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cakerybakery · 3 days ago

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Rabbits had a natural sway to their hips that enticed even those outside of their species.

Adam was an exception to this hard fast rule of nature. He stomped where others of his kind glided with a natural grace. Banging into things his siblings and even his sons had a natural talent for avoiding.

He was crashing his way through a tight spaced open market when a small naga male popped up in his path. The snow white creature with light golden markings cocked his head curiously. He waved and moved his hands, gesturing at Adam.

“Sorry,” Adam shook his head. “I don’t know much sign language.”

“Oh!” Snake perked up. “Your voice is deep.”

Adam nodded. Despite the stereotype, nagas weren’t deaf, they just couldn’t hear high pitched tones very well because they didn’t have external ears or eardrums. It was difficult for them to communicate with a lot of species that tended to speak in higher tones. Rabbits included.

It had caused a great deal of issues between the species in the past. Along with just generally not speaking the same language, rabbits tended to have higher pitched voices that were difficult for nagas to hear.

And of course verbal communication in the naga traditional language is limited. Using primarily scent or vibration and body language, something impossible for most other species to learn completely. Rabbits, of course, had their own language of scent and body movements, but they were more subconscious and engrained. Even if Adam didn’t speak the Northern Continent Common, he could still communicate with a rabbit from there nearly as well as one that spoke the Southern Continent Common. Nagas were more solitary and their language was more deliberately developed.

Most of the naga patients Adam spoke with at the hospital had trouble communicating in their traditional language with other naga outside of their specific subspecies due to dialect differences. There can be some overlap, but you could also insult someone asking where the bathroom is.

Sign language became standard and most naga were trilingual. Speaking their own dialect, sign language, and common.

Most other species only spoke their own and the common for their region.

Adam had learned some sign language to explain basic things at the hospital, but he wasn’t fluent. Luckily his voice was deep enough for naga to hear him speaking common without difficulty.

“I was wondering if you could see someone over the crowd.” The naga asked. “I’ve been separated from my daughter and there are too many scents and vibrations for me to pick her out. She’s with a hawk girl. Uhh, they’re sixteen. Oh! And she looks like me, but with long hair.” The man was so hopeful looking that Adam couldn’t help but want to help.

He was taller than most rabbits, often confused for an alpha even though those are rare among his species, and taller than most other species as well.

Adam scanned the crowd. His eyes suddenly focused on a blonde haired young woman with white skin. Another young woman she was with had distinctive light gray or perhaps silver featherings of a hawk.

He’d never seen that colouring before, usually the grey was deeper.

“I think I see them.” He held out a hand. The naga’s torse was small, but his tail was long. They might move faster through the crowd if he carried the man. “Did you want to hold on so we don’t get separated?”

The man hesitated a second but nodded and took Adam’s hand.

Adam pulled him up so he could sit on one of Adam’s shoulder’s and wrap his tail around the other one so it looped Adam’s arm loosely and the tip tucked back over the man’s hips. He had sharp nails and clung as gently as he could to Adam’s t-shirt.

Moving through the crowd, most people scampered out of the way and Adam made good time.

Lucifer dropped his tail to the ground with a light thump. Smacking it in a few quick sessions but the girl didn’t seem to be able to hear the vibrations.

Pausing, Adam thumped his large foot in the same pattern. The girl froze. He did it again and he saw her duck down. Adam did it again, which confused the rabbits around him as they looked for possible danger or what he could be upset about, and the girl popped up again, swivelling in their direction. She waved and moved her hands.

Adam didn’t catch most of it. “Father” “you”, then “come here”. Adam moved towards them and when they got there the man got down and the two let out a flurry of signs, the hawk girl added in a couple here and there.

“Charlie says thank you for finding her dad and us.” The hawk girl said looking up at him. Her voice was a bit high pitched and that explained why Charlie and her father were using sign language with her.

“It’s no problem.”

“Oh!” Charlie put her hand to her chest and look startled. “You have a deep voice!”

“I get that a lot.” Adam chuckled.

The man cocked his head a little at Charlie, “what?”

Charlie had a bit of a higher pitched voice, certainly higher than her deep sounding father, he seemed to not quite get everything Charlie said.

She lowered her voice and repeated herself.

“Oh!” The man nodded. “Yes, he does.”

The watch on the man’s wrist vibrated and the man looked at it. “If you’re not busy,” he turned to look up at Adam, “can I thank you with a free lunch? I know a buffet around here that caters to all sorts of diets.”

Adam wasn’t in a hurry. He was just checking out the open market as something to do on his day off. To get some sun since he mostly works the night shift at the hospital. “Sure. That buffet won’t see me coming.” He patted his round stomach, never having bothered to lose the baby weight from carrying Cain nearly a decade ago. Back when he was young and married.

“Excellent.” The man’s eyes widened suddenly. “Oh! I just realized. I never even bothered to introduce myself or ask your name.”

Holding out his hand for the man to take, Adam told the man his name.

Grasping it, and pumping their hands together for a second, the man replied. “Lucifer. Lucifer Morningstar. This is my daughter Charlie, and her girlfriend Vaggie.”

They exchanged pleasantries and as they walked through the crowd Adam clasped Lucifer’s shoulder to avoid getting separated.

Lucifer smiled up at him, genuine and bright, and Adam returned the smile.

His heart gave a flutter and Adam fought the urge to fuss with Lucifer’s hair.

Biting back a sigh, Adam was glad nagas were all betas and Lucifer wouldn’t be able to tell that a little crush was starting to form in Adam’s heart. His pheromones were way different than that of a naga.

Being a rabbit, Adam tended to develop little crushes fairly easily. A shared look was usually all it took. Mostly they passed quickly as the other person didn’t catch on and thus didn’t signal back their interest. The few that did were other rabbits and those relationships ended quickly as they wanted different things.

Adam was monogamous, most rabbits were poly. Four to five adults in each family unit were normal. It was hard meeting rabbits that didn’t want multiple partners and large families.

To be honest he kind of wanted a small family. Only six or ten kids instead of the fifteen or twenty in most rabbits were homes.

So he wouldn’t mind finding a new partner, but if he never did have more he was fairly content with his two boys.

Cain he carried, as his ex wife, Eve, carried Abel. Bit of an accident there and they were lucky both boys were singletons. Multiples were far more common. The boys already had two sets of twin siblings from Eve and her new partners.

It was useless anyway.

Naga were solitary, even in family units. They didn’t form mating pairs outside of their breeding season. The kids going back and forth between parental homes until they became adults themselves.

Still, he knew naga had two dicks. Adam got a little excited at the idea of having two cocks in him. Rabbits only had the one, but they could certainly accommodate two easily. Most multiples had different sires.

When they made it out of the crowd, the girls felt safe going ahead a bit. Charlie wrapped her arms around Vaggie’s arm and the girls giggled a bit as they spoke in a higher pitch to keep Lucifer from hearing them flirt. Unfortunately for Adam. He could easily hear it.

He had to tune the girls out as they whispered sweet nothings to each other.

Instead he checked out Charlie’s tail as she slithered on the ground. It was rather short, so she was a girl. The name threw Adam off. It didn’t help that all naga wore skirts. Tail length and females having small breasts that secreted milk for the first few weeks before their young were able to eat meat, were the only outwardly difference between the sexes of naga.

But he was hardly one to talk. The only real difference between male and female rabbits was that males were a little more pear shaped and female more hourglass. Being almost all omegas they were both capable of impregnating and being impregnated. Only the alphas had a pure distinction. With males only able to impregnate and females only able to be impregnated.

Their young were also fast growers. Switching to plants after a few weeks when they started to crawl and their teeth came in.

“What are you thinking about so hard?” Lucifer asked.

“Uhh,” he couldn’t easily come up with a lie and so settled for a half truth. “Babies.”

Most people assumed rabbits were all about mating anyway.

“Oh!” Lucifer looked surprised. His eyes widened a bit. “Do you have kids?”

He nodded. “I’m the dam to my son, Cain. And sire for my boy Abel.”

“Rabbits are all omegas, right? Naga only have the one set of sexes, so I’m not really sure how to tell that sort of thing apart. For the most part it can be hard to smell people apart. Which sounds really awful when I say it out loud.” Lucifer gave a forced awkward chuckle.

It was cute. “Mostly. Alphas make up about five percent of our population. So most family units have a one or two, but omega is far more common. And I know what you mean.” Adam gave him a reassuring smile. “Scents are pretty unique to each species and it can be hard outside of that species to tell what each scent means so it find of just all blends together. In the hospital I can’t even tell there are other rabbits around because of all the smells.”

Lucifer brightened up at that. “You work at the hospital?”

“Yeah.” He nodded. “I’m a nurse in the labour and delivery unit at the central hospital. So I’m pretty good at sniffing out pregnancy in a bunch of different species, but that’s about it.”

“Well, that sounds useful for your job.”

Adam laughed, “if they’re coming into labour and delivery, they better already know they’re pregnant, or they’re in for a hell of a surprise.”

Lucifer’s flushed and his cheeks turned bright red under the faint yellow markings. “I guess, I hadn’t thought of that.”

He was cute when he blushed. Adam tail twitched, and he could already smell himself getting wet.

It wasn’t a myth that rabbits were always in heat, they just didn’t ovulate until after sex. So Adam got wet at the drop of a hat, but so long as he took precautions he could let that little snake fuck him silly and be fine.

Every rabbit he came across would be able to smell him, but it was rude to assume that just because someone was ovulating they wanted you to fertilize them.

On the other hand, it would be nice to have babies in him again.

Adam didn’t see many hybrid babies. Not across species anyway.

Eve’s family had been from the Southern Isles, her symmetrical black and orange hair and straight up ears were beautiful. He’d always felt a little plain with his Western Contient brown and lop ears.

Lucifer was gorgeous too. Adam had never seen such coloured patterning before. If Adam had to guess he’s say boa or anaconda, both from the Southern Continent. Maybe a mix?

What would their kids look like?

“Still thinking about babies?” Lucifer asked and it was Adam’s turn to blush.

The girls got to the restaurant doors before they did and went inside.

“I was thinking what a snake and rabbit hybrid would look like.” Might as well flirt a little. No harm in it.

Lucifer’s tongue flickered and he gave Adam a smirk. “Is that so?” He looked Adam up and down with an appreciative look, and then sighed. “Can’t say I’m not flattered but from what I know about rabbit culture, we’re probably not compatible long term.”

“True.” Adam nodded. “Guess we’re dodging a mutual bullet. I’m monogamous and want to marry one partner and have kids with just them.”

Freezing with his hand on the door, Lucifer looked up with wide eyes. “Me too!”

“What?” Adam was sure now he was the one with hearing problems. “I thought naga were solitary?”

“Usually!” Lucifer looked excited and his tail kept curling as he coiled in place. “I’m a little, uhh, weird by naga standards. I thought rabbits had like three or four spouses?”

“Usually. I’m a little weird by rabbit standards.”

Lucifer open the door and held it open for Adam. As Adam walked in he considered trying to sway his hips like other rabbits did effortlessly, but didn’t want to embarrass himself so he did his usual heavy footfalls and let his tail flick with interest.

Brushing against Adam, Lucifer nuzzled his cheeks and head against him.

“You flirting?” Adam asked.

“Only if your tail flicking is.”

“It is.”

Lucifer smirked. “Who says cross species language is difficult? You certainly picked up fast that I was trying to signal where we were to Charlie.” A hand took a firm hold of Adam’s amble backside. “And I might not be able to tell your pheromones apart, but I know horny when I see it.”

Adam swatted away the hand before the girls spotted them.

“I’m off on Thursday. How about we undouble and have a date?” He whispered low and quiet.

Vaggie still looked back over at them from the counter, slightly confused.

He shut his mouth until Vaggie’s attention was caught by Charlie.

Lucifer kept his hands to himself during lunch and they exchanged numbers after.

Adam had barely gotten around the corner when he got a text asking where he wanted to go for their first date.

#hazbin hotel adam #hazbin hotel lucifer #adamsapple #adam x lucifer #guitarduck #mpreg #modern animal a/b/o AU #Odd Ones Out AU

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hauntedrain · 3 days ago

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Frat boy!Luigi x gothic!reader hc???

Frat! LM x Gothic! Reader

✮▹A/N: I hope this is good. unfortunately Its been a while since I've written anything. Also this feels kind of vague because of all the different subcultures and stuff, but also general reader yk? anyways enjoy! NOT EDITED.

Okay, I'm starting this by saying that personally, I don't see frat Lu as some typical jerk frat boy (I mean, look at the photos; it looks like a bunch of nerds hanging out), but anyway...

He would be immersed in your style and interests. He wouldn't necessarily act like it's abnormal but most certainly would be new to him.

He would sit and listen to music with you, trying to learn about the music culture, and might even make a playlist so he can play that for you when you guys hang out.

Would wait and sit while you do your makeup, especially if you're doing trade goth, and ask you about literally every step of what you're doing and why. (Lowkey asking too many questions, but you can't bring yourself to be annoyed because he's just being curious and cares.)

He would be like those cats in the "I'm a girl with a boy cat doing ---". He's just enjoying the entertainment. I also think that frankly you could convince him to let you do his make up or let him try to do yours for fun (whether it turns out good or not is a completely different story however).

I think in regards to the first time bringing you around his frat brothers, he would be mildly shy about it simply because he knows that in general, the relationship dynamic brings attention. However, he would assure you that he isn't embarrassed or ashamed about anything.

Along with that, after establishing the relationship, I think he would kind of flaunt you around in general but definitely to his frat brothers and friends. He's all about you, and he wants others to know that.

This also goes back to how he and his frat brothers seem like just a bunch of nerds and them asking him how he started dating you and in general being baffled that he was able pull you???? And He's just like "no clue, I'm also confused."

Lowkey concerned if you guys are too different and if you would prefer someone similar to you and your style. If you have friends similar to your style and take the same interests as you, he would be kind of nervous when you're talking about something or someone he knows nothing about and start to form the idea that you would prefer him to like and be different so you guys could also talk about that stuff together.

Genuinely believe that he would ask on a random night while getting ready to go to bed after hanging out with friends if you think you guys are too different and if you would prefer someone more similar to you. This would then in turn lead you to explain that you don't mind being different in style and interests and he has nothing to worry about. But you do offer him the option if he wants, that you can show and teach him certain things, and he can do the same for his selective interests.

