#i want to go to this art school but like... i'm not confident enough and i have to make some things and just

[hazmatazz]

i don't know what to do with myself

[pnutbutter-n-j-elyy]

When They Accidentally Bring Up an Insecurity| Jisung

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You had always admired Han's loving spirit and his ability to find inspiration in the smallest things. He brought light into your life in ways you never thought possible. And he helped you see the world in a way most didn't. You loved that you had that in common with Han- an appreciation for things that breathed life into your creative works.

You had never been very good at drawing. Or writing. Or anything having to do with the fine arts. Rather your creativity came more in a problem solving way. But in order to connect with Jisung, you decided to take up sketching to connect with Han a little more, because you loved him.

But that just created a deep-rooted insecurity about your creative abilities. Surrounded by so many talented people - as you were around the kids -you often felt your own contributions paled in comparison, and it was a fear you kept to yourself.

One evening, Han was over at your place, working on some new lyrics while you attempted to write poetry. He was sprawled on the couch, notebook in hand, humming a melody under his breath. You sat at your desk, scribbling down words and then erasing them feeling increasingly frustrated with your lack of progress.

You had long given up drawing, and you thought it might be easier to write a poem, since it was words that described your feelings. You could easily write a poem about something you knew well right? It couldn't be that hard.

You scratched your head as you tried to think of rhymes.

"How's it going over there?" Han asked, glancing up from his notebook.

"Not great," you mumbled, trying to keep the disappointment out of your voice.

Han chuckled, not noticing your tone. "I figured."

His casual comment felt like a sting, a reminder of your perceived inadequacies. You forced a smile and nodded, but inside, you felt your confidence crumbling.

He got up and walked over to you, picking up your paper in his hands. He chuckled. "Poetry now huh?"

You felt your cheeks burn and tried to take it from him. "No-"

"No jagiya I want to read it." He said holding it above your head and reading it. "You make me laugh when I am sad, Your jokes are the best I've ever had. When you smile, my heart feels light, You make everything so bright." Han giggled again. "It's like one of those poems we had to write in elementary school."

That made your cheeks burn even more. "Jisung give it back-"

"Your hugs are warm, your eyes so kind, With you, I leave my worries behind. You're my sunshine, my best friend, With you, I hope the good times never end." He gives you a cute pouty face in a teasing manner. "Awww Y/N... it's such a cute little poem. It's like a little nursery rhyme."

"Jisung stop!" You called out again, feeling your eyes burn as you put your fists to your eyes, the embarrassment you had taking over.

"I know my poem's not that great, But loving you is my favorite fate. Thank you Jisung..." His smile fell and he swallowed. "Thank you...Jisung for...for being you. My love for you is always true." He looked up and seemed to realize what he was teasing you about and his lip trembled. "Y/N-"

"I want to be alone." You mumbled through your tears. Jisung wanted to reach out, but he knew he had hurt your feelings, but knowing you he also knew you needed space.

The next few days were a blur of self-doubt and creative blocks. You avoided drawing and writing, and found excuses to stay busy with other tasks. Han noticed your change in behavior and even if you guys had talked a couple hours after the incident, he still didn't think his apology was enough.

One afternoon, while you were both working on a puzzle together, Han brought up the subject again. "Hey, you know I'm really really sorry right?"

You nodded. "I know. I'm not mad anymore, Jisung."

Han frowned. "But you haven't been writing at all. Or drawing...I feel like it's my fault. No...I know it's my fault. I'm sorry I made fun of your poem- I loved it. I really did. It's the sweetest thing anyone has ever written me..."

You felt a pang in your chest, wishing you could believe him. "Thanks, but sometimes it feels like I'm just not good enough."

Han looked taken aback. "What do you mean? You're incredibly talented."

You sighed, finally letting out a bit of your frustration. "It's just… I see how talented everyone else is, including you, and I can't help but feel like my work doesn't measure up."

Han's expression softened, and he reached out to squeeze your hand. "You're amazing in your own right, and comparing yourself to others isn't fair to you. I wouldn't ever want you to compare yourself to me. That's like comparing a doctor to an actor. Both are genius in their own right, but do you expect an actor to be able to perform surgery like a doctor? Or the doctor to recite the entire second act of Hamlet? You have your talents that I could never even begin to measure up to, Y/N. Its the same with everyone who walks this planet..."

His words were kind, but they didn't fully reach the core of your insecurity. You forced a smile and nodded, hoping the conversation would end there.

A week later, Han invited himself over to your house, hoping to put an end to both of your guy's misery. You hated feeling like you had to walk on eggshells around him, and he hated thinking he was making you uncomfortable.

