#anyway the three coolest losers ever y’all

[i-will-always-love-the-jedi]

Me when projecting on my faves: 👍

I won’t change my mind, they are all little neurodivergent gremlins in my head and I love them

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[withnosuchgrace]

Soft (M)

(sequel to White Noise and Sing For You) 

A/N: so uhhhhh this was supposed to be just a drabble ......but i kinda got carried away (as usual). this is my first time writing smut lmao i was dying the whole time but i hope you enjoy!! 

special shoutout to @dragonsfire @sherlockedwhovian09 @delta-cubes and @chenderellastrash for putting up with me constantly complaining and dying over this mess of a fic. you guys have definitely made this easier to endure lmao i had like 5 breakdowns writing this

also special shoutout to @doitforjin for making the nicest moodboard????? based on this whole au ?????? that i am so undeserving of but im crying thank you soososos much :’)))) 

genre: fluff, some smut, garage band!chanyeol, neighbour!chanyeol

word count: 6147

(gif used if not mine)

Dating Chanyeol had its perks, but also its cons. Perks included getting exclusive first listens to the songs the band was working on, going to all his gigs for free, and of course, wearing his greatly oversized clothing every chance you got. It also didn’t hurt that he lived right next door, something you never knew how to appreciate until you began falling for him. The cons stemmed from the same places as the pros - you hardly got to see him because he was constantly practicing, and you’d be studying. After that big gig they had last November, White Noise’s popularity boosted, and the band was doing small tours in neighbouring cities, and while you couldn’t be more proud of them, having seen them start from the bottom, you couldn’t help but be disheartened about the timing. You and Chanyeol had barely gotten together and he was off touring with his best friends and you missed him dearly.

All of it was worth it, though, for Chanyeol was head over heels for you, just as you were for him. Every time you saw him, a smile would immediately form on your lips and your stomach would fill with butterflies, causing your heart to flutter and go all soft. How on earth could you have hated him for years when he was literally the cutest and softest giant on earth?  

Every chance you could, you would be in his presence, whether it be in his garage with him teaching you how to play the guitar, or him lying on your bed as you both studied for an upcoming test, only being interrupted by the surprise kisses he would give you whenever he got bored.

You smiled unconsciously to yourself as you thought of Chanyeol, feeling all warm inside, until a voice burst your bubble.

“Are you going to keep smiling to yourself like a loser or are you going to take this shot?”

You shook your head as you came back to reality - a reality that included sitting on a stool in Billie’s kitchen as she poured shot after shot. You weren’t much of a drinker, but for some reason or another you had agreed to drink with your best friend and Martina, a new friend you had made who recently moved in with Baekhyun and Sehun, although that was a whole other story for another day.  

Martina spoke next, looking at you incredulously. “She’s barely had anything and she’s already tipsy.”

“Who knew a tipsy (Y/N) would mean a soft mess?” Billie mused, taking her own shot with a grimace. “She hasn’t shut up about Chanyeol for twenty minutes now!”

At the mention of his name, you pouted. “I just love him so much. And he’s gone chasing his dreams again and I miss him so mu-” before you could finish your sentence, Billie was pushing the shot glass right under your nose.

“Girl, it’s okay, I miss Kai, too. And I bet Martina misses Baekhyun as well.”

Martina snorted. “As if. Do you know how great it is to have the apartment to myself?”

Billie ignored her, instead focusing on your still evident frown. “Besides, they’re coming home tonight! You’ll see your boyfriend soon enough!”

You immediately beamed at that. “Yes! And then Yeollie and I can cuddle on the couch and he can tell me about his tour and I can tell him how much I love him and how much he means to me -” again, your long confession was interrupted, this time by your phone ringing.

You picked it up eagerly, after seeing “the tol one <3” displayed across your screen.

“Yeollie~” you greeted in a chirpy tone, one that made Chanyeol immediately laugh upon hearing it. You only ever called him Yeollie, or spoke to him like this when you were drinking.

“Jagi~” he greeted with the same amount of enthusiasm.

“Are you almost home yet?”

“Yeah, about that…” Chanyeol hesitated. “The boys wanted to go out to celebrate the end of the tour so I’m actually going to be back later than expected.”

You frowned. “But I miss you!”

“I miss you too! I’ll see you tomorrow, okay? First thing in the morning!”

“Okay,” You mumbled, still pouting, causing Chanyeol to chuckle.

“Now please don’t drink too much. You know you’re a lightweight, and I doubt that’s any fun for Billie and Martina.”

“How do you know I’m drinking?” you gasped, looking wide eyed around the room. “Can you read my mind? Are we soulmates?”

Chanyeol simply laughed, finding your little intoxicated antics adorable. “Maybe we are.” there was a pause, followed by a faint C’mon Chan! heard in the background. “Listen, (Y/N), I gotta go. But I’ll see you first thing tomorrow! I love you!”

“I love you, too. Bye!”

You sighed as you hung up, feeling a little down that you wouldn’t be seeing your boyfriend tonight. You picked up the shot glass and downed it within seconds, much to Martina’s amusement. Slamming the glass back down on the counter, you cried “another!”

You knew you would be gone to the world within minutes if you kept up like this, but you didn’t care. As long as it made waiting for Chanyeol easier.

