the first couple hours, but from then on, it was normal cling wrap business. I was very confused by this!

artists will give you instructions on aftercare and probably recommend some creams. basically just wash that thang with water (and unscented soap? I don't do that, just use water) and put some tattoo aftercare cream on top. thin layer, we don't want to smother it.

I usually do that for uhhh as long as it feels right basically lol. maybe a week or two after the second skin comes off? a tattoo will need about six to eight weeks to fully heal, but it doesn't need intensive care the entire time.

oh and there is an itchy stage. it will drive you insane <3

now for a more unfun addendum, the tattoo industry is RIFE with racism. some artists think they can't tattoo people who are not paper white because the colours won't show up properly. this is because they're bad artists and don't know what they're doing.

try to look for artists who do have darker skin tones in their portfolio so you can be sure they aren't cunts and won't fuck you over.

anyway I think that's all. hope this helped!

[atrirose]

back when enhablr used to be full of fics, headcanons and reaction. but now i see people wih the aesthetics, small texts but less works if i am not wrong.

when i see vissit a new enha writing blog, i see the themes, small texts. it's so irritating :( like how can you even see the small text... plus, the amount of symbols and other fonts they use, tsk

i am not blaming you :( but telling that mosot of enhablr has become aesthetic or something like top notch. everyone only focuses on how the blog themes, texts are but not the works.

but can i also know like what is suggestive?? isn't it like suggesting a sexual thought or something that leads to sex?? since you are an adult, i am asking you this.

but no, i literally see 15 or 16 year olds writing about suggestive stuff for enha, then telling mentions of fwb :0 i cannot believe when enhable used to have fluff fluff fluff where ever we searched.

i still remember you in my dash back in 2021, you wrote so much fluff istg, i used to wait for your works :( i wish we got that enhablr writing community back but literally wherver i see it is suggestive.

after all, this is my opinion...

hii ! at the start of the ask i thought you were shading me but ㅠㅠ yeah i understand what you mean , the fonts, themes, and small text usages has become more common now instead of the actual matter, i do use small text too but its only for the decor purposes, and my main focus (fics or hcs) are all large text with no fonts bc it is insensitive to use fancy text for those stuff and deprive people who cant read them, and i get that blogs do focus on their appearance more than the writing, bc let’s be honest people only see what they like to and if you look around if a blog ‘doesn’t look aesthetic’ people tend to ignore it even if the content is good. so bc of that many people have adopted the whole persona, i didnt change a lot except the fact i started posting a lot less and have not been active here, i think its a lot to do with adulting, all of the older members of enhablr now either have jobs/uni/exams or are just not feeling like doing this anymore.

and it’s totally fine for you to feel irritated by that, so u can js avoid those kind of blogs but you also need to remember that it’s their blog and they can chose what to do with it and how to decorate it, we can’t control that bc people have their own choices, but yeah the content being less i have seen a lot and i do agree with even tho i don’t read often i too get annoyed by the tags being flooded with nsfw content which is super creepy bc js few months ago it was all fluff as you mentioned and i hoped that the space stayed wholesome. i cant really control that but i hope people dont js see boys in that light.

suggestive to me is js a little bit more kissing/ implication of or suggestive jokes but i am not sure since i do not interact with those kind of content i might not be the best person to ask this, im sorry. but it is very uncomfortable when minors write nsfw.

HELP NOT YOU SAYING I POSTED A LOT 😛, jk anyways aww that is so sweet that i had someone waiting for me, i did post a lot of fluff and it will be a train ride if i read all my work, i will probably cringe 😔, i will always write fluff if that makes u happy if i do post in the future .. , sorry it’s js not the same anymore so i might not be the same atrirose who use to post every week. i am in touch with someone of my moots which were their with me since the start of this account or enha writer who use to flood the tag with tooth rotting fluff and well .. busy , busy , busy so i cant promise anything but hey we still have their old works you can binge. 

your opinion is totally valid.

[ierotits]

if u don't mind answering (just ignore if you feel weird about talking about where you live and stuff online) but I noticed you talking on that walkable cities post about living in a village that's well served by the train network and I've noticed you mentioning things off hand in the tags of a few other posts talking about American approaches to stuff vs everywhere else and it's got me interested as someone who's always lived in Europe but has quite a lot of family in Aotearoa, if I understand right you're living in rural France rn? Are you originally from South Island?

I'm always interested when I travel to see how American influences are slightly different in different places and never quite how you imagine before you go. Does Europe seem pretty americanised to you? I know the first time I travelled to Auckland I was really surprised by the approach to cars ect reminding me way more of past trips to America than my childhood in various semi rural places in Europe. Mainly that cars are a lot bigger and trucks and offroaders are more of a thing than i was used to at home and even tho a lot of cars were Japanese, the design seemed really American to me.

Anyway I guess I'm interested in differences in general rather than just city planning/transport. I guess I've just found it interested seeing that cultural leak from America in different ways than I'm used to?? The impact of American culture on Europe was really clear growing up so I think before I got old enough to travel I'd just expected it to be the same everywhere but it really isn't!! It has always felt to me that Australia has a lot more of that American influence in like business spheres?? Politically it certainly seems more American than other countries nearby. Whereas as a whole a lot of European countries seem influenced in different ways (which makes sense considering close distance between countries and the eu and all) But yeah fascinated to hear if you have any opinions on the like having (I'm guessing here?? possibly travelled to Europe as an adult after growing up in Aotearoa???? which is kinda the opposite of my experience)

okay finally going to try answer this bear with. its a good ask!!! putting this below the cut because it could get long

for context on my response, gotta do an overview of my living situation! i am currently living in a medium sort of sized city in france, around 150k population? but i work in a tiny village a 20 minute drive out of town, which is serviced by the train system. from what i can tell, most little villages like that have a small train station that a TER goes through quite regularly, so when there isnt strikes its easy to get to and from the closest city, which is then connected to everywhere else

in aotearoa i live in a city about double the size of the one im in now (wont say which one but im sure it isnt too hard to work out) grew up in a small town, but lived in the city for my later childhood, teen years, and uni so most of my life experiences were there, only came to france last year

in terms of transport, aotearoa is definitely more americanised than europe, as far as i can tell as someone who has not been to america, just spoken a lot on this topic with american friends.

in france, everything is so easily accessable by train. every town and city has a train station, the rail speed means nothing is more than about 5 hours away (my experience anyway). the trains run enough times a day that theres always something (except for the strikes atm but thats a different circumstance.) in bigger cities, there is always a fast, regular, seemingly reliable tram or metro system that gets you anywhere, while smaller cities like mine have a bus system that works, but i never use because nothing is any more than half an hours walk away. i have barely been in a car since getting here, because it really just isnt necessary, the whole system is designed to not rely on cars

for aotearoa, its basically impossible to travel between cities or towns without a car. there are intercity buses, but even between my city and the next closest one, which i know MANY people who make that trip regularly, the intercity bus goes once a day if youre lucky. theres very few passenger trains, and most of them are expensive tourist ones made for sightseeing. basically to get anywhere outside of your city, your options are very expensive slow not regular bus, or get someone to drive you. in my city, theres a bus system that is pretty widespread, you can get everywhere but its expensive, not reliable, and the buses dont go very often except on the very busy routes. if i walked half an hour in my city, i would cross maybe 5% of the city, it was a 40 minute walk to school in high school while it was a 5 minute drive. it got to a point when i was 20 that it was too expensive, took too much time, etc to catch the buses everywhere, that i ended up having to buy a car. the cities, from my experience, are becoming more and more car reliant as the years go on, and all the city does is add lanes to roads