You guys ate dinner and started watching a drama. After the fourth episode Han pressed the pause button.

"Baby...can I show you something?"

You nodded, slightly confused as to why Jisung would pause your binge.

He grabbed his laptop from his bag and came back towards you, placing his headphones on your head.

He unlocked his laptop, clicked a few buttons and a soft melody filled your ears. Your eyes widened.

"Did you guys wrtie a new song?" You asked excitedly, but Jisung shushed you gently and motioned for you to listen.

You closed your eyes and let yourself go, embracing the music fully.

You felt your heart almost stop when you heard the words of your poem masterfully intricated into the song.

"Why did you show me that?" you asked, your voice trembling. You didn't dare open your eyes, or you were sure the tears you had would fall.

Han sounded puzzled. "Because it's great and I wanted to share it."

"But it's not great," you snapped, tears falling from your eyes as you opened them. "People will know you just used those words. You're so much more well versed and-"

Han stopped in his tracks, realization dawning on him. "I didn't mean to make you feel that way. I just wanted to show them how talented you are.” You shook your head.

"Ouch, Y/N..." Jisung chuckled, his voice breaking a little. You looked at Han, whose chubby cheeks were encompassed by his pout. His boba eyes sad.

"No- No baby I meant... I feel like my words are stupid. Not your voice. Your song was absolutely beautiful... I just feel like I made you waste such a good backtrack."

You wiped away a tear, feeling exposed and vulnerable. "It's not your fault. It's just… I can't help but feel like I'll never be as good as everyone else. And I feel like you did that to make me feel better..."

Han pulled you into a tight hug, his voice gentle and soothing. "I wish you could see yourself the way I see you. You're incredibly talented and creative, and your art is a reflection of who you are. It's unique and beautiful, just like you."

You clung to him, the sincerity in his words slowly breaking through your walls. "I just want to feel like I'm enough," you whispered.

Han held you at arm's length, looking into your eyes. "You are more than enough. Your worth isn't defined by how perfect your art or writing is or how you compare to others. It's about the passion and love you put into what you do."

His words resonated with you, and you felt a sense of comfort and reassurance. Han's unwavering support and belief in you made a difference, and you realized that your insecurities didn't define you.

"And I didn't make that song to make you feel better...I made it so you could see just how much inspiration I find from you. Y/N I love you more than anything. So, I was over the moon when I wrote this. And even more elated when I got to use the words the love of my life wrote. That's only the demo..." He grins sheepishly. "I was thinking...it would sound cool if you could leave that poem as a voicemail. I could make it the outro of the song..."

You looked at him with wide eyes. "You mean it?"

"Of course I mean it baby. I mean... I know Stay speculates I'm in a relationship...it's been a year now so I feel like this would be a fun way of confirming that. And I want the world to hear the beautiful voice of my baby." He coos, squishing your cheeks.

You giggle and nod, as Han peppers kisses all over your face.

One evening, as you both sat on the couch, Han handed you a sketchbook he had bought for you. "I got this for you. I want you to fill it with whatever makes you happy. No pressure, just pure creativity. It doesn't even have to be art. Maybe you could write me more poems..."

You smiled, feeling a warmth spread through your chest. "Thank you, Ji. For everything."

Han wrapped his arm around you, pulling you close. "I'm always here for you. And for inspiration. Because you're my inspiration." He says nuzzling his nose against yours.

You leaned into him, feeling a sense of peace and contentment.

His inspiration. You thought.

What an amazing thing to be...

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[welcometohellfilm]

Congrats to everyone who has been working on W2H2! 🎉 If it's alright, I'd like to ask to ask 2 questions:

Is there by chance an official ref of colors for Debbie, or is it still up to interpretation at the moment?

Would you say that your personal, real life experiences within the 10 years moving from W2H to W2H2 shifted the tone/story of the series in some way? Something that I've always been fascinated with when I started looking more into W2H was the shift in Sock's character from the original comic -> first film -> second film, and Jonathan's character from the first film -> second film.

Thank you! ✨

I actually just made some 'official'-ish colors for Debbie! Her voice actor Kaitlyn wanted something to use on a banner for conventions haha... so here you go!