When getting ready, you would ask for his opinions on outfits and make him rank them. I think he would enjoy this sooooo much; he likes the different styles, layers, accessories, etc. However, at the same time, I think he would be stumped at what to choose because all are great outfits, and he doesn't seem to see what you say when you dislike or criticize the outfit.

Would like it when your makeup rubs off on him. I see him blushing if he realizes your lipstick or base comes off on him and getting all giddy about it. (He would also pretend he didn't realized it was there and keep it on until someone else mentions it.)

Would take you to frat parties and make you stay close to him to ensure that, 1.) you're safe, but 2.) that no one tries to take you from him. (low-key protective)

Gives you pet names that other people may find weird. I can see him using "my bat" and "my raven," to name a few. I also think along with the pet names he would reference couples in movies and TV for you guys. my personal favorite (obviously by my PFP) but Morticia and Gomez.

⭒❃.✮:▹A/N: sorry its not a lot! I have school and other requests to work on but still please send requests or thoughts, I will make a formal posts for requests if need be but just send them in my inbox for now! much love <3

#luigi mangione fanfiction #luigi mangione x reader #luigi mangione x yn #luigi mangione fic #luigi mangione thoughts #gothic! Reader #this nerdy man oml

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joyfulsolavellan · 1 day ago

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I don’t tend to post anything like this because I know the game was meant to be experienced in many different ways in regards to Solas. If you hate rant posts, just skip this one. 🙏 also, I don’t like the whole concept of the regret prison, but at this point it is what it is, hence…

I get really irked when people weirdly celebrate that our Rook is more skilled than Solas, somehow more capable than Solas because they got out of the fade prison while he couldn’t. Well, DUH. Of course we CAN get out, we did *nothing* that comes remotely close to all of the mistakes and messed up things he did in the past. Nothing. The only thing I can think of is choosing one city over another. The companions death don’t even come close because they did not happen by our hand. Rooks’s regret is surface level and not even truly regret. It might be guilt, it might be a sense of failure, loss, confusion, anger. But the deep regret that he lives with? No.

Not only that there is the strength of friendship that also seems to pull Rook forward to escape the prison. Solas at this point has nobody.

So I guess, while others hate Solas even more because he’s a loser who can’t get out, I think this should be the moment to see the deep tragedy of his character. A man who truly has lost any ability to forgive himself. And so he resorts to decisions that keep driving him further into the pits of hell.

I think this is where the whole „he mirrors” thing becomes so apparent. You either become the prideful one who celebrates his shortcomings and flaws or you take a step back and take this moment to truly understand how deep his regrets are. He is blinded by them. And it will need three crucial people to finally make him see that he can step away from this path of self-destruction.

#sorry i had to #solas dread wolf #tragedy #tragic #prideful #wisdom #spirit of wisdom #da solas

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sturniololuv08 · 3 days ago

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TreeHouse Chapter 6

"He was just a childhood best friend; they never really last anyway."

Summary: Sienna takes a trip down memory lane.

"A piece of my heart left with you."

⚠️This Fic Series will NOT be for people with triggers. This Fic Series will have very descriptive moments of abuse.⚠️

Please Read At Your Own Risk.

Sienna POV:

It couldn't have been him. There was no way, after all these years, he would reappear. He looked at me like he was looking right through me. His eyes were void. My Chris would never have eyes like that. The joy and life inside of him were so energetic it was almost impossible. That boy seemed saddened and dead inside.

"How come you never told us about him?" Julia asked as we walked to our following classes.

"He was just a childhood best friend; they never really last anyway." I tried to shrug it off, but the truth was I couldn't stop thinking about him. His hoodie was up, so maybe I had just imagined him to be who I wanted. Julia went to her class, leaving me behind with my thoughts. My next period was English. I debated skipping it because I couldn't focus much anyway. I just wanted to go home. I felt sick to my stomach. My parents would never believe me if I told them Chris was back. Was he... Was he back? I walked into class, and there, in the third row, next to the window with his hood up, was the boy again. We locked eyes just like on the bus. He slowly pushed his hood off of his dark brown, moppy head. His icy blue eyes, still cold, looked directly at me.

"Sienna." My vision was becoming blurry. "Are you okay? You look sick." I felt absolutely ill.

"No, I... I mean, yes. I am." I started to feel woozy.

"Please take a seat next to Christopher," the teacher said. I felt the name take every last breath out of my chest. My legs fell out from underneath me, and I felt a slight breeze as my body slipped through the air.

"Oh my god!" was the last muffled thing I heard before everything went black.

"Honey, are you okay?" I opened my eyes and blinked a few times. I was in a little makeshift bed with my parents beside me.

"We are right here, Sienna."

"Mom?" I started to sit up.

"The school called. Your teacher said you passed out at the start of class today."

"How are you feeling?" The school's nurse came in asking.

"I'm good." I took a deep breath and looked at everyone's faces. My mother's expression was the most worried.

"Why do you think you passed out? Have you eaten today?" The nurse asked. I knew it had to do with him, but I couldn't admit that, at least not to them.

"No."

"It could be some low blood sugar or low pressure, maybe." The nurse grabbed a cuff to latch around my arm. "Well, get you something from the cafeteria, and you should be good to go—unless you want to take the rest of the day off." Yes.

"Mom?" I knew if I asked her, with her worry, she'd say it was okay.

"She'll come home with us today." She stuck up for me. I couldn't be in school anymore. I had too many thoughts and questions about him. After all these years he pops up in school? Why? Most importantly, how?

"That's fine. I'll go email your teachers." The nurse smiled and walked to her desk. I couldn't understand why he looked just like Matt or Nick or why his eyes were void and emotionless. I wanted to talk to him, but I couldn't believe he was really him. My Chris left. He left me behind and never bothered to explain. My confusion was slowly turning into anger. The more I thought about the past and how long I held onto him, the more the anger bubbled inside of me.

"All set?" My dad asked the nurse.

"Yup. Try and get some rest Sienna." She smiled softly at me. I walked out to the car with my parents.

"You have never passed out before. Have you not been eating for a while?" My mom asked.

"What?" I was confused.

"Are you not eating to become, like, skinnier?" Dad tried to ask in a way I'd get it.

"What? No! I just missed breakfast today." I lied again. The car ride home was short.

"We have to go back to work. You gonna be alright?" Dad kissed my forehead while I lay in bed.

"Yeah. I'm just going to take a nap." I covered up.

"Make sure to eat something when you wake up." Mom left the door open a tiny crack even though I'd be home alone. I listened to them go and stared off at my wooden white door. I tossed and turned, just thinking about him. I sat up and looked out my bedroom window- the tree house. Surely, if it were him, he would meet me there. I got out of bed and slipped on my short furry boots. I gripped my phone in my hand and walked out the sliding glass door. I couldn't believe it, not until I knew for sure. Having the name Christopher could have been a complete coincidence. I also don't recall my Chris ever having any brothers. They never played Transformers and Barbies with us. I looked up at the rotting platform, neglected for years after I gave up. I felt a lump in my throat slowly forming. I gulped it down and gave the rope ladder a little tug to ensure it wasn't rotting. It was firm. I stepped on one rung and waited for the snap, but it didn't happen. I looked up again and sighed.

"Fuck this," I muttered, getting angry. Chris just disappeared and then suddenly reappeared, and for what? I started ascending the ladder until I got to the hole to enter. "Fuck him," I whispered angrily. I climbed up in the tree house. My eyes were closed. I was almost afraid he would be here. What would I even say to him? What would he say to me? I slowly opened my eyes and was instantly met with more disappointment. "Typical." I sighed. The inside of the tree house was dark. The weather-warped wood was molding and rotting in a few spots worse than others. The once bright pink fuzzy shag carpet was now matted and sun-bleached. All the vibrant colors I remembered were now ghostly grey versions of themselves. Everything changed the day Chris left. My whole life lost its color, and I was fine pretending up until now until he came back just to remind me of what he took when he disappeared. The lump in my throat breached the surface, and I let out a little sob. My eyes followed the emotional train I was riding being back in the tree house, our tree house.

I blinked fast a few times, feeling the tears slip a little quicker. Once my vision wasn't bubbly, I looked around again. I saw her. She was sitting in the corner where I had left her that night. I crawled over and picked her up. I pinched her pink frilly dress. I looked at my attire and noted that the plaid pajama pants and white shirt I changed into for the nap I was supposed to be taking right now didn't match. My tears started falling again. I tasted the salty, warm water on my lips. I threw her hard to the other side of the tree house. "Why did you leave?" I cried a little louder. I heard a strange buzzing noise and immediately closed my mouth and halted my sobs. I glanced around to see a Transformer struggling to light up. I crawled over and picked it up. I noticed my Barbie, who disturbed Bumble Bee's slumber. I picked her back up, feeling instant guilt for throwing her. Nine-year-old me would have never mistreated her like that. I clutched them both to my chest and continued to cry. "Please, be him." I quietly sobbed to our childhood toys. "Please be my best friend."

A/N She did it. She went back.

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blushingdread · 1 day ago

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((Thank you for answering! I love your take on Oppy and Hero. Adorable!!! 🥰))

Ok, one more question, and I'm done! Promise!

Now, Cold is, of course, deeply detached from emotions. But emotions are sticky confusing things. Cold (I believe) absolutely does care for the others and LQ. He doesn't care about dying because it doesn't really matter to him, and they seem to come back again anyway. It's a non-issue.

But what if the voices were all separate? What if death is permanent? And, what if it was someone he was close to?

Would he morn them? Would he pretend that it doesn't matter and sweep it under the rug with all other emotions he feels? Would he miss their presence in his life?

((This might be a bit disjointed, and I don't know if it even makes sense. I just like to think that Cold is low-key protective over the things and people he considers *his*))

No problem! I love rambling about my headcanons!! You can send me as many asks as you'd like, though I probably won't answer them quickly like I'm doing rn

I agree that Cold cares about the others, in Molment of Clarity when they were all saying things exactly opposite to how they usually are (I'm done fighting, my heart feels quiet, the fear is gone, ect) Cold says "I'll be free of all of you." Which implies that he usually likes them. Peek fiction. You get confirmation that he cares when he gets sick of them

I think the main reason he likes them so much despite... being himself is connected to the fact that Cold is most in tune with TLQ's godly nature. Something about that connection makes him loyal to them. The other reason is their free enrichment and amusing

Side headcanons, but think Cold would be the only one who would be like okay after getting his own body. Everyone else would kinda hate it. They're all so unused to being alone that I think it would freak them out. However, perma death would fuck him up. You mean to tell him that he has his own body and he can't even have some nice alone time with a hacksaw for fun?? There are so many things he can't try out now because they would kill him. He'd still be invested in trying a bunch of new things, but would be deeply annoyed at the limitation

As for the actual question. Would he mourn them? Show deep sorrow or regret for their deaths? No. I feel like he'd process death in a similar way that I do. When they first die, he skips straight to acceptance. I can see him saying something like, "They're gone. If we can die, then we eventually will. You should make peace with this fact." It's not like he doesn't care at all. He doesn't like the fact that one of them are gone, but death is final, its already over. At most you'd get a "What a shame." Out of him

Then, years later, and I don't mean like two closer to four, when he least expects it, he thinks something like, "Oh, they would have liked this." And it all hits him. He wouldn't cry or anything, hell I don't even think he'd really be sad, more like the absence of whoever died would suddenly become glaring and obvious, and it would annoy him. Primarily, he'd be annoyed that they're gone and annoyed at himself for being annoyed. Eventually, he'd settle back into acceptance, but this time, he's actually processed the fact that their gone and how he doesn't like that

(I think Cold would only get protective in situations like tMoC levels of trauma on the line. He doesn't want them to be that ever again. It makes them more annoying than usual and makes him feel powerless. -10/10, doesn't like it)

#i love Cold so much. hes the worst ♡#slay the princess #slay the princess the voice of the cold #slay the princess voices #stp voices #stp voice of the cold #ask

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m-jelly · 2 days ago

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Forgive my sins - Chapter 3

Levi x fem reader

Levi learns the truth and fights with possessive and yandere feelings while you play his new pet very well.

Ao3

You slammed the car door and huffed, causing your hot breath to curl in the cold air. Before you, there was a simple-looking bakery with a few fashion shops, nerdy shops, and a place with plushies. People didn’t know that all of it was a front and behind them was one of many bases you and Viktor had. The money from the businesses was useful.

Viktor moved to your side and huffed. “You think we can manage?”

You hummed in thought. “I think we can. We’re the best.”

He smirked and walked with you into the bakery. “Positivity is good.” He grabbed two baked goods from the manager and handed you a hot-filled bun. “You can make anyone talk.”

You bit the bun and walked into the back. “Think it’s my stellar personality.”

He tapped a pattern with his power on a wall causing a sigil to appear and the wall to open. “It is rather lovely.”

You walked through the portal wall into the other side and paused as it closed behind Viktor. “Thank you. I would have been a bit sad if you didn’t like what I had to offer.”

“How could I not?” He walked down the hall with you as a mix of demons, humans and angels moved past. “You’re a peach. So, I wanted to ask you something.”

You hummed. “Shoot.”

He opened the door to reveal a man chained to a chair with blood coming from his nose. “You gonna reveal what you are to Levi?”

You released a long sigh and entered the room, which was pungent with blood, sweat, and urine. “Yes. I want to be honest with him. I also understand we need his help. Levi is powerful and special, but I don’t know why he’s so strong and special. It’ll be good to have him.”

Viktor smiled. “You’re right.”

A guard rose to his feet. “Nothing.”

“Leave it to us.” He finished his bun and threw the wrapper at the chained-up angel.

The angel grunted. “Fuck you, dickhead. You think I’ll talk!? I am strong! Lucian has blessed me!” He grinned. “I am…” He went quiet when he saw you. “Such beauty. You must be destined for Lucian.”

You smirked at him. “He doesn’t know.”

Viktor hummed as he observed for a bit. “Well, you do seem rather angelic.”

“I don’t know if I should be flattered or disgusted.”

Viktor laughed. “It’s a good thing. Means you’re pretty and approachable.”

The angel frowned. “I don’t understand what’s going on.” He shuffled and leaned towards you. “You have to get away from this beast.”

You eyed Viktor. “Beast, huh?” You looked over at the angel. “Why?”

“He’s a demon!”