in terms of everything else, i feel like france and aotearoa are both americanised in different ways? politically, france seems to have been quicker at pushing towards this governmental system where your options are far right or center pretending to be left while pushing the country right. france also has similar issues with the militarization of the police force, over investment in the military, gun violence, etc. it doesnt seem as bad as america to me, but then i potentially dont have the full story. while aotearoa has many issues with the police, and an increase in racial bias and violent responses, most of the more extreme american issues dont seem to have developped as quickly. i truly think a lot of that comes down to the labour government the last few years and the changes to gun laws post christchurch attacks. there are, of course, small groups in aotearoa that are leaning towards american ways of thinking, specifically thinking of brian tamaki and his evangelical cult that is directly copying from the american mega church, and the antivax shit that happened the last couple of years

its difficult to really tell to be honest. i feel like in aotearoa, especially with the rise of the internet and online connection to other countries, it has become a lot easier for our population to start to fall into american ways of thinking. i mean, specifically with elections i regularly have to explain to people my age that voting for the green party isnt a throw away vote here like it is in america, the way our voting system works is that you can vote for whichever party truly represents your interest. i genuinely think thats one of the things thats kept us from being pushed further right, the prevalence and strength of the green and māori parties. the revitalisation of māori language and culture has certainly helped too, that we have so many allies helping keep us in the forefront of our country and its politics, we cant just be swept under the rug and ignored. im proud of the way that we have managed to stave off the total disappearance of our culture and instead turn it around to become one of the most visible parts of the country

tldr, i really think both countries have and havent been americanised in different ways. i know less about france as ive only been here a few months, but i do think aotearoa is so far doing what we can to actively work against america's more negative elements being incorporated into out country. just wish we would do that with transport too

[wonustars]

big sigh the ask I sent originally was so long.. why did tumblr give me the option to imbed links when I wasn’t allowed to!

but anyways my assumption is that you’re a girly in stem? I dunno if you’ve ever mentioned smth like this before but im gonna assume that ur super smart and do science or something!

for what I said in my previous ask: I still haven’t re-read way of the house husband BUT im gonna get to that super soon and look out for that ask because I remember when I first read it I really really liked it! (all I remember was the scene where the reader talks with seungcheol and then I start crying and jumping with joy at the same time.) this is another ask abt vernon scott pilgrim because the idea was put in my head and I wont stop talking abt it ever! ive been in this loop of listening to black sheep and then like imagining blonde woozi as todd playing the bass and it’s so nasty, like i need him now! also when scott and todd have their bass battle (and then scott loses) but it’s so silly to imagine vernon and woozi! also did u SEE the pic of scoups flexing during the concert in bulacan? oh my god they get so freaky in the philippines. that pic was sooooo lucas lee like i saw that pic and immediately starting tweaking out and thinking abt scott pilgrim!vernon..

also this doesn’t match the idea of ramona flowers reader BUTTTT i was watching the black sheep performance scene and oh my gosh bassist woozi and envy adams reader i was speechless like one of the best thoughts id ever have..

very surprised how a single text post had me in shambles and started making me write an imaginary fanfic in my head but it was an awesome idea so it makes sense.

also these were the links added for visual :3 one of them is youtube and the rest are twitter!

(jicheol want me soooo bad)

https://youtu.be/1xcSDYy3Dl4?si=9FuSEE6GjQWNnNDG

https://x.com/aludraexe/status/1868872427796865074?s=46

https://x.com/howoosol/status/1708795997315584083?s=46

https://x.com/cherrypick0808/status/1881009904540139807?s=46

https://x.com/winkoniverse/status/1880890248848417152?s=46

(he did this in the philippines bcs he remembered that im filipino! that’s a lie i don’t speak tagalog and ive never been there but its the thought that counts.)

- 🍊

TANGERINE ANONNNNN MY FRIEND 🫶🫶🫶

using read more cuz my response is so long 😭 ^

links:

black sheep

woozi blond 1

woozi blond 2

scoups biceps

scoups is so hot here link

i’ve been wondering how you were doing and i hope the new year has been good to you so far! sorry i take so long to answer, but your asks are so detailed and i love it sm that i want to make sure i have some sort of adequate response 😭 (i like to think abt what ill say before i actly answer hehehe )

anyways your assumption is unfortunately wrong (?) kinda! i’m a psych major but not within STEMhehe im currently in uni for a bachelor of arts degree in psych and hopefully a masters in education/guidance counselling after 🥹

thank you for assuming that i’m smart btw, i’d like to think i have average intelligence tho hehe im the type of person who has to study rlly hard in order to understand the content opposed as to someone who just can read it and understand everything right away 😭

and please! no rush on reading you’re probably busy w ur personal life like every one else on this app hehe :3 so dw and i’m excited to see ur ask abt that fic! i love the way of the househusband a lot 😆

and omg!!! i love your ideas for this scott pilgrim vern fic 😭 w how my schedule for fics r going rn i probably won’t even be able to write it till the summer time so im sorry cuz u might be waiting a long time for it 😞😞

the thought of woozi as todd is so yummy and SOOOOOOOO intriguing i may think abt doing a special chapter delving into his character and envy just for you, and to show my appreciation for you and your amazing asks 😭🫶 thank you btw i get so happy when i see u in my inbox

and yes!!! the guitar battle would be rlly fun i love where you’re going w this and how passionate u are to see this come into fruition 🥹 i’ll do my best not to disappoint you when i actly start writing this heheh and ill make sure to ask u when i do write it! cuz im not as into the scott pilgrim lore, ive only watched the movie once but im def going to watch it a few more times before i start writing this fic,,, may haps after i finish the dk fic i plan to write heheh 😆 so look out for a future post abt me calling out for u tangerine anon :3

I LOVEEE BLACK SHEEP I RMBR WHEN IR WASNT ON SPOTIFY I HAD TO DOWNLOAD IT MYSELF SO INCOULDNLISTEN TO THE BRIE LARSON VERS HAHAHHAAH it’s so good!!!

ANDYES I DID SEE SCOUPS FLEXING DURING THE BULACAN SHOW OMFHEJEIW god im so jealous i need to go to a svt concert in the Philippines ONCE IN MY LIFE!!! I NEED TO BE W MY PPL IN THE MOTHERLAND BADD!!!!!! when i saw those pics of him flexing i think actly crashed out omgjejfjakdjjshd

also tangerine anon, are u filipino 😆 i cant tell if ur saying u are but cant speak tagalog or if u were just joking HEHEHEHE anyways despite all that, as someone who is filipino, u deserve to go to a svt concert and one in the philippines too 🫶 the crowd is always so lovely there 🥹

thanks again for this ask!! i hope you have an amazing day/night 😘💕💕💕

[fifteensjukebox]

11, 20, 23 <3

hiii tysm dani im sorry it took me so long to answer iI wrote my answers in the order of hat I thought of and i think they make the most sense in the order i wrote then:

20. If you could send a message to yourself back on the first day of the year, what would it be?

it wouldn't have meant as much at the beginning of he year iirc but i think my current mental health journey became very real for me the day of some unrelated appointments on april 18th in that people were touching me and my stuff (actually feb 15th appts definitely apply to

anyway new paragraph now that im actually getting to the point which is that i wish i had seriously considered an ssri earlier, im only couple weeks in so idk if it'll work but i have so much hope and i wish i'd gotten here sooner but new year new me will have to do! it's mostly taken so long bc i keep thinking i want to see if fixing my sleep schedule fixes my brain but. my brain the ay it is i can't seem to fix my sleep schedule so.