2. I'm not really sure how to answer this one, haha. I mean I've definitely changed as a person over the course of making each iteration of W2H. I started the comic while I was at community college, before I went to art school. I adapted it into an animation for my graduation project. And I started W2H2 a couple years after I graduated college. So there's a good 2-3 years between each attempt at W2H I've done, haha. I think a lot of my original ideas from the comic had to change because it needed to be condensed into a short film. I didn't even GET to Jonathan yet in the comic! Some things just didn't make sense to me anymore, like the idea of Sock already having a human body count. It'd just be absurd for him to be able to hide it for so long! Plus, if I made it so that Sock has only ever entertained the idea of murder, it makes his new job that much more appealing-- it's a chance for him to really lean in to this thing he's always had to hide. Between the first and second films though, I mean... I think there's been some tonal shift, for sure (I don't know about a character shift? We'll get to that haha) But basically, when I was first thinking about W2H2, my idea was "Sock and Jonathan hang out and attempt to figure out touch physics, also there's some drama about a journal Jonathan keeps." All of the hell stuff is something that came from bouncing ideas around with my friends, Michael and Neil. I was worried that sending Jonathan to hell would be too bonkers for a "2nd episode", but we all kinda agreed that enough time had passed that the fans would probably enjoy something higher stakes, so it would be fine. (I'll give everyone a moment to realize this conversation would've been happening in 2015-16... ha.)

We also kind of thought, y'know... I have no idea how many more of these there's even gonna' be, so why not go a little bigger with this one? W2H2 is a higher stakes story than what I set out to make in the beginning, that's for sure. It is interesting to compare all of them.. the employee handbook was actually from the comic and I cut that because it wasn't helpful for W2H... but then it became helpful for W2H2, so it came back! Haha. I'm curious to know in what ways people think the characters have changed though. (And is that a good thing or a bad thing?) Especially a character like Jonathan, no one's really even seen that much of him yet, I think most of the characterization comes from fandom, or like... art I've drawn, I guess? Haha... I'm not sure! I guess Sock's a little more confident and antagonistic in this one (though he'll have his moments of hesitation... we're only at Part 1 right now!), and Jonathan has had to become a more vocal/active character, just by nature of the kind of story it is, I suppose. But yeah, I'm not sure! Happy to hear your guys' thoughts though!

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SKZ Pack Chapter 21

Trigger Warnings: smut, cunnilingus, sex tape, kink positive, threesome, salirophilia.

"These are amazing. I'm sorry I can't remember these." "Don't apologise. Some of them you were not aware of. I did these secretly. I loved to draw or paint you. You are my everything. You are my soul. Everything. I had to keep a physical copy of you. My thoughts were not enough." "Oh. Jinnie." Y/N breathed out as he flicked through his paintings. "Can you tell me why you never told me?" "Because you can't tell someone who doesn't remember you that they loved you and were obsessed with you. I'm grateful this version of you has given me another chance to love you." Hyunjin's voice was soft. He brushed a strand of hair behind her ear. He was truly in love with her. "Tell me the story of each painting. I wanna live through your memories." Y/N asked.

"This painting was the first time I met you, her. She was shy. Unsure of the men in front of her. She knew she was ours but the level of trust wasn't there yet. The only people she trusted were Jongho and Yeosang because they were like her. Both omega's. Jongho was like Jisung. Always willing to get into trouble but Jongho was smarter. He could outsmart Hongjoong. Yeosang on the other hand was always gentle and submissive. Your stereotypical omega. He tried to teach Y/N everything she knew. So, I drew this. A picture of the three of them. It was a later drawing but I put it in with the firsts as I hoped to give it to her on her birthday but I never got a chance to. I felt embarrassed.

Back then sex was disgusting to me. I practised a lot of absenteeism. I came from a wealthy werewolf family who took pride in werewolf lores. They were millionaires. They were almost werewolf royalty, but I was the bastard. I was out-casted and looked after by my elders. My mother was an artist she always painted whenever she was sad. She painted pictures of my father and how he loved her. She taught me how to paint, but she made me promise only to pain things that made me happy or loved, so I kept that promise. I had a half brother you know. Chan's best friend. He was mean to me, only because his mother taught him to be. He learned later in life that they were wrong and it was never my fault. He tried to save me from Ateez. Hongjoong manipulated me into his pack, but that doesn't matter because I'm with Chan now who is a forgiving alpha.

Anyway, this next picture was what Y/N called the 'werewolf school for obnoxious omegas.' Her and Jongho were always sent to me because they didn't know how to be omegas so I became their teacher. I re-trained them, but it was more of a punishment. On one of the days we were alone, I asked her to clean the library out and she did, but she purposely swapped all the books out and put them into coloured order. What I mean by coloured order was, in the brown section there would be random red ones in there to annoy you. She knew how I felt about my library and she reordered it.

