#i can’t even be excited about graduation until this exam is over

[songwritingauslly]

i literally have ONE (1) last exam tomorrow and then i’m done with undergrad (god willing i pass) but i am just sooooo tired and sleepy also i hate physics i don’t wanna study but i must </3

[ox-imagines]

Tokyo Debunker as Romance Tropes

Feel free to ask me to write a longer imagine/oneshot for any of these!

Pt. 5 | Hotarubi

Pt. 1 | Pt. 2 | Pt. 3 | Pt. 4 | Pt. 6 | Pt. 7

Subaru - Boy Next Door

Subaru’s family moved in next door to yours one summer, much to the excitement of many of the girls at your school. He's always polite about their attention, but gets shy very easily, and is quiet in class. He excels in everything he does, other than socialization. You finally approach him walking home from the bus one day, introducing yourself. He seems startled and a bit nervous when you speak to him, as if expecting you to be like the girls at school who fawn over him, but he relaxes once he realizes you’re just trying to be friendly. You start hanging out with him more, finding him to be just as sweet as he seems and actually quite passionate to match. The girls at school have mixed reactions to your spending time with him. Some are a bit

jealous, some seem disappointed, some congratulate you on being someone who could finally catch his attention. You try to explain that you‘re just friends and eventually the buzz dies down some. As time passes, you start to see him a bit differently. You ignore it, because how could one possibly not feel affection toward such a sweet, gentle boy? Unfortunately those feelings come to a head when one of your classmates asks him to a school dance and, not wanting to upset anyone, he accepts her invitation. You feel sick when he tells you, but you smile and nod and congratulate him. You don’t tell him you weren’t going to go. The night of the dance, he comes back a little after ten, coming over to your house. Your parents let him in and let him go up to your room. You’re surprised to find it was him who knocked on your door; the dance didn’t end until 11, what was he doing back early? Besides, you look a mess, your pajamas on and your eyes a bit puffy from crying over him. He immediately asks what's wrong and ushers you back over to your bed, sitting with you, then reveals that he left the dance early because it ‘didn’t feel right.’

“I missed you tonight, you should’ve been there. Can, can I kiss you?”

Haku - Best Friend's Brother

You grew up alongside your best friend, and her brother Haku. He’s a year or so older than your friend and always friendly with you both, playing with you when you were younger, though he seemed more distant and busy with his own friends the older he got. As you both grew up, you couldn’t deny how exceedingly gorgeous he is, growing out and dying his hair, his lithe frame filling out. He finally had the looks to match the smooth mouth he’d always had. You weren’t aware, but he finds that you’ve grown up well too. When he graduates the year before you and leaves for school, you’re left feeling a little sadder than you expected. You keep tabs on his social media posts, a part of you wishing you were with him. Eventually though, you’re swept up with exams and your own graduation preparations. Before you know it, you’re out of school and Haku’s home for the summer. In almost no time, you somehow find yourself in a somewhat… compromised position with him in your game room while both your families were just upstairs. After all the times you’ve imagined this, though, you can’t really complain.

“I hope you know you’re not just some summer fling to me. With that said, though, please don’t tell my sister? Not yet, at least?”

Zenji - Falling in Love with the Wrong Person

Zenji is a creative, romantic soul, and manages to see the best in everyone. Even when he’s worried, he can find the good in almost any situation. He’s got a heart of gold. That’s where you come in. You think he’s a great guy, and he quickly falls head over heels for you. Unfortunately, love isn’t the only thing a relationship needs to hold it together. You sometimes have trouble understanding Zenji and his interests and his unique ways, and you don’t always find it easy to communicate your own problems with him, despite him trying his best to be a good listener for you. You do try to put in the effort to keep your relationship for a while, but it wears on you. Zenji, on the other hand, tries to stay optimistic. He does everything in his power to patch up the issues between you, refusing to see them simply as differences between the two of you instead of problems that can be fixed. He tries to be everything you want and need, ignoring the emotional strain it’s putting on him. It only makes it harder on you; you can see what he’s doing, and the effect it has on him, but it makes you love him more in an albeit guilty sense. You have a man who’d move mountains for you if he could, but you can’t find it in you to be who he needed. Your love and genuine appreciation for him makes it hurt all the more to end things, but it’s also why you know you can’t just hold onto him like this and watch him tear himself apart anymore.

“I’m not sure I understand, my dear. Is there something I’ve done? Was it something I didn’t do? Please, dearest, I’m certain I can fix this, let me fix us.”

[lemonsdaydreams]

breaking the distance. |c.b|

summary: You and Colby have been dating for nearly two years, enduring long distance and making the best out of time zones and chaotic work/ school schedules. The two of you knew one day the distance would be shortened to where there would be no more planes needed to see each other, and date night could finally be more than just facetiming and watching a movie together at the same time. One of you just happened to know it would be happening sooner rather than later.

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No one ever expected Colby and I’s relationship to last, and I couldn’t really blame them. On the outside looking in, It seemed like it was a storm waiting to happen. Colby, a very well known social media content creator, constantly traveling and investigating new locations with his best friend in and outside the country, and lives on the west coast of the united states. Me, a non social media content creator, studying emergency paramedicine, lives on the east coast, and never even had a passport until two months ago. The main thing people always loved to throw at us was the distance. ‘Why date someone who lives a 5 hour plane ride away, when there’s plenty of people here in the same state for you to choose from?’

I personally didn’t fully expect us to be where we are right now when I met Colby over two years ago. It’s crazy how things happen though, how quickly you connect with a person. It’s as if I’d known him my whole life, as if I was connecting with an old friend I hadn’t seen in years that night at the bar. We talked and talked for hours, the rest of the crowded bar tuned out and all I saw was him. Colby and his friends he had traveled to the east coast with a few days later after we first ended up coming over to my apartment for a game night after constantly texting and getting to know each other more. Ironically, one of his friends that came with him, I knew from my childhood. Talk about a small world.

The buzzing of my cellphone in my hand snapped me out of the daydream I was in. A smile quickly spread across my face as I spotted Colby’s name on the caller ID before answering.

“Finally waking up, Mr. Brock?” I smiled as I held the phone to my ear.

“I’m so sorry beautiful, I slept through my alarm. I totally planned on waking up earlier to be able to talk to you in case you began to stress over your exam today.” His morning voice was something that always caught me off guard, the deep rasp. It always made me yearn for the day I’d be able to hear it in person, and not over the phone.

Of course over the past two years we’ve met up and spent time together, however it was usually when him and Sam were on a trip to film or when I had a small break between semesters at school and could afford to visit him.

“It’s okay Colby, I promise.” I smiled to myself and attempted to contain my excitement as I scanned the empty apartment once more. “I’ve been just cleaning and relaxing on the couch. I think if I tried reading any more of my textbooks my eyeballs might fall out of my head.”

Colby chuckled as my apartment door swung open, and I quickly muted myself as Seth, the friend of Colby’s that I’ve known since childhood came in. “Who’s ready to mo- oh shit, are you on the phone?” He quickly covered his mouth with a hand.

“Yeah, with Colby.” I giggled before giving him a ‘shh’ and taking myself off mute.

“You’re going to do great. You always do great. This is the final bridge needing to be crossed and then I’ll be able to have you in my arms every night and hear about the crazy encounters you have at work in person. God, I can’t wait for that to be real, beautiful. I miss you so much.”

“I can’t believe that it’s finally here. Just this semester and then I’m done, graduated, nationally registered to work anywhere in the country. By the way, My supervisor reached out to the base that’s not far from where you live, and they have an open paramedic spot that is up for grabs.” I bit my bottom lip and glanced at Seth who also shared the same nervous look.

I’ve always hated lying, and lying to Colby these past few months have been absolute torture. But he’s always the one surprising me, I wanted to finally surprise him. I ended up taking an earlier program that Colby didn’t know about, which allowed me to graduate and become a paramedic three months ago. However, Colby still thought I had another two months to go. During this time since finishing school, I’ve been working and studying protocols for the state I’d be moving to, coordinating with Sam on shipping my stuff to Vegas from New England without Colby seeing the boxes, selling stuff I don’t need to bring, and basically getting ready to move to Vegas. Of course, Colby knew this day would be coming, as we have a whole checklist we share on google docs to make sure we have everything lined up for when the day comes, He just doesn’t know it’s happening sooner. Or that I’m going to be there, in like 12 hours.

“Baby, Is it okay if I let you go? I can call you back later. I have to bring my phone to the apple store, I finally got an appointment to get my battery fixed.” I ran a hand through my hair, constantly reminding myself mentally the lying would be over soon.

“Oh good, I’m so glad you got that appointment babe, I have to get going anyway. Sam and I have to go meet up with some friends to film a video, but text or call me as soon as you finish your exam okay? I love you.”

After saying goodbye and hanging up, I groaned and laid back on the empty granite counter. “Dude, no wonder you hate lying. Thank god that wasn’t a facetime call or one look at your face and Colby would see your face and just know you were hiding something.” Seth chuckled and I flipped him the bird.

“Can we go get coffee before we head to the airport? This whole not having my own car thing sucks.” Seth chuckled once more before nodding and holding out his rental keys that I snatched out his hand before he could speak. “Yes, I’ll drive. You drive worse than my grandmother.”

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“Now boarding Group A.”

“I’m really flying to Vegas without a return ticket.” I mumbled as I handed my ticket to the flight attendant at the gate. I glanced over my shoulder at Seth who stood behind me, laughing. “You’re finally moving to Vegas. Which means Sam and I won’t have to hear Colby talk about how much he misses your voice all the time and try to figure out what haunted places we could go see near where you live.”

“Are you sure he won’t question why my phone is off for over five hours? I mean we don’t talk on the phone all day every day, but we usually check in over text to say Hi and that we miss each other or something. I don’t think a phone battery replacement would take five hours.” I buckled my seatbelt once Seth and I got to our assigned seats. “You seriously worry too much.” Seth patted my hand as he smiled. “We’ve got it all figured out. He isn’t going to have any time to check his phone with what they’re filming.”

“This is going to be a long ass five hours, Seth. This is why teleportation should be a thing. I could already be there, with Colby.” I sighed as I turned to look out the window, anxiously tapping my foot on the ground. Seth laughed and out of the corner of my eye, I spotted him hold his phone out to take a photo.

“Don’t you dare post that.” I looked at him wide eyed, which caused Seth to laugh more. “Relax, It’s a video. For memories.” I rolled my eyes and crossed my arms across my chest. “Should I yell it out now that you’re a paramedic, just in case there’s a medical emergency?”

“Don’t you dare. I’m too nervous to provide any care, nor do I want to start my career as a medic off by taking care of someone on a plane. Why aren’t we moving yet?” I peered up and around the seats, huffing as I noticed not everyone was seated.

“God this is going to be so funny to look back on.” Seth mumbled as he put his phone down.

~*~

“I’ve got all your stuff in the storage unit, and your car should be arriving in the next few days.” Sam smiled as he drove Seth and I from the airport. Colby was back at the house editing and thinking Sam had just gone out to get food for the two of them. “It’s really good to finally see you, by the way. Colby is going to lose his mind.”

“I’m so nervous.” I mumbled looking out the window of the car and taking in the change of scenery. “He thinks I’m still in my exam right now.”

“Oh I know. Dude is a love sick puppy right now.” Sam laughs and gives me a smile. “Once we get to the house, I’m going to go inside to ask Colby to come out and help me grab some stuff from my car, but in reality it will only be you.” He added while Seth readjusted the camera on the dash of the car. I nodded and prayed we’d be arriving at the house soon.

Once at the house, I laid down in the back seat of the car to hide until Colby came out. “Yeah it’s on the passenger side in the back, If you can just grab it for me as well as the camera!” Sam called out, signaling that Colby was coming my way. Before I knew it, the door was swung open and I quickly sat up and smiled as my eyes landed on Colby. “Surprise!”

Colby stared in shock for a moment, eyes wide with confusion. Next thing I knew, He was grabbing my legs and pulling me out of the vehicle and up into his arms. My arms quickly wrapped around his neck, resting my head on his shoulder and wrapping my legs around him as he held me. “What is going on?” Colby yelled out, turning to glance at his friends back at the doorway before slamming the car door and moving so I was pressed against it and using one of his hands to pull my head back so he could see my face. “You have an exam?” His eyebrows furrowed.

“Baby.” I laughed softly. “Oh my gosh I’ve absolutely hated lying to you. I graduated early, That’s why I was so busy over break and couldn’t see you. I didn’t tell you because I wanted to surprise you by being able to finally be here sooner than you thought.” I cupped his face in my hands and blinking back tears as I finally got a good look at him. “I can’t believe I’m here.”

“I missed your graduation?” He frowned, resting his forehead against mine. “I’m so confused baby.” He quickly closed the distance between us and kissed me gently. “But dear god have I been dying to kiss you.” He mumbled against my lips.

“No, It was a winter graduation so there’s no walk you didn’t miss anything.” I kissed him once more. “But I’m here. no more distance. It’s finally broken.” I ran a hand through his hair as I stared into his blue eyes. Colby pulled me closer once more and began kissing me again, deeper this time before beginning to head towards the house. “You guys should probably head our for a while.” Colby mumbled as he passed Sam and Seth, his gaze still set on me. “Already planned on it. We’ll be back later. Welcome home!” Sam called out as Colby walked away from them, still carrying me. I let out a small laugh and began kissing Colby’s cheeks and playing with his hair at the nape of his neck.

“I can’t believe you lied.” Colby fake pouted as he gently tossed me on his, ours now, bed before climbing on top of me. “But it was so worth it.” He mumbled before kissing me. “Now it’s time for me to welcome you home.” He smirked.

[ziggyzolch]

Headache Ⅴ (Wanda Maximoff x Reader)

Summary: After 2 months at the compound, you finally get some good news. Warnings: nothin really Previous Chapter

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“Got it?” You were bouncing in your seat as Steve concluded the meeting. “Yes!” Jumping up, you speed towards Wanda’s room. You hadn’t used your speed much aside from training since you’d gotten here, but you couldn’t contain your excitement. The meeting had ended 10 minutes ago, actually, but Steve asked you to stay back to tell you something you’d been waiting to hear for ages. ‘Blablabla…allowed on missions…blablabla’.  The stress of your upcoming exam was dulled by your excitement for your first, real mission.

“Jesus! Can’t  you knock?” Wanda yells as you burst into the room, holding a towel up to her chest. With a yelp, you slap your hand over your eyes, rushing back out and closing the door, waiting patiently for her to finish up with a light blush on your face.  Wanda seemed to ease up on you after the Ouija incident, even confessing that she controlled the whole thing. You seemed to be growing on her, despite the teasing. She’d even occasionally buy you coffee, something she randomly started doing after a month of you living at the compound. She had noticed how stressed out you were about all your assignments and upcoming exams, and figured it’d help.

 “Don’t mention it.” She’d roll her eyes and say when you thanked her with a kiss on the cheek. 

 Leaning back on the door, you get lost in your thoughts. Your first, official, mission. After 2 months of training, Steve’s finally letting you go on a mission. Your time at the Avengers Tower so far wasn’t the most exciting. Wake up, train, eat, and study until you pass out on Wanda’s desk. Things were finally about to get interesting-

Wanda watches you fall backwards into her room as she opens the door, laughing at your glare. “You need to stop leaning against the door,” She offers you her hand, which she yanks back just as you were pulling yourself up. “Cunt.” You mutter under your breath, pushing yourself off the ground. 

“What’s got you so excited, speedo?” Wanda asks as she dries her hair.

“Nothin’ much; just that I’m going on my first mission!” You jump up and down..

Wanda raises an eyebrow, “Huh. When? What kind of mission? Are you ready-”

Taken aback, you raise an eyebrow, “Uh, Steve said it was soon.” You scratch the back of your head, “ I don’t know much else, just that it's happening.”