Chanyeol still had a lovesick smile on his face as he hung up the phone and turned around, only to see his bandmates snickering and casting him gazes.

He pocketed his phone and walked towards his friends, taking a seat at the stool next to Sehun, while Baekhyun leaned against the bar, drink already in hand, and Kai just getting handed his. “What is it?”

“Who knew the day would come when Chanyeol became a total softie.” Baekhyun let out a chuckle.

Chanyeol narrowed his eyes at him. “Me? A softie? What are you talking about?”

“Looks like our guitarist is losing his edge.” Sehun smirked. “I totally called it. The moment he got together with (Y/N), he’s been like a lovesick puppy.”

“No way! You guys are hallucinating or something, there’s no way I’m soft or whatever. I’m still the coolest member, and y’all are just jealous.”

“Jealous?” Baekhyun scoffed, just as Sehun guffawed at the mention of “coolest”.

“Kai’s soft too! He’s been calling and messaging Billie every day of the tour!” Chanyeol accused, pointing at the bassist, who had been quietly standing on the side and observing the scene with an amused twinkle in his chocolate eyes, sipping at his beer.

“Yeah, but I’ve always been soft! This was expected of me!” Kai defended himself with a smug smile. “You, on the other hand, had this whole bad boy reputation before (Y/N).”

Chanyeol’s lip twisted into an annoyed grimace. He hated that they were right. He really had gotten soft, but he couldn’t help it! You just made him feel so happy and he still could not believe he was with you! He wouldn’t dare let his mates know they were right, though, and so he instead sat up a little straighter and looked defiant as he said his next words.

“I can still be manly, no matter what.”

“Define manly.” Baekhyun immediately rebutted.

“Is your masculinity that fragile?” Sehun rolled his eyes as he took gulp of his drink. “Just say you’re insecure about being soft and go.”

Chanyeol’s frown deepened. “Okay, let’s make a bet.”

This caught all of their attention and they turned towards him with piqued interest.

“A bet, you say?” a smile was already stretching on Kai’s face, his competitive nature seeping through his usual calm exterior. “I’m listening.”

“So am I.” Baekhyun agreed. “What do you have in mind?”

Chanyeol faltered, not expecting them to be on board right away. “Oh… I - um… I’m not sure yet.”

At this, they sighed, and went back to their drinks.

“We can’t just let this go, though.” Kai spoke first after a long pause, his competitiveness still not completely abandoning him yet.

Baekhyun nodded in agreement. “For real, we need to make this bet count. What’s at stake here?”

“Something big.” Kai grinned, mischievously. “Like, perhaps getting a tattoo?”

Chanyeol immediately shook his head, eyes wide in fear of the possibility of getting something they wanted permanently inked and he would most likely regret. “Dude, no, that’s way too intense for a stupid bet.”

“Okay, what about dyeing hair, then?” Sehun offered. “You could always dye it back or it’ll fade so it’s, like, not true commitment.”

“Yes, kinda like a one night stand!” Baekhyun had a proud smile on his face at his analogy, although he only received odd looks from his friends.

“Anyways,” Sehun continued, with a sigh, clearly ignoring Baekhyun’s comment. He was used to the red-haired singer’s remarks, having lived with him for over three years. “What do you think?”

“Easy,” Kai smiled, already confident.

Chanyeol, however pondered this. While Kai had recently dyed his hair silver for the tour, it had been a while since Chanyeol had anything other than dark brown. The last time Chanyeol had dyed his hair it had been during his emo days, and it was a mess that he wished he could avoid.

It was still better than getting tattooed, which was why he found himself nodding along with Kai, ready to suffer the consequences of failing this bet.

“Alright, that settles it then.” Baekhyun clapped his hands together in finality. “Now we just have to figure out what we’re actually going to do.”

“Well, since Chan is so adamant about proving how manly he is, or whatever, why don’t we go find those strength-testing arcade machines? The weakest has to dye his hair.”  

The others nodded at Kai’s words.

Sehun pulled out his phone and began to search for any arcades still open at his late hour.

Chanyeol was not worried. He knew he was strong. Maybe Kai could take him, but there was no way he was going to lose to Sehun. The drummer was pretty thin and had always shown a great distaste in any physical activity, other than dance that is, but Chanyeol didn’t really count that. What was the point of being an amazing dancer if he wasn’t even going to show anyone? Sehun was so complicated, but that didn’t mean Chanyeol was going to allow himself to be beaten by him.

He smirked to himself, as he glanced at the drummer scrolling intently on his phone, his arms looking like twigs to the taller boy.

There was no way he was going to lose the bet.

Chanyeol couldn’t believe he lost the bet.

It was all an accident, a misstep that led to Chanyeol bumping into the machine and getting the lowest score. He didn’t even think it was possible to get such a low score, and he had voiced such thoughts to the others, who simply laughed and told him that there were no second chances. Thus Chanyeol ended up the loser, something he was not prepared for.

Chanyeol frowned as he looked at the photo Sehun had sent, of pastel colours, reminiscent of sweet, soft things and the complete opposite of who he was - or wanted to be. He should've known better, letting Sehun choose the hair colour. Chanyeol knew how Kai got when he won a game, and he knew Baekhyun couldn't be trusted with anything, so he figured that Sehun was the safest option.