You snorted a laugh. “Oh, sweet darling.” Your eyes went dark, a beautiful mix of black and red. “I am one too.”

He shook his head. “No, no you can’t be!”

You pushed your hair back and revealed your beautiful horns. “Sorry to ruin it for you, but I am a demon and we need something from you.”

He sank back in his chair. “I…no…I..”

You grabbed his face and squeezed. “Be a good boy and tell us where the gods are.”

He frowned a little. “The gods? They’re all in their homes in their lands.” He looked over at Viktor. “I don’t understand.”

You squeezed tighter. “You know which ones I’m referring to.”

He shook his head, he was even more confused. “No, I don’t.”

Viktor leaned closer. “The married couple. The ones who were deeply in love.”

His eyes widened. “Them? The ones you demons idolised because they were soft with you!” He laughed. “Gone.”

“Gone where?”

He shrugged. “Does it matter? They got in the way of Lucian’s mission. They protected that dirty demon Minerva. She is a whore, a slut and a disgusting-.”

You sent your smoke ability into him, his eyes turned black as you made him live through his worst nightmares while hearing your voice. “She was a survivor of his torture. He stalked her, touched her and tried to force himself on her. He did things to her that you all claim demons do. We’ve done nothing to you angels, but you keep on insisting on hurting us.” You smirked at seeing his tears. “How does it feel? Experiencing all our suffering must be a shock to the system.”

He shook. “Gods, forgive me. What have we done?”

Viktor leaned closer to the angel’s face. “Where are they?”

“I…I…they…”

“I’ll have to look into his soul.” He placed his hand on the angel’s back and sent his ability in. “Hmm…he barely knows a thing, only that Lucian had a meeting with them and after that meeting, they were gone.”

You glanced at your friend. “Are they dead?”

“No.” He pulled back and looked at you. “Alive, but hidden. Lucian appeared very powerful before seeing them and after he was weak.”

“He must have stored up power.”

You released the angel and sighed. “At least we know Lucian was the one who moved them.”

Viktor walked with you down the hall. “At least we know they’re not dead. They’re locked up somewhere.”

You frowned a bit. “Why did he get all that power?” The idea plagued your mind for a moment. The power that rolled off Lucian seemed almost godly. “Are we sure Lucian is an angel?”

Viktor paused in the hall. “Are you suggesting he’s not?”

“Something is off about him. I’ve never known an angel to command so many others, to have such strong charisma and have a lot of people swoon for him.” You leaned against the wall and crossed your arms. “Plus, he was shocked when he didn’t sway Minerva and was certainly confused by me too.”

Viktor rubbed the back of his neck as he considered your words. “It’s possible he is half angel. One of his parents must be a God, but why hide it? There are a lot of half-gods.”

“An affair?”

Viktor smirked. “Not surprised some God fucked around. For people who promote love and soulmates, they’re pretty bad. I think us demons are the only loyal ones.”

You couldn’t help but laugh. “You’re right.”

“You know what we have to do, right?”

You pulled a face a bit. “We need to get close to Lucian and to do that I either need to flirt with him, you work with him or we get someone on the inside.”

Viktor put his arm around you. “You know which one.”

You released a long sigh as you walked with your dear friend. “Levi is our best option. I don’t like the idea of using my soulmate.”

Viktor led you to your office and dropped into the big sofa, but he dwarfed it a bit with his size. “We’re not going to be using him if you approach this correctly. Confess what you are and let him lead this. Make sure you tell him how you feel about him but why you’re around and why we’re so angry. Let him choose what he’ll do.”

You sat on your desk. “And what if he says no to helping and decides to kill me?”

“I’ll save you before he does, we’ll escape together and carry on working hard like we’ve done before.” He released a long groan. “And I’ll let you date Lucifer. You could be happy and have a rather powerful kid.”

You smiled at the thought of a sweet child. “I could try and make it work with him. We’ll need to work hard on communication though.”

“I believe in you.”

You narrowed your eyes at him. “Wait, you think Lucifer and I are incredibly bad together 'cause you think he’s an ass sometimes, which means…”

He smirked at you. “I strongly believe in Levi. The bond you two have is like nothing I’ve ever seen before.”

You flopped back on your desk and stared at the ceiling. “You have so much faith and yet I’m losing all of mine.”

“You’ve seen a lot of horrors.” He got up and strolled over to you. “Plus, you have a shit ex.” He leaned over and looked down at you. “If Levi does not stand by you and tries to kill you I will cut my fucking wings off. I love Lucifer as a dear friend, but he is a shit partner to you.”

You giggled at your friend being so protective of you. You reached up and cupped his handsome face. “You’re the best.”

“I know.” He pulled back. “So, you going to message Levi?”

You sat up and sighed. “Yeah.”

Viktor perched his bum on the desk. “Maybe you should invite him to one of our shows.”

You pulled your phone out and smirked. “What, so I give the poor man a heart attack?”

“Don’t you want to see him all flustered and horny for you before you tell him you’re a demon?”

You giggled. “I guess so.”

Levi shuffled in his seat and felt nervous. He'd been getting rather close with you and now he had been invited to your show. He knew this meant seeing you in a new light and way. He wasn't sure what was going to happen, but he was excited.

He watched Viktor introduce the show, then others do their thing. Levi was still waiting for you. He still hadn't seen you at the halfway point. He listened in to the largely male audience and heard them mention you a lot. It seemed you were the popular one to see.

He returned to his seat and watched the show again. He perked up when you slowly descended from above wrapped in silk cloth. He marvelled as you used them to twirl around, you'd climb up them, then spin and drop a little. He knew you had to have incredible strength for those acrobatics.

Levi's breath hitched in his throat as the room became dark. You landed on your feet at the end, then your hummed laugh echoed through the hall. Levi grunted when shadows strapped him to the chair. He struggled and fought as humiliation took over from being tricked by a pretty face.

He heard you humming a song softly as the gentlemen slowly cleared out of the room leaving Levi alone. He clenched his fists and yanked up, but he was stuck. He looked up to see you walk forward as your body slowly changed. Black horns grew from your head and looked combed back. A black line ran from your bottle lip and down your neck. Your fingers became a little longer and sharper, as well as black. The black spread up your hands and halfway up your forearms. Levi hated demons, but he had to admit you were the most beautiful one he'd ever seen, even more so when your big black wigs burst from your back.

You hummed a laugh. "My, my Levi, I must say." You ran your hands up his and leaned your face to be level with his so he could see your sharp canines, little black scales on the edges of your face and demon eyes. "You have been the most enjoyable demon hunter I've ever come across."

Levi fought your hold on his heart. "Tch, you used me so you could kill me."

"Used you?" You cupped the side of his face. "I didn't. Our moments together were real and full of heart."

"You have no heart."

You pulled back, then let out a long sigh. "The problem with you hunters and humans is you get everything wrong about us demons."

He lunged for you. "You kill innocent people!"

You flicked your finger up making Levi go up and be strung up by his wrists. You ran your hands up his sides and hummed in delight. "I don't kill innocent people. Demons don't kill innocent people. We were put here to hurt and punish the bad. Your angels are lying to you. You, humans, punish the bad when they're alive and we do it in death, so why are we considered wicked and yet you can all do as you please and get praised?"

He huffed. "Fine, if you're telling the truth."

"I am. Demons cannot lie."

He sighed. "Fine. You punish bad humans, okay? So, why the fuck am I being asked to kill you all?"

You shrugged. "Ask your white-feathered asshole bosses. Maybe they hate the fact that the creators still love us demons. Maybe one of them is trying to hide the fact that he committed an awful sin against a sweet innocent woman. Maybe that angel wants power over everything and to make others his slaves. They got rid of incredible and wonderful gods.”

"You are being hunted because you’re stubborn. You take pleasure in hurting others."

You walked up to Levi and grabbed his jaw in your hand. "Would you follow an angel who abused a woman because she wouldn’t love him?”

Levi groaned. "No."

You ran your thumb over his bottom lip. "Now you're getting it."

He sighed. "So, is this the part where you kill me?"

You hummed a laugh. "No. I'm not going to kill you. I'd never kill you. I like you a lot, Levi. I don't see you as a toy. I see you as a wonderful man. You’re my soulmate."

"So, why am I tied up like this?"

"A few reasons." You smirked. "One, you look great like this. Two, so you would listen to me without trying to kill me and three..." You slid your arms around him and nuzzled his neck. "I want to explore your tempting body." You pulled back and let him drop to his feet. "But! I will resist the temptation."

Levi stood up and clicked his neck. "I could kill you."

You sat down on the edge of the stage and smiled. "You could, but then you would miss out on a great deal."

"A deal with a demon?"

You hummed a laugh. "I know, I know, but trust me on this it doesn't involve your soul. I want to help you on your mission. I'm bored of this whole dancing and sexy stuff. I want to help you stop naughty demons, as well as some angels."

"I don't kill angels."

You smiled. "Not yet."

He let out a long sigh. "Why exactly do you want to help? It can't be just boredom"

You stretched your arms above your head and moaned. "Boredom and the fact that there is something deeper going on. Aren't you curious?"

He stared at you for a while. “You lied to me all this time. You lied to me about what you are, who you are.” He walked closer to you. “Who are you exactly?”

Your eyes little as he touched your horns a bit. “I um…I’m an ancient demon. I’m one of the first few demons.”

“So, you’ve been around since the beginning of time?”

You smiled sadly. “Pretty much.”

He grabbed your neck and squeezed tightly. “I could kill you. Killing an original demon would do wonders for us.”

You gasped and gazed up at Levi. “It’d be a pleasure to die by your hands.”

His heart throbbed in his chest, it was impossible to kill you. He crashed his lips against yours, his tongue moving in a heated passion. He pulled back and released you. “Shit.” He panted a little. “You.” He gazed at you to see you were a shivering weak mess. “Do I have that much power over you?”

You mewled at him. “Levi.”

“I want to trust you. I want you.” He shoved you down onto your back on the stage and dove for your neck. He licked and sucked your skin making you moan as your soul tingled. The fire and desire in Levi were in overdrive, he could feel the connection and bond of love. “I want to devour you and possess you.” He pinned your wrists above your head with one hand. “How do I have you? How can I trust you?” He tilted his head as he studied you. “I know just the thing. Stay.”

You watched Levi walk out of the room. You slowly sat up and felt your legs shaking from arousal, you wanted his man so badly you felt like you were burning. You flinched when he returned to you, the way he walked right up to you was so powerful and commanding. You felt yourself drooling when he towered over you, you were hoping he’d praise you.

Levi slammed a case down on the stage next to your hip. He flicked his gaze to you as he opened the case. “Good girl for staying.” He held back a smirk when he saw your eyes light up. He looked down at the case to show two golden bands with sigils on. He placed one on his right wrist as he spoke. “You must really want me to trust you.”

You nodded. “I do, Levi. I really do.”

He put the other clasp around your neck. “A collar. This binds us together, places me in control and stops you from running. A magical tether will appear if you try and run. You can’t use your powers unless I let you.” He eyed you. “You’re no longer in demon form because of this.”

You reached up and touched your head and then the collar. “I’m like a pet.”

“A pet that kills by my command.”

You purred and leaned up towards him. “I like it.”

He studied you for a bit. He summoned the line between your choker and his bracelet before yanking you against his body. “Be a good. You will be punished if you don’t.”

You dropped to your knees and pawed at his crotch making him blush. You looked up at him through your lashes. “I swear my loyalty to you. I’ll do anything you ask of me…” You licked your lips and smirked. “Master.”

Levi went bright red. “Tch, brat.” He held your chin. “If I’m going to try and investigate this angel thing and the missing gods I will need you with me, right?”

You nuzzled his pelvis and hummed. “Yes. I can help you. Plus, people will be in awe of you. You’re so strong to have an ancient demon at your beck and call.”

He grunted as he felt arousal throb through him. He moaned your name. He reached down and tangled his fingers in your hair before tugging back your head a bit. “You…” He huffed a bit. “You can’t be in your demon form or human the whole time. Sometimes I’ll have to sneak you into meetings about the order and missions.”

“Oh! I can become a cute kitty.”

Levi flinched when you turned into a black cat with a cute golden collar. “Impressive.” He scooped you up. “This will work.”

You purred. “Hold me close.”

Levi hugged you a little. “I guess you have to live with me. Try and be a cat most of the time.”

“Yes, Levi.”

Viktor cleared his throat. “Is that because she’s so beautiful in her human and demon form?”

Levi went red because Viktor was right, you were so stunning and attractive that having you as a cat made it easier for him to deal with you. “Are you here to kill me?”

“No, I was here to protect her. If you chose to kill her I was going to save her and help her get back with her ex.”

Levi clenched up. “Ex? Who?”

Viktor liked the jealousy in Levi, it looked good on him and it was just the right kind that you would like that would leave to a lot of passion. “Lucifer himself.”

He gritted his teeth and looked down at you. “Do you love him?”

You purred at Levi. “I had strong feelings for him and there was some love.”

“Human form, now.”

Viktor chuckled. “I’ll leave you both alone.”

You jumped out of Levi’s arms and turned into your normal form. “Yes?”

He yanked you against him by the golden thread. “Listen here.” He moaned your name as his hand ran up your back. “You will never go back to him. You’re mine.” He bit your neck and sucked on your skin. “Remember that.”

“Y-Yes.”

He pulled back and sighed. “Home.”

You’d been living with Levi for a few days now, mostly in your cat form. Most of the time he was out of the apartment so you were left alone to your own devices. So, you spent a lot of it catching up on sleep. When Levi was out, you’d be in your human form and do a lot of things around his massive apartment. It was rather funny when you moved around and people saw you because most assumed Levi was single and would never have someone in his life.

Your heart did hurt a little because Levi was so used to you being a cat that he didn’t see you as a person anymore, you were a pet and you just accepted it. The mission to stop the angels was clearly on hold. It hurt a little to feel forgotten and being left with your thoughts and feelings hurt, all you could think about was the gods. The two that were missing treated you like their own daughter, so their absence hurt so much.

One night, the pain of it all was too much and the scar around your neck hurt. You curled up on the sofa in your human form, weak form your heart and head. You softly sobbed and prayed a little to the gods you saw as parents hoping that maybe they’d hear you this time, but you knew there was no chance. Being strong all the time for others draining.

As you lay there softly praying and crying you were unaware that Levi had left his room. He’d paused a moment and listened to you. He felt his heart breaking a little for you. You’d been here for days, but he’d been neglecting you all this time and it seemed like you were really in pain. He entered the living room and saw you’d passed out asleep.