Wanda gets lost in her thoughts as the conversation dies out, walking into the bathroom. You ignore the sudden change in her demeanor. 

The excitement fades as you glance at the pile of books at your desk. College was kicking your ass. School was never an issue for you, being a straight A student up until you graduated, so struggling at your studies was foreign to you and all the stress had been piling up. That, plus your overwhelming homesickness, had been bringing you down the past couple of weeks. Your first exam was in a week, and you felt completely and utterly unprepared. 

A meow coming from under the couch brings you out of your thoughts. You coo, picking up your cat and spinning around, “My baby, my baby. You’re my baby say it to me,” Adjusting your hold on him, you start swaying back and forth. You found him as a kitten shivering under a dumpster towards the end of high school. You were skipping with Peter when you found your adoptive son, and you kept him hidden in school until you could take him home. Your father was not pleased. “My baby, my baby- Ah!” A familiar laugh startles you. 

“Did you birth him or something?” Tony jokes, putting his hands out as you hand him your baby, “I might as well have, he’s my son.” You pout, watching the cat climb onto the man’s shoulder. “What’s his name, anyways?” He asks, bending his arm awkwardly to pet your son.

“Wesker, but my father nicknamed him ‘Little shit’” 

“Like mother like son, amiright?” Tony puts the cat down, scratching his little chin for good measure.

“Ha. Ha. What did you come in here for?”

“Well, speedo,, I heard from a little, 6’2, jacked, bearded birdie that you were going on your first mission soon,” He walks towards the door, urging you to follow him, “I’d like you to help me design your suit-” Tony’s interrupted by your squeal “Yes!” You clear your throat, “I mean, yes of course I’d like to help.” 

“Great. Maybe after this mission I’ll let you have your own room.”

Tony pauses at the door to his lab. He leans in to type in the code, before glancing back at you and putting his hand up to cover the screen. You roll your eyes, he must’ve installed it after your failed heist. 

“Alright, let’s start.”

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“That looks like shit.” Wanda deadpans as you show her the design you came up with. You and Tony discussed the features you’d want for your suit, but he left the aesthetics to you. “What the fart! This is the third one I’ve shown you.” You whine, Wanda raises an eyebrow, “‘What the fart’? Are you 6?” You roll your eyes, “You wouldn’t get it.” The witch chuckles, pushing aside crumpled papers and taking a seat next to you.

“Why is the suit fully green, wouldn’t black make more sense?” 

“I’m not trying to look goffik.”

“Goffik?”

“Never mind.” You have to make her read ‘My Immortal’ later.

The door being pushed open interrupts your conversation. Steve walks in, acknowledging Wanda with a curt nod, before placing a file with ‘CLASSIFIED’ plastered on the front on your desk. “Mission details.” He says before turning and walking out. “Uh, okay…” You mutter, picking up the folder and skimming through.

‘Abandoned Hydra facility, low security. Pick up leftover documents, blueprints, etc. Limited to zero engagement.’ 

Seems easy enough, if not a little boring. The mission was taking place a day before your exam. You probably should’ve mentioned the fact to Steve, but you could deal with it. You can feel Wanda’s presence behind you, reading through the document as well. Wanda mutters something under breath before walking towards the door. “No wait! I still need your help- and she’s gone.” You sigh, pushing yourself off the couch and moving towards the desk. 

Putting your glasses on, you crack your knuckles and stretch your neck. You’re locking in. 

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You’re awoken by a nudge on your shoulder. Lifting your head up, you look at the ruffled papers and pens, your biology textbook on the floor by your foot. “Hey sleepyhead.” Wanda teases, ruffling your hair and placing a cup of coffee next to your laptop. “Hey, thanks.” You lean up, giving her a peck on the cheek. “Don’t mention it.” She smiles. 

You groan, holding your head in your hands. “What’s wrong?” Wanda glances back at you as she takes off her shoes. “This shit is kicking my ass.”  She approaches you, flipping through the various worksheets.

“All the lectures I missed are catching up to me.” You had studied the material at least 5 times by this point, but you still don’t feel like it’s enough.

“Aren’t they recorded?” She picks up your textbook, placing it on the table.

“Yeah, but I can’t focus with videos.” 

“Huh, I never expected you to care about school so much.” She mutters, “Maybe I can help?”

You raise an eyebrow, ignoring the subtle jab, “How?”

“I could quiz you, or something. Maybe research some new studying methods you could try?”

“Oh, yeah. Smart!” You light up, “But later. My eyes are starting to cross.”

Wanda giggles, patting your shoulder and walking towards the couch.

“I’m joining the mission.” Your eyebrows shoot up at Wanda’s statement.

“Why? Is it more dangerous than I thought?”

“No, no. Nothing like that, just wanted to see how you’d do, and maybe make fun of you if you mess up.”

“Oh. Okay,” You don’t think too much of it, having been used to her teasing by now, “Who else is going?”

“Bucky and Natasha, maybe Pietro. Steve won’t be there, so Natasha’s in charge.”

You nod, standing up and pulling out the spare blanket and pillow. Wanda stops you before you can place them on the floor, “You can sleep on the couch, if you’d like.” Your eyes widen, “Really?” The witch rolls her eyes, “Yes, idiot.” Picking them up, you place them onto the couch, “One day, those eyes will roll back so far they’ll never come back down.” She lightly punches your shoulder, “Don’t make me take it back.” You put your hands up in surrender as Wanda walks towards the window. You always take a nap around this time. Wanda thinks that if not woken up, you could sleep till judgment day. 

She sets up an alarm for you to make sure it doesn’t happen. You never asked about it, figuring she set it for herself and that you happened to benefit from it. Before you could tuck yourself in, Wanda asks, “I found a polaroid of you and your father in the drawer. How come you never talk about him?” You sigh, turning away from her, “Nothing really. Just distance.” 

Wanda knows there’s more to it, but she won’t read your mind to find whatever information you left out. The witch closes the blinds and picks up your worn out teddy bear from the floor, placing it next to you and walking towards the door. Turning, she glances at you, snuggled up on her couch, already asleep. Maybe sharing a room with you wasn’t all that bad.

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Next Chapter

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A/N: hello again. kinda long authors note but i got a lot to say.

i went back and changed a few minor things in the other chapters, mainly grammar and spelling errors.

one major thing i changed was becca to kate bishop. It felt out of place for her to be there tbh, figured itd be better to have an already established character.

also in the last chapter i accidentally left in ‘quinn’. She was another character that i put in that i ended up scrapping, but forgot to remove that mention of her.

Also, I know a lot of my followers came from my regina fic, so if you guys are reading this and want a new regina fic, give me some suggestions!

Sorry for the super long wait. Summer break started so new chapters coming!

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[dutchvanwinkle]

Mr Van der Linde Pt. 9 - Dutch x Reader

This chapter is on ao3, too!

Summary: Your time at university has come to an end, and you and Dutch talk about the future.

Word count: 4,390

Content warnings: None

PART 1 | PART 2 | PART 3 | PART 4 | PART 5 | PART 6 | PART 7 | PART 8 | PART 9 | PART 10

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Finally. Exams were over, and you were finished with university.  

That feeling you had upon leaving your final exam was akin to that of an out-of-body experience. You'd floated more than walked out of the hall until you reached the pub, and couldn't shake the looming feeling that you shouldn't be having fun, you should be at home studying. Everything you’d worked for throughout school, and specifically during the last three years, had all led up to this moment.  

Most of your group of friends had returned home after you were all partied out (poor Abigail being unable to drink but being a great sport nonetheless) to wait for the results to come through.  

You’d squealed when you saw yours, a top mark that was so overwhelming you'd immediately burst into tears. After you’d informed your family, you checked your phone to see two things: your group chat with thirty unread messages and a single one from Dutch, asking how you’d done.  

Unable to formulate coherent sentences, you opted for a screenshot.  

By some miracle, all your friends had passed too, even John. Abigail had done especially well, and you couldn’t have been prouder of her. You were beaming down at your phone, happy not only for yourself but for your friends too, when Dutch responded.   

Congratulations my girl. I knew you could do it. Can’t wait to celebrate with you ;)  

As always, Dutch’s timing was impeccable, a message from John coming through saying that he was hosting celebratory drinks at his house the following weekend. There were no prizes for guessing who put that idea in his head. Not that you weren't excited about the prospect; you truly were on cloud nine.  

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John had been the one to pick you up, and you’d unfortunately been running late after having an interview for a graduate job the same day you were meant to travel down.   

There were more people than you’d expected at the Van der Linde residence aside from your group of friends when you arrived, some of Javier’s family, Abigail’s parents, and of course Tilly.   

“I can’t believe your parents are meeting Dutch,” you mused to Abigail who’d joined John for the ride and was walking you through the house and to the garden, where you could already see the small group chatting with drinks in hand.   

“I know,” she widened her eyes at you, “we’ve had to rush through a good number of things thanks to this little one.”  

Abigail gestured at her tummy, which was now impossible to hide in her clothes. She’d carried well, and the bump had been tiny for a great deal of her pregnancy, which was now a month and a half away from completion. She was having a hard time finding a dress for graduation and was unfortunately going to have to get one on the week of the event thanks to her ever-changing body. But still, she seemed to be glowing and the thought of her as a mother suited her greatly.

You paused in the kitchen to get a drink, John carrying on ahead while Abigail stayed with you.  

“How are you feeling?” you asked, pouring her a cup of juice. “Still going okay?”  

“Yeah, actually. I’ve been lucky. Thought that knowing my luck I’d be sick for the entire time and aching for nine full months. But touch wood,” she grazed her fingertips over the cabinet door, “it stays that way for a while longer. Can’t imagine I’ll be very comfortable during the last month either way.”  

“Please let me know if there’s anything I can do,” you said ernestly. “At least it sounds like baby will be less trouble than John.”  

“I hope so,” she chuckled. “I couldn’t bear the thought of minding two of them.”  

You snorted a laugh. “Yeah, rather you than me. Is John still staying at your house for the birth?”  

“He is,” she confirmed. While the two would be spending most of the time at the Van der Linde residence, Abigail wanted her parents to be there for the birth and the two had planned to make the journey to John’s after a couple of weeks. You’d been briefly concerned whether she’d be okay travelling so soon, but her place wasn’t too far away that it would be unmanageable, at least. “Surprised he even wants to be there for the birth.”  

“I can’t imagine he’ll be much use,” you took a sip of your drink, “but it’s good that he’s shown willing.”  

“Agree.”   

You placed a hand on her arm. Despite her façade, you knew deep down she must be scared. This was a big deal, bigger than anything any of you had ever dealt with. “You’re gonna do great.”  

Abigail pressed her lips together and blinked her eyes at the floor. “Don’t make me cry,” she half-laughed, “I’m too hormonal for you to get all soft on me.”  

“Alright,” you held up your hands with a grin. “Shall we head out?”  

“Yeah, let's do that.”  

The pair of you stepped out into the garden, Karen jumping to her feet to skip over and throw her arms around you. “I can finally spend time with you again!” She pulled away, her hands holding your upper arms. “You have finally been having time to yourself, right?”  

“I have,” you nodded fondly. “I plan to do so for at least a couple of months.”  

“Here’s the genius amongst us,” Javier proclaimed, and you rolled your eyes at him. “Congrats,” he knocked his drink against yours once you'd walked over, “I’d say you’ve definitely earnt it.”  

“Thanks Javi. You did great too.”  

Javier was one of those irritating people who could put in minimal effort, yet still come out with a decent performance. It was truly aggravating.  

You sat beside him, opposite Dutch, who was smiling proudly at you. Lest you blush like a teenager, you took your gaze away from him.  

Thankfully, he was chatting with Abigail’s dad about something or other while you and your friends caught up. Of course, Abigail and John were postponing their job hunt, something Dutch had been quite insistent on; after coming around to the idea of them having the child, he’d been very hands-on and was more than willing to support the pair while they got to grips with parenthood.  

Sean and Karen had made travel plans, the two of them deciding on doing some interrailing around Europe together. You’d poked fun at Karen, asking how she was going to survive months on end sharing an enclosed space with Sean. For all that she hid her affection towards him, she was incredibly fond of him and the two were truthfully a good match; seemingly comfortable in their created chaotic environment.  

Javier had been interviewing like you had, planning on going into software too since it allowed him to work from home – he had no interest in hauling himself to an office every day.  

The music and drinks had been flowing for a few hours when Abigail and Javier’s parents left, Arthur and Charles arriving soon after and updating everyone on how married life had been treating them. They’d recently bought a beat-up house with a decent amount of land and most of their time was spent renovating it while deciding what to do with the space. They hadn’t yet come to an agreement, but they were set on it having something to do with animals and or nature conservation. Once it was finished, Arthur had said you all had an open invitation to come and see it.  

All the talk of the future was wonderful, seeing your friends so happy and bright-eyed as they prepared to take on the world. You couldn’t help but feel a little melancholy, having such an uncertain aspect of your future that none of them knew a thing about.  

You quietly escaped the chatty group, opting to dawdle in the kitchen for a moment while you took your time pouring out another drink.  

“I believe a proper congratulations is in order.”  

That lovely deep voice was carried in by none other than Dutch, who’d taken your brief departure as a chance to have some alone time. You smiled at him bittersweetly, and his face fell a little.  

“What’s wrong?” he stepped closer, not knowing what to do with his hand that he wanted to wrap around you, instead flexing it at his side.

With a sip of your drink, you shrugged. “I think I’m just a little overwhelmed.”  

Dutch tilted his head, and you looked at the ground, the urge to cry coming on strong for a reason unbeknownst to you. “Sweetheart,” he said softly. “Let’s go to the study for a moment.”  

You nodded, and he led you to his office, which you hadn’t seen for some time.  

Once inside, he perched himself against the desk and gingerly pulled you into his chest. You lay your head there as he rubbed your back soothingly, the scent and feel of him causing your worries to begin to dissipate.   

“I don’t even know why I’m getting emotional,” you mumbled into him, then took your head from his chest to instead look at him directly, his hands moving to rest on your hips.  

“Now darlin’,” he soothed, looking at you with all the adoration in the world, “it’s an emotional time. This is all different, it’s a whole new beginning.”  

“I know, but...”  

His eyes were warm, projecting all the comfort he could muster onto you by gaze alone. “But what?”  

“Everyone’s out there,” you gestured away from yourself, “talking about their futures. I’ve got nothing to say. It’s all so uncertain.” It felt silly to get up in your feelings, considering your great grades and even greater prospects, but it wasn't something you could help.

“Trust you to be instantly thinking about the next thing,” he shook his head as he appraised you, swiping his thumbs under your eyes to dry your tears. “You even had your interview today, right? How did that go?”  

“Good, I think. The office isn’t far, but I’d only have to go in once a fortnight. Might be a good fit if I get it, but I have others lined up if not.”  

“Exactly. You have an incredible future. With your career,” he took your hands in his, “with me...”  

“Do I?”  

“Yes,” he assured, “we said we’d wait to talk about it once all this is over, that doesn’t mean I haven’t already been thinking about some things.”  

“Like what?” you asked quietly, hoping he could paint a pretty picture to soothe your worried heart.  

Dutch brushed a hand over your hair, a fond smirk on his face. “About how we’re gonna settle the score so we don’t have to hide this. If that’s still what you want?”  

“Yeah. Yes. I’m just apprehensive about how we’ll get to that point.”  

“Understandable,” he placed a hand on his chest genuinely, “as am I. But we’ll plan it together, do it together. Okay? We’ll have each other, throughout and at the end of it all.”  

You nodded, a little unconvinced. It suddenly seemed much less manageable now that you'd reached the proverbial bridge and were preparing to cross. “I don’t want to lose anyone.”  

“We will do everything to make sure that doesn’t happen. Like I said, I’ve been thinking.”  

“Go on?”  