But now as he looked at the pinks, purples and blues that took up his phone screen, he was beginning to regret giving the youngest all the power. Sehun may not have spoken much, but he could be quite the shit when he wanted to.

Chanyeol sighed as he finally entered the hair salon after wasting a good amount of time standing outside. He knew he had to do it sooner or later. Part of the deal was that he had to go get it done as soon as he could, and before he could see you, for which he felt guilty. He had told you last night that he would see you first thing in the morning, and yet here he was about to dye his hair a ridiculous colour before even kissing you for the first time in weeks.

The nerves he felt sitting in the waiting room in the salon were nearly identical to those he felt before a performance, which was ridiculous because it was just hair! But no matter how much Chanyeol thought it over, he kept getting reminded of the last time he had dyed his hair, back when he was still a foolish teenager. He remembered how much you had made fun of him for it, at every chance you got. He only hoped that you would still love him after this drastic change.

When it was finally his turn, Chanyeol showed the young woman the picture Sehun had sent for reference. The shocked expression on her face only made Chanyeol feel worse. He was definitely going to regret ever bringing up a bet.

It was a long process of bleaching and dyeing all the shades. Chanyeol sat with his heart in his throat, and his teeth tugging at the flesh of his lower lip, his eyes squeezed shut, afraid of what he might see.

“I think we’re done,” came the sweet voice of the worker, whose name Chanyeol had learned was Yeri. “And, if I may comment, I think it suits you really well.”

“Really?” Chanyeol was still afraid to open his eyes, knowing that nothing good could come out of having pink hair.

“Yes, trust me. You look great!”

Chanyeol hesitantly opened his eyes and, sure enough, the person he saw in the mirror in front of him looked a completely different person. The pastel colours made him look younger than he actually was, and gave him the look of innocence. Strangely enough, Chanyeol loved how he looked.

“It looks like cotton candy.” he gasped, reaching a hand to his hair to see if it felt as soft as it looked.

“It really does!” Yeri laughed. “I’m glad you like it.”

“Are you kidding? I love it! Thank you so much!” with newfound confidence, Chanyeol paid, and rushed to where you were, excited to see your reaction to the new him.

You were pissed.

I’ll see you first thing in the morning.

That liar. You looked over at the clock hanging on the kitchen wall, and saw that it was already half past ten.

You took a big gulp of your scalding tea, angrily. Having a hangover didn’t help your mood, either. You really shouldn’t have drunk that much.

Billie had told you to spend the night, but you insisted you needed to go home, all too ready to see your boyfriend. But it looked like he clearly had better things to do than see you. You had even gone next door, but only found Kai, who gave you the most unsatisfying answer to your questions.

“Chanyeol is out. He’ll be back soon.”

That fucker wasn’t even answering his texts. You knew the minute he walked through your door, you were going to go off. There wasn’t a chance you were going to let him get away with this.

Where had he gone to? All alone? You had messaged Martina, and she had confirmed that Sehun and Baekhyun were both home. What could Chanyeol possibly be doing alone on a Tuesday morning?

You were about to call him again, fingers hovering over his name, when you heard your front door open. You half expected it to be your older brother, Jumin, which was strange since he had left for work two hours ago. But then you heard the unmistakable voice of your boyfriend, something you hadn’t heard in person for weeks.

“Honey, I’m home!”

Your previous anger dissipated in seconds after hearing his deep voice, your feet padding against the hardwood floor as you ran to meet him. You would’ve jumped right into his arms, and he had been expecting it too, his arms already open, ready to catch you, but you stopped in your tracks when you saw him.

“What the fuck did you do to your hair?”

Chanyeol looked at you, appalled. “No ‘hello’? No ‘I missed you’? Should I re-enter and we can start this from the top?” he gestured to the door behind him, ready to walk back out.

You ignored him, instead choosing to walk closer to him and reaching a hand out to touch his hair in curiosity. You ran your hands through the strands, watching as the various colours slipped through your fingers.

Chanyeol looked down at you with a nervous smile. “How do you like it?”

“It’s so... “ you paused, searching for the right word, your hands still playing with his hair, which he clearly enjoyed, his eyes fluttering shut at the feeling, and slightly leaning in to your touch.

“Soft.”

“Yeah, the hairdresser conditioned it a lot.” he chuckled. “I thought it was going to be dry because of all the bleach and stuff, but I’m glad it isn’t.”

“No -” you shook your head. “-I mean, yes it is really soft, but I meant like, you look soft.”

There it was again, Chanyeol being associated with soft. He didn’t understand why he was suddenly always being told this. Chanyeol wasn’t soft. He couldn’t be.

“Why does everyone keep insisting I’m soft?”

He opened his eyes slowly, casting his gaze down towards you and catching you looking at his hair in wonder, before finally meeting his eyes.

You let out a laugh, amused at his obvious annoyance at the situation. “Chanyeol, are you kidding me?  You’re the softest! You’re just so cute and fluffy and -” you let go of his hair to squish his cheeks in your hands, laughing at how adorable he looked. “- the squishiest.”

He swatted your hands away, pouting, which really wasn’t helping his argument. “I’m not soft. I’m the opposite of it, actually! I’m hard!”