He crouched next to you and carefully brushed your hair from your face to see the tears on your cheeks slowly drying. He wiped them away before kissing your forehead. “Forgive me.” He scooped you up into his arms and carried you into his bedroom. He gently lay you down and tucked you in. “I’ll treat you a little better from now on.”

You opened your eyes and inhaled deeply. You’d cried yourself to sleep and dreamt that you were lovingly held. You rolled onto your side to see Levi was sleeping next to you. You reached over and lightly caressed his cheek. You shuffled a little closer as you felt drawn to him. You hummed a bit as you felt the connection between the two of you was strong and beautiful.

Levi grabbed your hand and gazed at you. “What are you doing? You planning on killing me in my sleep?”

“I would never.”

He turned your hand and licked your wrist before chomping down. He sucked and kissed as he locked eyes with you. “Because you’re a good girl.”

You whined a little. “Y-Yes.”

Levi rolled onto you and pinned you against the bed. “I’ve been thinking.”

You whimpered. “You have?”

“About how I’ve been treating you recently. I’ll do better.”

“Levi.”

He knelt up between your legs. “These gods mean a lot to you, don’t they?”

You looked away from him. “They were like my parents.”

“You must miss them.”

“I do.”

Levi climbed off you. “Come on.”

You slipped off the bed and followed him. “Yes.”

He glanced back at you. “No more sleeping on the sofa.”

You frowned. “Where do I sleep?”

“In my bed so I can keep an eye on you.” He glanced at you. “You’re unpredictable.”

You flinched a little. “Me? I’m very well-behaved.”

He hummed as he walked closer to you. He grabbed your face with one hand and wiggled a bit. “Really? Are you sure about that?”

You mewled a little. “Well…I mean…” You pouted in his hands. “I try my best.”

He sighed as he ran his thumb over your bottom lip, his eyes fixed on his actions. “I just want to kiss you all the time.”

You gripped his shirt and pressed yourself against him. “I want that.”

He tilted his head and leaned closer to your lips. His warm lips lightly brushed your soft ones but the voice of reason called out to him, you were a demon and he had a mission he’d dedicated himself to. “I need you on a mission soon.” He pulled back and released you. “You’ll do as I say, correct?”

You nodded. “Yes. You’ve nicely let me live and let me speak about angels and the gods, so I will assist you when you need it.”

He picked up his tablet and glanced at you. “Even if it means killing a demon?”

You clutched your chest a little. “The people you hunt are bad demons, ones who are sick so it’s fine.”

“Are there angels like that?”

You nodded. “Of course. Humans get sick, right? So there are sick angels and gods.”

Levi walked over and handed you his tablet. “Our target.”

You studied the notes and watched the video to see a rather sick demon. You smirked a bit because it was incredibly weak. “Piece of cake. I could rip his soul out in my sleep.” You held the tablet away from Levi when he reached for it. “What do I get if I kill this thing for you?”

“I don’t kill you. That’s reward enough, right?”

You hummed a laugh. “Really, Levi. If you wanted to kill me you would have done it by now.”

He narrowed his eyes at you. “You’re dripping with confidence right now.”

You smirked. “I have to keep you on your toes. Sure you’ve seen me a weak and submissive mess, but we’re talking about a reward and me killing. I enjoy ripping things apart and using my powers. So, this is fun for me.”

He growled a little. “What reward do you want?”

You licked your lips as you eyed him. “I want to see you with your shirt off.”

He blushed a little. “That all?”

“Yep.”

He released a long sigh. “Fine. I’ll even call you a good girl. If you’re as strong as you say and rip his soul out easily I might even let you touch me.” He grabbed the tablet back and walked you to the door. He was sure there would be a bit of a fight. “Cat form, now.”

You jumped and landed on your paws. “Ready.”

He scooped you up and sat you on his shoulders. “Behave.”

You purred and snuggled happily around his neck. “I will because I’m wrapped up in your scent. You might not like me because I’m a demon, but I adore you so much.”

Levi gulped hard and refrained from speaking. He adored you so deeply that it was impossible to describe. He wanted to be with you, but it was hard to reprogram his mind that demons weren’t scum of the Earth. Hearing that demons were bad was all over the place. Levi grew up with it on posters, on the news, in movies, on TV shows and even people talking about it.

He moved you to the passenger seat and sped off to where his target was. He glanced over at you to see you were curled up sleeping soundly on the seat. He felt love and desire inside him. All he could think about was you in your demon form, as well as you lying in bed next to him this morning. He wanted to hold you, kiss you, make love to you, devour you and keep you locked up in his home and let no one touch you.

He pulled up to the mansion the demon was living in. “We’re here.”

You stretched and yawned. “Mm, good.” You placed your paws on the door and looked out the window. “Oh, yeah I can sense a darkness here, it’s not good.” You turned to Levi. “This guy has a god complex. You’ll probably find some dead humans in there cause he’s been collecting souls to make him strong.”

“So, he’s scum.”

“Yep.”

He picked you up and walked up to the mansion. “We’ll try to talk to him first.”

You nuzzled Levi. “Uh-huh.”

He huffed a bit before banging against the front door. “Agent Levi Ackerman, open up.”

You jumped out of his arms, pulled your back leg back and kicked the door wide open. “Whoops, guess the door is open.” You trotted inside and hummed. “Yeah, stinks like death.”

Levi stormed inside the mansion. “Get back here.” He felt incredibly possessive of you. He summoned the line between you and him and tugged. “Don’t go running off to some demon.” Your ex was a demon so surely you had a thing for them and would run back to one. Levi didn’t want to lose you, he could not lose you to someone else. You were his. “Brat.”

You squeaked when you were pulled back. “Relax, Levi. I’m just finding the demon for you.”

“Don’t run off to him.”

You hummed a laugh. “I won’t leave you for a demon.” You rubbed yourself up against his legs and curled your tail around him. “You’re too delicious.”

“HEY!” Both of you looked at a demon near the top of the stairs with patches of skin that looked rotten, along with some dried cracking blood. It was clear he was infected with something. “The fuck you doing in my house?” He eyed Levi’s uniform. “Oh, the demon hunter and a cat?”

Levi pulled out his dual pistols ready to attack. “You’ve been listed for termination.”

“I’d like to see you try.”

You walked forward. “Levi? Let me deal with him.”

Levi let out a long sigh. “Fine. You want your reward so much. I don’t think it’s as easy as you say.”

You turned into your demon form and smirked. “It’s easy.”

The sick demon panicked and said your demon name. “You!?”

You appeared behind him. “Me.” You slammed your hand wrapped in your whispy black and red ability allowing you to rip out his toxic and pustulous soul. You yanked out the soul and watched his body drop. “Do you have a container for this?”

Levi was in awe, you were sexy, beautiful, sensual, smart and so strong. He flinched when you moved closer. “Uh, yes I do.” He took a small device off his hip, pressed it and caused it to expand and pulse with a light. “Here.”

You pushed the soul in and sighed. “Kind of nasty this one. So, what do you do with these souls?”

“The angels deal with them.”

You tilted your head. “So, used for their own gain.”

He eyed you. “They probably try to fix them.”

You smiled at him. “You sure about that? Have you ever seen a fixed soul moving around?” You saw him gaze at the soul and a shadow cast over his handsome face. “I’ll go wash my hands.”

Levi gripped the soul container tightly, he was curious about what was going to happen to this soul so he thought maybe he would track it. The coldness of you not being right by him drifted into the room. The need to have you with him started to consume him. Levi had a partner before, but there was something much deeper to his feelings with you. He felt possessive and obsessive of you. He’d seen a similar love between his parents, but Levi’s seemed a bit more extreme.

He stormed through the mansion and found you in the kitchen scrubbing your hands and shaking a little. The want to grab you and steal you away disappeared when he saw you were in slight distress. He softly called your name. “You’ll scrub your skin off.”

You smiled a little as he took over and began drying your hands. “Sorry.”

“Did it bother you to take his soul?”

You frowned a moment. “No, I’m just worried that I might get sick from his soul.”

Levi squeezed your hands. “I didn’t like that you touched his soul.”

“Why?”

He softly spoke. “Cause I only want you to touch me.”

You smiled a little. “Levi.”

He slammed the cloth down. “I said it’s because it was dirty.” He sighed and studied you. “I guess I owe you a reward, huh?”

You grinned. “You do! Shirtless Levi and you said I can touch.”

“Once you do this you can’t do it with anyone else, understand?”

You gave him a cute salute. “Yes, sir!”

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starshower1215 · 1 day ago

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"[S]ince Kenny is such a bad person and also his relative, Levi's a bad person himself" I love this, it totally mimics the mindset of so many people in AoT. Not only that, but in Bad Boy, too, we see people treating Levi like he's worthless because he's the son of a prostitute. These social expectations depicted in the canon AoT world could just mean that in that scene, where the company ditches Kuchel and leaves Levi to rot, they laugh, hypocritically, about Levi's relation to someone as greedy as Kenny, and his relation to his mother, shaming him overall and saying he'll grow up to amount to nothing — if he grows up at all, seeing his chances of even staying alive. Though now that I think about it, I don't think Levi would be able to say something about blood not defining family at that age, at least not for himself. He'd view himself as worthlessly as the company tells him he is, on top of how Kenny treats him later on, and on top of his relationship with Kuchel in the back drop of the brothel. He would have to know directly that Small Hange is related to the company, yet doesn't want to be, in order to say that.

Going back to the beginning, Kenny's greedy and wants power so he can have compassion, whatever that belief is. Yet he also believes that only the strong deserve to survive. Maybe he and Kuchel were born in the Underground and offered a chance, for one person, to go to the surface. We see that Kenny has his Ackerman powers, but Kuchel doesn't, and that Kenny has some sort of sympathy for Kuchel given their sibling relationship. She's weaker, she doesn't have her powers, and she's his sister, he guesses, so Kenny lets Kuchel go up to the surface out of his own moral obligation. One less thing to worry about. Later on, seduced by the lure of power and money, Kenny meets the company and exposed the price of the tea set in Kuchel's possession, thinking, "If Kuchel's strong enough now, being up on the surface and all, she can keep it. If not, what do I have to owe her anymore? I did my part."

So, indirectly, Kenny is part of the cause of Kuchel's death. Damn, the family drama is crazy with this one.

Honestly, this timeline makes no sense, I'm still vomiting ideas, lol. It's a mess. And apparently we had different thoughts on the ages, I was confused this whole time thinking we were talking about four year olds, lol. That seemed to be Levi's age when Kenny found him, that's why.

I don't want to repost the piece of art, so here's a link to it.

But I love that drawing SO much: it's giving antique dealer Hange x antique-stuff-loving Levi vibes, who's trying to find an old porcelain cup just like the one that belonged to his mother or something like that 😭 I know, that's not even a trope but still, now I want this so bad!!

#attack on titan #hange zoe #levi ackerman #levihan #snk #aot #shingeki no kyoujin #storiesofaot🍮#long af post

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yourgamemasterthewhiterabbit · 4 months ago

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Of my 2% capacity to be attracted to anyone, my type is like 90% women, 5% pretty men and 5% men you would swear are super fucking manly, and never questioned being straight and cis, but are now suddenly *stressed* that they can't figure out why their attraction to me [fully socially interpreted as a woman and labelled that way up until relatively recently] feels incredibly fucking gay

#you are a straight man correct? Yes. Attracted to someone you view as a woman correct? Yes... But you are afraid that makes you gay?#Afraid is a strong word but also stop asking stupid questions #The end result is I tend to date a lot of men who either then realize they are women or bi or gay and I am there when they are taking out #the messiest parts of that on whoever they are with at the time #and on one hand it means I created a space that made them feel safe enough to self examine #but on the other hand I'm their last stop when the fallout hits #OR they just realize they find the expectations put on them for masculinity to be really oppressive even negligent or abusive #I would say I need to adjust my strategy and stop trying to 'woo' men the same way I don't actually -flirt- with women #but I have already solved this problem by refusing to date ever again #The retrospective is funny though #The problem is I am attracted to men in a gay way and to women in a gay way but no one tells you the consequence of that and looking #like a pretty butch is that it really confuses the straight guys #Like why is this guy who's usually hmmm... as dom and masc as you would imagine suddenly in my lap and red and having entire feelings #about the way I am holding his hip? He doesn't knoww either and he's really pressed about it #And that thing messy lesbians do where they act jealous of you and also like they want to fuck you at the same time that looks like a red #flag from hell? Imagine dragging that out of unsuspecting straight guys -menTM-#They don't know why they are acting like that around me either but it's going to go one of two ways #either it will seem overtly threatening and aggressive to everyone involved including themselves or they'll have enough social sense #and tact to be playful about it but still not be sure if they are flirting or whether they like me at all #I have patience for one of those and unfortunately[?] it's the guy who's in my lap looks like he's being tortured and can't find his footin #not the guy telling me how much he's going to beat my ass at some game and I am going to like it or some macho bullshit #And I will be oblivious for the first 50% of it #because if there are gods they are cruel #He never realized he's actually the little spoon be nice and give him a minute #He can't tell me he likes me if he doesn't know he likes me but I opened a jar for him and asked him about his feelings and now he's warm #I actually ended up never dating many women at all because of weird lesbian mixed signals and things #At least not while they were women #I don't flirt or make friends I just decide that people are mine and start taking care of them [while respecting their autonomy and shit]#and I am starting to think this is how I make problems for myself #yes I am playing 5-d chess with gender and am now a he/they but it is not what it is cracked up to be

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smile-files · 5 months ago

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i continue to find ii3 baffling. why did they make it (this isn't to hate on the season, i'm genuinely curious)