“It’d be wise to tackle the most difficult one first. Once John’s out the way, the rest won’t seem so bad.”  

That was true. You nodded.  

“We need to let John and Abigail settle first. Once they have, we’ll take them out and tell them. Be good to have Abigail there for moral support, her presence will hopefully keep John calm, too.” He brought your hands up to kiss them. “By Christmas, it’ll be out there, and we can deal with it however we see fit.”  

“You really think John’ll be okay with it?”  

Dutch shrugged. “I won’t lie to you; I don’t think he will be. Eventually, he’ll come around. He has to.”  

“Does he?”  

“Darlin’, I know my son. You leave the planning to me, focus on that job of yours. It’ll all work out. I promise.”  

You brought your intertwined hands towards you, resting your chin on his knuckles, feeling guilty that Dutch would take the extra weight on his shoulders in order to lessen what was on yours. “Okay, I will.”  

“And in the meantime,” he broke your hands apart and tugged on your hips to bring you between his legs. “I say you and I get away for a week at least, go somewhere hot where we can walk along the beach and drink cocktails together.”  

A smile grew on your face, a holiday abroad with Dutch sounded like the perfect way to pass the time until then. “We should get a place with another hot tub.”  

“Now that,” Dutch edged his face towards yours, “is a fantastic idea.”

He kissed you, and your troubles began to melt away. His lips were so soft, so warm, and he smelled so good. He was Dutch. Your Dutch. The man always had a plan, was always two steps ahead of you and knew how to fix problems before they’d even arose.  

“My sweet girl. We’ll figure it out,” he nuzzled his nose against yours, “I’ll do everything I can to make this work. You just have to trust me.”  

“Okay. I trust you.” You brought your hands to his jaw, keeping his face on yours as the two of you deepened the kiss, his arms wrapping around the small of your back and pulling you even further in.  

The faint thrumming of alcohol underneath your skin made itself known, and you shifted in your spot as you placed your hands on the base of Dutch’s neck, the two of you lost in the exchange as it solidified the promise of a future, whatever that was going to look like.  

“What the fuck?”  

You gasped as you pulled your lips from Dutch’s, his hands stilling at your waist at the sound of the all too familiar voice. Turning, you were met with John’s horrified expression as he stood in the doorway.  

“Son -” Dutch began, being cut off as John slammed the door open the rest of the way, making you jolt and pacing towards the two of you.  

You brushed Dutch’s hands away that were still on your hips, for some unknown reason, and turned fully, your heart rising up into your mouth and you felt as though you’d puke it out before he reached you.  

His gaze was fixed just behind you, on Dutch, and you stepped forward to get his attention. “John, John - it isn’t what it looks like.”  

Menacingly he stopped, his gaze shifting to you. “What the fuck is this,” he gritted.  

“I - I -” you stuttered, not a single excuse to explain any of it.   

“You,” he pointed at his father, “you’re a fucking pervert. And you,” he turned his gaze to you, “I didn’t have you down for a whore, but here we are.”  

“Johnathon,” Dutch snapped, standing, and you felt the heat radiating off both of them in waves.  

“What?!” John yelled. “You gonna make this my fault, somehow? Turn it around on me? Like you always do?!”  

“No, son – but you will not speak to her that way,” he snarled, and you looked back at him, willing him not to get riled up.  

Jogging footsteps preluded Arthur making his way through the door. “What the hell is all this yellin’ for?”  

John threw him a hateful look, and Arthur frowned, looking between you and Dutch. His expression then became one of anger mixed with disappointment as his eyes settled on Dutch. “Tell me you haven’t.”  

“Arthur, son, it is not how it seems -”  

“I goddamn knew I shouldn’t have believed you -”  

“Please, Arthur,” you interjected, placing a hand on his forearm to stop him from advancing further, “it really isn’t what it looks like.”  

“No?” John scoffed. “How about you enlighten us?”  

Your voice got stuck in your throat, and you cleared it a couple of times.  

“I’m waiting,” he lamented, and you noticed there was now an audience of Abigail and Karen at the door. “Please explain what earthly reason you have for putting your tongue in my father’s mouth. What’s the play here?” he waved his arms between the two of you angrily, “were you just gonna fuck on the desk if I hadn’t of come in?”  

You put a hand to your mouth, willing yourself not to hyperventilate; your worst fear was coming true, and there was nothing you could do to stop it. It was as though you were a third party, simply observing the situation as it played out with no way to intervene.

Realisation set in Arthur’s face first, and he muttered his brother’s name while glancing between you and Dutch.  

“No,” John scoffed, almost laughing, “ain’t no way. Don’t you dare,” he pointed a finger towards the two of you. “Don’t you fucking dare tell me that’s true.”  

You heard Dutch move from the desk behind you, and he walked past you with his hands out. “John. I need you to calm down.”  

“Calm down?! Calm down?!” John glared at Dutch, a face full of venomous anger, “you’ve been fucking my best friend and you want me to calm down?!”  

“John,” you choked, tears brimming at your eyes once again, and the look he gave you was enough to tell you that you were his best friend no more.   

“You should go upstairs,” Arthur said to you gently, keeping his gaze fixed on Dutch.  

“No, Arthur, I -”  

“Abigail, take up her upstairs.”  

“No -”  

“It’s alright,” Dutch tipped his chin at you, that same promise you’d seen earlier in his eyes still held there, “you go. It’s alright.”  

You shook your head, and he nodded his in response.   

“Abigail,” he beckoned her in, and she took slow steps in with poorly-concealed shock plastered over her face as though she didn’t even want to step into the tense atmosphere of the room. “Will you and Karen take her upstairs?”  

“Sure,” she said uncertainly, reaching an unsteady hand out to tug at your forearm.   

“Dutch -” you began.  

“Just go,” he stepped towards you, Arthur bristling as he did and causing him to stop in his tracks.  

Unable to think of any other option you hand, you shook your head and allowed Abigail to lead you out, she and Karen proceeding to walk you up the stairs in silence until you reached the spare room, where you sat on the end of the bed and they shut the door after you were all inside.  

There was nothing else to do except drop your head into your hands and sob.  

The girls approached, Abigail still uncertain but she sat beside you, Karen kneeling in front of you with a hand on your knee.  

They allowed you to cry, as you’d allowed them to do many times about their respective partners. Over the years, you’d been the one they’d go to when they had to let it all out, and over a hot drink, you’d chatted and taken their mind off it or talk it out until there were no more words or tears left.  

It appeared that you were crying your share of tears all in one sitting.  

“Sweetie,” Karen began tentatively once your sobs had turned to sniffles, “what on earth is going on?”  

You blinked up to see her concerned face swimming thanks to the wetness of your eyes, and Abigail stood to find tissues which she handed to you when she sat back down. After dabbing at your under eyes, you took a steadying breath.  

“John walked in on me kissing Dutch,” you said, your voice hoarse. “It isn’t exactly the first time we’ve done it.”  

“Did you really sleep with him?” Karen asked, and even in her serious tone, you could pick out a glint of admiration.  

You nodded.  

“Holy shit. How long has this been going on?” she asked hesitantly, and you only just met her gaze.  

“Since Easter...”  

“Well that’s not so -”  

“Of first year.”  

“Oh, you idiot.”  

At least you could rely on her to be honest. “I know. It’s terrible. I’m terrible.”  

Nobody argued against that, not that you'd expected them to. “I -” Abigail shifted beside you, “why didn’t you tell us?”  

“How could I? It all just happened... and then continued to happen,” you looked down at your hands, wringing them between each other. “We were gonna tell him, tell everyone,” you gave them both a desperate look, “just after the baby. We didn’t want all this stress...”  

“Wait,” Karen squeezed your thigh, “tell everyone what, exactly?”  

“About us,” you shrugged.  

“It’s... more than just a fling?”  

With a solemn nod, you cleared your throat. “It’s... much more.”  

“Oh Jesus,” Abigail rubbed disparagingly at her brow, “how could you let this happen?”  

“You’ve seen the man, right?” Karen asked.  

“Karen.”  

“What?” she laughed. “I can hardly blame ya for it.”  

“Sure,” Abigail snipped. “But what about John?”  

You were saved from answering that by a knock at the door, and Arthur’s voice behind it.  “It’s just me. Ya’ll mind if I come in?”  

Karen looked to you and you nodded. “Sure, come on in.”  

He did so, visibly radiating frustration but also trying to keep himself calm while in your company. “Ladies, would you give us a minute?”  

Karen checked in with you again, she and Abigail standing at your go-ahead. Once they'd left, Arthur took Karen’s place and kneeled in front of you. Your gaze remained firmly on the floor.  

“I’m gonna need you to look at me.”  

Your brow creased, but you did as he asked. You weren’t sure whether you should’ve been thankful for the pity on his face.  

“Arthur, I’m so sorry -”  

“Ain’t me you should be apologising to,” he began, “but I understand this ain’t entirely your fault. Dutch is... well I don’t like to be the one to tell you, but he’s done this before.”  

“I already know about Molly,” you said immediately, and Arthur’s face fell in surprise.  

“You do?”  

“Dutch told me.”  

“Oh,” he hummed. “Well, it don’t matter either way. Dutch shouldn’t have done what he did -”  

“Arthur,” you sighed his name. “Please listen to me. He hasn’t done anything. This was both of us.”  

“No, he has a responsibility -”  

“And he kept it! I came onto him. He refused! At least at the start.”  

Arthur shook his head. “That don’t mean much, he’s got a way about him -”  

“Christ, Arthur,” you huffed. “I’m an adult. In spite of that, I know how it looks, you don’t have to tell me. But it’s not the way it seems. It just isn’t like that. I -”  

“Don’t you dare say you love him,” Arthur’s face hardened.  

“I do. I’m sorry, but I do. Have done for a long time,” you said, full of regret. “It sounds crazy, I know that. But it’s the truth. We had a plan, a plan to tell John, and to -” you gestured vaguely, trailing off.  

“A plan to what?”  

You shrugged reluctantly. “Make it work.”  

“How? What kinda future do the two of you have?” he said pleadingly. “And is it worth it? Jeopardising your friendship with John, hell maybe even the others, so you can date him?”  

“I -” you sighed a defeated sigh.   

“Look, maybe it ain’t too late. But you can’t be serious about carrying this on, it... it ain’t right.”  

Arthur’s words stung almost as hard as the look on John’s face that would be imprinted on your mind for the foreseeable. Even if Arthur was wrong about the circumstances, he was right about one thing. There was only one way you could have a chance at salvaging your relationship with John.  

The way everyone had looked at you had you feeling insane. Like this was the worst thing in the world and only you couldn’t see it. It had never felt that way. It’d never felt wrong, or sick, even if you had been regretful and concerned about John at times. You and Dutch had always been right. He’d always been your sanctuary.  

But maybe, just maybe, Arthur was right. After all, was it true that everyone else was wrong? What was the likelihood that you weren’t being naïve and silly? You’d been in your own world with Dutch since the whole thing had begun, with no room or option for any outside opinions to make themselves known. Every disagreement the two of you had was worked out amongst yourselves, and not once had you had anyone in your ear to give you advice.  

And John. God, poor fucking John.  

You adored him, well and truly. He’d been your first proper friend at university, he’d driven you home for the breaks, introduced you to his flatmates who then became your closest friends, he’d gone out for food or drink when you needed to get away from the stress of university life. He wasn’t perfect, but who was? Certainly not you.  

Not once had you truly taken the time to think about what you were doing. Every time you came close, the thought was pushed to the back of your mind in the pursuit of self-indulgence. You’d erased his face far from your head while you kissed his father, fucked his father, all behind his back for two years.  

In truth, you weren’t convinced you even deserved him as a friend.  

Arthur was right. How could you and Dutch have a future? You’d believed it to be possible upon Dutch’s promise that John would come around, but how could you ever have believed that would happen? What a stupid dream that was. He’d never forgive you, rightfully so, yours and Dutch’s relationship would ultimately end, and you’d be left with nothing.  

For John, for once, you had to do the right thing. You had to make it up to him. You had to try, at least.  

“I want to go home.”   

Arthur nodded, standing, relieved to get you out of the picture for the time being. “I’ll drive ya to the station.”  

[mochidoie]

from die for you...

lee haechan x fem!reader wc - 4k genre - fluff, heartbreak angst, unrequited love, dorky!haechan warnings - mentions of alcohol

Dying for someone is dramatic, insanely impractical, lacking in logic. Nonetheless, Haechan would do it without any ounce of hesitation or thought. You just had to say it.

Haechan is a complete hopeless romantic. He’d do anything for love, even if it meant dying for it. You, the interest of his love, deserve every ounce of it that he could offer. He would die for you. 

You are perfect – head to toe. Your laughter rings a sweet tune in his ears. He sees it in your eyes– that spark of passion and all of your aspirations. He craves your touch like no other, it drives him absolutely insane. You are his first love.

Haechan genuinely feels a love worth dying for, all you have to do is ask. Ask him to be honest, ask him to lie for you, ask him to be everything you’ve ever wanted in life. He’ll do it all. All you have to do is say the words.

“Hyuck, are you still there?” He catches your wrist as your hand comes into his view. If only you could feel his pulse racing at this connection. Haechan had been so lost in his imaginations with you that he carelessly forgot the midterm that you two were originally studying for. 

“I’m here.” He reassures, but in a tone that says more than him being alert about the exam. You tsk at him, waving his hand from your wrist. You flip through the pages of the heavy textbook with ease. 

“You should be here.” You point at the page number at the bottom corner of the page and the title of the chapter. The sigh unknowingly escapes your lips, you’re disappointed in him for daydreaming off when you’re in the trenches with this upcoming midterm.

“You’re supposed to be the one helping me study, remember?”

“Right. Of course, I know.” Haechan tries to regain his composure.

“We’re not even on the same page.” Though he is most definitely over analyzing your words, he can’t help but feel you meant something more with that statement. 

“Now we are. Trust me, I won’t let you fail this.” His encouraging smile does make you feel slightly better. This is your first college midterm and it already feels drastically different from high school. You’re lucky to have Haechan as a study partner. He seems to grasp the material much better and faster than you ever could. It’s almost as if his brain is working double to make up for the lack of retention in your brain. 

Haechan has been your friend since sophomore year of high school. You two were more acquaintance level when it came to a friendship, mostly chatting in classes you two shared or in groups with mutuals. It wasn’t until you both realized that you were going to the same college did you two grow closer.

Haechan has always been notably smart. He was in the top 10 percent of your graduating class and set the test curves in math and science classes. His impressive intelligence earned him a full scholarship and many awards during graduation. Nonetheless, Haechan is a typical dork. His collared striped shirt is neatly tucked in, without a fail. He wears his bangs down and bluntly cut over his eyes. Natural body scent is his choice of cologne and he refuses to switch out his glasses frames for trendy ones since trends never last.

Haechan is slightly awkward around other girls or new people and he has trouble holding eye contact with anyone. In his free time, he can be found in his comfortable gaming chair and clicking furiously at his mouse, yelling into his headset when he loses a game. Or, he could be found in a library studying up a new subject that interests him. 

He shows no romantic interest in anything that breathes. The only things that excites him are numbers, books and video games, sometimes stocks. You have never seen him interact with any other girl besides you.

His best friends include Jeno, Jaemin, and Renjun. These four were practically inseparable, practically all dorky clones of one another. 

However, their dorkiness made them easy to approach. They were not intimidating, they mostly kept to themselves. All of them usually seemed disinterested in drugs, parties, alcohol and girls. If even asked if they’ve ever had a crush, they would all quiver and cringe at the thought of a romantic interest. 

Little did you know, though. Haechan gazes at you with longing eyes, endless daydreams of you swirling around his head. He bites his tongue though, holding back his dying confession. While Haechan doesn’t believe he’s the ugliest guy in the world, he lacks a lot of confidence in himself. A big reason why he doesn’t pursue anyone is because he’s afraid of rejection and solidifying his insecurities. 