11. Something you want to do again next year?

oh i definitely said this when this ask game went around last year but travel!! we'd started planning this year's trip by the time i last answered this and while it was hard bc i was trying to stay soooo clean physically which is impossible while travelling, im learning to let go and get clean when get home (will get to apply this plan on our tropical trip in. holy shit 9 days single digits i have to pack ??)

anw it was so much fun portugal and spain (aka spordugal per my brother's typo when he made a folder for my photos) are soooooooooo beautiful and we were hoping to go back to italy next year but we may not have n opportunity in good weather bc my brother's going to catch up from part time uni so he can go full time next year and be on pace w his new gf

(have i mentioned hannah on here? wore a v cool burgundy velvet dress w combat boots to a school formal (which i did not expect in uni??) and she and matt organically started something at the dance anw i just met her bc they're doing a studying sleepover at our house and i already love them (hannah they/she im sure i will mention her plenty more oh one more thing i followed them on ig and they follow zac oyama and ally beardsley but interestingly no one else i follo interestingly.... must discuss tomorrow... they went down to matt'sroom to play video games w his projector oh actually i hear pool table activity v fun)

20. Whats something you learned this year?

im answering this one last and both of my other answers relate to learning about my mental health and cleaning stuff so i desperately want this answer to be unrelated... oh in an indirect way this is related but isn't everything : i learned that my way of over preparing and making packing lists for travel is super worthwhile bc i did not have time for europe bc i as too busy cleaning stuff i didn't end up using and ended up packing my suitcase the day we left and forgetting so many important things (really just everything related to my period including pain meds)

i really wanted to think of a fun new skill orsth but i don't think i have any from this year so this'll have to do! still rly enjoyed answering even thought there's like 0.5 fun answers in here thanks again dani for asking!

[starjxsung]

Hello my lovely, lovely Star 💕 I am sorry for disappearing for like two weeks - I was working full time the past two weeks at my speech arts academy (done work for the summer now though!!!)

I'm so glad you're boss has been supportive!!! I hope you've been able to get some rest... work sounds so busy and tiring for you... HOW'S ATEEZ!??!?! I HOPE IT'S AMAZING AND EVERYTHING YOU COULD'VE DREAMED OFFF IM SO EXCITED FOR YOU AND ALL THE CONCERTS I HOPE YOU HAVE AN AMAZING TIMEEE rahhhh I hope you're doing SO GOOD 💖 pls tell me how ur doing I hope you've been taking care 🫶 Life Update: I'm so excited for Europe hehehe I fly out in two daysss ALSO I got my uni courses all figured out now after many days of stress :') As for south africa guy... okay so like we talked about being in something more comitted and stuff (he brought it up) and it was like a good healthy talk and he was super mature about it and bringing it up and making sure I feel comfy and stuff and letting me know like I shouldn't feel any pressure to say or do anything I don't want to and like we've been taking it "slow" cause I expressed uncertainty around it (for various reasons I won't get into) but I was willing to give it a try ... anyways so like we hung out this past weekend and everything was great we texted for the couple days after that but then like four days ago he just... stopped texting. And he hasn't read my messages either ;-; like I know he takes breaks from his phone/being online pretty regularly for like two days at a time so I didn't really worry too much at first tho I was kinda miffed cause I've told him before to let me know if he was gonna go mia but now it's been like four (five?) days and I'm like worried but also upset and like rethinking this whole thing and like idk I know he left for a trip yesterday so now he probably won't get back to be until he's back but why did he just stop texting like three days before his trip??? Like mid convo too... MAN IDK IM SO UPSET BUT ALSO WORRIED ABOUT HIM AHHH anyways, I love you always <3 thank you for being you Star 💖🫶💕 🌱

MY ANGELLLLLLL I hope work was good !!! I can’t believe it’s already done for the summer! Time’s really flying 😦

ATEEZ WAS AMAZINGGGGG my twin sister wasn’t able to make it but I did meet up w my older sister briefly for the LA show and she loved it !!!!!!! I stayed in merch line for 5 hours and I am sunburnt so badly my arms physically sting 😀 worth it for a Seonghwa jersey ofc

I CANT BELIEVE YOU’RE GOING TO EUROPEEEE OH MY GOD THAT’S SO EXCITINGGGG I can’t wait to hear all about it !!!! And I’m glad uni courses are all sorted! Figuring out uni courses is always so stressful I hated it so much in college lmao

Also :((( I get that people can have their reasons for ghosting like that but imo it is SO fucked that people do that after communicating about where the relationship stands. Is he looking for something committed? Or have you both agreed for just something more casual? My ex boyfriend did that after our second date and it felt terrible bc for like 2 days after we had sex he just….. disappeared. And then came back and said he was drinking and sorta off the grid and missing classes and stuff. But I think I cried for 2 days bc I just felt so used. People should just communicate !!! Why they’re ghosting !!!! Instead of leaving their partners to guess :( I’m so sorry he did that and I hope it’s just bc he’s busy or has a genuine excuse. But to leave you hanging like that is just so fucked up imo :(

Keep me posted what happens & I hope you have so much fun in EUROPE in the meanwhile!!!! Try not to stress about him during ur trip, he’s not worth wasting a good trip on if he isn’t a member of skz. I love you so so much !!!! Be safe my angel !! 👼🤞💓💕♥️💜💖💞

[nar-nia]

hello!

it seems that everytime i want to get back on Tumblr my life goes "nuh uh" so im gone forever lool

life is just busy - but not in the way that i hate, the nice kinda busy, maybe except of uni but im just trying to get through it, my personal life is still lol, every year (since like 2 years or so) i hook up with the same guy during a party and we both know it will never be more that but damn the yearner in me always have these bitter thoughts about this situation after it's done but hey that's life right sometimes ig

but other than that thriving and loving life or at least trying to be more positive about it! 🥰

gosh, i hope u had lovely Easter!!! and that ure doing good and the new job is going great!!! i saw that u saw itzy?? that sounds absolutely amazing!! are you doing good? I hope ure eating delicious food and drinking enough water 🥰🥰 and ofc i hope writing is still fun for u babe!!

ily!! only like 2 months left before exams 🤣🤣🤣 the worst part of the student life fr

-beloved anonie, i missed uuuuu

ps IM SO HYPED FOR THE DARK MOON SONGS LET'S GOO HEESEUNG BRAINROT FOREVER

omg hellooo 🩷 i missed you so much 🥺

how are you <33 i'm glad that life is busy in a positive way, but i will manifest your best for uni! time is passing so fast, how far into uni are you now? good luck for your exams but i am sure you will slay them as always, just try your best and be proud of it because you deserve it!!

and what am i hearing about a guy 👀 honestly props to you for even coming that far to hook up with someone, i recently downloaded hinge and it's not not hitting 💀 tbh i think i want to just be in a relationship with all the cute fanfic moments, but i really don't want everything you have to go through in the beginning to get into a relationship 💀 life's tough and unfair with that. but anyways, would you want it to be more with this guy? or should i just send heeseung your way, i'm sure that can be arranged too 🤭

i actually had to work during easter if i remember correctly butttt my new job is really good 🥹 last week was the first time when i actually disliked it (my coworkers had a bad day and that just brought up very unhappy memories from my old job) but it's all good again and i'm having so much fun, i finally get to bake cakes!! and if they're not having a weird day my coworkers are really nice too (and give me lots of praise which is 👀. i am beaming after every compliment). apart from my job i'm doing good too, my mental health, mood and health overall has gotten so much better ever since i switched jobs and finally work normal hours again. and yesterday was the first time since idk when when i could sit down and really enjoy and get invested in a show again, i missed that so much.

i will ignore the drinking enough water part because when have i ever... although i do drink more now since i get it for free and fresh and cold at my job. so yay me i guess 😍 i am eating well though, and yesterday i tried making a cocktail (without alcohol) and it was really good. how about you though?? i talked way too much about me.

buttt writing is more fun than ever again which i am so so happy about, i have so many wips waiting to be finished right now 😶 but it's really fun. AND YES THE COMEBACK!!! they look so good in the promo pics, i can't wait for the release. just one more week!

thank you so much for checking in and saying hi, i missed you 🥺🩷 and i love youuuu

[ohyoru]

Im glad i could be of any help to you! Im usually very shy about interacting with people even online but you remind me of myself a lot, except instead of writing i used to draw. But not being able to do it as a career hurts me a lot. due to my countrys little to no appreciation of any sort of art, im instead forced to do other things than my passion. Life gets in the way a lot. I have been studying for my uni exam since i started high school and im in my last year, which makes it very hard to find any time for anything other than studying( my classes alone take up about 11 hours a day ouch.) so i feel like were similar somehow. Even in the 20 mins of tumblr time i have during the day i almost always check your blog.