You rose an eyebrow at him. “You’re hard?”

“Yeah! I’m so har - nevermind that sounds wrong.”

You burst into laughter, while he kept calling you ‘dirty-minded’ and ‘nasty’, but nevertheless laughing with you as he held you close. You buried your face in his chest, inhaling his scent that you had missed so much while he had been away.

“Don’t be fooled though,” you murmured into his chest, your voice coming out muffled from the fabric of his t-shirt. “You’re still the cutest, and this cotton candy hair proves it.”  

Chanyeol sighed, and you felt it, the way his chest heaved as he did it. “I hate you.” he muttered as he kissed the top of your head. “But, I’ll prove you wrong. I can still be manly despite this cotton candy hair.”

You looked up at him, whispering, “I’d like to see you try,” before going on your tiptoes in order to kiss him.

You thought Chanyeol would have changed his hair by now.

It had been a little over a week since his return, and he was still prancing about with his fairy-coloured hair. You thought he would've gone back to his natural hair colour by now, but as each day passed, Chanyeol seemed to be more in love with his new look. He was often exclaiming how good of a change this was, and how he felt like a new person. He even went as far as claiming that he should've “gone pink” earlier.

No matter how much he adored his cotton candy hair, Chanyeol could never escape the teasing from his members and you. Every chance you got, you would call him cute, and ruffle his hair, much to his annoyance. He still insisted that he was just a manly and hot as he was before, but with each passing day it became harder and harder to see him as anything other than soft.

“C’mon guys, we all know I rock this pink hair.” Chanyeol defended himself after Baekhyun had made fun of his coloured locks for the tenth time in the last hour.

You were all hanging out in his garage, the door open to let in the occasional summer breeze, reminiscent of old times, when the band was still up and rising. A lot of things had changed since those days. For one, you were here, sitting in Chanyeol’s lap, something you wouldn’t even dream of doing this time last year. There was also the addition of Billie, sitting next to Kai, and even newer was Martina, standing off to the side and casting the occasional glance at Sehun, who had taken up his usual spot, hidden behind his drums.

“Dude, seriously,” Kai started, looking at Chanyeol’s hair in distaste. “The bet is over, you can really get rid of it now.”

Your boyfriend scoffed. “Nonsense, I like it! I should’ve dyed it sooner.”

Sehun rolled his eyes, a habit of his you never got tired of. “Let’s be honest, you’re about the only person who likes it.”

There was a round of laughter, including your own, which only caused Chanyeol to frown even more.

“See? Even your girlfriend agrees it was a mistake.” you shot Baekhyun a glare at being called out like this, but it was too late, for Chanyeol was looking down at you demandingly.

“Was it really a mistake, (Y/N)? You told me you liked it!”

You looked back at him, his face quite close to yours, eyes already searching yours for any trace of deceit, but you quickly eased your features into a sweet smile. “Of course I do! You look cute.” you ruffled his hair, causing his face to scrunch up in the most endearing way. “Absolutely adorable. My cotton candy fairy cupcake prince.”

“Holy shit, I think I just barfed in my mouth.” Martina gagged, a hand covering her mouth.

“Seconded.” Baekhyun could not keep the disgusted look off of his face as he looked at you and Chanyeol.

“I’m not cute, though!” Chanyeol protested, for what felt like the millionth time. “My fans still think I’m hot!”

“As one of your fans, I know that you guys could literally be bald and you’d still have girls busting a nut.” Billie spoke nonchalantly, as if it was just a matter of fact, however her comment had the boys choking on their spit.

“It’s the truth.” you agreed. “You guys have no idea the kind of things these girls say about you. It’s wild.”

“They’re so far up your asses, of course they still think you’re hot, Chanyeol.” Billie continued. “No offense though!”

“Full offense, actually.” Baekhyun butt-in.

“Like you’re any better Baek.” Martina snorted. “Should I tell everyone about that awful mullet you had back in middle school?”

“Baekhyun with a mullet? This I need to hear about.” Kai laughed, while the singer sunk lower in his seat in embarrassment, sending his childhood friend daggers as she dove into the long-winded, humiliating tale.

You were trying to pay attention to it as well, always ready to hear funny stories at the expense of Chanyeol’s bandmates, but were finding it harder to do so with Chanyeol leaning in to whisper into your ear.

“You know very well I could still have you screaming my name in minutes, with your hands twisted in this very same hair. Let’s see you call me cute after I fuck you so hard you won’t be able to walk for a week.”

You swallowed, your mouth suddenly dry, though you tried your best to mask the way his words were affecting you.

He leaned even closer, though, his lips moving against the shell of your ear, as he breathed his next words. “We could totally just slip right out of here without anyone noticing. We do have a lot of time to makeup for.”

You bit your lip, but otherwise refused to give in. Your heart was pounding in your chest, blood rushing at unimaginable speeds, heating up all of your body. His deep voice caused a shiver to run down your spine. It really had been a while.

Chanyeol captured your earlobe in his teeth, tugging at it softly. “What do you say?”

You nearly moaned right then and there, before reminding yourself that you were in front of all your friends. You could not give in. Chanyeol was trying to prove his point, and although he was doing a damn good job at it, you would rather suppress all of your hormones in order to prove him wrong. It was what you had been doing for years, you had mastered it at this point.