#melonposting #this isn't meant to be ii neg by the way. i'm just confused about AE's writing choices #i don't remember if they ever said explicitly? at the very least i haven't heard an official answer #i don't think it was initially for any plot reason. my theory is that it's for the same reason bfb and tpot split #the episodes were taking really long to make and they wanted to go back to regular lighthearted uploads. which is understandable #so while ii2 was cooking they could still post new ii episodes with reasonable frequency #but that also raises so many questions #the biggest: why the hell is mephone here #seriously i know people like mephone but i'm sure having a different host wouldn't turn literally everyone off #and mephone hosting this show causes so many strange easily avoidable problems #like the screwy timeline. mephone ditches his show for what he experiences to be years and yet ii2 is continuing like normal #only a day has passed for them. why? maybe they'll try to explain it #in any event if ii3 had a different host this wouldn't even be an issue #but then they made ii3 really plot heavy for mephone which then ended up screwing itself over #the season justified itself as being mephone trying to escape from his problems #and he goes through character development to address all of his baggage and how much of a jerk he can be #that suddenly makes what seems to have been meant to be a lighthearted offshoot season into an imperative piece of his character (bizarre)#which would inevitably make his return to ii2 really weird cuz that would mean he had his redemption arc basically off-screen #but then they didn't even do that????? in the new episode mephone is still his old bastard self. nothing like late ii3 mephone #which means that they're effectively retconning ii3's plot out of existence. as it is ii 15 barely acknowledged anything specific from ii3 #but this in particular is especially absurd. ii2 can continue like normal only because they're acting like ii3 never happened #which is just insane to me. why even give mephone character development in ii3 to begin with???????#why does ii3 even exist????????????????????? his character development is literally the in-universe justification for the season #i'm so confused #i'm just glad ii2 can proceed like normal :thumbsup: but these are seriously some puzzling writing decisions

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no1ryomafan · 11 months ago

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Once again debating about the side mega man blog but regardless if I do make it or not, when I have the time I might make a whole long in depth post talking about the male ZX protags cause man while I have no idea how the tumblr fandom is I’m remembering some dumb takes with them so I think they deserve a proper breakdown to show “no they have character you fucking dumbasses”

#meg text #not gonna tag the fandom this time for my sanity tho #tbh I have too many bad takes that while probably aren’t universally agreed upon seeing them more then once concerned me #more specifically when it comes to this series it seems like people skipped it entirely or just mashed through dialogue #cause I cannot begin to understand why people think it has a “bland cast”#my brothers in Christ P&P are right fucking there as interesting characters #and prairie too!#but aside from the villains minus the ones I mentioned Vent and Grey have it the worst #it’s both a mix of “people don’t care for the story but like women so find them superiority”#or “people actually pay attention to the story but only for the females and clearly ignored the male routes”#I seriously don’t know which one between the two pisses me off more #the fact just because vents route is less emotional people ignore the fact he has a character arc #or the fact Greys story makes WAY more sense narratively then Ashe but people don’t care about him bc he isn’t funny #when greys story is built upon being confused and having subtle info dumps handed to him #and this isn’t to diss aile and Ashe bc I love them and overall think Aile/Grey the better narrative route #but it’s annoying to see this shit when both routes to their core are the SAME STORY just in different povs #(oh and when people say the girls should’ve been pair up together… you REALLY didn’t play greys route to understand why he’s paired w aile)

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emdotcom · 7 months ago

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My infatuation & subsequent obsession with media is often tied to the ways in which I am incapable of talking about them. Whether it's because of the abhorrent contents therein which demand too much; the incomprehensible nature of my feelings on the matter; the shoddy & underbaked construction; no matter what, there is always something within all my beloved interests make them hard (or even impossible) to talk about. Instead, I talk within myself in an endless echo of speculation & alteration, as a means to replicate the sounds of a room that is not so empty. I, on my own, (no matter how many of me I am in the moment,) will never be able to fully encapsulate the sounds of a room brimming with people, though, so I double down & try to chatter more, to make up my impossible deficit.

#em.txt #this was gonna have a conclusion but I don't have a good one.#because it's just an observation.#i love elfen lied. i would like to reccomend it to people but I don't feel comfortable doing so due to its content #i love bendy. I can't reccomend it to people because what's worth loving is found more in conversations you need to already #have a starting amount of knowledge on & there's no real means of being introduced into it if you have decent standards #i love blackjack. it was made in the 70s & it has SO many problems in it & it's good that that shit isn't perpetuated by a living fandom #but i still like it & i still wish i could talk about it #i love. post shift 2. the encyclopedic nature of its tutorials & odd mechanics are the very draw that make it so compelling to me #but to my knowledge are not made intentionally so -- they are overwhelming because a dev worked with these ideas for 4 years #until they no longer seemed hard to grasp to him & he simply couldn't see how intensive the draw is on somebody outside his own mind #until fnyaf fans clammored around this game he made & lauded it as a trainwreck until he quietly gave it away #to someone else to fix in his stead because he no longer trusted himself to make it into what people wanted.#picking apart the text was not an intended as a challenge but as a fellow bitch that fails to communicate #that requires a certain amount of looking behind or around words to be understood #i find the confusing way some of these details are transcribed to be so incredibly human.#but i see & understand why people hate the tutorials. i just think they have a different definition of fun than i do.#idk. Freddy's fans will sit down & digest like. midnight motorist or some shite but not night 1 ps2? why?

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pipermca · 5 months ago

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New AO3 Tag Wrangling Policy and the Transformers Fandom

Edit in the event people come back to the original post: Please do not email AO3 about this issue. See their response about this issue!

(This is a long one, folks, but I think it's important.)

A new tag-wrangling policy on AO3 has the potential to create some massive confusion and chaos in the Transformers fanfic community, with regards to fandom tags. There is a Reddit post about it here with a focus on anime fandoms, but I want to give some concrete examples for the Transformers fandom on why we DO NOT WANT this, and why I think it's a horrible idea.

The Problem

Basically, AO3 is looking to get rid of the "All Media Types" fandom tag across the board, either by dismantling them or just not maintaining them. The Transformers - All Media Types tag has been an all-purpose tag that you could select when your story doesn't fall into any one specific continuity. Additionally, all most (see below) TF continuities on AO3 are considered a subtag of the Transformers - All Media Types tag. For example, if you look at the link above for all works in the All Media Types tag, you will see fics that are also tagged ONLY with Transformers: Animated, because it falls under the All Media Types tag.

One exception: With the upcoming Transformers: One movie coming out imminently, there will likely be a big influx of stories tagged with Transformers: One. In fact, there are several already. However, it hasn't been linked to the larger Transformers - All Media Types tag yet. I wasn't worrying about it though, because I know these things can take time.

With information about this new tagging policy, however, I'm now wondering whether it'll EVER get linked to the All Media Types tag. If that happens, and when more continuities are developed in the coming years (since you know Hasbro loves creating new universes) this has the potential to cause massive confusion when looking for stories to read.

Searching for Stories with the New Tagging System

So let's say the All Media Types fandom tag isn't accurate anymore, because it no longer includes ALL of the continuities (such as TF:One). You will need to include ALL the Transformers continuities when browsing for TF fics.

How many tags is that? Well, here are all of the tags currently listed under the Transformers - All Media Types tag:

Note that this doesn't include Transformers: One since it hasn't been categorized yet.

You will potentially have to have 40 or more different fandom tags in your search, just in case the author tagged their story with something you weren't expecting.

This massively decreases the findability of a story.

Tagging with the New System

The email response from the Tag Wrangling group (see the linked Reddit post above) seems to be a bit flip in the response to the user's concern. "...encourages creators to tag with the media they intend."

While I appreciate what they are attempting to do, this policy change feels like a solution in search of a problem, especially in larger fandoms with multiple continuities, versions, and media types that are all cross-pollinated in both canon and fanon. While I'm focusing on Transformers fandom, imagine a creator in the DC comic universe writing a story that incorporates bits and pieces from a dozen different reboots.

For example, let's say that I am writing a fic about Ratchet. I am using the setting of the original G1 episodes, but I also am using the characterization of him as a bit of an old man grump. That characterization originated in the Animated continuity, but I want to incorporate bits of pieces of his other characterizations as well (old friend of Optimus from TFP, Ratchet ran a faction-free clinic like he did in the War for Cybertron series, he's got a Decepticon boyfriend like in IDW1 - or maybe even Cyberverse, etc.)

With this new tagging structure, I might potentially have to tag the story with ALL of those continuities. So instead of just slapping down the "All Media Types" tag (and maybe one other fandom tag that matches the characters as best I can), I'll have to analyze my story and try to figure out how best to tag for the characters I used.

And what if you're doing a completely AU version of the story? For example, a humanformers story, or merformers? Using the All Media Types tag along with a Alternate Universe - Human or Alternate Universe - Mermaid tag worked perfectly, since you weren't writing the story to fit into one specific continuity. But now, that might not be an option.

What To Do??

The first thing I would suggest is to contact AO3 (using the Feedback and Support page) and let them know (nicely) that you think this is a horrible idea. Give them some examples on how you use the All Media Types tag to find stories to read, or to help you tag a story. People outside of the Transformers fandom don't always appreciate how absolutely tangled the continuities can be with each other, and providing examples might help them see why this would be a really messy change.

Readers: Be aware that when you are looking in the All Media Types tag, it will no longer show newer continuities. And if AO3 starts dismantling that tag like they suggested they are doing, be aware that some stories won't show up in that tag like they used to. You can also create and then bookmark a custom search page that includes all 40+ continuities. REALLY annoying, but it's a workaround.

Writers: Until they start dismantling the All Media Types tag, ALWAYS ALWAYS tag your stories using Transformers - All Media Types... Especially for newer continuities. This will be especially important if you are writing a Transformers: One story. Right now, anyone who is only browsing the All Media Types tag will not see a story tagged only with Transformers: One. Make sure you're aware of how tags work and how they can affect the visibility and findability of your story.

Epilogue

Ugh. That's a lot of words for a long-weekend Saturday. And maybe I'm overreacting a tiny bit. But my work involves information architecture, and this change just absolutely baffles me. It's almost as though they want to make it harder to find stories. Considering that AO3 won a Hugo partially because of its fantastic tagging system, this change seems like AO3 is doing its best to shoot itself in the foot.

When you have a square hole, a round hole, and a rectangular hole… Yeah, you DO want each peg to go in the "right" hole. But if all of the pegs fit in the square hole, who cares? You got the job done.

I love you @ao3org, but please reconsider this change... Especially for IPs that are as old and are as varied as Transformers.

#ao3 #on writing #important #maccadam

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hxxsxxng · 6 months ago

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Past Wounds, Present Hearts P.SH

「Pairing」 : exbully!sunghoon x fem!reader

「Word Count」 : 10.5k

「Genre」 : smut, angst, somewhat fluff, college au

「Summary」 : you have felt resentment for sunghoon ever since the hell he put you through in middle school. now you find out he goes to your university.... and he's kinda hot?

「Warnings」 : MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!! mentions of bullying, lower quality of life due to bullying, self doubt, mentions of drinking alcohol, implied intoxication in some scenes, college parties, sunghoon calls reader petnames, kissing, sharing a bed, nipple play, fingering, titty sucking, handjob, sunghoon turns out to be a sweetheart, cum eating, falling asleep together, and more

「Authors Note」 : i originally intended for the story to have a different ending but i changed my mind half way though and it would have been too fast paced for the word count given, i will definitely make a part two if enough people ask! not proofread

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I hate him. The smug look on his face when I walk pass him in the main campus hall. All of the girls clawing on to his shoulder, begging for his attention without knowing what fucking loser he is. The way all of the professors are so impressed with him for doing practically nothing in class. Getting a full ride scholarship for basketball to this school. I have grown sick of it.

Park Sunghoon. The name still twists my stomach after all these years. Middle school was when my hatred started for Him. He was my middle school bully. Always teasing me in front of the whole class, or making comments behind my back. What hurts the most is that he doesn’t seem to care that he used to act this way, or maybe he thinks I have forgotten. The truth is, I will never forget. It sits at the back of my mind all of the time. The people who know me from middle school still view me as this ‘disgusting’ girl who was unlikeable, because of the things that Sunghoon would do to me.

It took years for me to build myself back up, so when I saw that he was planning on going to the same university as me last fall, I was more than worried. But this wasn’t middle school anymore. I can’t let him get away with treating me like an outcast who doesn’t deserve friends.First semester of university is always scary, I was always afraid to come out my shell and meet new people. I wanted to stay on top of acedemics. My best friend Yuqi was the complete opposite. Any opportunity she got to go out and party, she would be there. And, she would surprisingly maintain decent grades as well. Now that I think about it, I have never been a party goer, not even in highschool. Then again, there weren’t too many parties that either sounded interesting, or that I was invited to.

“Kappa Alpha is having a party this Friday, you in?” Yuqi suggested. She always gets the same response. “No, you already know I can’t, we have finals next week” I shrugged. “But Kappaaaaaa!” Yuqi whined, her voice getting higher every passing second. We were walking down the hallway towards our classes. A few students looked over, but quickly decided that they didn’t want to look any further. “I hear that Kappa Alpha has the best Christmas parties every year. You have to come” Yuqi insisted, grabbing onto my arm. I rolled my eyes. “Yuqi… You don’t actually think I’m going to attend one of their parties?” Yuqi gave me a confused stare, trying to read through my expression. “Why not?” “Sunghoon is in that frat, I’m pretty sure he lives in the frat house as well. You would catch me dead before seeing me step foot into that trashy hell hole” I explained, crossing my arm defensively. She knows how he treated me in middle school, she was there to witness it.

“What? He can’t be, out of all the parties I have gone to there, I have not seen him a singular time” Yuqi said with her eyebrows furrowed, putting emphasis into each word.. I tried to tell her that yes, he is the type of guy to hide out in the frat house and not attend, but she had no idea. After some debate, she eventually gave up asking me.

That night, I lay in bed, staring at the ceiling fan as it spun lazily above me. Yuqi's words echoed in my mind, mixing with memories I'd rather forget. The Christmas lights strung across my dorm room cast a soft glow, but they did little to brighten my mood.

I rolled onto my side, hugging my pillow close. Why did Sunghoon have to be here, at my university, in my space? It wasn't fair. I'd worked so hard to leave that part of my life behind, to become someone new. Someone stronger.

But was I really stronger if I was still letting him dictate my choices? I grabbed my phone, thumb hovering over Yuqi's contact. She was probably out somewhere, living it up like she always did. I envied her sometimes, her ability to just… exist without all this baggage.

"Maybe I should go," I whispered to the empty room. The words felt foreign on my tongue. Me? At a Kappa Alpha party? It was absurd.

I sat up, running a hand through my messy hair. Yuqi would be ecstatic if I went. And isn't that what college is supposed to be about? New experiences, stepping out of your comfort zone?

But then I imagined walking into that frat house, the pulsing music, the crowded rooms. And somewhere in there, Sunghoon. Everybody loving him not knowing the kind of cruel person he is on the inside. My stomach clenched at the thought.