He knows he’s a nerd, at least he’s self aware. Nonetheless, there isn’t anything that causes him to change. Perhaps, he has fallen too far into his own comfort to come out of it. He needs something to propel the change, yet he doesn’t know what. 

“None of this is making any sense.” A heavy sigh falls from your lips again, probably your fifth one since you two turned the page. “I’m losing it. My concentration.”

“Did you want to stop then?” You wished Haechan would just end it or make the decision on his own. “I’m good with either option.” But you can’t blame him for taking your thoughts into consideration.

“Let’s just stop. I have to get ready for a party tonight anyways.” You shut your dusty textbook and begin packing your things.

Haechan follows, “oh. What’s the occasion?” 

You laugh slightly at his innocence. “When did people in college ever need an occasion to throw a party?” Haechan frowns, but notes how you’re correct. He does believe he is one of the rare ones with a life outside of alcohol and drugs. 

“What I meant is if you’re celebrating anything in particular?” 

You try to remember why you and your housemates decided to get drunk on a random Friday night in March. It finally clicks and you almost jump out of your seat from excitement. “Julie finally broke up with her boyfriend!” 

“The one she had been dating since middle school?” Haechan inquires, genuinely surprised that your housemate gained the courage to break up with her horrible boyfriend. Despite his lack of romantic experience, Haechan can tell when relationships aren’t healthy and what bare minimum standards are.

“Yes!” Your favorite attribute about Haechan is that he remembers the details about things you say. It’s actually quite thoughtful and it is a main reason why you began looking for that attribute in other people you meet. “He is out of her life for good! We are celebrating this victory, care to join us?”

Haechan always feels bad when he declines your invitations to parties, but it really isn’t his scene and he really does not enjoy being surrounded by drunk people who can barely keep themselves standing. Nonetheless, your eyes and smile are so tempting. They remind him of the lengths he’d go for you..

“Julie finally dumped her boyfriend and now, the Lee Haechan is finally coming to one of our parties!” You squeal so happily. He could only wonder how he can keep you grinning like this forever.

He couldn’t hold back a smile himself, “okay, don’t be so dramatic. I’ve come before! Your housewarming.”

“That’s because I deliberately asked you to come with me to party prep and forced you to stay when the party began.” You rolled your eyes and swung your backpack over your shoulder. “You were halfway out the door before I dragged you back in and told you to take a shot with us.”

“Right, so my point stands. I have been to one of your parties before, whether voluntary or not.” He chuckles, really cracking himself with how you essentially proved his point with your counterargument.

You knew how to be playful with Haechan and didn’t shy away from teasing him when others have a tendency in protecting him against harm’s way. You treated him so freely.

“You just always have to be right, don’t you?” You slightly pinch the fabric of his sleeve and he jumps at the touch. You giggle to yourself, satisfied by the tiny reaction you were aiming for. “It’s BYOB, so bring something you’d drink because I won’t be surprised if drunk me makes you finish it on your own.”

Haechan gulps, “that sounds very threatening.” You’re already walking to the parking structure to your car. He watches as your fading figure disappears and makes his way back to his own.

Haechan exhales a huge sigh that had filled his lungs. His hands grip the steering wheel loosely, replaying the moments with you from earlier. He can’t stop thinking about the way you tuck your hair back during a difficult problem, or how many times you were cutely distracted by something on your phone. He could live with these memories on loop in his head and be the happiest person alive. 

Is this what being in love with someone feels like? He thinks that it has to be quite close.  Haechan can still remember the day his feelings for you began and how strong they slowly grew.

You were always around him – in his classes, friends of friends, passing by in the hallways — it was hard for him to shake these feelings. High school was honestly a blur for him because of his expectation and pressure to get into the best college and graduate with honors. 

A secret he still holds for himself is the reason behind his choice of college. Haechan never had the courage in high school to grow closer, he just never found a logical reason to do so without feeling as if he was coming off too strong. Nonetheless, the month that college acceptances came out and everyone started announcing where they planned to go, Haechan was the only one left undecided.

He was accepted into major prestigious private universities and the best of the public school system has to offer. These were colleges that classmates cried when they got rejected, dream colleges all just handed to Haechan on a silver platter. All the while, Haechan was struggling with moving on from his first love.

He knew it was dumb, actually ridiculous that he would follow a girl to college. But somewhere, somehow, some part of his mind wanted to act irrationally for once. So, when he heard your choice of college… he found it in himself to accept the full scholarship and join you. 

Now he had the opportunity to grow close. 

Everyone was baffled by the decision, clearly not knowing his reasoning behind it. He refused to tell a soul, even his best friends. While this college was still a great school, there were others that were better. But Haechan only wanted you. 

He wanted college to be something different. He can lose himself in numbers and books all he wants, but nothing completes him as much as spending time with you. No more missed opportunities to be with you.

Unlike many others who are confused with their feelings, Haechan was only ever certain about you. You were incredibly lovable, there wasn’t a single person you came across that could dislike you. Your laugh is infectious, it’s one of his favorite quirks about you. Your heart shares its space for so many others– generous, kind, considerate –you are the exact person he’d fall for.

He is so grateful to be a part of the same lifetime as you. Somewhere, somehow, you two crossed paths and he couldn’t stop thinking about you. You were a mark in his brain that he couldn’t wash off. He can’t imagine a world without you. That is how far his love for you spans. It’s unimaginably catastrophic. 

Haechan walks into your lively apartment, hands gripping the neck of two soju bottles and sweat already forming in his pits. The nervousness settles into his stomach as he maneuvers his way around warm bodies to find you. He has been to your apartment plenty of times before, so it feels much smaller when it’s full of people.

“Hey!” A firm hand lands on his shoulder. He spins around to see you grinning ear to ear and a shot of clear liquid in one hand. “You made it and you brought soju!” 

You pat his head, almost too lovingly. “I’m proud of this character development.” Giggling, you hand him the shot and hurry to pour yourself one as well. “Let’s take one together.”

“I just got here, y/n.” Haechan feels the gag in the back of his throat already. He takes a whiff of the mysterious liquid and almost chokes at the putrid stench. “Tequila.” He grumbles.

“You won’t suffer alone.” You smile and hold up your tiny glass for a toast. “Bottoms up!” You say as you throw your head back and take the alcohol like a champ. Haechan hesitates, admiring you in the darkness and rainbow lights.

He feels like he’s seen this scene before, whether in his dreams or imaginations. The way your hair falls back, the rim of the glass barely touching your lips, the wince in your facial expression, you really glow underneath it all. 

Haechan quickly catches up with the shot, knowing that a lingering stare will need explanation. The burning liquid runs down his throat and he has to hold himself back from anything coming back up.

“That is rancid.”

“It’s cheap tequila.” You laugh, already three shots in and feeling something hazy in your system. A group of individuals walk through the door and you’re quickly being pulled away to greet them. He can feel the disappointment crawling up his chest, but he knows better than to cling onto you at a social event that you’re hosting.

He looks around the room at unfamiliar faces and feels rather jealous at all the people that think they know you. They won’t ever know you how he does. That is one thing he is absolutely sure about. 

“Did you invite the others?” Your voice surprises him from his monologue. “Why’d you come alone?”

“They’re on their way. Jeno and Jaemin were held up at their biking club meeting.” Though you weren’t explicit about whether or not that invitation was extended to his best friends, he knew they were always welcomed. It came to the point where Haechan stopped inviting them around so he could spend more alone time with you. 

You nod, opening the soju he brought and pouring you both a shot. You are oddly quiet in contemplation. “You know… now that Julie is single…” the silence between the two of you feels thick in this stuffy apartment. He can’t tell where you’re going with this. “Why don’t you try giving dating a shot? She thinks you’re her type.” 

He is taken aback, clearing his throat nervously. You have never brought up romantic interests with him before. His throat closes up, not picturing that this is how the conversation would be. “How am I her type? Her boyfriend was completely different from me. He’s dumb, I’m smart.”

Haechan pushes his glasses up on his nose and waits for your explanation. He’ll be honest with himself: it did intrigue him that someone found interest in him. He has never really had that before and it has hindered his confidence. 

“She’s into that nerdy, good boy type. A guy that gets no girls so they worship the girl they end up with.” Haechan almost chokes on his spit upon hearing your explanation. You can’t be serious. He looks over at your unwavering expression and sighs, you are most definitely serious. 

“You think I’m a good boy type?” Haechan didn’t know why that part stuck out the most to him. He was fine with being a nerdy guy and he knew the worshiping was just nonsense. However, the good boy type seems a bit unwarranted. 

“Yeah, the only rule you break is probably your personal curfew. You don’t drink often, you don’t do drugs, you definitely don’t sell them either. You’re good, Haechan. A nice, good boy type that is kind.” Hearing you describe him in this way puzzles him greatly. He didn’t know you thought of him this way, not that he would ever initiate that conversation himself. 

He doesn’t say anything. For a moment, he is too shocked to even process what you just said. He isn’t sure if he should feel offended or slightly flattered that you have considered him romantically. 

You peek over at the silent boy, feeling a bit guilty at how ruthlessly shameless you were just being. You gently poke at his arm. “It’s not a bad thing… to be good.” 

He shrugs, “but Julie isn’t my type.”

Your eyes light up with wonder and curiosity, “you have a type? Since when did you ever think about a romantic interest?” 

Haechan feels sheepish, knowing that he is treading into dangerous waters the more he speaks. “I don’t know. I just know that she’s not.” 

You read his closed off demeanor and think that it’s best to not edge him on. Haechan has always been secretive or cold when it came to topics on relationships and romance. Nonetheless, you brush it off as it seems like something he doesn’t want to talk about. 

The conversation of his romantic interests does make you wonder… after all these years, was there someone out there that caused his heart to flutter the same way that math did? The thought of someone making Haechan doe-eyed and lovesick is a sweet and innocent thought. You could only wish for the best person for him.

Jeno, Jaemin and Renjun enter the scene, rather uncomfortable from the minute they step inside the apartment. “Hey….” Renjun barely mutters throughout all the noise. His hands are deep into his pockets and his shoulders are up to his ears.

These awkward, clueless boys. You run up and give Renjun a big hug, causing him to shudder and not reciprocate the gesture. “What took so long?”

“Jeno was interested in one of the bike locks our senior brought to show us.” Jaemin chimed excitedly, as if his mind was still on the impressive bike lock. “Long time no see, y/n.”

“Yeah, Haechan keeps saying you’re all too busy for me now.” You sigh. Jeno and Haechan take a quick second to exchange glances before nodding in agreement. 

“Yeah, more hands on work now.” Jeno rubs his hands happily with a cute grin. “So, how long are you going to hold Haechan captive for?” He playfully pokes at your arm. 

“Oh, not for long. You’re all free to go if you don’t feel comfortable staying. It was just nice to see you in a different setting.” Your gentle smile showed guilt in making Haechan come to your parties when they were completely pushing him out of his comfort zone. Yet, you still don’t understand the lengths he would go for you.

Before Haechan is able to say goodbye, you’re being dragged away by Julie into some dark corner. Haechan rolls his eyes annoyingly at how popular you are. “Ready to go, bud?” Jaemin asks the unmoving boy. 

“Just give me a moment, I want to say goodbye.” 

“Aw, so romantic.” Renjun snarks, bitterly and sarcastically. “Make it quick. I parked in a loading zone.” His face falls flat, meaning serious business.

Renjun, Jaemin and Jeno disappear from the party as if they never arrived. Haechan makes his way around warm bodies to find you, but the darkness hinders spotting you with a naked eye.

He spots Julie in the hallway with a facial expression of glee chatting with you. He is ready to interrupt, but the conversation catches his attention and he stops around the corner to eavesdrop, “well, what did Haechan say?”

His heart is practically in his throat. A part of him does feel slightly guilty for rejecting her, but he can’t deny the feelings he has for you. “He said you’re not his type.” You are so blunt with the statement, like there is no ounce of empathy in your voice.

“Are you just making that up?” Julie always had an edge in her tone when she spoke. 

“Why the hell would I make that up? That’s all he said.” 

“Yeah, that’s a shame. I’m sure we all know who his type actually is.” That matter of fact answer causes panic to rise in his chest. Haechan seriously needed to leave. He shouldn’t keep listening, but his feet are stuck to the ground. 

“What are you saying?” He wants to barge in now. Stop it all now. 

“You really don’t see the way he looks at you?” Julie sighs, “he would practically die for you.” 

In that very moment, Haechan feels his entire world collapse. He never wanted you to find out this way. Haechan had imagined the perfect confession – one where he could still save his ass if you rejected him.

He doesn’t know how Julie knew, but she had been the observant type. He would’ve never thought that you’d find out through her of all the people in the world. 

“He’s a good friend.” You’re in denial. Haechan could already tell from your response. 

“Yeah, he is. But he is also in love with you.” The frustration in Julie’s voice definitely indicates her envy has been festering for quite some time now. His knees go weak, losing his mind as you continue to deny her accusations. 

“Why are you being so in denial about it?” Julie retorts. “Don’t want it to be true?”

“I don’t. He is nowhere near my type at all.” You gulp. “I could never see him romantically and I don’t want to. I like how we are now.”

Haechan cannot stand to listen any more. It’s as if an iron fist smashed his heart into tiny pieces, beyond repair. While it felt unfair that you had to hear it from Julie, it felt ten times worse hearing your rejection.

Because Haechan knows. If he had been the one to confess directly to you, you would’ve sugar coated your confession. So, a mixture of emotions flood into his system. He’s rushing out of the party without a goodbye and his heart left on your living room floor. 

Dying for someone is dramatic, insanely impractical, lacking in logic. Nonetheless, Haechan would do it without any ounce of hesitation or thought. He would change the weather if it would make you happy. Haechan would adjust time if it meant he could spend more of it with you.

You just had to say it. 

He wishes he could take your rejection without a heavy heart. He had to have weighed the consequences of this outcome – he couldn’t guarantee that you’d feel the same way. He had to know that. His logical side would not let him sleep without acknowledging that possibility, as much as his heart believed you felt the same butterflies he felt.

So why can’t he stop the pain that is stabbing him in the chest? Why do tears blur his vision the more he replays your voice in his head?

He can remind himself all he wants on how your feelings are not obligated to be reciprocated. Nonetheless, this gut wrenching heartbreak has him spiraling out of control and losing himself in it all. 

He will never forgive himself for how much he loves you. You never wanted that love to begin with, yet he allowed himself to love you like you were his lifeline. Haechan will never forgive himself for being so hopeless.

He will never forgive himself for dying for you like he is now. Killing the feelings he hopes he will never feel again for you. Haechan would die for you, even if it meant that he would never feel this love for you ever again.