You turned to look at him, seeing that he had a smirk playing at his lips, thinking he had gotten to you. You leaning in to whisper in his ear only reinforced his smug look, his eyes now hooded and his breath hitched as he waits for your words.

“So should I scream cotton candy or soft fairy?”

His smirk completely disappeared within seconds, and through your laughter, you heard him muttering to himself.

“God, I hate you.”

Chanyeol hadn’t stopped trying to prove how sexy he could be for the next few days. He would purposely do all of the things he knew would drive you crazy. But you were strong. You knew you weren’t going to let him win. With that ridiculous new hair, there was no way you were going to let him be anything other than cute.

It was as if he had never left. You were back to your teasing antics, the taunts and playful comments only fuelling your feelings for him. Of course this is how it had always been. All those years spent hating each other and constantly being at each other’s throats could not completely disappear in the matter of months being in a relationship. One of the best things about being with Chanyeol was the fact that the two of you could still tease each other to no end, just as you had before. The only difference was that now your arguments would end more often than not in rough sex.

But not today. There was no way you were getting into bed with Stephanie from LazyTown. No matter how hot Chanyeol looked. It was a matter of seeing how long you could last.

It was a Monday night in late July, and you found yourself standing before the bar where it all began. It had been Kai’s idea to have a little secret performance here.

“For old times’ sake.” he had insisted.

The bar hadn’t changed at all since the last time you had visited it, which had been a few months; University had no mercy on you. It felt just as it had when you came here for the very first time, the iconic night you had seen Chanyeol performing in this very room. Nearly a year later and your hand was clasped in the guitarist’s as he led you to the stage where they were getting set up.

“Do you think many people are going to show up?” Martina was asking Baekhyun, curiously eyeing the mostly empty bar.

It was not the biggest, but it held a familiar feeling, like revisiting a childhood home. The ambiance was created with the hanging light bulbs that cast a soft yellow glow. You smiled to yourself as you recalled how many people had come to watch them back then. White Noise really was talented, there was no doubt about it.

“We didn’t really advertise it, so I have no idea.” Baekhyun shrugged. “It is a Monday night, so perhaps not many, but who cares, we’re here for nostalgic purposes.”

“We’ve been playing here for the past five years.” Chanyeol explained. “It was where we had our first gig. This is where it all started.”

“Oh wow, that’s pretty cool.” Martina nodded her head, impressed. “This place is super cute and lowkey, too. I like it.”

“Yeah Sehun’s old man did a good job with this place.” Kai smiled proudly, slapping Sehun on the back as the younger passed him in order to take his place behind his beloved drums.

“Wait, Sehun’s dad owns this place?” You didn’t know why you hadn’t known before. You never really spoke to Sehun, he mostly remained silent whenever you were all gathered together. You had always figured he was just shy.

“Wow, (Y/N) is a fake fan.” Baekhyun laughed.

“Well, given she did hate you for the past… how many years was it? Six?” Billie looked over at you for confirmation, but you simply rolled your eyes.

“Hey guys, I think we’re starting soon.” Sehun finally spoke, and you turned to see a small crowd beginning to form in front of you. The boys had already finished setting up, and were all set to go.

You looked up at Chanyeol, and ruffled his fluffy hair. He leaned down, hoping for a kiss, but you simply pecked him on the corner of his lips. “Good luck!”

“Fucking tease,” he growled, causing you to give him the widest grin.

You went over to Billie and Martina, taking a seat at the bar, in order to watch the show.

The crowd wasn’t as large as you were used to, but you didn’t mind. It was small and intimate and brought you back to that night Billie dragged you here for your very first White Noise performance.

They performed as they always did, with their heart and soul pouring out in every sound. As always, Chanyeol was the biggest mess while performing with the utmost passion. He was just as bad as he was that night, his lip biting, his unnecessary dance moves, and the black muscle tee was only showing off his arms, as well as further accentuating his broad shoulders.

But surprisingly enough, that wasn’t what was turning you on right now. You hated to admit it, but the pink hair - the fucking cotton candy ice cream fluff on his head - really, really suited him. He was like a completely different person.

Maybe it was his words from the past week finally getting to you, or perhaps it was the way he pushed his hair back, you weren’t too sure, but you were squeezing your thighs together as you kept staring at him.

“Girls,” Martina spoke after a long time spent in silence. She cleared her throat before speaking again, this time in a higher volume so she could be heard over the music. “I hate to say this, but Chanyeol really does look good with pink hair.”

“Fuck yes, he does.” you found yourself agreeing without so much as batting an eyelash, not wanting to take your eyes away from him. “That’s my boy.”

The rest of the performance went smoothly, with you still ogling your boyfriend without a care in the world. All you knew was that he had been right along, the pink hair most definitely did not prevent him from being as sexy as he was before.

The minute it ended, you waited a total of two minutes before making your decision. You marched right up to where he was, putting his guitar away.

“Hey, (Y/N), how was it?” he was slightly out of breath, and very sweaty after his performance, which only intensified your need for him.

You didn’t even answer his question, only tugging on his hand to pull him to the back of the bar.

The bathroom was thankfully unoccupied, and you locked the door the minute both of you were inside.  