I struggle a lot with loneliness as well like you mentioned. I have a lot of friends but they just dont provide the comfort i need(maybe im just greedy) and i dont have any siblings as well. Id kill for a hug. That sounds so desperate damn. Anyways i hope you know you can traumadump( i hope i used that word correctly i just learned what it meant) anytime, i mean its your blog. Like i said i have very little time to look at my phone but i will always try to be there for you. I gotta say tho im not usually this good with my words not in english or turkish. Ama a

dearie anon! (can i keep calling you that?)

aww i love that you see the reflection of yourself in me. i feel like i get to know more about you and it makes me so happy that i'm not the only one feeling all this. somehow, your existence feels like the validation i need.

thank you for keep talking with me despite being shy (you're so cute for that aaaa). i'm so sorry to hear about your inability to turn your passion into career. i can honestly understand how that feels, the dread of knowing that your dream wouldn't take you far. it's the same for me as a linguist (i'm pursuing my postgrad study in linguistics), but i've been warned beforehand that there really isn't much opportunity for career with my major.. i'm lucky to somehow managed to land a job related to the use of language. the salary isn't high enough for my qualification, but i really enjoy what i'm doing. i'm considering about continuing down this path and figure out about the money shortage later.

about the hug part, please don't feel bad about it. it sounds desperate indeed but there's nothing wrong about it. i'm desperate for a hug all the time. all my siblings are male and they usually keep to themselves. i don't live with my parents so i don't get to hug them a lot. i actually cried alot because of how lonely and desperate i am for companion, so i totally understand you. i wish i can hug you right now, i'm giving you the tightest and warmest hug!

thank you for looking after me despite your busy time. it means so much to me (brb sobbing again). also don't worry about incidentally sending your texts before finalising it ♡ i really love talking with you. also, please don't panic! i'm just guessing who you might be, i don't really have any proof as to who you could be. but anyway! please feel free to talk to me anytime. i'll be sure to reply them as soon as i can!

[lightadarttomendyourheart]

tomorrow is 1 month. 1 month to the day until you're here.

after tomorrow, it's easy. weeks. days. minutes. until i'm in your arms.

i dont know if i've ever waited so long for something. definitely finishing high school lol. other than that.. our whole story has been longer than it took me to complete uni. how wild is that. and i've been pretty good about not thinking about what happens after. there's still so much planning and stuff to take care of and things to sort. so i'm keeping busy with that. i also love how much more active you've been in the weekender chat. reaching out to my friends for things etc. you've been on top of it and i really, really love that. you're not asking me to message them, you're doing it. ugh. i love it.

i can't help thinking though. is this it. are you my person. IDK. and i know it doesn't matter, i'm still soooo young i could have 5 persons after you. it's more likely than not knowing me. i honestly get bored easily and as much as i want to "settle down" eventually, i also don't. i'm such a free spirit. i need someone who wants to be a free spirit with me AND adult with me. i'm finding that is soooo hard to find. someone who wants to do last minute crazy shit and spend all our money on traveling and having fun, and maybe have a family but not give up all the things we love, in moderation of course. like how does that work. need that 7 fig salary lol.

and as much as i absolutely love my life right now, i can't take anything off the table. would i move to london again? maybe. idk what i'd do with felix i couldn't leave him.. people move continents with pets all the time. i'm sure it would be fine. but fuck. starting my whole life over again basically. new job, new friends. it just seems like a lot. as much as i loved living in europe, my family is here. and i dont just mean my mom, but my chosen family. i would be so fricken far away from them. see them maybe 2-3 if that times a year. but i'd also be closer to lena and pati. maybe i'd see them 5-6 times a year. but right now, i get to see my family 2-3 times a month, if not more. that's such a huge difference.

i know i'm getting way ahead of myself, but i'm a planner. i need to calculate these things. see what's feasible. i would have to save a shit ton of money to move to london. maybe try to find a job beforehand. idk how easy it would be to get a work visa but apparently it's not that hard. or would brandon move here? literally no friends, far from his parents. it's hard. i hate distance so much. but i also love that he's from the UK and lives in europe and even though im finding out has been basically nowhere LOL, it's such an important factor for me idk why. i find the guys who have just lived in canada or a few cities in canada are so.. bleh. i need someone who's cultured. and vacationing in europe a few times doesn't count. i just relate to europeans so much more i think. i have the mindset. i live it. i love it. it's just, me.

anyways, this is a future me problem. maybe brandon comes and has a blast and that's good and wants to keep things the way they are. stay close friends across continents and see each other for shows and plan trips and keep it as is. which wouldn't be awful. but i think i would need more eventually. i think. idk. who the fuck knows. i just know i'm falling in love and i should just enjoy feeling this way because it's god damn wonderful.

[iwadori]

When they neglect you for another girl Part 5 (Kuroo)

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Word count: 1.3K

Genre: angst, fluff

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You and Kuroo have been dating all throughout highschool and now your in you first year of university

It’s a bit harder to see each other because of your conflicting class schedules

But when you did see eachother kuroo has been acting a big suspicious, ‘secretly’ glancing at his phone or always needing to head out early.

And you were going to get to the bottom of this.

You were just finished with your class, and you had plans to meet your boyfriend at the library so he could tutor you for your chem test that you on Tuesday. On your way over there, you got boba for both of you and some study snacks to get you through the session.

You arrived their first, which you didn’t really mind as Kuroo was usually a bit late to your study sessions (especially recently with his dodgy behaviour.) You decided to go over your recent class notes as you were waiting, which was pretty useless as you didn’t understand anything.  

You actually met Kuroo bonding over chemistry, since it definitely wasn’t your best subject so in your first year your chem teacher suggested getting a tutor and recommend Kuroo Testuro the self proclaimed best ‘chemist’ in the school.

It’s been half an hour and Kuroo hadn’t shown up, you were about to call him until you saw a quite disheveled looking Kuroo who is heaving out of breath.

“Tetsu, what happened to you?” you exclaim with amusement.

“Umm I kind of got in a fight?” he said questioning himself “well not really a fight but a disagreement.”

“A fight? With who?” you said a bit too loudly, as the librarian gave you an obnoxious ‘shusshhhh’ glaring at you.

“It doesn’t matter babe.” he said nonchalantly “I see you have your electrolysis work out, why don’t we get started.”

“But what abo-”

“So what is positive, the anode or the cathode?” he asked distracting you from asking him about what happened.

You spent two hours going over all the topics that were going to come up on your exam, and you can’t lie and say Kuroo didn’t help you. However, you weren’t as focused as you were wondering what happened to him.

After your study session, you both went to your dorms. Sadly, you couldn’t share a room since your University didn’t allow co-ed dorms (and maybe if you did live together, you’d be able to understand his odd behaviour.)

Even though he was still in highschool, every Friday afterschool you and Kenma made sure to spend atleast an hour playing a game online together, and today it was minecraft.

“Kenma help, theres a creeper outside my door!” you screech frantically running around on game.

“One second Y/N” he murrmed

“Kenma, do you know what’s going on with Kuroo.” you inquire.

“What do you mean, isn’t he being his loud cat-like self?” he responded

“Well yeah of course, but recently he’s been on his phone ALOT, and always leaving our dates early or showing up late and stuff so I don’t know I thought maybe you’d know something.”

“Oh maybe it’s just that he’s been pretty busy with Hana right now.” he said nochalantly

“Who’s Hana?” you say, your eyes squinting.

“Oh you don’t know Hana,” he said a bit surprised “Ooops Kuroo’s going to be so mad at me.”