One day she swapped my photographs out. I took pictures of images at an art gallery that I wanted to paint. She swapped them with images of her in such a coital position. It held power, desire, femininity, omeganess." Hyunjin showed her the photographs of her in different positions. She was mesmerised but confused. She didn't recognise them or herself. They were positions of pure utter confidence. Arousal. Desire. Need. Sexuality. Want. They were all of the erotic semantics. "Oh. My." Y/N touched them slowly. They felt too intimate and personal as if she were looking at another woman. Technically she was. This was her in another past life. She understood then why Hyunjin spoke about her in the third person. It was like the old Y/N was a lucid dream. "Do you wish she still existed?" Y/N asked curiously as she looked at Hyunjin who bit his lip nervously. "Yes and no. I still own you and you are always going to be mine." Hyunjin warned as he watched her lick her bottom lip. Her arousal was still there from the day before. "Jinnie I'm always going to be yours. We've been through so much-" "And Seungmin's not your favourite beta?" Hyunjin growled as he wrapped his large hand around her throat tightly, watching the way she threw her head back. Y/N was prepared to bring back his old memories. She wanted to arouse him. Relive his deepest and darkest fantasies. "You want to fulfil my fantasies, huh? Go and bring Seungmin in here. Off you go." Hyunjin ordered. He could feel her nerves and confusion but acted on the order and left to get Seungmin. "What have you done? Why does he need me?" Hyunjin could hear Seungmin flapping about being called to Hyunjin's art office. It made Hyunjin laugh at how stressed he was.

Hyunjin watched the two enter his room nervously. They were unsure of what he wanted them to do. Hyunjin showed Seungmin his old photos of her. He gasped as he saw the erotic photos at the height of femininity. Seungmin had not expected to see something so divine. "I don't understand, Hyunjin." Seungmin breathed out. "I want you to fuck and play with our mate while I take some photos," Hyunjin said, freely waving his arms around. "Are you sure?" Seungmin looked between the two in confusion. Y/N was willing to do anything to her alpha, so she walked over to his sofa and slowly started to strip when Hyunjin stopped her. He wanted Seungmin to do it. Seungmin slowly walked over to her and kissed her deeply, ignoring Hyunjin's snaps with the camera. Seungmin admitted he was getting stage fright but pursued. His mate's arousal gave him confidence.

Seungmin took his time stripping both of their clothes off. Carefully placing their discarded clothes on the other chair. "Sit in front of her and lick her sweet cunt while she plays with her breasts," Hyunjin demanded. Seungmin did as he was told and crouched down, spreading her legs open so he could take a lick. Y/N squeezed her breasts, subtly looking at Hyunjin as he snapped from different angles. The sight turned her on more and more. Y/N let go of her left breast to push Seungmins head forward. She stroked his head as he sucked with gratitude until she came. Seungmin lifted his head giving her a deep kiss as one hand tangled in her head and the other grabbed her throat. Seungmin broke the kiss and squeezed tightly causing her to smirk. Her head went backwards along with her eyes. She was more feral than the last images. These portrayed a dark desire. Something sinful and dangerous.

Seungmin then relaxed and moved to position himself into her tight pussy so he could fuck her while Hyunjin snapped away but Y/N stopped him. She wanted Hyunjin to play with her. She wanted Seungmin to take the photographs. She wanted the devil's touch. And the devil obliged. He pulled her roughly up by the hair, her back arched into his chest as he forced her to look up at him. Hyunjin spat on her face. The spit glided down her face. Down her breasts to the floor. Hyunjin then groped her harshly before his hand went to her wet pussy playing with her. Hyunjin then pushed her down so he could fuck her from behind. His thrusts were relentless. The position was tight. Dreadful. Harsh, but amazing. Seungmin put the camera down and rushed over wanting to place his cock in her mouth but Hyunjin made him get the camera, so he awkwardly ran back to grab it. Snapping away as she sucked his cock. The two fucked her until they came and knotted. It was the most phenomenal sex she had had in a long time and she loved it.