Chanyeol looked at you in confusion, ready to ask what was up, when he was interrupted by you grabbing the back of his neck and pulling him in for a hard kiss. He immediately parted his lips, letting you take control for about a minute before his dominant side kicked in, his hands reaching around you to squeeze your ass. You gasped when he lifted you up and sat you down on the edge of the sink.

“So I’m guessing this means you liked it?” he smirked against your lips.

You ignored him, preoccupied with trying to rid him of his shirt, causing him to chuckle. He lifted it over his head easily, before helping you take yours off. You immediately let your hands freely roam his chest, still slick with sweat from having just performed.

“Wait, (Y/N), I’m gross and sweaty, don’t you wanna wait until I shower first?”

You were nipping at his neck now, leaving a trail of opened mouth kisses and beautiful colours in your wake. “Shut up, it’s sexy. And besides, we have a lot of catching up to do.” you began making a path back up to his lips, where you hesitated. “I’ll just join you in the shower later.”

“Holy shit,” he breathed, before catching your bottom lip in his teeth, causing your moan to fill his ears.

You really didn’t realize how much you needed him until you felt his fingers unbutton your shorts. He watched your face in fascination and wonder as he always did, because he adored the way your breath would get caught and your eyes would screw shut as he pleasured you.

You felt his long fingers ghosting over your covered core, making you immediately grasp onto his shoulders to brace yourself for what you knew was to come. You shut your eyes as you felt him push your panties to the side, biting your lip, anticipating, but to no avail.

“Chanyeol, what’s taking so long?” you huffed, glaring at him.

“Oh, sorry, I just missed you.”

Leave it to Chanyeol to be sentimental in the middle of sex. You rolled your eyes.

“I swear to God, Chanyeol, if you don’t sta- Oh my God!” your sentence ended abruptly as you moaned, finally feeling Chanyeol entering your heat.

Chanyeol paused. “Hmm? You were saying?”

“Just fucking move!”

You heard him laugh, but did as you requested, thrusting his finger in you in a rapid pace, before eventually adding another, throwing you off guard. Your moans began to increase in volume the faster and harder he went. Chanyeol sealed them by kissing you hard, reminding you that there was only the door of the bathroom separating you from everyone else in the bar. Had it been any other time, you would have been concerned about your friends worrying about your whereabouts, or worse, hearing you and Chanyeol, but right now you were far too gone to care. Never in a million years would you have been the one to drag Chanyeol into a public bathroom to fuck, no matter how many times you fantasized about it.

Chanyeol began to curve his fingers upwards with each thrust, hitting your sweet spot head-on. Your world was spinning, the knot in your stomach beginning to form. You could feel the end coming soon, and you began to meet Chanyeol’s thrust halfway, until you were pretty much riding his long digits.

You were rapidly approaching the edge, the grand finale, when he stopped. You had been so preoccupied with your release that you barely noticed Chanyeol had stopped kissing your lips and began kissing you lower and lower until he was right before your drenched center.

You were about to protest, when you realized where he was. He pulled your shorts and underwear down your legs in the slowest pace he could muster, enjoying the way you begged him to hurry the fuck up.

When your garments were at your ankles, you hastily kicked them off. With the amount of time Chanyeol was taking, you could feel your high slowly receding. Chanyeol separated your thighs, getting far to comfortable between them.

Almost like an instinct, your fingers found themselves tangled in his hair, almost bringing him closer to you. “Come on Chanyeol, just get to it already!”

Chanyeol just smirked, far too amused for your liking. “Would you look at that, I can still have you soaking despite my supposed soft hair. Who would’ve thought.”

“For fuck’s sake! You choose the absolute worst times to be petty!”

“So should I go change it back to brown tomorrow?” he rose an eyebrow at you.

You did not even hesitate with your answer, practically hissing. “Don’t you fucking dare.”

“Knew it.” That was all he needed to hear before he dove right in, licking a long stripe against your slit.

Maybe it was the fact that he was making you feel so good, or maybe it was the fact that it was Park Chanyeol, the boy you had somehow fallen in love with, in the craziest of ways, but seeing him now, with his head between your thighs, and your fingers tugging at his hair, hard enough that it must’ve been hurting, you thought that there was nowhere else you would rather be.

Perhaps Chanyeol having pink hair wasn’t the absolute worst thing in the world, after all.

[bittersweet-clifford]

I hate my physics teacher but he says some weird shit. here are his best quotes.