...to heartless: read

[boct-kimerakal]

they should know better

AKA more aly & sonya ... 🐟 !! fish emoji win

it starts, i think, here:

sonya (fishing cat /malayan monitor lizard) is a brilliant spark doing anything to stay lit. a desperate overachiever who has come up from nothing by fighting tooth and claw to make it into science & academia, and is dead-set on contributing something. one of those sacrifices somehow wound up being posing as a heiress’s daughter (you know, in exchange for the money that had been paid to get you your fancy education. desperate academics, hell of a way to get yourself an operative)

aly (kingfisher) is wasted potential. a middle-class child offered the full smorgasbord of opportunities, only to do nothing with it. a picky caretaker who can’t find anyone who thinks enough like themselves to take care of - therefore they’re rather depressed? indifferent, because they’ve been told their whole life that they’re settling for less (but they never wanted much?!..)

and they were roommates! until sonya... went missing... and aly got pulled into a conspiracy... searching for her. best friends, but they get further and further apart the more they want to get back to each other

god okay, i’m going to ramble it up. it all sounds so much better in my head.. i hate putting stuff into words, they never describe the thoughts quite right.

missing nostalgia ✩

they’re both in their late twenties. aly’s dreading getting called old and fearing the mundanity of middle-age. sonya’s just reminded she’s got a deadline. for each their own reasons, neither ever had a connection with their earlier youth, you know?

so i figure aly and sonya’s memories of being together are the closest thing they each have to the nostalgia of adolescence? and i think about this sooo much. my weirdo peerless animals...

for the kingfisher //

aly never made it to higher education. even discounting that, in their early education, the kid was a shut-in. i think a corny photo montage at a cheap school reunion would actually move aly to violent tears.

the kingfisher doesn’t have many memories of graduation parties or slogging through exam week - cramming notes and snacks. going through hell with your buddies, yea? even outside of academia, petty childhood rivalries, playing ball with the neighbours. none of that. deep and lasting connections, if not to people than to places, or foods, or games, or - anything! after sonya went missing and all the maddening isolation that followed (chock full of contemplation, i fear) they’ve finally realised: they’re madly envious of moments like that - things to have nostalgia about.

why a shut-in? [god, let me think...] aly was always able to do whatever they pleased. amicable, friendly, lukewarm - never graced by much pressing responsibility as a result, always able to slide by, just by being polite and fulfilling “simple” responsibilities (household chores, little acts of labour like hauling books and desks back and forth, helping clean up messes) i think maybe it wasn’t finding anyone who was as easily content by these things. juvenile friendships probably don’t come easy to the kid whose idea of an exciting sunday is sweeping the floor downstairs? but, well, there could have been peers. aly just wasn’t very motivated to seek community - like all these little acts would have benefited aly more had they ... sauntered over to do some volunteer work, y’know? lack of social reward subsequently made the guy a shut-in, methinks? so they didn’t often dragged along to the Fun & Exciting things that they figure other people have nostalgia about - sleepovers, movies. (but the ones they did get dragged to mean everything to them)

for the fishing cat //

sonya had plenty of opportunities for close camaraderie in school (because how else would these two find companions, if they weren’t forced to?) but she never really paid attention it. between social life and a grade - okay, well, it wasn’t even a comparison she’d EVER have entertained. she was a boy, dead-set on his goals, like a living ghost. so focused on being something that he became no one at all. even her early childhood wasn’t much festooned with friendships & other such trifles. hmm. something like: was it watching his mother try to keep him and his siblings afloat, alone? did he become too-quickly old with responsibilities? was that what made him think he was superior, since he must have been so much more mature, as he’d become the struggle? he was a little boy outcasted not by his peers, but by his own disinterest in them.

i think, around aly, a sort of festering nostalgia is brought to the front. sentiment - something she stopped caring about when she ‘grew up’ (and she’d grown up all too soon!) but for whatever reason aly keeps tugging at it with their own reminiscing. (un)intentionally(?) unravelling things like her long-ignored homesickness, or the want to listen to her mother’s favourite songs - which are lying in dereliction in the backwaters of her mind, i’m sure. all this which she’d forsaken in pursuit of achievement before her time was up. part of her pities thos guy who envies missing things, just as much as she despises the idea - because she wishes she didn’t have the capacity to miss.

sonya probably hates being reminded she’s a human being, but can’t hate aly for it (because that’s too human) you better believe that makes her angrier! except, uh.. she refuses to even accept that she’s angry, because she’s set on insisting she’s an impersonal machine, a vessel for a goal.. ah. definitely not making it worse. anyways - another shut-in. lost in textbooks and timers, doing the avoiding instead of being avoided. peerless because she had a greater purpose, all bets placed on her future. she never wanted all this. she’s starting to regret the things she missed because of all that avoiding.

[oh! intellectual competition in her higher education .. that’s a good topic for a next ramble. when you get to that top school and realise they’re all smart + how sonya stayed in her own lane because she never wanted to be a genius - just able enough to fulfil her end goals, but how the need to compete also began to break her...]

it’s things like: sitting in front of a fan on a hot day, (sonya’s writing up notes and aly is playing a mindless word game) - walking back from the supermarket with groceries. very slowly eating food together and talking (wow, how have they never done that before with anyone else? at least, why does it feel that way?)

so it’s the mundane things that make them both rueful... sonya because she’s regaining her sentimentality (much to her own chagrin, of course); aly because their overwhelming sentimentality is being indulged at long last. they’ve never had anything like it - for better or for worse, so intimately cherished - to long to return to, and now they both do?

it’s this stuff that’s so wicked & evil to think up and that also captures my imagination so dearly... the boring things, suddenly and unexpectedly made obscenely meaningful. drawing them in comparison to what happens next for these two.. haha! pure evil!

whatsit means going forward? ✩

AUGH! like! sonya has a plan for what she’s going to do after she’s done with this favour. after her debt is settled, she’s moving on with her life, getting her old (but still fake) identity back and working for KERIS: researching, writing papers, applying for grants. for some reason, though, that future of scholarly focus is tainted by vestiges of aly.

at first, she’ll think nothing of it. that’s just how it was before, so she’s imagining it that same way for the future. aly is a blur, half a hand handing her a chart or the unseen person who must’ve put her lunch on the table. then, the longer she goes under her cover, the more? tangible? aly becomes? aly is making her her lunch in front of her, they’re laughing at sonya’s poor attempt at a joke, she can see every pore on their face. feathers crawling across their skin as a wing forms - then spreads, filtering sunlight - as they glide down a flight of stairs, then joke about it - see? a “flight” of stairs! it’s all too vivid.

she needs aly in her future. (whoops! sorry girl... must be so unflattering for an unattached academic) aaand while she slowly becomes fixed on a future with aly, aly is obsessed with re-imagining their own past.

all this haemorrhaging regret, plus the hopelessness that follows sonya’s disappearance and the TORRENT of conspiracies it’s muddied by, is why aly tends to conjure scenarios of themselves and sonya - snippets of a shared childhood they could have had. they’re marching on with the investigation ruthlessly, they won’t give up whatever the cost, but indulging the what-could-have-been-s has become a (rather crutch-like) sweet respite for them. even if they don’t get the love their of life, their best friend, back - at least they have someone as the subject of their manufactured memories. awful, isn’t it?

so? i guess this means aly spends their life drowning in the past and sonya, racing towards some unattainable future? hm. i think i like how that shakes out in the big picture. a few too many coincidences, got to throw a wrench or two in ... otherwise, i’m done! i think my next yap goes the opposite direction(???), the availability of education to aly and sonya’s envy of it.

[sagaonline]

my old friend and now

The other day, an old friend of mine sent me a message. I haven’t spoken to her in three years, so seeing her name pop up not only in my messages but also in my Snapchat notifications was a shock. she said that she missed me, and that she really didn’t want to drift apart after we finished high school, but things sometimes take turns that we don’t want or expect.

I didn’t reply for a while. I worked a whole shift before I had the courage to say anything. Why was she messaging me now, after three years? I suspected it was because I’ve recently graduated from university, and I posted my excitement for the next chapter of my life on social media. Was that some sort of unknown invitation for members of my past to come back to it?

When I did reply, I said I missed her too. Honestly, I don’t know if I did. It’s always been hard for me to regulate emotions, the teetering line of feeling too much and not enough. Normally, when I fall out with friends, I push any thought of them as far away as I can, too desperate to not feel fear and upset at the fact that they aren’t in my life anymore. It’s the same with her, I hadn’t really thought about her since we last spoke. But the moment I wrote those words, they were real. That ache that comes with missing someone flooded my chest, that feeling of loss because I’ve missed such a great deal of our lives.

I don’t know what she’s like these days, and we used to be best friends in high school. That scares me. 

We had known each other all through high school, only really becoming super close in the last two years, and even more so in my senior year of high school. She was there for me when no one else was. We went to the mall together in our free periods and we sat together during our art classes, we hyped each other up for our major projects in Drama class, and she read all my essays with enthusiasm that even some teachers didn’t exhibit. I hosted tutoring sessions for classmates to help us through the final exams, and she attended every session, keen to learn things she already knew. 

She asks what I’m doing with my life, congratulates me with my recent graduation.

“What’s the next step for you?” she says, well, types. This is all over messages. She tells me she works as an ‘EA’ (or, ‘the office bitch’ as she dotingly refers to it) in the city, and she works full time and can’t meet until after the twenty-second. I’m happy for it, but I’m secretly jealous at how her life seems so put together at twenty-one, and I feel like I’ve tripped off a cliff and I haven’t stopped falling for even a second. 

“I’m going back for further study,” I reply. “I applied for my MA the other day, and I’m thinking of applying to work at our high school in the meantime. Full circle, and whatnot.”

“That’s so great! You’ve been talking about this for forever. I’m so happy and proud of you,” she replies. I don’t remember telling her about it when we spoke, but maybe I did. Another reason for me wanting to reconnect with her is because my memories of high school and elementary and everything in between are spotty. I guess, when I live in books and fictional worlds of the things I write, my own reality tumbles a bit. 

I remember, when I was first accepted into university, she was the first person I told. It wasn’t the degree I ended up doing, or at the university I ended up  going to, but it was something I was proud of and something I wanted to do at the time. I remember talking about that. It was for a school in the capital, working in forensic science majoring in chemistry and law. Crazy, comparing it to the degree I ended up studying (linguistics and language science). It felt like me, but I guess, linguistics is me now. 

We organize to meet up on a random Sunday, a date we will finalise more closer past the twenty-second, and we call it a night. I didn’t expect to hear from her again, but she pops up. She sends me a snapchat selfie of her at work, she texts me about whether I moved for uni like I’d always planned to and she asks what I do for work. 

“I actually have two jobs right now. I work in retail in plus size women’s fashion and I also edit novels and online publications and stuff,” I say. Compared to her fancy full time job, I feel a bit like a joke. Both my jobs are part time, and even though editing is something I love doing (hence, delving my life into reading and writing), it’s not good paying, and I work on one project every few months. Retail is a nightmare, as is any nightmare. It’s better than my last job, I tell myself with the intention of forcing myself to be happy for what I have. I used to work at a department store, and I had for five years before I left. 

I didn’t actually reply to her until a few days after about my work. I don’t know why, but I delayed it. Me and messaging people isn’t the best combination. Something about the tangibility and immediateness of it scares me, I think. It’s not uncommon for me to not reply to someone for hours, if not, days on end. There’s a video on Snapchat she sent me that I still haven’t opened, which is even more nerve wracking for me. 

When I did reply to her, it was in the early morning, and she replied a couple hours later asking if it was a store in our local mall. I replied that it was, and she said she was coming to say hello. 

I haven’t seen her in three years, and she’s coming to my workplace for a quick catch up chat. 

I get nervous when it comes to going to things I’ve known about for weeks, pre-prepared plans with my own family. Now, I’m meeting the girl I used to be friends with until we fell apart spontaneously, and I don’t feel a thing. I don’t feel nervous, or anxious, or nauseous like I usually do. I just feel like me, maybe a little bit excited. It’s not a feeling I’m used to. I walk around my small store for hours until she comes in. And when she does, I’m talking to my coworker who just started. And it’s not awkward. 

She tells me she’s moving into the city with her partner. She tells me her salary and her plans to move up in the company. She tells me how much money her company has spent on their Christmas party, and all I can do is swallow and stare at her. 

Her hair is different, shorter. Her face is different, like she’s grown into it, but it’s the same girl underneath. The same girl I had known for five years before we became inseparable in senior year. Her voice sounds the same, but she’s aged. She’s grown into this beautiful twenty-one year old and I look the same as I have since I was sixteen. It’s not that I feel jealous, I’m proud of her. It’s strange to see. 

When we were in high school, we used to joke that she would stay in this shitty town forever, without a partner, and still in the same shithole department store she worked in. She’s outgrown this town, and I can’t find it in me to hate her for it or be jealous that it’s not me. In high school, she played guitar and she sang and she would paint pictures in art class about what she was feeling like when she listened to music. Now, she’s flourished and she’s about to move out with her partner and start a life in the city, far away from the small town we grew up in. 

We haven’t had a chance to plan a proper-catch up just yet. Originally, when I thought she was still staying here in our town, I had recommended  a cafe we had visited many times before. Now, we’re talking about a shopping mall that’s local to her new place, with expensive bougie food that requires at least three pictures before fork can even be placed near the plate. 

And I find that I dont care. As long as I can spend time with her. We have a lot to catch up on. And I am nothing but excited. 

Saga.

[enterenews]

Lee Ha-nui, Korean traditional music → actress… Life history revealed

'You Quiz' actress Lee Ha-nui told her life story.

Honey Lee, who gave birth in June of last year, said, “My name is Ari. There is Arirang in Arirang, and it also means ‘fighting’ in Korean.” When Yoo Jae-seok asked, “According to rumors, she danced until dawn before giving birth,” Lee Ha-nui replied, “Even though I’m 40 weeks and 4 days (the baby) hasn’t come down. I made up my mind until 2 am and danced for 4-5 hours.” He continued, “I just played the BTS song and just danced it as it was. My excitement couldn’t win,” he added.

Lee Ha-nui said, “She completely resembles her husband. I prayed that I would have a daughter like me. There are a lot of things that get stabbed,” he said, “It’s scary to look at my photos in the past,” and he shuddered.

Yoo Jae-seok asked Lee Ha-nui, "Is it because of Kim Tae-hee that you made your debut in the entertainment world after walking the path of a Korean traditional musician?" In response, Lee Ha-nui said, “I met as a senior in the ski club. Already at that time, she was a very famous senior,” and trembled, saying, “It was almost campus Jesus.”

Lee Ha-nui said, “I went to the ski club, but they played very nice,” and “caught up on the table.” Then, she explained, “Taehee unnie, who saw that, said, ‘This kind of thing (?) has to be done by a kid (?) like you.

Lee Ha-nui of “Korean traditional music family” said, “I had a difficult childhood. It was a little heavy for me as a child. When I entered the first year of middle school, he came to see me. I was put in that situation because I was not prepared, and it brought me a lot of disappointment.”

“Does it feel like there’s always a wall you can’t get over no matter how good you do? I think there was that sense of despair that no matter how good I was, I couldn't overcome it,” she confessed, “I had a dream in which I failed the entrance exam by the time I was thirty-five or six.”

Lee Ha-nui, who said that she was a 2en1 trainee, said, “After finishing graduate school, I auditioned because I wanted to try something I wanted to do. She also had to live in graduate school, so she got up early in the morning, practiced, took classes, and after that, danced and practiced.”

When she entered Miss Korea, she said, “Her mother told me to just go out. It's the first time I've ever had such an extreme bump because I had no real thoughts. She danced as a trainee and was running towards her dream, but she had a lot of squabbles,” she said.

At the same time, she said, “When she heard that there was a world competition, she wondered what a modern Korean ‘Mi’ would be like. I think I was curious because I was a person who indulged in music for a long time about Korean beauty,” she said.

Yoo Jae-seok said, “My first debut work is a musical. But while doing so, I suddenly went on the way to study in the United States.” In response, Lee Ha-nui said, “I thought I could do it, but there are things I shouldn’t do. I was a person who liked and enjoyed performances more than anyone else, but since I was trying to become an actor, I felt so naked,” he confessed.