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[apompkwrites]

the school-bound kingscholar || leona kingscholar

masterlist characters: Mwezi Miji Trio (OCs), Leona, Ruggie (platonic) genre: Angst contains: (Brief) Swearing, Possible OOC moments (depending on how you view Leona and Ruggie [mainly Leona]) summary: Following the admittance of Night Raven College's newest freshmen, both Kingscholars begin to come to terms with the newest changes in their lives. notes: I AM SO SORRY FOR DISAPPEARING AGAIN OTZ. Unfortunately, my lapses of writer's block and demotivation have only increased since I last posted. I'm trying to get back into the hang of posting things (as evident by my art account suddenly coming alive again). ALSO! As you can tell by the formatting, I'm actually writing with proper grammar on Tumblr now! Right now, I don't plan to go back to reformat the older chapters, but maybe once I find the drive to do it, I will! Thank you, everyone, for being so patient with me, I really appreciate it <3 parts: [og post] | [previous] | [next]

Leona felt something knock the air out of his lungs. To Ruggie, who stood right beside him in a robe that was a few inches too long, it was hilarious. Seeing the very prince (well, second prince) of the Afterglow Savanna lose his composure was enough to make Ruggie let out a quiet "Shyeheehee" under his breath before he ultimately straightened his posture under Leona's pointed glare.

Nothing could have prepared Leona to see (Name) again. Honestly, he had long since come to terms with the fact that his little sibling was missing, lost to the Outlands and likely a rotting corpse in the middle of nowhere.

He's lying, he could never come to terms with that, no matter how much he deluded himself.

But they were here. They were here and they were walking closer and they looked exactly the same as he remembered them.

Well, obviously, not exactly. But they looked so familiar and yet so different at the same time. Leona didn't even notice the tip of his tail swishing behind him until he heard one of his dorm members complaining about a tickling sensation against his ankles. And that only caused Leona to grumble under his breath and snatch the base of his tail to stop it from moving.

By the Seven, had they changed. They seemed bolder and more confident compared to the last time he had seen them. The way their shoulders were no longer hunched forward and instead rolled back in a pride strut he wished he could attribute to someone who had come to accept their own status or the way their eyes seemed sharper rather than soft and wide with innocence. And their hands. By the gods, what happened to their hands...? No, they had changed severely, akin to the way Leona recalled seeing the royal guards before and after their training.

Something had happened, that much he could figure out. And as much as he wanted to advance the board, reach out, and capture them like a king in a game of chess, he couldn't. Not when they were surrounded by a queen and two rooks.

"Ignore him," Nuru advised, although his words were more of a formality if anything. He knew how well you could handle yourself, but this was a unique situation.

"I know," you replied curtly, flipping your hood back on and sidling up to Nuru's right side. Jabori immediately flanked your other side in turn, followed by Jabali. It was a familiar formation, one that the four of you had cultivated for as long as you could remember.

"It doesn't hurt as much as I thought it would," you whisper. However, the sharp pain lingering in your chest said otherwise.

Student after student soon began trickling out of each coffin, repeating the painstaking process of standing in front of the mirror, listening to its spiel about their innermost workings, before joining whatever dorm they were assigned to. Until finally, finally--

"We're done with orientation and dorm assignments?" One of the hooded figures lamented, his hand perched prim and properly on his hip. If you didn't any better, you'd assume that he was royalty or nobility. But, judging from his scent alone, he wasn't.

"Well, that ceremony was as boring as ever," Leona yawned, covering his mouth with his sleeve as he turned on his heels, facing the mass of hooded figures now under his care. "I'm going back to the dorm. If you're in Savanaclaw House, follow me."

He went to take a step amidst the other chattering dorm leaders before the doors slammed open, the handles banging against the wall from the force at which it swung. Leona groaned in response, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"Psst, Nuru," Jabali called from his spot beside Jabori, leaning forward to actually see him. "Are you sure this is the right place? We're actually supposed to find answers from..."

Jabali paused and motioned out towards the commotion now terrorizing the mirror chamber. The little gray cat scampered around the floor, setting fire to whatever he could in some strange show of physical prowess and magical ability. "...These people?!"

Nuru said nothing at first. From where you stood beside him, you could tell doubt was beginning to creep up behind him. Lucky for him, Jabori decided to take the lead.

"This is Night Raven College," he points out, pulling back the hood of his robe by a hair to peer over at his twin. "Pretty much everyone here, especially the dorm leaders, are adept at some kind of magic. I mean, look."

This time, Jabori pointed towards the commotion, his finger following the way that the redhead shot a spell in the cat's direction, materializing a red and black collar around its neck.

"It's the best shot we have," he concludes, nodding in support of Nuru. That single gesture instantly calmed Nuru down, his shoulders no longer hunched up and his wings relaxing behind him. You merely smiled and patted his forearm in response. Jabali, on the other hand, grumbled under his breath and crossed his arms in begrudging compliance.

"Fine. But I'm not gonna get along with 'em or nothin'," Jabali huffed, rolling his eyes. Jabori laughed lightly at his brother's annoyance while Nuru let out a single huff of air.