“Mad at you, what do you mean mad at you?”  

“Um, I got to go by Y/N!” he said quickly

“But Ken-” the sound of him leaving the party cut you off, and now you were in more of a confused slump then you were before. What is Kuroo hiding? And who the hell is Hana?

Since you couldn’t go over to Kuroo’s dorm right now because of your universities weird curfew times, you decided the only thing you can do right now is call him. After a few rings he finally answered and you could hear his background was really loud.

“Um, Y/N this isn’t really the best time right now – ow shit.” he said frantically.

“Kuroo, what's going on it sounds like you’re at a rave. Wait are you at a rave?”  

“No I'm not at a rave I'm just – Hana stop doing that.” he said trying to whisper the last bit.

“Who’s Hana, Kenma mentioned her on PlayStation tonight but he didn’t explain.”

“Kenma did what? God – Ouch “there was ruffling in the background before Kuroo finally “Sorry Y/N I got to go..”

He hangs up before you could respond. What is wrong with these boys today?  

It was your study week break, so you don’t really go into school to do classes you just have to prepare for studying. Which was great for you, since you could actually get revision done without being distracted and you can avoid Kuroo whilst thinking about what happened a few days ago.

Kuroo didn’t message you anyways, which kind of sucked, since these chemistry notes aren’t going to learn themselves. You went over each of your topics that you need to learn and you’d say you were pretty much ready for your exams. So for the rest of the week, you didn’t have much to do. Kenma was pretty busy with volleyball and his high school life and your boyfriend was still being odd and you didn’t have any real close friends at Uni since you’re only a first year and Kenma and Kuroo were mainly all you needed anyways.

You chose to go on a date, by yourself, to your favourite bookstore café to have some ‘self care’ time. On the way their you heard a familiar voice shouting down the street, looking in that direction you saw your boyfriend yelling “HANA!” “HANA!” repeadetly.  

Going over to him you said, “Kuroo, are you okay?”

“Umm hey Y/N...” he said awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck “to what do I owe this pleasure?”

“The pleasure of being my boyfriend properly again,” you said smartly.

“Oh Y/N shit, im sorry about that” he apologised “I’ve just been really busy right now with Ha-”

“Hana.” you say rolling your eyes “Who is she?”

“I can’t really say Y/N, it was meant to a be a surprise.”

“A surprise for who?” you say  

“Well fo-”

Before you can finish you say a loud ‘HISSS!’ Come from near your feet. “Hana! Thank god!” Kuroo said picking her up, but then dropping her again when she did a even louder HISSS at him. “Umm I really need to work on that..”

“So this is Hana.” you say a bit stunned “She’s a cat.”

“Indeed she is.” he said “ surprise...”

“You got me a cat?” you said still very stunned

“Indeed I did.”

“A feral cat?”  

“Feral!” he said shocked “What do you mean feral!”

“Tetsu! She’s obviously feral!” you say reprimanded him.

“No she’s not! Look” he tried to pet her again and she nearly bit him and then sped off “Okay...maybe she is.”

Kuroo explained that he saw this cat one time outside of his dorm building and wanted to adopt her and give her to you as a gift. He’s been spending his time trying to ‘train her’ but every time it would result in Kuroo getting scratched up or him having to try and chase her around the city. You did appreciate the sentiment, however you reminded Kuroo that if he would’ve told you, you could’ve easily shown him that she was feral or if he listened to Kenma, then Kenma would’ve told him (which he did) that she was feral.

Kuroo did feel bad that his big plan didn’t work and he ended up looking like an idiot, not knowing the difference between a stray and feral cat. But you took him to a cat café as a little ‘pick me up,’ and promised him that for his birthday you’ll adopt a real cat for him.  

An: this is basically a shit post but who cares 😃 Also am I the only that thinks that hana being a feral cat in the end is funny? Or is my humour that dry😭

[waspenned]

scenes from an italian restaurant • part four • peter parker

you’re not entirely sure if peter got you under that stupid mistletoe on purpose, but you’re certain that you’re going to make his life a living hell over it. • 3k

warnings: swearing, smoking, me being cringe trying to write an argument that isn't ridiculous, unbetaedness

now playing: vienna by billy joel

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a/n: TOLD U THAT U WOULDNT HAVE TO WAIT TOO LONG LMAOOOO anyway have this im not the most happy w it but im busy asf uni is absolutely beating me up rn I got projects coming out of my ass and I still need to dress cute so ANYWAY u can join my taglist if u want a wee message from me when I upload :) enjoy besties

It’s easier to breathe when you’re out on the back step, the cigarette smouldering away in your hand. This was better, more familiar. You knew Smoking Area Peter better than Holiday Party Peter, Smoking Area Peter was familiar, and didn’t do weird shit like saying you look pretty and smiling cannolis and mistletoe ambushes. You’ve been here for about five minutes now in comfortable, safe silence - just you, Peter, and the softly falling snow forming a white fuzz over the paving stones.

 He only moves to tip ash from his cig, and to chew at the inside of his cheeks, his head cocked away from you and watching the embers burn tiny holes in the snow. The city roars on, sirens wailing in the distance, and the subway churning beneath you. Your stomach is twisting in a similar way, kneading and ripping itself to pieces.

Part of you suspects he stood under the ‘mistletoe’ on purpose and is furious about it for some reason, and another, smaller part of you, buried under a pile of loose memories hopes he did. It’s gross, what had you become? You flick ash into the rooster ashtray, imaging that you’re flicking Peter off of you instead, and that when you next look over your shoulder, him and his fake clump of mistletoe and pretty hair will have vanished. It doesn’t work, because the real Peter nudges you with his shoulder, and jostles you back to the unfortunate reality of the situation.

The December air is bitterly cold, and you’re stuffed into your winter coats, noses red and frozen to the touch. Peter brought some stupid scarf - truly, it’s hideous - and it’s wrapped around the two of you, shielding your cheeks from the snow.

He’s still looking at you, you feel the weight of it on your cheek, then your eyes, then your lips. When you glance at him to see what he’s doing, he’s drawn closer to you, the heat of him warming you through the thick puffer coats. You just look in silence, scanning each other’s faces, feeling them out. He’s different this close; there are freckles across his nose and up to his temples, a scar under his lip like it had been split, a slight bump in his nose where it had been broken - he’d told you the story of it a few weeks ago, you think. He’s looking you over with a similar amount of care, and part of you thinks he wouldn’t be too out of place with a cartoonishly large magnifying glass.

Did he get you under the mistletoe on purpose? It’s really bothering you. It tastes sour in your mouth, all vertigoed and spun-up, and you feel like you’ve been betrayed. Why would he do that when he knows you’re so private? It doesn’t make sense, he’s usually so inconsiderate but the whole thing has really rubbed you the wrong way - though you can’t quite put your finger on why. You want to scream. You shouldn’t be doing this couple-y shit with him. He was a coworker, not your boyfriend - barely a friend, at that - and here he was sharing a scarf with you. Like it was nothing to him, even though it was everything to you.

Perhaps you stub your cigarette out too aggressively because he’s looking at you again, watching you smudge the tip on the paving stones and dousing the butt of it in the light smattering of snow that clumps in the weeds. His breath comes out in thick, white puffs as he laughs.

“I think it’s out.”

“Yeah, thanks for the help, dude.” You reply a little too sharply, and he looks almost hurt, jumping back. It’s strange, you’re not sure why you’re pissed at him - he hasn’t done anything wrong from an outside perspective - but you’re angry at him. It feels like he doesn’t get it, like he doesn’t get you, and the idea of him not caring about you feels like the shattering of glass in your chest, reverberating through you. Maybe you can have a little crazy, as a treat; maybe you should lash out at him. You want to.

“You good?” He asks, semi-casually, like this is all just fun and games, and you snap.