[the-doomed-witch]

A lil'hurt that you totally forgot about me but laughed too much at you seating on the couch next to your grandma, phone out opening a lesbian smut, gasping and hiding it. 😂😂😂

Well, it doesn't need to be a back to back series.. it could be just some drabbles and small fics around the same AU... Like when you hav- OH, I JUST HAD AN IDEA... maybe count as a request? Now I am excited. *talks really fast*

Wanda bottom air hostess + Y/N! Mommy/daddy. They are working together during the New Yrars in a transatlantic flight. Maybe Y/N suggests that Wanda would be having a different kind of fireworks at midnight (hot🔥hot🥵hot🔥hot). And she teases and edges Wanda several times during the whole flight, just letting her come at exactly midnight.. COME ON - do that for both of us! That would be a great plot... think about it? You know you want it :x 😬

I clearly am not the best person to tell you to be concerned.. I am right now in a tire shop fixing my car and having very detailed thoughts about edging Wanda until 2023.... do you need a ride to hell? 😂

Ok, I might be feeling a little sympathetic to the teacher who had to grade a 70+ page ledger 😂😂😂

And I am totally down to the menstruational rights!! I once had that discussion with my embryo teacher. Got up from the exam and told him I needed to reschedule. He was.. not understanding... and asked me for a "medical pass(?)". He thought I would have to go to the hospital to get one.. I just texted a doctor which I know in front of him, she gave me the paper over whatsapp in a few minutes and I shoved at his face.. it was the best moment of my entire graduation.. it was better than graduating itself. *His face to me mic dropping in front of a 80 students class* <3 #GenderfluidBossing

Funny how a now-also-smut-writer would score 100% on human anatomy... (I will not continue this line of thought)

(Thirsty twodots having thoughts about Wanda)

. . 🚿

PLS HAHAHA I LITERALLY THOUGHT IM GONNA BE DISOWNED 😭😭😭 for one fact i know is i’m not out to my parents and i don’t plan on coming out ever so yeah, it’s kind of horrifying x2 😭

drabbles & small fics around the same au sound like a great idea to me! but anything in continuation? i just can’t do that🥲

IT’S ALMOST 7AM AND I’M LOSING MY MIND OVER THIS REQUEST 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 edging wanda over and over and then she gets so sensitive and starts begging with her innocent and adorableeeeeee face so you kind of caress & coo to her and tell her to wait for a few more seconds 🥺 i’m gonna start working on it because mmmhmmmm i love this idea so much 🤤

oh my 😭😭 you can definitely come and pick me up on the ride to hell. yup there’s absolutely no escape for me so why not go there a little in advance?

don’t get me started on the 70+ page ledgers and journals and whatnot. duuuuuuude they ask us to make the most stupid ones like they’d do that just to get on our nerves. once they asked us to make different interest received and interest paid accounts LIKE FUCK THIS! THIS IS SO STUPID. i barely think they even grade it, they just go through the balancing figures 🥲😭

AS YOU SHOULD. IT PISSES ME OFF SO MUCH WHEN MEM THINK MENSTRUATING IS AN EASY TASK. YOU ARE SO ICONIC FOR THAT!!! they usually go like “you guys do this every month it should be easy for you to adjust.” yeah asshole it’s not limited to a week. the week before we tend to fall sick and feel uneasy. the week during we have cramps headaches and so many other issues. the week after we still suffer from them. so approximately 3/4th of our life is spent in physical pain and it’s fucking not easy!!!!!!!

whenever a man begins mansplaining me about menstruation it makes me SO ANGRY i cannot even begin to explain.

no no no keep going i wanna learn more about this line off thought.

i literally laughed out at the thirsty two dots omg that’s so cute hfgfghhvdghg😭😭😭

[harryseightynine]

rose; introduction

here’s a piece of something i thought i’d write about and will probably write more of! the harry of this trope is the harry in 2014 (bandana/frat) and longhair!harry.

warnings: pregnancy & kids. fluff & short : )

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“When will she be born?” Your youngest son, Nate, asked you while looking at your belly where his little sister is.

“At the end of this month.” You replied, smiling as you noticed the excitement in his eyes. “Are you looking forward to meeting her?”

“Much.”

You both laughed and continued talking. Nate telling her about his day at school and how he couldn’t wait to show Rose all of his toys.

Being 26 years old and having 3 children and being pregnant is not an easy task and requires a lot of calm. YN loved her kids, they were everything she could ever want but when you become a mom coming out of adolescence and into adulthood and having a boyfriend who travels the world all the time, it’s not something anyone is used to.

Harry and YN met before he even auditioned for X-FACTOR, your families being friends and the two practically growing up together. He is two years older, they started dating when she was 14 and he was 16 and they continued that way until she turned 18. To say that their relationship was the most beautiful thing and that they looked so happy all the time, as the Internet labels them, would be a mistake.

During the 4 years of relationship, without children, everything seemed complicated. While he traveled around, singing and doing what he loved most, she was studying for exams waiting for him to return to Hometown. On vacation, she’d manage to take a few weeks off to join him on tour and have some time just for the two of them, traveling somewhere quiet or just staying at home, lying down and cuddling.

When she turned 18, for a while, everything looked good. She wasn’t busy with college – wanting to take some time off before studying again – and they had plenty of time just for themselves. Most of 2014 was filled with joy, smiles, kisses and everything else anyone could want.

Until July, when everything changed.

YN was sick for about three days, thinking it was food poisoning, vomiting and having headaches. The idea of ​​her being pregnant never crossed her mind, not least because she and Harry always used protection.

YN was at her sister’s house, decided to stay there for a few days to help her with her newborn niece, when the pregnancy issue came up.

As Claire commented to her friend and YN about how she found out she was expecting a child, she then talked about the symptoms she was having, being the same ones YN had been experiencing lately.

When she realized she was likely to be pregnant, she went quiet, losing attention to the conversation and starting to get scared.

***

As soon as YN left Claire’s house, she ran to the pharmacy closest to her house and bought 5 different tests. Grief was already flooding through her and she just prayed that she wasn’t actually pregnant.

She couldn’t be. That’s the problem. She just can’t be pregnant.

Maybe later, when she and Harry were settled, when she was graduated and in a good steady job, maybe when she and Harry got married. It could be anytime but now.

On top of all these factors, there was Harry’s career in it all. He was world famous, playing shows all over the world and he made money from that. He was only 20 and she was 18, how could they raise a child?

YN waited nervously for 5 minutes while the tests were done. She was lost in thought, from bad to worse, anxious about what would happen if those tests had two lines, indicating that she was indeed pregnant.

When her cell phone alarm went off, she blinked, a little dizzy, and went back to the bathroom, where the answer was.

It wouldn’t be surprising to say that she almost fell backwards.

***

Over time, Harry and YN managed to adjust to the lives of new parents. Harry cut back on the number of shows, only going early in the pregnancy and when she was six months old, he definitely took time off from everything just to be with them.

They don’t regret having Hazel young, in fact, they think they couldn’t have had a better time for it. Obviously, there were disagreements, insecurities and fears in the beginning, but everything calmed down over time.

Now here they are, with 3 girls and 1 boy. 8 year old Hazel, 4 year old Caroline and Nate and Rose, getting ready to come into the world.

Hazel was like a typical big sister, always protecting her siblings and she was brave and smart. Nate, he was messier and funnier, laughing at everything and getting up to speed. Caroline, on the other hand, was determined, liked to dedicate herself to things, even if it was only with her dolls; she could say she was like YN, while the other two were just like Harry.

They couldn’t wait to meet Rose.

[thranduilsperkybutt]

Warnings:  Stranger Things Season 4 Vol.1 minor SPOILERS!

Gif source:  Here

Imagine helping to tutor your little brother’s friend, Eddie Munson, so he can finally graduate. (Henderson!Reader)

---------  Request for ME  ---------

Leave it to your big-mouth little brother to volunteer you for something without even asking first. It wasn’t as if you weren’t familiar with Eddie Munson. You had known about him even before Dustin went and joined his Dungeons & Dragons club. When you were in your senior year, Munson was already retaking it. It didn’t come as a surprise to you that he had flunked out again.

“You did so well in Miss O’Donnell’s class, I thought you could help Eddie out! Come on, I need to get on this guy’s good side! Please?”

Damn your bleeding heart, you wish you could say you agreed only for Dustin’s sake, but it wasn’t really that, was it? If you were being completely honest, you were doing this because of the massive, well-kept secret that was your one-sided infatuation with the pariah of Hawkins High.

Grin and bear it should have been your senior quote, considering that’s exactly what you had done that year. Foolishly hoping that with graduation would come your salvation from the stolen glances sent his way and the silly thoughts that plagued your mind. You’d nearly cleansed yourself of your crush entirely, until Dustin brought him back up again.

Maybe, in the end, Dustin did you a favor.

There’s no doubt that you would never have gotten to really know Eddie the way you have if it wasn’t for Dustin’s proposition. You had barely been able to build up the courage to greet him in passing during high school, let alone actually befriend him.

Now, though? You found yourself laughing easily with his attempts at breaking the ice, and soon you’re left thinking that maybe Eddie wasn’t as intimidating as you had thought back then. That he might actually be kind of sweet.

And you’re barely a month into your tutoring sessions when his van screeches into your driveway familiarly, barely settled into park before he’s hopping from the driver’s side to wave a piece of paper in the air on his quick stride towards you, “Hey, you’re never gonna’ guess--- guess! You won’t get it right! I know you’ll never guess!”

“Eddie,” you’re still in your uniform from work. Unable to keep your giggles at bay with the way he waves the paper around your face in his excitement, “what are you talking about?”

“O’Donnell’s mid-term,” he all but sings, popping the paper properly in front of your face so you can see where it’s been marked in red pen alongside his handwriting. “I made--- wait for it---” Eddie grins, and you bite your lip with worried anticipation, “a seventy-two!”

You can’t help the excited squeal that leaves you at the news, because this was--- no doubt about it--- the best news you’ve had all month, “Oh my gosh, Eddie! That’s so great!” Eddie was barely under passing, and with this grade, if he didn’t do terribly on the final, he’d be able to pass this year. “Let me see!”

He dangles the paper over your head, grinning as you reach for it, “Oh, you wanna’ see, huh? Wanna’ see all the hard work payin’ off?” His teasing chuckles only die down once you manage to snatch the paper from his grasp, glancing proudly over the corrective marks.

With a contented sigh, you beam at him, “I’m so proud of you, Eddie.” He turns his head to look out over the lawn, but there’s no hiding his smile, or the slight flush on his cheeks.

Dark eyes glance back to yours, “What about we blow off the tutoring today, huh? We should celebrate.”

“Hmm,” you offer his exam paper back to him, “I guess one day of playing hooky won’t hurt. We’ll do exam review another day. Do you have something in mind?”

“Actually,” he fidgets with the paper in his hands, as if worried you’ll reject his idea, “my band has this gig. It’s kinda’ later tonight, though, so... I’m thinkin’ maybe we get some food and then you can come see us play? If you want to, I mean. You don’t have to---”

“No,” you stop his borderline-rambling and the smile that cuts along his jaw at your answer is enough to send your heart thundering like you were still fresh on the high of your crush from last year, “I’d love to.”

[justwritedreams]

Baby, just to ride with you | Jeno

Jeno x reader, racing street au! Word count: 2911 Genre: fluff  Author: maari Warnings: Jeno being the sin he’s and reader scared of the racing. Don't do it at home, please. Note: Mark’s voice JENO LEeeEE ok maybe i’m a little too excited for this one that I’m posting right now. I could write a part 2 idk 👀 Request: Hiiii I'm loving your stories and I really love the way you write! Can I please request something with either Jeno or Haechan? Like them being racers and try to win y/n attention and that lead to kisses and flirting? Something super fluff.. I hope it makes sense, it's okay if you can't or don't have the time! Thank you for reading this and keep doing you! Have a nice day/afternoon/night!

Your parents always told you to stay away from troubled boys and you were always a good girl until Jeno came into your life. You were 15 when you met him. He moved to your school and was best friends with your brother, they were both in the same class and he was only a year older than you.  So living with him turned out to be inevitable. Jeno would play video games at his house every day, with the excuse that he had a project to do with your brother, he would participate in intimate birthday celebrations and even Christmas at your house. So when everyone told you what a dangerous badboy he was, you couldn't understand. Okay, Jeno carried a mystery in his eyes that was very attractive, as much as a magnet, and sometimes he would disappear out of nowhere and come back with some bruises but with you, he was sweet and considerate. He always stopped to chat when you had to do the dishes or were studying in the kitchen. You always stayed friendly with him, the rule was: never get involved with your brother's friends. And you managed to stifle the crush you had on him until your last year at school. You thought that after Jeno and your brother graduated, he wouldn't show up at your house as often and the butterflies in your stomach would go away. Well, he stopped visiting your house less often and your brother spent more time with him on the street, but the butterflies only increased. And with them came worries. Jeno would show up with your brother at dawn between Friday and Saturday, both trying to make as little noise as possible, but you always saw him through your bedroom window, sometimes he looked hurt and other times he looked out of his mind, filled with rage. You didn't question your brother either time because he always managed to hide it from your parents and you never managed to run into Jeno the next morning because he was already gone, but you knew something was up. And you couldn't help but worry, even dreaming about him on the nights he didn't appear. Another Friday and you were exhausted, the last few weeks of exams in high school were slowly killing you but at least that meant that soon it would be over and you would finally go to college. You just wanted to get home, take a shower and throw yourself into bed, you deserved it after hours at school and on the subway. But when looking for the key in your bag, practically throwing everything on the floor and without success in finding it, you started to think that resting would be an impossible task today. Your parents weren't in town and your brother, from the amount of times you've banged on the door, wasn't home. Annoyed, you went to the house next door looking for Renjun, he was friends with Jeno so for sure you would know where he was, and if you knew where he was, you would find your brother.

"Y/N, hi." you smiled politely when Renjun appeared at the door. "Sorry to bother you." you spoke and saw him wave his hands to say it was nothing. "Do you know where Jeno is? My brother must be with him. I forgot my key and he locked me out of the house." Renjun chuckled and reached into his sweatshirt, pulling out his phone. "Jeno asked me to go to a party and gave me the address, I can give you that." You agreed and Renjun showed his phone screen so you could write it down on your. Jeno was on the other side of town and you sighed as you realized you would have to take the subway again, but you had no choice. "Thank you Renjun, you will save my life." You said goodbye to the boy and hurried back the way you had come.

It was already getting dark when you arrived at the place, you had called your brother countless times and left millions of messages, none seen so far. And you were confused when you realized that this was not quite what you had imagined. To be honest, you've never seen such a lush car since fast and furious 2. You rubbed your eyes a few times to make sure it was real and not an illusion of your tired mind. But it was. The street was filled with racing cars and several people around as loud music played. Well, the street was far enough away from the houses and you could understand why no one had called the police yet because of the noise. As you approached, looking everywhere for your brother, you noticed that people looked at you without understanding what you were doing there. Maybe your school uniform helped with that. But you just ignored the stares, you had more to worry about than people's opinions.