“and she looked like a dweeb but it doesn't matter because she's hot.” “imagine this punk-ass kid...” “ro-day-oh” “*screaming* YEEHAAAAW” “my wife went to a loser school.” “oh. that's where that obama guy went.” “I was president of all these things. okay. you're a loser.” “it’s got a cockroach crawling out of somebody's anus.” “you're a thief and you're a violent offender. go to texas.” “God did not have an eleventh commandment that said a 90% is an A.” “they had another brother. i forget what his name was but he was just there.” “our family is so devoid of talent that when we did the senior musical they told my brother, ‘you move your mouth but nothing comes out.’” “I’m not big on IQ.” “3 times 64. that's...........a lot.” “I think i can. i think i can. oh that was a great book.” “I AM AN ISLAND.” “he was one of those geeks who’d come into my room during lunch.” “Kids will do anything for food.” “Beethoven didn't have good social skills.” “pair-a-bowl-uh.” “g-e-o-meat-tree” “re-nay-sance” “you didn't have velocitom- speedometers.” “and dedicated to the proposition that all men-not women- are created equal.” “newton sat back and said, ‘damn, i took algebra 2.’” “they invented something. it was bitching.” “your little cell phone has an accelerometer on it.” “you get in your damned car right now. you have friggin GPS.” “what is a graph? you guys have no effing clue.” “screw it. this is america, man.” “they got these cheesy ass little- hey...” “and he marries his mom because she's a hottie.” “i'm going ‘no sweat.’ she's goin ‘YEAH SWEAT.’” “they send him off to some hills to die and some idiot saves him.” “trig-no-me-tree.” “if the plane crashes, whatever. little things.” “der-i’ve-a-tive.” “someone help her out. *people give answers* well don't listen to idiots.” “the magnitude of my ineptness.” “he invented something. it was a terrible thing-he invented the essay.” “i threw that at you to see how you interpilate.” “we’re talking so small your kitchen is in your bedroom. as long as you have 16 million dollars, you can have the friend's apartment.” “FROGS ARE NOT AERODYNAMIC.” “you're a genie-ass.” “what says ‘i love you’ more than eating the one you love?” “their bodies will be goop. and this is metaphorical and beautiful. how much closer can you be when you're stirred together?” “the book didn't have a female character because he's a male-dog-anystic pig.” “speaking of time….OOH BABY.” “you had telephones *aggressively slams hand on the wall* MOUNTED ON THE FRIGGIN WALL.” “and some kid goes, ‘yooo my daddy’s rich!’” “it looks like a badminton racket on steroids.” “it was by the skin on her chinny chin chin.” “we’re going to use the weight of history to raise our ramp.” “she was rich. and hot. and i was a dweeb.” “i can't draw a corvette.” “sucker’s gonna exaggerate….ah...accelerate.” “some bum wit says, ‘let’s put tin cans on the back of their car.’” “someone comes up with a big ‘ol truck because this is tennessee.” “you're gonna be wheel meat.” “move aside, pesticide.” “you put this if you wanna be cool.” “anyways, these guys go, ‘bitchin!’” *walks like a crab* “Shula? God?” “tow truck drivers come in two flavors.” “they brought a scale and a hard hat, and they were wearing pajamas. i don't know. this is [school].” “cas goes, ‘see joe? we’ll leave him as a hostage.’” “my brother by accident got accepted to a school in new hampshire.” “this is amazing. I’m shaking God’s hand.” “you know the way buildings work.” “people got upset because it was killing fish, so they decided to kill people instead.” “we’ll call him Joe Jerk because that's kind of what he was.” “i don't believe in slavery.” “energy is like pornography, you might not be able to define it, but most everyone recognizes it when they see it.” “she goes, 'mr [teacher], let’s do it.’ and i go ‘i’m married.’ and she goes, ‘NO, THE BOOK.” “I’m looking for pews. if anyone knows a church...I want catholic pews. they're the best.” “*draws a scribble* let's pretend this is art. ART.” “every once in awhile you run into one that's just so bitchin’ ass cool.” “there's not even a verb there. and this guy went to stanford.” “the right thing? or communists?” “oh, it was so bitchin!” “she looks like a chicken. and i'm like ‘This isn't cosplay.’” “there's spanish and then there's hippies.” “she was old. she must have been like 35.” “Ms. [other teacher] could have played the wicked witch in the wizard of oz.” “if i looked out far enough, i'd probably see a t rex out there.” “he's tighter than a mole’s bum.” “if i speak louder, they'll understand better.” “I. GEORGE.” “i love my mom and she loves me. like a rock.” “you can do it baby” (said three times to an inanimate object in one day.” “1+1 and 1x1 are the same answer.” “i'm using two seconds. if you're a loser, you can use one.” “a football field is like one and a half acres.” “what does that look like for a complete clover look?” “it was a gimungous space bagel.” “because on the black market, your torso can be used.” “he's not donald trump. he is todd. but he's todd-did-well.” “back then, they had a thing called grass.” “what was romeo and juliet in new york called?” “there's many ways to skin a cat.” “thou shall not have a disturbance at the front desk.” “live for your GPA. worship it.” “and then antarctica, where i'm going to send you if you laugh.” “you're in space just hanging out and the earth just hits you!” “if you did google translate from math-ish to english…” “if i happened to be in space and the moon were plowing around, would it hurt?” “russia, i can see it from my winda.” “where’d korea go?” “their last name was broccoli. the stupidest name in the world.” “i'm gonna be the only child i should have been.” “i'm not going to go into gender classification for doorknobs.” “how the hell do you get a lamborghini? that's like, really expensive.” “i liked mary-anne. she was not. and then there was that one actress i hated.” “real, 100% plastic plants.” “do not write this. ‘mister [teacher] thinks he shouldn't be afraid of bombs.’” “you comedysportz kids will get this. *tells story about astronauts.