“You think I’m pretty? Pretty, Parker? Really?” You’re spitting at him, suddenly, whatever embers of anger that were burning away in your chest being stoked into a fire, going up in an instant and charring your sternum. Peter’s blinking at you, surprised, and watching you unwrap yourself from his scarf.

“What? Where’s this coming from?” He’s all frowns, confused and thrown into the deep end, but you’re already too far in to pump the breaks, mind racing ahead as he fumbles with the now-loose ends of his scarf. “I was just trying to be nice, I’m sorry if-“

“Well, stop trying, cos it’s not gonna get you anywhere.” It’s running away from you now, like a freight train, the anger shooting through your body. Nice, nice, trying to be nice; it’s insane but you hate how comfortable he is, how happy, and now he has the audacity to try and make your life nicer. There’s a sour taste rising on your tongue, frustration that you let him get this close, and that you didn’t push him away earlier. If you’d cut him off sooner, it wouldn’t hurt as much to do it now. “I’m not your friend, dude.”

“You really don’t like me that much?” You can see it in his eyes, how he’s teetering on the verge of heartbreak, and it kills you. You want to shake him, yell, anything to get him to be angry at you, but he keeps quiet. He says your name, softly, like he would scare you away, and the tone of it makes you want to cry. “I really don’t know where this is coming from, I thought you were joking.”

“I can’t stand you.” The buzzing in your head swarms you, thickening the lies that you force through your teeth, viscous and sticking to your skin. “You’re nice, you’re happy - everything’s going just great for you, isn’t it?”

Peter’s frown intensifies, and he’s suddenly up, snow tangled in his hair and eyelashes, cupping his reddened cheeks in its hands. He takes a few steps towards you, and you instinctively shuffle back, slipping a little on the snow. Peter steadies you, and you tear yourself out of his grasp, his touch burning like poison. This is what you wanted, he’s upset now, but he still doesn’t rise to your level; not quite yelling back, because of course he won’t, but it’s certainly the loudest you’ve heard him. You want to keep pushing, make him finally break, so he’ll leave you alone.

“Well, hold on, you don’t know anything about my life, and you refuse to learn!” His words hurt, but his expression hurts more; not anger but something far worse. There’s genuine upset on his face, not far from frustrated tears, and you suddenly feel like you’ve committed some sort of heinous crime. “You can’t just assume shit about me, you barely know me!”

“Yeah, and you don’t know me either, man!”

“Because you won’t let me, you can’t blame me for that!”

“Sorry, I want to keep my life private.” You won’t listen, you won’t, you’ll block your ears up and close your eyes, and maybe then Peter will stop invading your every thought. This is your fault, one hundred per cent, and you know you’re being unreasonable, but you can’t get yourself to stop. You want to hate him more than anything, but it seems he’s refusing to go without a fight; even now he keeps trying to reach out to you, hands twitching at his sides, and you’re pushing him away. “This is a job, not a hang-out spot.”

“I’m sorry, I thought we were friends!”

“Well, we’re not.” Every single word you say, every movement you dare to make, produces some sort of pained reaction from him - an arrow struck into him by your own hands, like you’re some sick, evil Cupid. It’s killing you both, slowly, and you half expect him to start bleeding, staining the snow beneath you red. “We don’t know each other’s numbers, or addresses, or life stories, or secrets, or any of that crap. We’ve never even seen each other outside of the diner; we’re not friends, we work together and that’s it.”

It’s the truth. There are odd things you know, things he’s mentioned that you’ve picked up on - his favourite flavour of ice cream, how he likes his coffee, his major at college - but nothing to build an actual friendship off of. You know nearly nothing about this man, and he knows nearly nothing about you, but Peter is looking at you like you’ve just gutted him.

“There’s no need to yell at me about it.” His voice is small, wavering, nearly cracking, and it eats away at you, sitting in your throat in a knot. You can see his brain whirring away, turning cogs like always, trying to put the pieces together, trying to understand how you feel because of course he is, he’s Peter fucking Parker.

“It’s frustrating, dude, you do all this intimate shit - you call me pretty, and share a scarf with me, and save my life-“

“I’m sorry, what else was I supposed to do?”

“You avoid me for so long, and then all of a sudden you make me a special cannoli like nothing’s happened, and get me under mistletoe, and-“

“I didn’t do it on purpose!”

You hate that. You wanted it to be real, you can admit that now that the possibility of him wanting to kiss you has been robbed from you. If you could go back, you would do it, kiss him over and over and over until he got sick of you, and you can’t stand the fact that it’s taken you this long to accept that you like him like him. So you challenge him, pressing, your veins burning.

“Really, Peter, you just happened to not notice it was there?” That seems to do it, because he’s whirling to you, and there’s a brief flash of something hard and angry in his eyes.

“Yes! Because I wouldn’t kiss you in front of all our coworkers!” You don’t have time to think properly, because there’s the sweet spice of Campari in your blood, and your body is running entirely on instinct, words spitting themselves from you like sparks from a flint before you can process them.

“Oh, but you’d kiss me if we were alone?!”

“I’d want to!”

Even the city seems to fall silent, the whir of traffic falling to a whispered murmur, the snow thickening the footsteps, your breath stolen from you with three little words. He’s closer now than he’s ever been, you think, his features laid out before you like a painting on an easel, but his eyes are frantic, searching yours for something you’re not sure if you want him to find. And your hands are deciding that the only way to get him to stop looking is to grab that ugly scarf, tug him closer.

And you kiss him.

There are a few precious moments, where all you can sense is the feeling of his lips on yours, and then the sound comes back to Manhattan. There’s something powerful and desperate in the way you move against each other, his back falling against the wall and you pin him there, relishing in the small noise that you draw from the back of his throat. God, he’s pretty, how could you possibly have denied it this long? You think you'd be happy never leaving this moment, feeling the drum of his heartbeat, the swell of his breathing.

He kisses you back like he’s drinking you in, hands grabbing and pulling you closer, even though you’re touching every inch of him. There’s his fingers on your hips, then flitting to the back of your head, the other fisted in your coat, getting as much of your body against his that he can manage. He’s sewing himself into you, you think, the way his lips move on yours, like there’s nothing else he could possibly want in the world.

After an eternity, it’s over, the rage sapped from you and replaced by something far worse; the nausea of realising you’re gonna have to deal with consequences. You draw away from each other, slowly, panting with the passion of it, barely able to look each other in the eye. It’s almost grossly cliche, the pressing together of foreheads, the exhale of not-quite-regret but not-quite-pride either, more something akin to relief. When you finally build up the nerve to look at each other, you both cringe, stiff as boards, waiting for the other to say something, anything. A year passes.

“So.” Peter begins.

“So.” You echo, and you realise you can feel the cold again, biting at your cheeks. Then a few more agonising seconds of awkward silence, backlit by the party raging on inside. “Do we, uh, need to like… talk about that?”

“I’d prefer not to.”

“Me neither.”

“But we probably should.”

“We should.”

There’s another beat, accompanied by nervous, shaking laughter from the both of you. Then, Peter says your name, and you take a breath to gather the courage to look at him.

“Listen, I know you don’t want to mix work and your personal life.”

“I don’t.” You’re shaking your head and Peter tries to put his hands on your arms, attempting comfort, before he jerks away, putting distance between the two of you. Already, you miss him.

“I also don’t think it’s the best idea.” He looks oddly vulnerable, you’ve never really talked this intimately before, where there’s no jokes or teasing, just being open with each other. It’s as uncomfortable as you imagined it would be, but there’s no urge to flee. Like you’re safe with him. It’s weird. “I have… reasons to not want to get involved with anyone right now.”

“We have complicated lives, let’s keep it simple and say it was just a kiss. An accident.” It pains you as much to say it as it pains Peter to hear it, though he tries to hide it on his face. It wasn’t just a kiss, it had dredged up feelings from you that you hadn’t felt in years, but how could you possibly go back to work, back to seeing him only a few times a week if it was more than that? Across from you, Peter’s nodding reluctantly.