"Y/N?" you stopped where you were when you heard Jeno's voice from afar. You looked around for him and found him behind you, his expression confused and surprised at the same time. He approached, backing away from everyone who was on his side. Including two girls. "What are you doing here?" He didn't seem to believe you were there. Jeno didn't usually talk to you when he was around the crowd sincr school and whenever he did, the conversation didn't last more than five seconds. You knew it had to do with fact that He had to keep the badboy pose and that was something he couldn't do it with you. "I'm looking for my brother, have you seen him?" you asked shyly and started playing with your bare hands. That was the effect of several people staring at the two of you. Jeno smiled and blinked a few times. "He didn't…come here. I think he's with his girlfriend or something." Girlfriend? Since when did your brother have a girlfriend? That pissed you off even more. All your travel to the other side of the city had been in vain. You were tired, hungry and sleepy. And without a place to sleep tonight. Wonderful. "Did something happen?" he asked worriedly and took a good look at your expression. "I forgot my key somewhere and he locked me out of the house." You complained and crossed your arms. You didn't care if you looked like a grumpy kid who pouted when you got a no, you were pissed off. Jeno laughed and it caught your attention. He always had two smiles. The cute one, who made his eyes practically close when you talked to him at your house. And the conqueror, which he rarely used with you. But that's the one he gave you and it made your legs shake. "I can take you to my home." he suggested and you looked at him suspiciously. Easy like that? "Why does it seem like there's a but?" you spoke and saw him laugh, then get serious and look at you intensely. Jeno walked up to you and approached your face until it was close to your ear, a wind touched your body at the same moment he released the air. "If you don't mind walking over there." he turned his body back and you followed his gaze to what he wanted to show you, trying to ignore the shiver that ran down the back of your neck. This happened often when you were around him. The car he was leaning against earlier, black with a neon orange stripe, was low-slung and glowed even at night. You didn't know anything about cars but you knew that this one was racing, and expensive. It wasn't the kind of car anyone had in town. You wanted to question how he had gotten that, because he was suddenly so cheeky around you. Not that it was bad, even though he was cute to you he was intense, but tonight he was terribly attractive. It didn't help at all in your situation. The damn butterflies coming back in full force. But you chose to agree silently, without the strength to find your own voice, and turned to face Jeno. He was smirking and there was something in his eyes, a glint of amusement perhaps. He extended his arm, indicating that you go ahead and did so. Feeling weak in the legs just by looking at him. Don't be ridiculous, that's what you thought. The people around you backed away as you and Jeno approached the car, but something surprised you even more. You didn't know how to open the door, it was heavier than usual and just wouldn't come. It was then that Jeno approached to help you, but he leaned his body against your and placed his hand on top of yours, making the necessary force and pulling up, completely the opposite of what you were doing. You held your breath, feeling Jeno's heat wash over your body and then fade away. Making room for the cold. He appeared on the other side, the smile still on his face and you entered while blinking non-stop, trying to understand what that had been. He didn't touch you like that before graduation and that was new. A new good. You sat in the leather seat and the view from inside the car was completely different from what you were used to, you closed the door carefully and when you put your bag near your foot and the seat belt on, you heard Jeno laugh. You stared at him, eyes already watching you intensely, drawing a sigh from you. "What?" you asked and he started the car. "Glad you did." Pointed at the belt and you frowned, ready to ask why when Jeno drove the car slowly, since there were still people nearby. But he stopped a little further on, another car appeared from the side and a person in front of them both. Wait, that wasn't... The two cars roared and you looked at Jeno, hands gripping the steering wheel tightly as he stared straight ahead with determination. "You won't…" you started to speak but didn't finish as Jeno started the car quickly after hearing a noise. It was the starting signal. You felt as if your soul was leaving your body as the car drove at a speed you had never witnessed before. It was as if you were on a roller coaster, the scenery outside was just a blur and you suddenly gripped the leather seat with all your might as Jeno raced with you alongside him. You wanted to yell at him for the first time in your life, but you didn't know how to say it felt like you were going to die so quickly. That wasn't safe. Nothing safe! He only slowed down when the car beside him was out of sight but he didn't stop. He kept driving and driving, until your heart started beating right again, without feeling like it was going to explode, and he went to a secluded place. You only managed to take a deep breath when he stopped the car, from your peripheral vision you could see that he turned to face you but before Jeno could say anything, you took your belt with force and opened the door, getting out of the car angrily. You tripped a few times, your legs wobbly, not knowing if it was from the race or from Jeno, and that helped you catch up. "Y/N." He called to you and even the soft voice, almost bordering on guilt, didn't stop you. "What's your problem?" you screamed and turned to look at him, with tears in your eyes. Now he actually looked guilty, getting serious as he looked into your red eyes. "I didn't mean… I thought…" "We could have died!" you interrupted him, feeling all the air in your lungs go out. You approached and slammed your fist into his chest, the noise was loud but Jeno didn't seem bothered by it, on the contrary, he held your arms not too hard but enough to stop you. Jeno suddenly hugged you and you squeezed him tightly, gripping his jacket as you buried your face in his chest. "Alright, it's over." He stroked your hair and you took a deep breath to try to hold back the crying. "I'm sorry!" you felt him place a kiss on the top of your head and it made you feel a little calmer. "Please forgive me. I swear I didn't mean to scare you. I'm an idiot." You stayed like that for a while, the heat of his body in a way so unknown to you and the kisses he distributed on your head helped in this process. "You really are an idiot." you pulled away and were about to wipe your own tears when he did. The movement so smooth and the wide hand so warm has caught you off guard. "I am. What kind of guy makes a doll like you cry?" With no tears to wipe away, he then proceeded to caress your face. Forgetting why you were mad at him, you smiled at the nickname he used for you. You haven't heard it in a while. "The kind of show off idiot." You spoke without being able to look away from him. He smiled weakly and nodded in agreement. "The kind of idiot who wanted to get your attention." Admitted it and you felt nothing but the truth. That made your jaw drop. Why would Jeno try to get your attention? He didn't need to do anything but exist. "You don't need much." you shrugged but he didn't seem to agree. "When it comes to you, I do." You frowned, confused. "You never noticed?" "What?" you ask, still not understanding. Jeno took a deep breath before approaching you, the bodies touching again. "I've always liked you since I met you." the world around you seemed to stop spinning. "But you were my best friend's little sister and I was always a… badboy. It meant danger to a girl like you." You raised your eyebrows, completely in shock. You mean you two had a crush at the same time and since ever? "I thought I liked the danger." You spoke and saw his face wither. "But I only like you." Jeno looked at you the way he did when he didn't understand anything. "Huh?" You laughed, unable to control yourself this time. "You were always so sweet to me and affectionate, you never lacked respect even though you were a badboy. Well, except now that you raced with me in the car and it felt like I was going straight to heaven." You spoke quickly and saw him smile widely. The way you loved it. "I can take you to heaven, no car this time." He licked his lips and you held your attention there as he dropped his gaze to your mouth. You just nodded, unable to say anything to him so close. Jeno fixed his hand on your face and you felt a shiver when his fingers touched the back of your neck lightly, he approached slowly and it was almost torture but at the same time it gave you the image of him closing his eyes slowly, you imitated him. Feeling your heart thudding as if it were against your ribs, Jeno kissed you. Unlike what you had ever dreamed of, because yes you had dreamed of this scene countless times for the sake of your mental health, he was kind. As it always was with you. Lips almost asking for permission to move and you used that to place your hands on his chest, feeling him drop one of his hands to your waist as his lips captured yours with enjoyment. Now he was kissing you greedily, like he needed it to live and you were sure you did. It felt almost the same as you had on the race, heart beating fast, legs shaking and hands gripping his jacket once more that night, wanting to make sure he didn't pull away. Jeno was imposing and when your tongues met, you sighed, reaching up to grab the back of his head as he reached down with his other hand to hug you around the waist, squeezing out any air. You didn't want to stop but it was necessary to catch your breath, he put you on the floor and you didn't even realize he had taken you out. You looked at each other and smiled, your mouths red and swollen, but your hearts wanting more. "Wow, wow." You said and he looked at you in a cute way. "If heaven is like this, I'll ride with you wherever you go." He laughed, his head falling back and you had to control some of your hormones that told you to kiss his neck. "My proposal is still valid, I can take you to my house. Since you don't have a place to sleep, you're my guest." he looked at you seriously and you felt a heat all over your body, seeing your reaction he brought his face closer to speak very close to your ear again in that night, enough for his lips to touch your skin. "I should warn you that I stay up all night." Well, maybe you should listen to your not-so-puritanical hormones.

[father-time-and-baby-new-year]

alphabet boy II

SYNOPSIS: college AU. Armin, your brilliant tutor, invites you over to his house for some studying. Naturally, you're nervous and he seems to be giving you a reason to be.

PAIRING: SCUMBAG!Tutor Armin x FEM!Reader

WARNINGS: half edited, noncon/dubcon, fingering, non-penetrative sexual content. gaslighting, manipulating,

A/N: really need the motivation to write again and I've been slacking on my multi-parters so here's a somewhat highly anticipated one. Armin fuckers, this is for you. non-Armin fuckers, I hope this converts you

WORD COUNT: 2.0k

II. I.

“You’re not paying attention.”

You feel his voice right by the shell of your ear, and the proximity nearly makes you reel back in surprise but you manage to catch yourself.

“S-sorry” You apologize, wishing you didn’t stutter.

The thing is you’re just really out of your element. This is the first time you’ve been to Armin’s house for personal tutoring, and it was hard to focus on the material when his presence was so distracting.

It wasn’t like you were fantasizing about him or anything [well…]-you always tried to banish those thoughts as soon as it came. But still, being alone with an attractive boy with a disarming charm was causing some jitters. You felt like a shy middle schooler, on edge and jittery.

The last tutoring session in the library when he [basically] called you stupid plagued your mind. The memory of him feeling up your thighs lived in your head rent-free.

“Let’s take a break.” He sighs. Your heart drops at the noise of disappointment but you suppose it’s what you deserve.

You push your laptop lightly aside on the table, the bleak light straining your eyes, and ask for the bathroom. You just wanted to freshen up and be alone for a few seconds. The bathroom is meticulously clean, something even you knew was unexpected for a boy. You looked at yourself through the spotless mirror, scrutinizing every flaw.

You sigh, fiddling with your dress collar. Why you had tried dressing pretty for a boy so out of your league, he may as well be in Mars--you didn’t know.

When you return, there is a tall glass of lemonade waiting for you.

“Thought you might be thirsty.”

It’s a simple gesture that makes you blush so you thank him earnestly. Like the gentleman he is, he assures you it’s no problem. Not wanting to prolong the awkward silence, you compliment his apartment, “This is a really nice place. So much light and space.”

You’re babbling but he engages you regardless, and you two are mindlessly discussing the benefits of living at off-campus housing over dorming. His words are pleasant but there’s a sinking feeling within you as you notice he’s bored. Or maybe distracted was a better word.

“So, do you have a boyfriend? Or anyone you’re seeing?”

You nearly choke at the question uttered through a buttery voice.

“Oh um, not really.”

“Not really?”

You made a mental note to answer in definitives. Armin seemed the type to snuff out anything he reasoned as half-truths.

“No. I uh, don’t have a boyfriend.” And then you clarified a pin-drop later, “And I’m not seeing anyone either.”

The blond hums a playful tune that’s vaguely nostalgic.

“Have you ever had a boyfriend?”

You don’t understand the point of this line of incessant questioning, and can’t calm your heart rate.

“I-um, I don’t-“

Taking one look at your serious face, eyes rimmed with worry and cheeks pink, he laughs. It’s a startling sound like bell chimes.

“Relax. I just wanted to know if you had any experience.”

The sentence flies out of your mouth before you can even ponder it: “What do you mean by experience?”

It’s not his fault if he can’t hide the feral grin that crosses his mouth right at that moment. You can’t discern his expression as you’re staring at anywhere but him, so you don’t notice the uncontained excitement that glimmers in cerulean eyes.

“Let’s move to the couch. You’ll be more comfortable there.”

You think about saying that you’re fine wherever you are and didn’t really feel like changing positions, but he’s already striding towards the couch. So you start packing up the materials, before a clear voice calls out to you, “It’s okay. You don’t have to bring all that. Just bring your flashcards.”

You hoped that wouldn’t mean he’d quiz you, but that’s exactly what he meant to do.

“Law of diminishing returns.”

“Wait! I know that one!” You brightly exclaimed, “ Uhh..it gives way to the catch-up effect which means poor countries tend to grow more rapidly and they’ll one day essentially catch up with wealthier economies.”

The blond ran his hand through his hair before sighing. You could feel your heart drop. You were sure you were right. Was your answer wrong enough to cause exasperation?

“Stick with the formal definition next time. I didn’t ask for the theory based on the law.”

You pouted, and Armin couldn’t help but relish in how eagerly you sought his approval, like a puppy performing tricks to appease their master.

“You should sit closer. Can you even see the word?”

You moved closer to him, knees knocking into each other. He looks down at the completed set.

“Well, you didn’t do as bad as I expected.” Ouch. But maybe he meant it as a compliment?

“But,” the corners of his mouth curled, “I’d say you’re still struggling.” Never mind.

“T-this is a new chapter though. I don’t think we’ve even gone over it in class.”

Blue eyes narrow, and you wonder if he’s going to give the well-meaning spiel about how staying ahead was the only way to keep up. That mantra may work for someone with high ambitions and an extremely good work ethic but you were no well-oiled machine. You had other classes too!

“Why are you so defensive?”

Your eyes widen in surprise at the question, spoken so softly and casually, you almost miss the disdained lilt.

“Oh uh-“

“Listen to me. I quizzed you so I’m able to assert your skill level. And your response to my assertion is that it’s something you haven’t gone over in class yet. Do those things relate to each other at all?”

Meekly, you shift your attention to the rug.

“Answer me.”

“N-no”, you squeaked.

“And what have I always told you? The only way to keep up is to-“

“Stay ahead.” You finished, “I’m sorry, I just-“

“Did I say you could interrupt me?”

You could feel the blood rushing to your ears, unsure when the atmosphere had shifted. Your heartbeat was beating rapidly and you could feel your body go warm.

He sighed, and placed a hand over over your folded ones, squeezing your palms.

“You know I’m just looking out for you right? It almost feels like you don’t care-“

“No!” You exclaim, “I-I do.” Heat pools into your cheeks once you realize your grave mistake, “I-I’m sorry for interrupting you.”

The blond smiles radiantly and it nearly melts away all of your worries…until he opens his mouth to deliver another damning remark.

“You know, with your looks…you don’t really even have to graduate. Maybe choose an easy major and then get some rich husband to take care of you.” There’s a distinct lack of humor in his tone as if he wholeheartedly believed every word he was saying.

Your eyebrows furrow in blatant confusion, and in the back of your mind, danger signs are flashing at the back of your head. Your thighs are growing warmer. Oh no, this could not be happening right now.

“That’s what most girls’ dreams are anyways.” He inspects his spotless nails, “You chose this class because Ackerman’s attractive right? That’s why his class has such a high drop rate…silly girls join, not understanding how harsh of a grader he is.”

You open your mouth to defend yourself but the next inflammatory remark he spews almost sends you to shock, “Though I bet, if you got on your knees for him, you’d be getting an A on those finals.” He laughs as if he was saying something particularly amusing, an undercurrent of spite coloring his words, “You wouldn’t even need me as your tutor.”

There are a million things on the tip of your tongue but no voice to speak them out. You want to ask him why he’s been so weirdly invasive, what his weird hang-up with professor Ackerman was, and of course, the casual sexism was really throwing you in a loop. Still, you have no doubt Armin could beat you to a bloody pulp several times over in a verbal lashing, and your mind was too fragile to deal with this.

You’ll sign up for a new tutor or better yet no tutor. You’ll get over your social anxiety and join a study group. You’ll go to all of Professor Ackerman’s office hours. Anything had to be better than this. You’re giving yourself this pep talk in your head but there’s no denying that your legs feel warm, and the self-improvement speech is withering away in your mind as it seeks to instead process how Armin fucking Arltert is touching you right now.

He pins you against the cushions, one hand locking both of your wrists. You’re shaking but your pupils are blown out wide.

He smirks, “There’s an excellent stress reliever for studying you know.”

You limp in his hold but the cocky attitude behind his words brings you back. You thrash under him, earning an annoyed growl from the blond.

“I’ve been so fucking patient with you, you know? Planning out your study guides, sharing my notes with you, proofreading homework, going over the mock exams—don’t you think I deserve a little compensation?”

“I-I’m sorry.”

He's right. He's right. Armin actually has done so much for you. Maybe it was too easy to take for granted because of how efficient he was, and how he acted like it was nothing. But right now, nothing really was everything.

He smiles. Yeah, this is who you were. Add just a little bit of pressure and you crumble. That flash of bravery from before was nothing but a petulant outburst from a child who didn’t know any better.

Armin coos, “Isn’t it a little embarrassing to be a virgin at your age?”

With unbridled precision, while he’s still holding your lower body down with the weight of his legs, he unbuckles his belt and ties it around your strained wrists. Red fills your face, and like always, you’re struggling to find the right words to respond. To say anything at all. Most of all, you can feel a wetness building at your core.