*” “*jumps excitedly* THIS IS SO BITCHIN!!” “bouncy bounce-that's my terminology.” “how did the pound sign get to be called hashtag?” “and you go, ‘what does this have to do with the price of beans?’ and it doesn't have anything to do with beans, but it has something to do with this story.” “Physics is racist.” “This perverted cat...” “You put the lime in the....oh no, that’s the wrong song.” “You know it’s a trumpet. Why? Because it’s got a flag hanging from it.” “WE’RE GONNA GO TO THE YMCA.” “She was very, well...very.” “You don’t have to be able to sing because they've got autocorrect.” “Nothing says ‘i love you’ like cutlery.” “I’ve been lifting weights for six years now and i’m half an inch shorter.” “I don’t have a neck. My muscles are too big.” “Dude, i think i can explain the universe with my saxophone.” “I love you a lot, but today, fuck you.” “The most religious people i've ever met are atheists.” “They got eyes on the top of their head because they’re weird people.” “Do you actually have to USE the fancy ass mathematics?” “It’s winter. Y’all can’t see shit.” “Your brain bone...what’s it called? SKULL!” “The definition of a cold is not snot!” “The first time you do heroine is the best. I don’t know. I’ve just happened to have met a lot of heroine addicts.” “I was making molten lead in the backyard.” “You know what dead people look like?” “Those of you who are pigmentally challenged.” “For a thousand effing bucks, i’ll wash their ass.” “So you invent liquid butter.” “You know what? We’re gonna kill china.” “The earth has gravity and it reaches out with these octopus tentacles.” “I want to meet Julius Caesar, but then I realized that was stupid.” "i know the moon's not a rabbit." "i never realized you could make a bridge explode." "i built a bridge that was the most bitchin ass coolest bridge i'd ever seen." "you know he's smart because he thought so much his hair all fell out." "nowadays we live in wussville" "[his name], you're going to hell." "maybe you've got a friend who's a drug dealer. they've got good scales." "i'm gonna make a flying buttress of a bridge." "spock wasn't people of color. he was green." "i hate bridges. me no do." "we have extendo-thing-o" "some of you have siblings who shoot up, so if you can get a needle, that helps." "it was the beginning of a life long love affair with this bridge." "if you're gonna trip out, don't do it in a tree." "you're not smarter. you're farter." "let's sit back and play the ukulele in a tree." "we'd go down to the bang bumpity bump." "*singing* i am so blue. i have. no clue. what shall we do? perhaps something new?" "the first picture is a fun. i know those of you who are anti gun are all upset but just deal with it a second." *spends ten minutes drawing a picture* *throws meter stick across classroom* "that's why we don't have glass on that cabinet anymore." "usually they don't offer loaded shotguns to six-year-olds." "you is fitty." "you know he's going fast. you know why? those lines are really long." "it's safer to fire guns in space." "at age six what the hell do you know about physics?" "do you feel physics?" "i have a brain ON my head." "you should not be looking up. you die." "there's a lot of possibilities. one is incorrect and the others are interesting." "all the kids were called mr. [his name]." "you eat, you piss." *talking about childbirth* "this is just like tug of war." "we went to this terrible store. it's called marshall's." "you still got beat up by some other group of kids. why? BECAUSE YOU'RE A DWEEB!" "Mom, i'm all fucked up. you should have made me play piano more." "let's pretend it's not true. it'll make me seem better. there was this dweeb..." "my fist is really upset with you." "how dare you? this is America. i can do whatever i want." "you know that's the problem? you're a selfish bastard" "life's good. the swedes win." "you can't, but if you happen to be a nerd at caltech, you can." "computers are very good at doing arithmetic." "we have a couple cross country losers here." *squats* "this is the answer to everything." "sue God." "it's all about having a 4.5 gpa and taking ap yoga." "winston churchill- who i love very dearly." "anyone who believes in seat belts is a wuss." "ever wonder why these old cars had gimungous trunks? it wasn't so you could put thirteen bodies in it and drive off." "i'm not trying to sound like an advertisement for swedish brains." "there are people like mr [name] out there. that guy's effing crazy." "the swedes. oh bless them." "i see this car coming straight at me at 70 miles an hour and i'm thinking 'what a nice car...'" "some religions are built on like gods and stuff. Thor..." "i can explain the whole world. i need calculus. i have to invent that first, but i can figure out the whole world." "we couldn't hit ships with beans with these things." "don't major in communications." "she's like a piranha." "why do you go to costco? ya loser." "i have a friend. he's a doctor. he's not stupid." "cool guys can spin the wheel with one hand.... i was told." "you're thinking, 'dude, physics.'" "youre sitting next to someone who's radiating gorgeous and you're like 'i'm radiating ugly.'" "why do you shop at wal-effing-mart?" "the way that God and Newton meant things to be." "that sounds stupid, but guys have never been good at deep thoughts." "you guys. better run fast because i'm gonna beat the bleep out of you." "oil companies are the modern day pirates." "they had discovered cocaine but it hadn't come to San Marino yet." "wow. you're a mr. negativity." “they put a godzilla level of give in there.” “with the exception of harvard, most colleges have an ethical standard.” *measures paper in megabytes* “sometimes my language is a bit salty.” “i apologize for biting your head off.” “there's just an achilles' tendon” “just taking cliff’s notes doesn't mean you know diddly shit about romeo and juliet.” “objects jump off of sharp pointy things.” “you could free range roam as far as you could range.”