"I wasn't gonna ask you too, either," Nuru hummed, glancing at Jabali from his peripheral. "Same goes for both of you, (Name), Jabori."

"Copy that," you nodded, the quiet chuckle that seemed to bubble from your throat disappearing the second Leona turned to face you and the rest of the new Savanaclaw members.

"You heard the headmage. I'm headin' back," Leona grumbled and, without missing a beat, brushed past the crowd and headed towards the door. Another hooded figure, one who had been standing beside Leona the entire ceremony, let out an exasperated sigh before raising his hand.

"Savanaclaw! Follow me," he ordered, earning a few half-hearted "Yes, sir"s from the rest of the huddled crowd.

You had to admit, it was pretty entertaining watching Jabali and Jabori marvel at the size of the campus halls. And Nuru too, if only he'd have more obvious reactions rather than just a single flick of a wing or a tilt of the head.

While the halls were nothing compared to the Kingscholar home, it was still pretty big. If you were any smaller than you were now, you'd probably react the same way.

"No way they need these doors to be this big," Jabali murmured, lightly elbowing your arm and pointing at one of the classroom doors. Your eyes followed his finger and a snicker managed to escape you. He wasn't wrong, those doors were freakishly huge, both in height and width.

Jabali went to comment on something else before he stopped, his eyes drifting over toward the new mirror chamber everyone had been led to. The doors were held open to accommodate the crowd, letting handfuls of students walk towards a mirror and get sucked into it, the glass rippling as if took wisps of bodies and left nothing in its wake.

"Savanaclaw House! This'll be your only way in and out of the dorm," the same hooded figure that led you all here called out. He had hopped up onto the lip of the mirror's decoration, using one of the rib-like sculptures as an armrest.

"Hurry up and get in! The faster you do, the faster you'll get to claim your rooms," he snickered before skipping ahead of the first dorm member and hopping into the mirror.

The prospect of first come first served seemed to spur on the first years, causing a near stampede of people trying to get into the mirror first. Nuru hooked an arm around your waist while Jabali did the same with Jabori, the two of them finding a single break in the crowd to get away, Nuru through flight, and Jabali through scaling one of the pillars by the wall.

Lucky for the four of you, the mirror seemed to accommodate more and more people as the crowd diminished. Perhaps through how many bodies reached a specific threshold, you thought. Regardless of the magical mechanics, it allowed Nuru and Jabali to let you and Jabori down after a few minutes.

"So many people," you grumbled under your breath, earning a quiet chuckle from Jabori. Nuru and Jabali nodded at your observation before the four of you hopped into the mirror yourselves.

Immediately, the four of you felt the familiar searing heat of the sun beating down on your skin. It almost felt like home if not for the increased heat coming from the fire serving as lights just outside the dorm's entrance.

Jabali and Nuru were the first to shrug off their robes, the former because he finally had enough of the stuffy fabric, and the latter because the heat was already starting to congregate around his feathers. You and Jabori followed suit, although the two of you merely hiked up your sleeves and flipped down your hoods.

Nuru shook out his wings and let out a soft grunt, one of his feathers falling into the sand beneath your feet. Turning to look over his shoulder, he shot the three of you a soft, almost comforting smile.

"Off we go, then," he hums, waving for you all to follow. If it were anyone else, you three probably would've found offense to a command as expectant as that. But it wasn't just anyone else. It was Nuru, the Guardian, and your dear friend.

The inside of Savanclaw was nothing really to marvel at like the rest of the school's campus. It wasn't cramped, per se, but it was quite a bit more tight than to your liking. Luckily, the walkway opened up the building quite a bit with the roped bridges connecting each floor.

Nuru scanned the room for a moment before his eyes landed on a room on the top floor, tucked all the way in the furthest corner. You figured everyone else left it since it was so far and their mentalities were focusing on that first come first served promise your leader from before declared.

Nuru unfurled his wings and shot up past the bridges, making a beeline towards the unoccupied room. He didn't have to go that fast, of course, considering only a few students were lingering in the walkways who sure as hell weren't planning on making the long walk up there.

Jabali seemed to share their sentiment considering his frustrated "Damn it, Nuru" muttered under his breath. A long, drawn-out sigh escaped his lips before he trudged up along the nearest bridge, his hands shoved in his pockets and his robe slung haphazardly over his shoulder.

You and Jabori took a more relaxed walk up behind him, appreciating the familiar decorations that reminded you of your hometown. Of course, that appreciation turned into apprehension at the thought of Mwezi Miji now being unguarded by the main four.