“I know the way you look at me, you know.” He kisses the dip of your neck, slender fingers splayed from under your shirt, “I know you’re into this.”

And because he is a scientist who must have evidence to back up his hypothesis, his hands find themselves under the waistband of your floral skirt that you foolishly wore, pushing the cure pastel underwear aside. You’re writhing in his grasp but maybe not as much as you should be, but it’s not your fault your movements are sluggish right?

“You have such a funny habit of not deleting your windows and keeping your bookmarks open.”

You freeze.

“This entire time I thought you were some prudish virgin even though you dress like a whore. Someone with who I had to be gentle. But all that fucking porn you read? Nasty. Is that why you need help in this class?” He punctuates slowly, "Because you're wasting your brain for something else?"

Immediately, you remember how you left your laptop on the table. You remember how many times he used your computer to double-check the notes, and you trustingly let him, forgetting that despite deleting your tabs, the hidden windows of steamy erotica were not yet erased out of their existence. Embarrassment violently paints your body.

He doesn’t wait or care for your response as he starts a vigorous assault on your clit with his slender finger, rubbing up and down in a vicious manner. The second finger prods at your entrance, feeling a tight cavern despite the amount of slick collected. Your eyes roll back in pleasure-is this what being with someone is like?

Stop. Get a hold of yourself. Why are you so fucking horny right now? It doesn’t matter what Armin said about you or how he called you out for the fiction you’ve read, because this is real life. But Christ, it’s Armin, the boy you’ve had a crush on since the moment he explained to you what a marginal abasement curve was. Stupidly handsome Armin with a gentle voice and too-blue oceanic eyes. Stupidly handsome Armin who coerced you into being under him.

You’re so fucking warm and tight, and Armin can’t wait to sink himself inside of you, can’t wait to humiliate you further. With nimble fingers he untied the ribbons of your dress like you were a Christmas present, groping your soft mounds and marking up your collarbone with teeth and tongue. Crystalline tears roll down the side of your face. You really shouldn’t be crying when you’re this wet.

“So fucking funny how you can’t look at me in the eye when we have a conversation but you read the filthiest fucking smut I’ve ever seen.”

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[humancomedy]

Human Comedy: Tragedy - 2

Mitsuru: Mmm~! Feels so good to be out in the sun!

Location: Shopping Area

Time: A few minutes later

Mitsuru: Mmm~! Feels so good to be out in the sun!

Hajime: Fufu, yes, it's starting to get warmer little by little. I think the cherry blossoms will bloom much earlier this year, at this rate. Although, they were just very late in blooming last year.

And last year's flower-viewing live, SakuraFes⁠. That's the one Akehoshi-senpai and his unit members performed in, yes? I'm wondering if we can do one this year.

Mitsuru: Whaa~? I wanna be in the marching band again! I wanna dash around while going doot-doot on my trumpet! ☆

Hajime: Mrmm... Anyone could do that sort of job, so I'd rather give it to the new students instead.

Our seniors have been a huge help to us, so I'd love to do the same by watching over our juniors and giving them opportunities.

Ehehe... I'm sorry, maybe that was a bit arrogant of me?

Mitsuru: Nope! Hajime-chan's always right about everything! But wooow... so we're gonna get juniors too... It hasn't hit me yet!

Hajime: Fufu, it's so exciting~ I wonder what sort of first years we'll have?

If any cute students come in, let's invite them over to Ra*bits and power our unit. ♪

Mitsuru: Hmm... I'm not super sure about this so I wanna ask... Are we gonna stay as Ra*bits even after our seniors have graduated?

Hajime: Wha... I mean, that was exactly what I was planning to do...?

Mitsuru: But we didn't actually promise that, did we? Also, Nii~chan's graduating, so...?

Hajime: Um... By any chance, did you want to join a different unit? Or are you planning on making a new one?

Mitsuru: Nah, that's not why I'm asking... Ra*bits is the best, y'know~! I looove Ra*bits! ♪

But, we can't stay the way we've always been. Everyone keeps acting like that's what's gonna happen when spring comes around.

It feels like they're turning their eyes away from what's important, like, to avoid deciding on anything...

We'll just trip and hurt ourselves if we dash ahead with our eyes closed... It'll be too late to cry then, y'know...?

Hajime: ...?

Tomoya: Heeey~! You guys need to slow down...

Don't leave us behind. Well, all of us know where to go. If the worst comes to worst, we can just meet up there. But still.

Hajime: Waah—I'm so sorry! Mitsuru-kun, let's take it slow, okay? Tomoya-kun can't catch up because he's carrying Nii~chan.

Nazuna: Zzz.... Zzz...♪

Mitsuru: Oh? Nii~chan's asleep! He looked sleepy on the train ride too, actually~

Hajime: Fufu, it must've been rough to prepare for the entrance exam. I'm sure he's exhausted from all of it.

We've also been busy with jobs as Ra*bits lately, so he's been working hard there too. Nii~chan's not the type to cut corners with work, after all.

Mitsuru: Ahaha, it's 'cuz he doesn't have much stamina. But he's mentally tough!

Tomoya: No, you just have an endless amount of it, Mitsuru.

Nii~chan's our leader, so he takes on way more burdens than we do... It mentally and physically weighs him down, y'know? Sadly, it makes sense he'd get this tired.

Hajime: Fufu, then it'll be you who'll have a rough time once the new school year starts.

Tomoya: Huh? What do you mean?

Hajime: Eh? I thought you'll be the new leader once Nii~chan graduates...?

Tomoya: Whaaaat?! When did this happen?! Who said that?! Mitsuru's the one who's most talented, and you're the one who's best suited for this unit...!

Mitsuru: Huh? So you're not gonna be our next leader? But it suits you!

Tomoya: But Nii~chan never really said I'd be the next in line... Oh?

Nazuna: ...Nnh? Sorry, was I asleep?

Tomoya: Ahh... Don't worry. I'll carry you, so you're free to sleep until we get there.

Hajime: That's right! It might be too rough on Tomoya-kun to do alone, so we'll take turns carrying you.

Mitsuru: Ahem. ♪ Nii~chan's light so it's all good! But I wouldn't be able to move one bit if it were Mikechan-senpai we were talking about!

Nazuna: Nah, I'll walk by myself... Sorry, I think my body can't keep up with everything that's been happening lately.

Guess that just shows how close I am to my final days here... I'll do my best to not give you guys a lot of pressure until the end, so I hope you can let me be a little dependent for now.

It's just that I've been getting nightmares lately, so I didn't get enough sleep... Yawn...♪

Hajime: Fufu, that was a big yawn just now. Maybe your pillow's the reason why you're having bad dreams.

Ritsu-oniichan knows quite a lot about sleep-related products. Maybe I should ask him to recommend some?

Mitsuru: Hey, hey~! Nii~chan's really tired, and it's hard to carry him, right~?

We don't wanna waste our energy before we even get to do our job, so how about we take the bus there?

Look, we can get to the TV station from this bus stop! That's where our job's at, right?

Hajime: Yes. The main part of our job is a photo shoot for a TV program, but that also means we'll be performing a live, too.

I think it'll be a rough day for us, so you're right. We need to have as much energy as possible for it.

Tomoya: Alright, guess that's what we'll do. The TV station's not that far from the train station, so I thought we could just walk there

But we have been making good pay with our jobs, so there's money to spare. It wouldn't hurt to spend a little on the bus.

Nazuna: Mmm... You guys have become so reliable. I kinda feel bad though, since this is all 'cause of me.

Hajime: Oh no, it's definitely nothing like that. Tomoya-kun said it earlier, but this is how we'll pay you back for everything you've done for us.

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The Boyz as your best friend

A/N - So I recently wrote this for txt and annoyed it so much I thought I’d write one for the Boyz!

Disclaimer: this does not represent the members in real life and is purely for entertainment purposes!

Sangyeon

The reliable best friend

Literally always there for you when you need him

Wants to take care of his best friend and, although he’ll never actually ask, wants his best friend to also take care of him too

Because he loves to receive affection as much as he loves giving it

And will probably become very sulky if he sees his best friend give others more affection than they give to him

He seems to always be prepared for every situation, and a lot of the time you’re like ???

Because he’s just that prepared

Like there was a time when you fell over and scraped your knee

And, instead of laughing at how comically clumsy you are, Sangyeon instantly kneeled down beside you and asked if you were ok

Which is just incredibly sweet

He also had band aids at the ready, and put one on your wound

He carries around Disney princess ones because he finds it amusing when one of the guys hurts themselves and then has to walk around with a pink and glittery Rapunzel stuck to them

Jacob

The lifelong best friend

The first thing that came to mind for Jacob was that he is just so loyal and caring

I just think he likes to have fewer friends that he’s really close to instead of loads of friends

He’s the sort of person you want by your side for anything, the good and the bad times

Because he’s just so empathetic and gentle

And genuinely happy for you whenever you succeed

I mean, at your graduation he was almost too embarrassing

Because when your name was called out he started shouting and cheering for you so loudly

It was so endearingly cute how excited he was for you that there was no way you could have been mad at him for it

On that note, he hardly every gets angry

To the point where sometimes you try to annoy him just to see how far he can be pushed

And although he thinks the world of you, he does have a limit and won’t hesitate to let you know if you cross the line or are in the wrong

Hyunjae

The cheeky best friend

He’s just the sort of person that seems to want a lighthearted dynamic in his friendships

You know, the ones where you can say pretty much anything to each other and not take yourselves too seriously

Doesn’t like it if he finds out his best friend has a secret he doesn’t know about

Because you know all of his, so why shouldn’t he know all of yours?

He cares about you so much though and he always makes sure you know it

Like there was one time when you were stressed with exams and you wouldn’t return his calls or messages because you were so busy

But was he gonna let you get away with that? Absolutely not

So he turned up at your door with takeout and persuaded (forced) you to take a break and spend the evening watching movies with him

Which made you feel so warm and loved because he wanted to make sure you were taking care of yourself properly

Overall, he’s just a sweetheart and the bestest best friend to you in the world

Younghoon

The adorable best friend

Younghoon just has this way about him that makes him so adorable

Like he can make your heart melt in seconds just by pouting

He probably has his best friend wrapped around his finger at all times

And by that I mean like even if you don’t want to do something, Younghoon will probably find a way of getting you to agree

For example

There was this drama that he really wanted you to watch because he thought you would love it

Except, you really can’t stand cheesy, cliche dramas, so you declined

And it seemed as though you’d finally managed to get your own way

But Younghoon had other plans and decided to keep casually bringing it up every time you would hang out together

Until you got so tired of him going on about it so much that you finally caved in and agreed to watch the drama with him

Maybe the cheesy drama wasn’t as bad as you thought, even though you wouldn’t have chosen to watch it in any other circumstances

And maybe it was worth giving into Younhoon just to make him happy

Juyeon

The oblivious best friend

And I mean oblivious in all senses of the word

But is that because he’s shy and pretends to not be aware? I’m not sure…

Why can I just see him having the biggest crush on his best friend

He just seems that type to me

Maybe it’s mistaken for the longest time to be pure infatuation with you because he adores you so much

But then he realised that it could be more than that thanks to Eric and his persistent teasing about it

From then on Juyeon would probably be increasingly more flustered and shy around you

Because he truly believes you are the most beautiful person inside and out and it makes him nervous

There’s been numerous times when he has almost spilled about his crush on you

There was even one time when you were hanging out together and he actually uttered the words “I love you so much.”

Which made you freeze in shock because was he saying that in an ‘l love you like a friend’ way or ‘I love you in more than a friend’ way?

And due to your unreadable expression Juyeon panicked and quickly added “because you’re my best friend.”

But if either of you knew how fast the others heart was racing just by the thought of it meaning something more…

Kevin

The clumsy best friend

It’s endearing how awkward Kevin can be

But he’s also still very cool, which he insists makes you cool as a result

Be on alert at all times because he could embarrass you or himself at any moment

Although, you admire his ability to not care too much about what others might think and enjoy life to the fullest

Has probably tried to teach you to twerk numerous times

But the only time you ever join in is if your are drunk

Except…

There was one time when you were out and there was random music playing in the street

And you both simultaneously broke out into spontaneous twerking

It was a hilariously wholesome moment between you

And despite people judging you both you chose to take a leaf out of Kevin’s book and just enjoy the moment

Chanhee

The sweet best friend

Chanhee is just very sweet and thoughtful

And is always the first person you turn to for advice or if you need help

If he hasn’t heard from you for a while he will let you know about it

Not that he’d be mad at you for it

Because he understands that you both have busy lives separate from each other

But your friendship will never be broken by anything that could possibly keep you apart

You know because Chanhee made you pinky promise him

He’s the sort of best friend that will listen to you rant for hours

And not because he feels he has to, but because he genuinely cares and wants to know what’s been going on in your life

And he absolutely loves it when you do the same for him

For instance, when Sunwoo had pushed him too far one time, annoying him so much that Chanhee actually walked out

The first and only person he wanted to be with was you

So when he turned up at yours to find you waiting for him with open arms and a sympathetic smile he was truly grateful to have you in his life

Changmin

The full of surprises best friend

Even his best friend is always learning new things about Changmin

Not because he hides himself or is secretive because I think he’d be very open with the people he trusts

He just sometimes comes out with facts or memories about himself that he randomly remembers

He’s surprising in the best way

Has the best smile, he’s hilarious and so much fun to be around

Will rope you into getting revenge on the other members from time to time

Most likely gets you to record his revenge so he can watch back their reactions later and you can laugh at it together

Is the sort of person to tackle you in a hug, squeezing you tightly and laughing as he bury’s his face into your neck

Though he mostly does it because he loves hearing your elated laugh in response

And because it makes him overjoyed to see you so happy in his embrace

Also, just an afterthought, but if you ever stay over he definitely offers you his bed (and he will sleep on the sofa)

Though, do you ever actually end up sleeping because he purposefully leaves the Chucky doll at the end of the bed to “keep you safe” (or so he insists)

Haknyeon

The protective best friend

Now this might seem a little surprising for Haknyeon

But with his best friend I think he’d be quite protective

In the sense that he wants everyone to know who his best friend is and that no one better try taking them away from him because then there’ll be some serious problems

Haknyeon wants to be the first person you go to for anything

And prides himself on being able to help you because he cares about you so much

Like when you went to him in tears

Haknyeon’s heart broke and all he wanted to do was wrap you up in bubble wrap

He also wanted to find out who or what had made you so upset, just so he could make it right for you

Except, you refused to say what is was and instead asked him to just stay with you

And of course, that made him completely melt

Because of course he would never leave you while you are crying

And only when he was finally able to make you smile and laugh was he content

Sunwoo

The funny best friend

He’s just funny without really trying

Mostly because some of the things he comes out with are just so blatant and funny due to their randomness

He wants a best friend that understands his humour

Loves when you have inside jokes between you because it makes him feel truly comfortable and connected to you

He seriously never thought he would ever have a best friend that is so similar to him

Because you really are very similar

And he revels in it

In fact, you’re probably those annoying best friends that say the same thing at the same time too often

Because you’re just somehow telepathically connected

Others normally give you strange looks when it happens but neither of you care because you understand each other

Eric

The loud best friend

Wants to be around his best friend as much as possible because

1. he’s clingy

And 2. Because if you’re really best friends then why wouldn’t you want to hang out all the time?

Sometimes he has no concept of personal space

But he states it’s because as best friends you are close with each other

Will always rope you into helping him

For example, when the rest of the Boyz make Eric clean up

Or if he looses rock, paper, scissors

He’ll be like “excuse me, where do you think you’re going?”

And then guilt you into helping him

Which you always reluctantly agree to do because you know he would stay and help you if you were on clean up duty

But you wouldn’t have it any other way