"This is stupid," I muttered, flopping back onto my bed. "I don't need to prove anything to anyone."

But even as I thought it, I knew it wasn't true. I did need to prove something - to myself. That I could face my past, that I could exist in the same space as Sunghoon without falling apart.

I picked up my phone again, this time opening my messages to Yuqi. "Hey," I typed, then paused. Was I really doing this? My finger hovered over the send button as doubt crept in. But then I thought of Yuqi's excited face, of the possibility of actually enjoying myself for once.

Before I could change my mind, I quickly typed out the rest of the message and hit send. "Hey. About that Kappa Alpha party… I think I might go after all." I set my phone down, my heart racing. What had I just agreed to?Yuqi didn’t see my message until the morning, but I can only imagine her physical reaction after reading her written one. “Really???? I never thought this day would come. I promise you will love it!!!” my screen read. Her overuse of punctuation was telling enough about she felt. It was Friday morning, meaning that the party was going to be later in tonight. If I plan my time correctly, we can leave my dorm around 8pm, and I would have had all of the studying done that at I needed to do for the night.

I couldn’t help feeling nervous at the thought of attending a party with Sunghoon, but I decided that this may be the perfect chance to get to know him better. Okay, not ‘get to know him better’ but maybe this could finally give him a chance to clear the air between us, to apologize properly for everything that he did to me. But the chances of him apologizing are slim to none. When I see him in campus he seems to be the snobby type, unable to admit that they are wrong. Trust me, I have heard the stories going around campus.

I spent the rest of the day in a fog, my mind drifting between lectures and study sessions. The impending party loomed over me, a mix of dread and nervous anticipation.

By the time I returned to my dorm, the sun was already setting. I sat at my desk, attempting to review my notes, but the words blurred together. My phone buzzed - another excited text from Yuqi about outfit choices. I sighed, closing my textbook. There was no point in pretending to study anymore.

~~~~~

At 7:00, a knock at my door announced Yuqi's arrival. She entered with her usual whirlwind energy, arms full of clothes and makeup. "Okay," she said, dumping everything onto my bed. "Let's make you look amazing."

I eyed the pile warily. "Yuqi, I'm not trying to impress anyone. Especially not Sunghoon." She paused, giving me a soft look. "This isn't about him. It's about you feeling good about yourself. Now, let's start with this sweater."

For the next half hour, we sifted through outfits. Yuqi was patient, letting me veto anything too revealing or flashy. We finally settled on a soft, cropped sweater and high-waisted jeans - comfortable, but still party-appropriate.

As I changed, Yuqi chatted about her day, her excitement for the party. Her casual banter helped ease my nerves, reminding me why I'd agreed to this in the first place. This was about spending time with my best friend, not about Sunghoon.

We left my dorm at 8:15, the cool night air a welcome relief for my flushed cheeks. The walk to the frat house was short, but with each step, the butterflies in my stomach intensified. Music pulsed in the distance, growing louder as we approached.

Outside the house, we paused. Yuqi squeezed my hand. "You okay?" she asked, her voice gentle.

I took a deep breath, nodding. "Yeah. Let's do this."

We stepped inside, and I was immediately overwhelmed. The air was thick with the smell of alcohol and too many bodies in too small a space. Yuqi leaned close, "I'm going to get us some drinks. Will you be okay for a minute?"

I nodded, not trusting my voice. As she disappeared into the crowd, I stood there, taking in my surroundings. Groups of people clustered around, laughing and dancing. I recognized a few faces from classes, but no one I knew well.

And then, across the room, I saw him. Sunghoon, leaning against a wall, surrounded by his usual admirers. He was laughing at something someone said, his head thrown back. For a moment, I was transported back to middle school, hearing that laugh directed at me, mocking and cruel.

Our eyes met for a brief second, and I swear I saw something flicker in his expression. Surprise? Recognition? But before I could process it, someone bumped into me, breaking the moment.

I turned away, my heart pounding. What was I doing here? This was a mistake. I was about to head for the door when Yuqi reappeared, pressing a red cup into my hand.

"Here," she said with a smile. "It'll help you relax." I took a small sip, the unfamiliar burn of alcohol hitting the back of my throat. As we stood there, Yuqi chatting animatedly about the people around us, I felt myself slowly start to unwind. Maybe agreeing to come here wasn’t too bad of an idea.I was just starting to relax, the music and Yuqi's chatter creating a comfortable bubble around us, when I saw him approaching. Sunghoon, weaving through the crowd, his eyes fixed on... us? No, it couldn't be. But it was.

He stopped right in front of us, that infuriatingly perfect smile plastered on his face. "Hey, Yuqi," he said, his voice smooth as ever. Then his eyes slid to me. "And Y/N,… it's been a while, hasn't it?" I felt my body tense, my grip tightening on the red cup in my hand. Yuqi glanced between us, her eyes wide with surprise and a hint of concern. "Sunghoon," I managed to say, my voice coming out colder than I'd intended. But then again, why should I care? He seemed unfazed by my tone. "I didn't expect to see you here. You're not usually the party type, right?" The casual way he said it, as if he knew me, as if we were old friends catching up, made my blood boil. How dare he act so nonchalant after everything? "People change," I replied curtly. "Not that you'd know anything about that." I avoided eye contact. I saw Yuqi wince beside me, but I couldn't bring myself to care. Sunghoon's smile faltered for a moment, a flicker of... something passing across his face. Confusion? Hurt? Good.

"Right," he said, recovering quickly. Looking down at the ground with a half smile, he takes my snarky response as a que to leave. “I’ll see you around, (Y/N)” he scoffs and walks away.

“He is such an asshole” Yuqi complains, rubbing my back as a way to try to comfort me. “You responded well” I watched Sunghoon's tall, muscular figure get lost in the crowd, a mix of emotions swirling inside me. Part of me felt satisfied with how I'd handled the encounter, but another part felt... unsettled. I took a long swig from my cup, hoping the alcohol would dull the conflicting feelings. "Thanks," I mumbled to Yuqi, grateful for her support. She gave me a reassuring smile, but I could see the concern in her eyes. "Do you want to leave? We can if you're not comfortable." I considered it for a moment. The idea of going back to my dorm, burying myself in my blankets and pretending this night never happened, was tempting. But then I thought about how that's exactly what the old me would have done. The me that let Sunghoon's actions dictate her life.

"No," I said, surprising myself with the firmness in my voice. "I'm not leaving. I have just as much right to be here as he does." Yuqi's face broke into a wide grin. "That's my girl!" she cheered, linking her arm through mine. "Let's mingle a bit, shall we?" As we made our way through the crowded room, I couldn't help but notice Sunghoon's gaze following us. Every time I glanced in his direction, he looked away, but not before I caught a flicker of... something in his eyes. It wasn't the cruel amusement I remembered from our school days. It was something else, something I couldn't quite place.

Yuqi introduced me to a few of her friends, and I found myself actually enjoying the conversations. It felt... normal. Like maybe I could do this whole college social scene thing after all. But then, over someone's shoulder, I saw Sunghoon again. He was looking right at us, his expression unreadable. Our eyes met for a brief moment, and I felt a jolt of... something. Before I could analyze it further, he quickly averted his gaze, a faint blush coloring his cheeks. Wait, was Sunghoon blushing? I shook off the thought. It was probably just the alcohol playing tricks on my mind.

As the night wore on, I found myself relaxing more and more. The alcohol helped, but it was more than that. Every minute I spent here, laughing with Yuqi and her friends, was a minute I was reclaiming for myself. Yet, I couldn't shake the feeling of being watched. Every so often, I'd catch Sunghoon looking in my direction. But it wasn't the mocking stare I was used to. There was something almost... wistful about it. Once, when our eyes met, he even offered a small, hesitant smile before quickly turning the other way. I don’t understand why he is trying to smile at me. It was confusing, to say the least. This wasn't the Sunghoon I remember. The Sunghoon who had made my life miserable. This Sunghoon seemed... different. Unsure. Almost vulnerable. As Yuqi and I were preparing to leave, I excused myself to use the bathroom. On my way back, I quite literally bumped into Sunghoon in the hallway. "Oh, sorry," he mumbled, steadying me with a hand on my arm. The touch sent an unexpected jolt through me. "You okay?" I nodded, unsureness in my voice. We stood there for a moment, an awkward silence stretching between us. "Listen, Y/N," he started, then paused, running a hand through his jet black hair. "I... I'm glad you came tonight. It was good to see you."

Before I could respond, he quickly walked away, leaving me standing there, completely baffled. It wasn't until much later, as Yuqi and I were stumbling back to our dorms, arms linked and giggling about nothing in particular, that I realized something. For the first time in years, I'd spent an entire evening in the same space as Sunghoon without letting it ruin my night. And more than that, I was left with the strangest feeling that maybe there was more to Sunghoon than I'd allowed myself to see. As I collapsed onto my bed, exhausted but oddly content, I couldn't help but feel like something had shifted. I wasn't naive enough to think one party had erased years of hurt and resentment. But maybe it was a start.

~~~~~

The next morning I woke up disoriented, borderline hungover. Roll over to the side to check the time on my phone. 11:09AM? It honestly felt like I slept for three days with how many drinks I consumed. I look further down the screen to see the notifications:

1:18 AM: @prksnghn02 started following you!

1:19 AM: @prksnghn02 Liked your post!

I must have fallen asleep to quickly too see this last night, but that was definitely right after we left the party.

I scroll through the conversation, smiling slightly at the messages

2:11 AM: @prksnghn02 Hey! You still here?

2:11 AM: @prksnghn02 I get it if you don’t want to speak to me.

Why was he messaging me. What gives him the right? I igonore the message and delete the message request. All that before my thumb hesitantly hovered over the follow button on his profile, eventually turning it grey. I spent the weekend as usual, going to my job at night and studying in the mornings. Though I had the awkward interaction with Sunghoon at one party, I think that I could see myself going with Yuqi to another party some time. Not soon though because finals start on Monday and I have to pass to keep my financial aid. That’s another thing that pisses me off. I work day and night to pay for my schooling by myself, and Sunghoon gets it all handed to him for being okay at basketball. He teased me for growing up less wealthy than him, but if he were in my shoes, he wouldn’t have thought it was so funny.

Monday morning I was walking through the main hall on campus, where they have to coffee shop that I occasionally stop by. Of course this time when I went, Sunghoon was standing at the bookstore across the walk way, talking to his girl-toys. It took everything in me to not make things awkward by looking in his direction, but for the split second I looked that way, he was already eyeing me down. I pretended to not notice, continuing into the coffee shop line as I would do normally. The line was fairly short. I looked down at my phone to distract myself until it was my turn to order. “I am sorry (Y/N)” a familiar voice says behind me, him lightly grazing my shoulder.

My eyes immediately snap to the owner of the voice. His brown eyes were staring directly into mine as if he could tell exactly what I was thinking just by looking at me. And I know he can. ‘Hey’ he seems to say, flashing me the smallest of smirks as his hand rests on the counter to my left. I scoff in disbelief. He really is serious now isn’t he. I try to ignore him and continue with my order, but Sunghoon stops me in my tracks. My heart starts hammering harder in my chest as I glance around to make sure no one overheard. “Hey (Y/N),” he repeats, giving me his infamous smirk. “I really am sorry” he continues. He’s watching me with a curious tilt to his head as he waits for my response.

“Can I buy you a drink? Maybe we can talk some more?” For a fraction of a moment, it’s hard to believe what’s happening.

“Whatever you are trying to do, I don’t want any part of it” I said sternly, trying to shoo him away. I know he could see the annoyance on my face but that wasn’t enough to get him to leave. “Please, I want to make things right” he begged with a hint of charm in his voice. He reaches out to hold my wrist but this time instead of swatting him away, I let him. If anyone deserves an apology it should be me. He takes a step closer to me, tilting his head slightly. “Fine I guess, but do not expect to get anything out of me” I agreed hesitantly. His facial expression completely changed from worried to… relieved? We ordered together in line while I tried my best to ignore him. His scent was a distraction. It was captivating. It was comparable to mohagany and mint. Admittedly, he is tall and handsome, even when we were in middle school he had always been cute. But I would never say that out loud. Eventually, his named was called and we both went up to grab our drinks. “Thank you Sunghoon” I said while looking down, trying to get out of the situation as soon a possible. “Wait” he says before I get to far away. “I will text you” he added. I half way smiled and walked away.

~~~~~

At lunch, I found myself leaning against Yuqi as we sat at one of our tables outside. “How do you feel?” she asked. “Better” I admitted. “It’ll take some getting used to, but I think I’m doing better” She nodded, seemingly satisfied by my reply.

“Yuqi?” I spoke again once I had my full attention back on her. She turned her attention towards me expectantly.

“Why don’t you give him another chance?” she sighed, rolling her neck around. “I mean, he seems like he is genuinely trying to make it up to you.”

“Yes he is putting in the effort now, but the pain that he put me through doesn’t just go away in an instant, it will take time for me to trust him”

“I understand” she muttered.

~~~~~

A few days had passed but I had never received a message from Sunghoon. Maybe he forgot or maybe he was scared…. I don’t know. But I can’t help but to think that I was maybe looking forward to that message. Yuqi was right, maybe he does deserve another chance. The library was my number one studying location. It was quiet, I could focus, and nobody bothers me. I actually have some time to myself. I have tested out every study area here and the to floor is by far my favorite. I press the 5 on the elevator control pad, and as the doors start closing, someone’s hand is placed between the doors, causing them to shoot back open. It was Sunghoon. I awkwardly scoot to the edge of the confined space to make sure there was more than enough room between us. His eyes light up when he realizes I was the one in the elevator.

“Would it be a problem if I rode with you?” he asked hesitatingly with an awkward smile.

“No, why would there be a problem?” I replied quickly. There was an awkward silence for a few seconds after my answer, and then I heard the elevator ding and the doors slowly start closing again. God, being around him gave me mixed emotions. His aura is so captivating, but his personality is the opposite. And not to mention that mohagany scent again. We rode to the fifth floor in total silence and exited the elevator once it stopped. When we both made way out of the elevator to walk our own directions, He gently grazed my shoulder and said “Good luck with finals” and walked the other direction.