What if something happened? What if they had sent word of an all-out war between themselves and the Dens and you hadn't heard of it since you all were knocked out in coffins? What if they were all already--

"On your right," Nuru called to you from the doorway, his hand shooting out to grab your shoulder. Ah, you had gotten distracted. Nuru shot you a concerned glance, his brows furrowed in the same way they always were when you got stuck in your head before he ushered you into the room.

Jabali and Jabori had already claimed their beds on the left side of the room, Jabali near the door and Jabori near the window. This left the entire right side open for you and Nuru.

The winged beastman glanced over at you, patiently waiting for your next move. You caught his glance and mustered up a small smile before heading towards the bed closest to the door. Nuru subtly lit up at your decision, a little skip in his step as he moved towards the window.

You managed to hold back a snort at his hidden excitement. He always loved the window spot. Maybe it reminded him of when he was small enough to fit through them back home.

"So, what's up with you and that new first year, huh?" Ruggie huffed as he walked straight into Leona's room, leaning down to pick up a discarded shirt and dropping it in the laundry basket. "I've never seen you react that way other than with them."

"Watch your words, Ruggie," Leona growls from the bed, his head already buried in his pillow. His back was facing Ruggie who still stood in the doorway, but with the way his ears were perked up, it was fairly obvious that he wasn't even close to sleeping.

"My bad," Ruggie snicked in response, holding up his hands defensively. "But, seriously, who was that? Someone I need to watch the pockets of? I mean, who else would it be if not roy--"

"Out," Leona demanded, his hand latching onto his pillow and launching it backward at Ruggie, the soft fabric turning into dust and scattering across the floor as he muttered the incantation under his breath. Ruggie yelped and scampered out of the room, throwing the door closed behind him before he could see the pillow disintegrate into sand.

Leona took a single breath through his nose before slowly sitting up. He rubbed at his face before reaching over to the desk placed beside his bed, his fingers curling around the drawer's handle and pulling it open.

Underneath notebooks thrown carelessly inside lay a single photograph. It was small, yet free of any creases. He lifted the books off of it before slipping the photo out, nearly cradling it in his palm.

Back when he first found the photo tucked neatly in one of his notebooks, he grimaced. It was an annoying keepsake, one that only served to remind him of the bothersome family waiting for him back home. But now...

Now the sight of his little sibling smiling ever so brightly while his older brother screamed in the background about a bug in his hair brought the smallest twitch of a smile to his lips.

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[abominable-space-they]

A modern Lulaw au in which Law is a tattoo artist at a long established well respected tattoo shop owned by the Donquixote Brothers, Wild at Heart

Law's been trying to convince them to hire traditionally trained piercers to open an internal dedicated piercing studio forever but Doffy doesn't like any idea that isn't his so he keeps shutting Law down

As a compromise Rosinante starts booking extremely well respected, highly trained traveling piercers both to show Doffy it would make money and to give him a chance to imagine it was his idea all along

Luffy is a traveling piercer who's considered a huge legacy kid celebrity in the body mod community

He was born to, adopted and taught by pioneers in modern body modification. His dads are The Revolutionary Dragon & Sir Crocodile themselves.

Because Luffy's so huge in the scene, Rosi books him for the whole summer season instead of just a couple weekends

Rosinante likes Luffy's tenacity and the total lack of fucks he gives high society and their rules. If there is anyone with the skill, clout, and charisma to convince Doflamingo, it's this kid

When Law meets Luffy, he kinda hates him at first.

Luffy is dressed like he's going to the beach in late fall. Flip flops and a sun hat! Who dresses like that?! And he's way to childish for his age, way to casual with everyone, to disrespectful to the art of body modification. And to top it off he's always moving around, bouncing, bopping, and talk talk talking. Within 20 minutes of their meeting, he asks Law to take him clubbing so he can get familiar with the local queer music scene.

Law says no of course

Luffy asks again

10 million times

(Law's not tempted to just do it, he's not, he hates popularity obsessed scene gays, Luffy obliviously is one. Ugh!)

Then it's time for Luffy's first piercing appt. The client is some youngish kid. It's his birthday and he wants a piercing to celebrate being old enough to legally get one.

Luffy locks in, befriends the kid instantly, asking all manner of questions. He finds out that the kid got a job and worked after school to save up for Luffy's fee for months. He's barely scraped up enough money for a basic piercing with the basic jewelry.

Luffy's calm, confident, professional bedside manner shocks Law. He's so gently reassuring and soft spoken. It's dumbfounding to watch. It's like Luffy got body swapped with some other mature adult responsible piercer.