“It was just a kiss.” There, he’s cemented it now; set in stone for all of eternity, only spoken about between the two of you like some shameful secret. You should be ashamed really, you just lashed out at the guy for having the nerve to enjoy his job instead of joining you in your bitterness parade, only to have him up against the wall not a minute later. He hesitates for a moment, stuffing his hands in his pockets against the chill. “We’re friends, though?”

Weirdly, you don’t have to think before you answer.

“We’re getting there.” The smile that he gives in return is worth all of it, though; you don’t know how you ever thought you’d be fine with never seeing it again - motherfucker smiles like the sun came out for the first time, it was insane. “I don’t want things to be awkward.”

“Then they won’t be. It’ll be just like normal, like nothing happened.” If Peter can say it like it’s a sure thing, then you’re sold on it too - is this what trust is? Holy shit, you’ve been missing out. You realise, with horror, that you’re smiling back at him as he pushes the snow around with the toe of his shoe, drawing patterns. “Believe me, I want to keep this job, it’s way funner than my other one.”

“You have another job?”

“Kinda- see, this is why we need to talk more!”

“Alright, don’t rub it in.” You’re laughing, you just had the most intense kiss of your life and now you’re giggling away like an idiot - what’s next, twirling your hair and kicking your feet at the counter? You’re insufferable.

“How about we ask each other one question? Baby steps.”

“And you won’t lie? Like about your name tag?”

“We have to tell the truth. Promise?”

“Okay, I promise.” It’s good now, you can breathe again, like things are starting to feel back to normal as you lock pinkies and spit into the snow. He’s all excited and giddy, and it’s infecting you, the two of you sharing breathless, shy laughter.

“Me first - who got you this stupid ass scarf?” It really is a hideous thing, a horrid vomit of colours and an awful texture, like it had been washed in needles. Peter chuckles softly, something melting in his expression as he fidgets with the ends of it, fingers raw with the cold. The knit is fraying at the edges, the wool sticking out in odd directions, and there was a faint aroma of old cologne impacted into the fibres, mixing with the melting snowflakes.

“My Uncle Ben.” He says, like it’s a special secret, like it’s some precious pearl he’s presenting to you from an oyster. It makes it feel like you’re opening a Christmas present, as if this reveal of an uncle was the most exciting thing that’s ever happened to you.

“Well, you tell your Uncle Ben that he needs to get you a cuter scarf.” It takes a millisecond, but he laughs, the sound of it warming you through and ringing your bones. It’s softer, but it’s like syrup, like treacle, like Campari at Christmas. You brace, taking a deep breath, and outstretching your arms. “My turn.”

Peter thinks about it for a moment, and the world sludges by as he seemingly runs through a list of questions he wants to ask.

“Why do you keep work separate from the rest of your life?” Goddamn, that’s a doozy; you’d think he’d keep things simple and start out with an easy one, but apparently not. You’re fumbling for an answer almost instantly.

“It’s just- it’s complicated. There was all that shit with the fire, and, uh…” This whole ‘no lying’ thing was the biggest mistake you’ve ever made - bigger than making out with your coworker against the gross wall in the back alley, for sure. You feel like you’re up on your haunches again, fighting the urge to just start running, but you manage to find a happy balance between truth and comfort. “I like my free time being free, that’s all.”

“That’s it?” He’s raising an eyebrow at you, like he doesn’t believe you, and he really shouldn’t; you’ve not entirely given him many reasons to.

“No follow-up questions.” You’re back in this comfort zone again, of snapping at him and making jokes, and it’s a fight to get yourself to tone it down.“You can get one a day, and that’s it.”

“Oh, how generous.” He rolls his eyes, and you’re smiling again, like some silly schoolkid who just got vaguely acknowledged by their crush. It’s disgusting. “You’re mean as hell, sometimes.”

He’s right, you’ve basically spent the last couple of months working with him teasing him and trying to get him to hate your job as much as you do. Your smile falters, and you try not to hate how good-hearted he is, on top of everything else; you suppose he just highlights your own insecurities

“Ah, you’re just better than me and I’m jealous about it - I’ll stop bullying you, I swear. I’m sorry, dude.” This seems to please him enough, and the vice around you lessens. Eventually, you breathe, and you’re able to coax yourself into saying more, even though it feels like you’re Sisyphus pushing his boulder up the hill, because you owe him that much.

“When the fire happened, all of my coworkers could have been hurt or something, and I guess I’m just trying to protect myself from being upset if they did. It’s… selfish and stupid.”

It’s not the whole story, but it was enough of an answer for Peter, and he seems satisfied. You don’t have to tell him the rest, at least, about you. But you didn’t want to think about that right now, not when you were finally enjoying yourself.

Even though you’re certain you saw your cigarette go out, you still glance at the rooster ashtray, looking for a wisp of smoke - just to make double sure. Peter, thank God, looks you up and down, processing what you said, and then nods.

“It’s not selfish or stupid, I- I get it, I do.”

“Oh, yeah? Why?”

“No follow-up questions.” This Goddamn asshole, this fucking guy; you’ve been thwarted by that classic Parker wit once again. You’d be lying if you weren’t a little impressed.

“You got me, Parker.” He’s doing that smug thing he does again, the same look he gave you when he sussed out your fake smoking breaks. You’re both kicking your shoes against the doorstep, stamping the snow out of the treads in preparation of rejoining the party, having heard Sal calling for the both of you through the door - something about Dirty Dancing. Oh God, not again. Looks like your rooster companion might be gaining some company.

“You’re good at this. You catch your Uncle Ben out like this with that mouth?”

“I’m legally not allowed to answer that.” He has his hand on the door handle, taller than usual on the doorstep, and he’s bathed in the glaring light that overlooks the alleyway. He’s still stupidly pretty. “You should probably go to therapy about the fire, though.”

“Shit’s expensive, dude.”

“You don’t have to tell me twice.”

[bokutosworld]

convenience store stranger | suna rintarou

pairing: suna x f!reader  word count, genre: 2.1k words, college au. fluff. another meet cute story lol.  warning: none  summary: in which your late shifts become less boring and more interesting when a cute stranger stumbles in at 2 AM.  a/n: my first time writing for suna god im scared but i really liked how this turned out!! 

The first time he meets you happens on one of his late night convenience store runs. It was exams season and Suna’s been pulling all-nighter after all-nighter. To say he was exhausted would’ve been an understatement. 

He’s barely making it through on the third night and if he didn’t take a break soon, he was sure he’d have passed out on his desk. With his mind hazy from reading too many words and trying to understand a semester’s worth of lessons in one night, he decides to stand up and get some fresh air. 

Which is how he found himself currently standing at aisle four of the only convenience store that was still open near his apartment. He scans the rack for something that can wake him and his brain up. He doesn’t know how long he’s been standing but he could definitely feel eyes burning holes in the back of his head. 

He settles on a pack of jelly sticks and a cup of spicy instant noodles and heads towards the counter. You mutter a greeting when he reaches the cashier and begin scanning his items. 

When he hands over the cash for payment, your fingers brush with his cold ones, making you recoil harshly as if he was repulsing.

“Something wrong?” He laughs when he sees your reaction. “I know I look like a mess now but I won’t bite you.” He bends his knees slightly, tilting his head to get a look at your embarrassed face.

“No, I’m sorry.” You avoid his intense gaze, continuing to pack his purchase. When you look at him, he’s still staring with his piercing eyes that it almost takes your breath away. 

Shaking your head to bring yourself to reality, you give him his items. “Your hands felt cold and I was just shocked.” You feel that same electricity sparking between you again when he takes the bag from you. “I.. well.. thank you. Have a great evening.”

“It’s 2 AM,” Suna chuckles and you sigh before correcting yourself and bowing to him in goodbye. “See you around,” he shouts over his back as he walks out the door. It was the first time he saw you in that store and he was sure it wasn’t going to be the last. 