Later that same evening while I was still on the library, my phone pinged with a new notification.

prksnghn02: Hey are you available?

prksnghn02: I know I said I was sorry but I really want you to know how I feel. I can’t do it over text.

I think this is the message that I have been waiting to see. I would appreciate to see him and have him fully apologize, though I don’t think this is the right time. It’s the middle of finals week and lord knows I am already struggling as is. I look up from my phone, observing my surroundings, and spot Sunghoon across the almost empty room lounging on a library bean-bag. Alone. That’s a first considering his royalty equivalent status on campus. He was clearly looking at me when I opened his message.

yourusername: Hey, sorry. I really need to study for this Sociology final. I can definitely carve out a time to meet next week.

I look up at him and point at my phone, making a frowny face and his expression mirrors mine.

prksnghn02: Who is the professor? I aced my sociology class I took over the summer. If you need any help lmk.

He looks at me with a thumbs up. His offer seems tempting, but what would I do? Sit there and hear him lecture me? It would already be hard enough to pay attention given how his arms are looking in that black fitted top.

yourusername: I will think about it.

I try to focus on my sociology notes, but my eyes keep drifting back to Sunghoon. He's still lounging on the bean bag, but now he has a textbook open on his lap. Every so often, he glances up, catching my eye before we both quickly look away. The tension is palpable, even from across the room. I sigh, running a hand through my hair. This is getting ridiculous. I'm here to study, not to play this weird game of cat and mouse with my former bully turned... what? Potential friend? The thought makes me uncomfortable. I make a split second decision on impulse and grab my phone, maybe regretting my decision later.

yourusername: Okay fine, come help me.

I witness Sunghoon look at his phone and shoot up out of his seat within the span of 3 seconds. Impressive. My heart hammered a frantic rhythm against my ribs as Sunghoon practically skidded to a stop in front of my desk. It was a stark contrast to his usual nonchalance. A smile tugged at the corner of his lips, and for a moment, I was back in middle school, his laughter echoing in the halls, the same laughter that used to sting.

“So, sociology huh?” he said with the most awkward tone possible. “What do you need help with” he continues, signaling his hand towards my messy notes. My notebook has definitely seen better days. I sighed, shoving my phone into the abyss of my backpack.

"Everything feels like gibberish. Professor Ramirez throws these massive lectures at us, and it all just blends together." Surprised laughter rumbled out of him.

"Ramirez? Yeah, he can be a bit much. But trust me, sociology isn't actually that complicated. Let's see your notes." Tentatively, I slid my well-worn notebook across the desk. He flipped through the pages, his brow furrowing in concentration. The silence stretched, broken only by the soft rustle of turning paper. I snuck a peek at him. His features were softened by a focus I wouldn't have expected. "Okay," he finally said, looking up. "This isn't so bad. You've got the basic concepts down. I think you're just getting overwhelmed by the details."

Relief flooded me. Maybe I wasn't completely incompetent after all. He settled into the chair across from me, his arm brushing mine for a moment as he reached for a pen. He continued to sort through my notes, trying to piece together what I may not be understanding. He was surprisingly patient with me, and even created examples for me to try and understand better. Not to mention that I couldn’t keep my eyes off of him as he spoke. His black hair falling loosely in front of his dark brown eyes and black glasses was so sexy.

"So basically, social stratification is like the ranking system within a society?" I summarized, feeling a flicker of accomplishment. Sunghoon grinned, a genuine smile that reached his eyes. "Exactly! See, you were getting it all along." He paused, then reached for a specific page in my notes.

"Now, let's talk about power structures and how they influence social mobility…" Time melted away as Sunghoon patiently guided me through the sociological knowledge. I peppered him with questions, surprised by my own comfort level.

He answered them all with good humor and a surprising depth of knowledge that made him seem worlds apart from the bully I knew in middle school and the jock he is now. I looked at his face once again, admiring the way he furrowed his eye brows when he concentrated. I am snapped out of my trance with

“What?” Sunghoon questioned me, tilting his face to the side. I couldn’t even comprehend what had happened until a second or two later.

“Nothing! It’s nothing. Go on with what you were saying” I averted my eyes towards the table to try and hide the blood in my cheeks. “Heh, Okay….” he chuckles fiddling with the ring on his finger. He pauses for a few seconds and picks up with “You should get home soon. You don’t wanna have late nights, right?”

He looks me dead in the eye as he says this, a hint of playfulness in his gaze. I glanced at my phone, startled to see it was already 1 AM. We'd been studying for hours without realizing it. The library, usually bustling with stressed students, was now eerily quiet.

"Oh wow, I didn't realize how late it got," I mumbled, hastily gathering my notes. Sunghoon stretched, his shirt riding up slightly. I pretended not to notice.

"Yeah, time flies when you're having fun with sociology, right?" he said sarcastically. I rolled my eyes, but couldn't help the small smile that tugged at my lips. "Right, because power structures are just a barrel of laughs." As we packed up our things, Sunghoon hesitated, then asked, "Hey, um, would you like me to walk you back to your dorm? It's pretty late." I paused, considering. The old me would have immediately refused, not wanting to spend an extra second with him.

But now... "Sure," I found myself saying. "That would be nice." We stepped out into the cool night air, the campus very quiet around us. For a moment, we walked in silence, the only sound our footsteps on the pavement.

"So," Sunghoon started, breaking the silence. "Did you find the study session helpful?" I nodded, surprised by my own honesty.

"Yeah, actually. You explain things... differently than I expected." He raised an eyebrow.

"Different good or different bad?"

"Different good," I admitted. "You're more... patient than I thought you'd be." Sunghoon chuckled softly. "Well, don't sound so surprised. Im not just a handsome face ya know.” I felt a retort forming on my lips, but bit it back.

“Yeah yeah, don’t flatter yourself.” As we walked, I couldn't help but sneak glances at him. In the soft glow of the street lamps, he looked... different. Softer somehow. Less like the arrogant boy I'd built up in my mind and more like... well, just a guy. "You know," he said suddenly, his voice quiet. "I meant what I said before. About being sorry." I felt my body tense. "Sunghoon, we don't have to-"

"No, please," he interrupted, stopping in his tracks. I turned to face him, surprised by the earnestness in his eyes. "I was a jerk in middle school. More than a jerk. I was cruel, and I've regretted it for years. I just... I want you to know that. I am sorry." I stood there, stunned. This vulnerability was so at odds with the Sunghoon I thought I knew.

"I... thank you," were the only words that were able to come out of my mouth. - I turned to face towards him as we reached the enterance of my dorm building. “Okay, I guess I can take it from here” I said, grabbing my key card out of my backpack.

“Goodnight, Sunghoon.” I entered the building and the door was already halfway closed before Sunghoon grabbed it and called out behind me, "Wait!” I stopped mid step and turned to meet his curious gaze, confused by what he could possibly want to say. I gave him a questioning look as he approached me slowly. His hands fidgeted nervously, and he took one last glance around, making sure no one was watching before reaching up to touch my cheek hesitantly. His thumb brushed the area under my eye lightly, his hand moving downwards slowly until he rested his palm flat on my jaw. I was somehow okay with this, despite the butterflies in my stomach.

My heart thudded loudly against my chest as I stared at his hand resting gently on my skin, unable to tear my gaze away from his. There was something magnetic about the way his eyes bore into me with an intensity I have never felt. “Have a good night, (Y/N)” he said softly, grazing my bottom lip with his thumb. He leaned down slowly while gazing into my eyes, a soft smile gracing his lips. My breath hitched as he brought his other hand up and cradled my cheek, brushing some loose strands of hair out of my face. “You too, Sunghoon”

~~~~~

The end of finals week had finally come and I am not exaggerating when I say that this is the most relieved I have ever been in my life. I was lounging on my bed scrolling through tik tok and I saw a message pop up at the top of my screen.

prksnghn02: Hey! A few of us are having a small get-together at the frat house to celebrate surviving finals. You and Yuqi should come.

I stared at the message, my thumb hovering over the keyboard. A month ago, I would've immediately declined. But now… things were different. The study session with Sunghoon, our late-night walk, the way he'd touched my face before saying goodnight - it all swirled in my mind, a confusing mix of old resentment and new… something.

yourusername: Let me check with Yuqi. What time?

His response was almost immediate.

prksnghn02: Around 8? It's just a few people, nothing crazy. Promise it won't be like last time.

I couldn't help but smile at that. The last party had been a turning point, in a way.

yourusername: Okay, I'll let you know.

I rolled over, dialing Yuqi's number. She picked up on the second ring.

"Please tell me you're calling to drag me out of this post-finals funk," she groaned.

I laughed. "Actually, yeah. Sunghoon invited us to a small thing at the frat house. You in?"

There was a pause on the other end. "Sunghoon, huh? You two seem to be getting along better."

I could hear the smile in her voice. "We're… working on it," I admitted. "So, you coming or what?"

"Obviously," she said. "I'll be at yours in an hour. We need to talk about this Sunghoon situation, by the way."

I groaned. "There's no 'situation', Yuqi."

"Uh-huh. Sure. See you soon!"

She hung up before I could protest further. I flopped back onto my bed, staring at the ceiling.

An hour later, Yuqi was sprawled on my bed, watching me rummage through my closet.

"So," she said, drawing out the word. "You and Sunghoon, huh?"

I threw a shirt at her. "There's no 'me and Sunghoon'. We're just… I don't know. Not enemies anymore, I guess."

Yuqi sat up, her expression serious. "Look, I know he was awful to you in middle school. But people change, you know? And he seems to be really trying."

I sighed, sitting down next to her. "I know. It's just… complicated."

She bumped my shoulder with hers. "Life's complicated. Doesn't mean you can't give it a chance."

I nodded, not trusting myself to speak. Yuqi always had a way of cutting through my defenses.

"Now," she said, her tone lightening. "Let's find you something cute to wear. Just because it's not a 'situation' doesn't mean you can't look hot."

I rolled my eyes, but let her pull me back to the closet.The frat house was quieter than I'd ever seen it. No pulsing music, no crowds of people. Just the soft murmur of conversation and laughter drifting from the back patio. Sunghoon met us at the door, his face lighting up when he saw us. "Hey! You made it." he said, ushering us inside. His eyes lingered on me for a moment, and I felt a flutter in my stomach. "Drinks are in the kitchen, we're all out back."

As we followed him through the house, I couldn't help but notice how different he seemed here, in his element. Relaxed, open, a far cry from the popular Sunghoon I was used to seeing on campus. He was wearing a simple black t-shirt and jeans, but somehow he made it look effortlessly attractive. The back patio was strung with fairy lights, casting a warm glow over the small group gathered there. I recognized a few faces from classes, but it was indeed a much smaller crowd than the usual frat parties.

Yuqi immediately gravitated towards a group she knew, leaving me standing awkwardly by the door. Sunghoon appeared at my side, two red cups in hand. "Here," he said, offering me one. "It's just punch, but fair warning - Heeseung made it, so it's probably stronger than it tastes." I took a sip, the sweetness masking the unmistakable burn of alcohol. "Thanks for inviting us," I said, surprised by how much I meant it. Sunghoon's smile was soft, almost shy. "I'm glad you came. I wasn't sure if you would." "Honestly? I wasn't sure either," I admitted. He nodded, understanding in his eyes. "Well, I'm glad you did. Come on, let me introduce you to some people." As the night wore on, I found myself relaxing more and more. The punch was indeed strong, but the warm buzz it provided was pleasant.

Sunghoon stayed close, always making sure I was included in conversations, laughing at my jokes, his hand occasionally brushing against mine in a way that seemed both accidental and deliberate. I found myself studying him when he wasn't looking. The way his eyes crinkled when he laughed, the gestures he made when he was explaining something he was passionate about. It was hard to reconcile this Sunghoon with the boy who had tormented me in middle school. At some point, Yuqi caught my eye from across the patio and gave me a not-so-subtle thumbs up. I rolled my eyes at her, but I couldn't help the smile that subtly appears on my face.

As the night progressed, people started to drift away in twos and threes. Yuqi had gotten into an intense discussion about some TV show with a guy from her psych class, leaving Sunghoon and me alone on a small bench near the edge of the patio. The fairy lights cast a soft glow on his features, and I found myself staring longer than I should have. "You know," Sunghoon said, his words slightly slurred, "I never thought we'd be here like this." I raised an eyebrow. "What, drunk on your frat house patio?" He laughed, the sound warm and genuine. "No, I mean... talking. Like friends."

His hand found mine on the bench between us, his fingers intertwining with mine. The touch sent a jolt through me, but I didn't pull away. "I was such an ass to you in middle school," he continued, his voice dropping low. "I... I didn't know how to deal with how I felt about you back then." I froze, my heart suddenly pounding. "What do you mean?" Sunghoon turned to face me, his eyes intense even in their alcohol-glazed state. "I had the biggest crush on you," he admitted. "But I was too stupid and insecure to know how to handle it. So I lashed out instead." I sat there, stunned.

The Sunghoon I knew in middle school, the one who had made my life miserable, had a crush on me? It didn't make sense, and yet... "That doesn't excuse what I did," he continued, his thumb tracing circles on the back of my hand. "Nothing excuses that. But I want you to know how sorry I am. And how glad I am that you're giving me a chance to make it right."

I looked at our intertwined hands, then back up at Sunghoon's face. The vulnerability in his expression took my breath away. "I... I don't know what to say," I whispered. "You don't have to say anything," he murmured, leaning in slightly. "I just wanted you to know." We sat there for a moment, the air between us charged with possibility. Then, without thinking, I leaned in, closing the distance between us. Our lips met softly, hesitantly at first. Then Sunghoon's free hand came up to cup my cheek, deepening the kiss.

It was sweet and a little clumsy, tasting of punch with a hint of alcohol. His lips were softer than I'd imagined - not that I'd been imagining it, of course. When we broke apart, I could feel the heat in my cheeks. Sunghoon's eyes were wide, a mix of surprise and something else I couldn't quite name.

"I... wow," he breathed, his thumb gently caressing my cheek. Before I could respond, the patio door slid open and Yuqi's voice rang out. "Y/N? You out here?" Sunghoon and I sprang apart, but not before Yuqi caught sight of us. Her facial expression completely changed, a knowing smirk spreading across her face.

"Sorry, am I interrupting something?" she asked, her tone teasing. I stood up quickly, nearly losing my balance. Sunghoon steadied me with a hand on my arm, the touch sending another jolt through me. "We were just... talking," I managed to say, knowing how unconvincing it sounded. Yuqi's grin widened. "Uh-huh. 'Talking.' Got it. Well, hate to break up this... conversation, but it's getting late. We should probably head out." I nodded, suddenly feeling very sober. "Right. Yeah. Let's go."

As we made our way back through the house, I could feel Sunghoon's eyes on me. At the front door, he caught my hand. "Text me when you get home safe?" he asked, his voice low. I nodded, words not being able to leave my mouth. He squeezed my hand once before letting go. - The walk back to the dorms was quiet, Yuqi mercifully holding back her questions until we were safely in my room. "Okay," she said, flopping onto my bed. "Spill. Everything. Now." I sank into my desk chair, my mind replaying the kiss over and over. "I... I don't even know where to start," I admitted.

Yuqi's expression softened. "Start at the beginning. And don't leave anything out."

~~~~~

Going over to Sunghoons frat house became a frequent thing over the winter break. About twice a week I would go with Yuqi and kick back with a few of his friends, the same ones that were there the first time.

During those times, we'd always end up hanging out in Sunghoons backyard, or playing in his pool. He definitely acted a lot different around his friends than I expected. More relaxed, open, less guarded. In turn he opened up to me a bit too.

“If I beat you in a round of pool, you have take a shot with me” Sunghoon said chuckling, nudging his elbow against my arm. “Come on, that’s fair!”

“I guess, but what do I get it I win?”

Sunghoon narrowed his eyes suspiciously. “You know what, I can think of something…” He moved closer to me, the tip of his nose inches away from mine. A shiver ran down my spine as I tried to resist the urge to pull away. Instead, I remained still, watching nervously as his mouth slowly drew closer and closer. “I think you might like it” he said teasingly.

“I guess I should just let you win then” I sighed sarcastically, trying to ignore the butterflies built up in my stomach.

He scoffs “I promise, sweetheart, I don’t bite” he said, moving back just enough so he could meet my eyes. His voice was low and husky, sending a ripple of heat through my body.

“So, what kind of shot?” I asked lightly, trying to ignore the way my voice shook as I spoke.

“I think I have some Don Julio” he mused, running a hand along the back of his neck.

Sunghoon it first to break all of the pool balls apart, declaring him as solids. Drinking beer between each of our turns and chatting about family and work, Sunghoon was a lot better at pool than he originally let on, because soon enough he had only 2 solid balls left, while I still had 5 stripes.

I was expecting him to have already won at this point. When he set his cue on the edge, lining up to hit one of the solids into a hole, the 8 ball shoots across the board, into the hole closest to me.

“Aw shit, I guess you won” He said with a fake defeated look.

I laughed, setting my bottle aside. “Looks like it. Thanks for letting me have a couple extra rounds” I said, winking at him. I missed my cue stick by mere centimeters, but didn’t care. My eyes were locked on Sunghoon; his hair stuck up everywhere, his skin glistening with sweat after his game, his shirt clung tightly to his frame.

A loud bang echoed off the walls, making us both jump slightly. Sunghoon’s eyes snapped towards the window behind me, his eyebrows furrowing in concern. “Someone just slammed the garage door shut” he whispered. “Did they close up for the night?”

We had spent so much time playing pool, we didn’t realize that slowly, one by one, people started to go home. This meaning that Yuqi probably caught a ride home with someone and the only people left here are the 3 frat guys staying in the house over the break.

“It’s getting late, I should probably call an Uber” I said, rubbing my eyes for focus.

“Why leave so soon? Doing Uber this late at night could be dangerous, you never know what kind of people could be out there.”

“What other option do I have? Yuqi went home already” I replied, grabbing my phone.

“You can stay here, you can sleep on my bed and I will set up a bed on the floor” he offered.

“I don’t know if that is the best idea” I muttered, staring at my feet.

“Just sleep here. Don’t waste money on an Uber, and I promise I can take great care of you.” he urged me, placing his hand under my chin so that I would finally look at him. “Do you really believe that I would let you get into a strangers car right now?”

I hesitated before nodding. “Fine, but only because I trust you.”

We pack up all of our stuff from outside, including my purse and all of the extra alcohol. There are so many room in the frat house and I have never been upstairs, I have no idea which one is Sunghoons. As the two of us climb the stairs up to his room, we both silently agree not to mention the previous events from the other night.

Sunghoon doesn’t know why I kissed him, And I don’t know why he kissed me. Even though he did tell me a little about the reason behind our relationship, it wouldn’t matter, he was too far gone for it to change anything anyway.

The moment we step into his room, he tosses his backpack onto the floor and gestures to the large queen sized bed sitting in the corner of the room.

“I didn’t bring anything to sleep in, I can’t sleep wearing jeans and a tank top” I said, gesturing to my jeans.

“Don’t worry about it, I can lend you something” he said, walking over to a laundry basket of clothes lying on the floor near the wardrobe. “I haven’t gotten the chance to put up my laundry, let me find something” he explains, rummaging through the basket.

He pulls out a large black t-shirt and some basketball shorts. “Here, try these on” and walked over, handing them to me, a slight smile tugging at the edge of his lips.

“Look away!” I playfully shouted while waving my hand to shoo him. “

“Oh my gosh, okay” he covers his eyes like a cartoon character.

Luckily I was wearing some spandex shorts and a sports bra underneath, so even if he did sneak a peek, which I’m sure he did, nothing too important would have been exposed. On him the clothes look normal size, but on me, the shirt fit like a dress and the shorts touched half way down my shins. “I guess I have no choice” I shrugged.

I crawl into his bed while he went to fetch an extra blanket for me out of his closet. At this point, he was already in his sleep attire. No shirt and some basketball shorts. It was hard to concentrate when he was standing there wearing nothing but shorts. I admit that maybe I was staring a bit longer than appropriate.

“You like what you see?” he says in a cocky tone, chuckling at my embarrassment.

“Shut up, you are so annoying” I scoff and roll my eyes, laying back down on the bed.

“Haha okay…” he smirks as he stands up from the closed with the blanket in his hand. “Hopefully this will keep you warm enough” he said, covering me with the big piece of fabric.

“Thank you, Sunghoon” I said, turning over to attempt to catch some sleep. He set up a little bed on the floor with a blanket and a pillow right next to the bed and layer down as well.

After sometime of just listening to the sound of the crickets outside, the quiet noises of the street, cars passing by, the occasional chirp of a bird. The atmosphere was rather peaceful, comfortable almost. I couldn't help the small smile forming on my face as I lay my head on my arm.

My brain kept drifting away from sleep, my thoughts constantly drifting back to Sunghoon. My heart rate was rising with every second that passed, I tried desperately to calm myself down, not wanting to give any indication that I was starting to get aroused. The more I listened to the sounds outside, the more I felt the overwhelming desire to be wrapped up in his arms. Just to feel him hold me.

I sigh deeply, rolling over onto my side and facing him. The soft glow of moonlight illuminating the entire room, casting light patterns on his sleeping features. If this was any other day, I would definitely stare at him until dawn, taking in every minute detail of him.

I scooted over to the edge of the bed, just close enough for me to nudge Sunghoon with my foot. “Hoon, are you awake” I whispered.

His eyes opened slowly, adjusting to the brightness of the moonlight leaking through the blinds. “Yeah” he clears his throat. “Why?”

“Can you lay with me?” I whispered again.

He stared at me for a second, trying to understand what was going through my mind. Eventually, he crawled onto the bed, lying down next to me. His body was hot against mine, making goosebumps erupt throughout my skin, but the feeling was comforting nevertheless. We laid like that in silence for a few moments, simply enjoying each other's presence.

Eventually, it became too awkward and I had to move closer into Sunghoon, cuddling up next to him. “I like this” I say quietly, resting my head in the crook of his neck, inhaling his faint scent. He chuckled slightly, positioning himself to where his fingers could comb though my hair.

I mumble, wrapping my arm around his torso. His fingers stopped their ministrations then, hesitating for a moment. I looked up at him from my position on his chest, curious as to what made him stop. I met his deep brown eyes that were focused solely on me. His gaze was soft, yet intimidating at the same time. Slowly, carefully, he lifted my head off his body and held it between his hands. Then he brought his lips to meet mine softly.

He pulled me in closer, gently running his fingertips along my jawline, making my heartbeat pick up in pace. His kisses were slow and sweet, the most tender kiss I've ever had. After several seconds of pure bliss, he pulled away slowly, watching me as if waiting for some sort of reaction. When my eyes fluttered open I met with his eyes, gazing deeply into each others’. A smile formed on my lips, making Sunghoon lean in to reconnect our lips again.

He placed his hands on the sides of my neck, holding me close to him, deepening the kiss, our tongues intertwining in a passionate dance. Our bodies pressed closely together, moving together rhythmically. His hands lifted up my oversized shorts and began roaming across my bare thighs, tracing up the hem of my shirt. We kept getting tangled in each other’s clothing as we continued kissing.

He reached my breasts, pushing up my sports bra to give them an affectionate squeeze, causing me to gasp in response. My hands moved down from his shoulders and ran up the backs of his arms to his neck, pulling on his short hairs slightly. Pulling on the strands of hair caused him to release a low growl and deepen the kiss, pulling his tongue into my mouth. Suddenly I felt his teeth graze my bottom lip, causing me to whimper slightly at the unexpected pain. When he released my lower lip, he sucked on it, sucking on it harder and harder with his sharp canine teeth. “Fuck…” I moan, gripping tightly onto the ends of his dark brown locks.

He took the opportunity to slide his hands under my shirt, rubbing his thumbs over my nipples lightly, causing my stomach muscles to tense up involuntarily. A slight smirk crept onto his lips as he noticed this, but then he proceeded to push the crop top further up on my shoulders before placing soft gentle kisses along my collar bone. He sprinkled kissed on my shoulders and chest and then moved down towards my waistline, placing soft soft kisses along my belly button. His hand started to work its way downwards, slowly caressing the insides of my thighs.

He latched one of my nipples into his mouth, gently suckling the tight swollen bud of flesh with his teeth and tongue. As his hand reached down and slid his middle finger along the underside of my left thigh, causing me to grind against his hand.

He trailed his hand back up to the bottom of my shirts and bunched it up in his hand “Can I take this off?” he leaned next to my ear and whispered. My breath hitched at how sensual he sounded.

“Please” I managed to speak out. He didn’t reply immediately, only gave me a reassuring smile before pulling it over my head, only leaving my bra. His lips found their way back up to mine, sending a surge of electricity through me. His hands worked their way to bottom of my bra, lifting it up and throwing it to the side as well. The cool air on my bare stomach and chest suddenly sent tingles all over my body, sending shivers down my spine and goosebumps all over my skin. He smiled at my reaction, continuing to caress my inner thigh.

“Is it okay if I take these off too?” he whispered, grazing the waistband of my shorts.

I let go of his arms and nodded my head yes, watching his expression change from relaxed to excited. I watched him pull those off and discard them as well, leaving only my thong on. “I hope this is okay” he smiled. He was still looking at me with those intense eyes, making it difficult for me to breathe properly.

He removed the last piece of clothing from me, both my spandex and the shorts he gave me, revealing my beautiful skin and perfectly plump curves underneath. He took a few seconds to appreciate every inch of my body before sliding his slim fingers between my legs. Instinctively my knees fell apart slightly, allowing him access to my core which caused his eyes to darken even more. As he gently traced circles around my bud, sending me into complete ecstasy, I moaned loudly, moaning in pleasure as my hips began grinding into his finger tips.

“God, you’re so pretty” he whispered, trailing kisses along my cheek. I bit my bottom lip to suppress the moans coming out of my mouth as he continued to stroke the wetness inside of my thighs. “So perfect.”

He spread my wetness all over his fingers and slid one finger inside of my desperate hole. At first, he started slowly, his thumb circling my clit while his middle finger slid in and out of my warm opening, slowly increasing the amount of pressure until I was gripping down onto his fingers with all of my strength. He increased the speed of his movements, adding another finger, pumping them hard into me. I closed my eyes and arched my back, trying my best to keep a good grip on his fingers.

“Shit, you’re so wet angel” he groans. He took his hand away to pull off his own shorts, with his boxers. His dick spring free, tip raging and dripping with precum. It was big, a lot bigger than I had expected.

I take all of his length into my fist as he continues contact with my folds. “Fuck, that feels good, baby” he says under his breath. I collect spit in my mouth and layer his tip and slide my hand up and down slowly.

I feel a familiar knot forming in my stomach as he keeps a consistent pace pumping his finger into my gushing pussy. “Agh yess” I moan on his cock, feeling the burning sensation building up. He leans down to place a tender kiss on the back of my shoulder, his warm breath fanning my sensitive skin, causing my back arch even higher. "Let go babygirl"he murmurs against my shoulder.

I let my hand rest against his erection, stroking him slowly, feeling the tip get longer by the moment. Soon enough, I can no longer contain myself as I let the orgasm rip out of me. His name came spilling out of my mouth, followed by a loud moan “Fuck Sunghoon, just like that.” I continue to hold on to him as the wave of pleasure takes over me, feeling my muscles start to seize up and my vision starting to blur.

As I'm regaining my composure, he pulls out of me, bringing his fingers up to his mouth. “You taste so good, princess” he praises, with sweat droplets forming in his forehead.My face turns red with embarrassment. I cover my face with my palms as I try to control my breathing. Sunghoon chuckles and grabs my wrists, pulling my hands away from my blushing face and places them on his cheeks instead. “Don’t be embarrassed, babygirl. That was hot” he says. My blush gets stronger by the second.

“Let me get you cleaned up” he suggested, getting out of the bed to go to his bathroom where he kept his extra cloths. He came back with a small smile on his face. He runs the rag between my legs and said “I am really happy you decided to spend the night”

“Me too Sunghoon” my smile only visible by the moonlight. He went back into the bathroom to put the cloth into the dirty clothes hamper.

“Now come here…” He brings his lips to meet mine once more. He wraps his arms around my sore body, making my face bury into his chest. Our bare skin resting against eachother was so relaxing. His skin was soft, and he was perfectly toned to my liking. He runs his fingers through my hair and begins to massage my scalp, making my whole body tremble. “It’s really late, sweetheart, let’s get some rest” he whispers and kisses my forehead, then rests his chin on the top of my head. As I lay there in Sunghoons embrace, feeling the warmth radiating off him, my eyes gradually fall shut.

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