The second time he’d actually planned it according to your shift. If his past trips to the store were anything to go by, he’d learned that you always took the evening shift. It was something he discovered after being called out by your co-worker on the third time that he restlessly looked around the store during a visit. 

He should be on his bed, phone in his hand as he mindlessly scrolled until he fell asleep. But with the memory of his interaction with you lingering on his mind, he wanted to see you.

“Hey, got time for a customer?” He greets the moment he steps inside the empty convenience store. You look up from the book that you were reading and quickly stand to welcome him. “What are you reading?” 

Hiding the book from his view, you retort, “Aren’t you going to buy something?” 

He grins, taking in your tired disposition and the bags that had formed under your eyes before retreating to the shelves. When he returns, he slides over a can of energy drink, iced coffee, and a large bag of chips. 

You assume he’d leave immediately once he’s paid for everything. You certainly didn’t expect him to take out the coffee and give it to you. 

“This is for you.” He opens his own drink and leans by the counter. “Doesn’t it ever get boring here? I mean it’s midnight and you’re alone. I’m betting not many people even drop by at this time.” He faces the door, crossing his arms around his chest and staring at both of your reflections at the glass. 

Worn out from your classes in the day, you take his coffee offering, instantly feeling the rush of caffeine flow through your veins and waking you up. “The job pays relatively well. Besides I can’t really work in the mornings, I have uni.”

“So you’re a college student too.” He turns around and extends a hand out to you. “I’m Suna Rintarou.”

You introduce yourself as you shake hands with him. And as soon as pleasantries were exchanged, he immediately launched into a story about how his earlier day went. He was a natural conversationalist and despite this being your first time talking with him, you didn’t feel an ounce of awkwardness. You didn’t know what it was about him but his presence made you feel comfortable. 

You learned about what he was studying (to your surprise, Psychology), how he spends his weekends playing volleyball (he was a middle blocker and an excellent one at that, he boasted), and how he ended up here during the night he first saw you (the all-nighter went well and he passed all his exams). 

He rips open the chips he bought and offers you some as you lay your story before him. He munches as he listened to you rant about how you loathed your course (Business Management) and the many case studies and papers you had to do each day. He nods his head in understanding as you explain why you needed this part-time job (to pay for apartment fees). 

You were having so much fun in his company that you didn’t notice the time pass by. (He arrived to the store at 12:32 AM. The clock on the wall now reads 2:32 AM). And for the duration of his stay, you were surprised that no one ever came by. He only ever left your side when a taxi driver walked in. 

Suna steered clear from the counter and kept his distance as you did your job. From your peripheral, you could see that he watched you like a hawk from the side and it made you somehow conscious. When the customer exited, you playfully threw a tissue at him, 

“I couldn’t concentrate when you were standing there and looking at me like that!” 

He went back to his position but this time, he leaned close with his hands on the counter. “Like what?"  

Well how could you say to him that you thought he looked effortlessly hot in his sweatshirt and track pants? And was that an adorably messy bedhead? How could you say that you liked the teasing smile that he’d been giving you throughout the night?  

You chuckle and shake your head, “Nothing.” You reach for the book you were reading prior his arrival and took your seat. “Don’t you have classes tomorrow? You should go back.”

“Do you not want me around anymore?” 

“It’s not that, I…”

He cuts you off, “Good, then it’s settled. I’m not going anywhere. I like talking with you too much to go back home. Let me entertain you some more.” He sits down at the chair on one of the tables near the counter and then goes back to chatting with you. 

Since that night, Suna had been scheduling more trips to the convenience store. Sometimes, he’d really only visit to bother you. At times, he’d bring his books and laptop with him so he could work on a paper while you restocked the shelves and cleaned around. On rare occasions, he’d help you out on a business plan and the customers who’d enter the store would be amused at the sight of you and him huddled behind the counter with your serious thinking faces on. 

He’d become a part of your life that it felt unnerving not to have him around on your shifts. And it certainly showed on your face how disappointed and heartbroken you were when consecutive nights passed without his visits. Your co-worker even called you out on it. 

“So where’s the cutie been?” She asked one time when the two of you were at the back lounge while you logged in for your shift. You groan at the nickname she gave him and she laughs at you.

“How would I know?” 

“Don’t you guys talk almost every day and night?”

“Only on nights that he visits me.” You pause, thinking about the possibilities why he could’ve stopped coming. And before you knew it, you were ranting. “God, are we even friends? I don’t know his number. Did he ghost me? Is this considered ghosting? It’s been a week. I’m scared I did or said something.” 

She’s watching you pace around the room. “Maybe he got bored of me. Or maybe he realized I’m not really worth his time and dipped. Sleeping is much better than hanging out with me at 1 AM anyway.”

You’re stopped in your tracks when she suddenly grabs your shoulders. “Overthinking is not a good look on you.” She makes you take deep breaths to calm down. “I’m sure he’s just busy right now. He’ll visit again soon.” 

“I don’t know why I’m being like this.” 

The look she gives you is incredulous, her mouth gaping wide at your statement. “Are you serious?” 

“What?” You ask, not anticipating the next words that would come from her. 

“It’s obvious that you like him.” 

The next time you see him was on campus. You don’t know how long it’s been since he last spent time with you on your shift. (Though if you were counting, you were definitely sure that it’s been two weeks and three days since then.) 

You tried not to think too much about what his absence could mean but the pang in your heart never left. Those two weeks that he didn’t show up allowed you some time to think about your conversation with your friend. You like him. 

Back then, you were too quick to shut down the idea. Denying any ounce of feeling for the boy as you saw him as no more than someone who had too much time on his hands to bother you on your shifts. A good friend is what you specifically used to defend your relationship with him. 

So then why was it that your heart was beating so rapidly as Suna waved at you from across the cafeteria? Why couldn’t you stop smiling as you watched him make his way to your table and sit down beside you?

“Hey there.” He slings his arms around and pulls you for a side hug. “Long time no see.” 

You almost couldn’t hear him over the loud thumping of your heart in your ears. He’s still smiling and waiting for you to reply. “Yeah, been a while. I’ve gotten the peace and quiet back in my shifts.” 

He breaks out in laughter while opening a snack bar. “I’m sorry I haven’t been able to stop by. I just came out from a major presentation that I’ve been preparing for during the past weeks. And guess what?” 

You perk your eyebrows at his question. “What?” 

“Our group did great.” He raises a hand for a high-five and you indulge him. “The teacher liked our slides and our analysis of the topic. Ah, I feel so good right now!” He leans back with his hands behind his head, but he suddenly jerks. 

“We should go out!” Suna grabs your hands and looks at you expectantly. “You’re free the whole day tomorrow right? You’re not working the shift? Let’s celebrate. It’s my treat!” 

Feeling overwhelmed by his invitation and his overall excitedness, you laugh and pull back. “Calm down, Suna. I don’t know about tomorrow.” 

“Why? Are you busy?”

“Not really but..” 

“Then it shouldn’t be a problem.” He tucks a loose hair behind your ear, leaning close with his voice barely over a whisper, “It’s perfect. I’ve wanted to take you on a date for a long time now.” 

“What?” You stare at him wide-eyed. 

“Come on, you’ve never thought about us?” He finds the situation entertaining. Your flustered reaction reminds him of the night that he met you. 

“Why do you think I’ve been coming to the convenience store when I could be sleeping at that time? I like being around you. My day doesn’t feel complete if I don’t at least see you or tell you about my day or listen to you rant about the latest episode of your favorite series.”

You like him. 

“Go out with me.” He kisses the back of your hand. “Please?” 

The corners of your lips unconsciously curves up and Suna sends your heart doing somersaults when he says something about how he’s finally got to see the beautiful smile he’s been wanting to see for weeks. 

Your friend was right. You do like him.