Before he'll even do the piercing Luffy sits down and keeps talking to the kid till he finds out what the kid actually wanted pierced, what jewelry he dreamed of and he upgrades it for free.

Afterwards Luffy gives the kid high protein snacks and a drink out of his own back pack.

When the kid hands over his card to pay, Luffy only charges him for the snack

Law: you can't just hand out free piercings, my uncle will have your head on a platter, and I for one don't feel like listening to the screaming

Luffy: Don't worry so much Lala. I paid for it. I'm not afraid of Mingo and I'm not shorting anyone.

Law: that's not my name... You know what? Nevermind. Why would you bother to upsell him and then pay for it out of pocket?

Luffy: Silly Lala, I wasn't up selling him, I was giving him what he really wanted. He's a kid. He should spend his money on making his dreams come true. Studios charge to many fees. It's why I don't really work in them. Don't worry about me so much. I won't starve to death paying for one little piercing. It's fine.

Law: Don't be ridiculous, I'm not worried about you starving to death.

Luffy, grinning like mad at him: cool. I'm hungry too. We should get something to eat before I actually do starve.

He's just to charming in such a casual sincere way... And now Law understands why Luffy is basically a folk hero, why everyone who meets him, loves him. Now going clubbing with him doesn't sound so bad.

Law: hmmm well don't go crazy waiving fees, you still have to pay your chair fees. I'll pick up the next one you just absolutely have to comp. There's food in the back for now... and I'll pick you up at nine. If I'm taking you dancing, we need to eat first. I've seen the way you put food away, constantly and like you're starving. I'm gonna feed you before you end up at some leather bar stuffed with tequila and poppers

Luffy: Leather Lala? Ooh. I didn't know we were on poppers terms. I'm a good boy, buy me dinner first. I'm hungryyyy

Law, malfunctioning in embarrassment: I am buying you dinner! I just said that! I mean... You know that's not what I meant.

Luffy: no no you asked me out, you you wanna fill me up and work me out, you started it. I'm invested now. We have to do it. We have to go on a dancing and dinner date.

Law, pretending he isn't ecstatic: fine... Just be ready at nine, I'll make reservations somewhere nice for dinner

It's the Baratie, of course it's the Baratie.

Sanji knows them both. Luffy is his boyfriend's best friend and practically lives at their place.

He and Law are both from up north, they dated way back when they were both trying to force themselves through academics. They both quit college to apprentice in the arts they loved, and decided they were better off as just friends.

They were just to much alike in all the wrong ways

They stayed friends over the years though they're both to busy with their adult lives to see each other to much

Sanji takes one look at Luffy and Law together and cackling evily, calls Nami immediately to tell her that he needs to place a bet that Luffy gets engaged or married within two years.

Nami is livid that he won't share his insider information, Luffy doesn't even date like that

Sanji: Well he's dating now Nami my sweet and totally reasonable beloved best friend. Wait till you see them together. I just know you'll agree with me.

Law, not incidentally does get invited to family dinner that weekend. He begrudgingly accepts

Luffy is ecstatic, he's already decided he's keeping Lala forever and if his real chosen family gets along with him, that makes it even easier.

It's fate. They're gonna be together forever.

Five years later when Doffy & Rosi retire to travel. Law & Luffy rename Wild at Heart, Two Wild Hearts Ink & Steel.

Luffy has his own dedicated piercing studio where he comps almost every single piercing because he just adores people so much.

He can't help himself.

Law never minds anymore. Luffy's infamous family loves to come in and pay it forward for months worth of bookings anyway... and it makes Luffy happy to do it

It turns out, Luffy being happy makes Law really deeply spiritually happy

He'd do a lot more then give up a little pocket money for that smile

He doesn't even have it in him to be embarrassed about it anymore

So what Luffy wants, Luffy gets

Thank god Luffy's favorite thing to get is Trafalgar Law, forever.

They're very happy

Doffy swears hiring Luffy was his idea

[aziraphales-library]

hi there! I was wondering if you had any ineffable wives fics where one of them is trans fem. I'm hoping to find something that reminds me of me and my girlfriend :D any rating would be appreciated. thank you so much, have an amazing day!

Hello! Here are some ineffable wives where one of them is trans...

I only want to look in your eyes by orphan_account (E)

Crowley was laid out on the bed, her shirt off, her chest already flushed with eagerness. Her long, luxurious red curls spread out around her head, and her eyes - beautiful liquid golden things, glowing now with joy - made Aziraphale think of the sun. “Love,” Aziraphale said, and leaned over Crowley, down from where she straddled Crowley’s thighs, kissing her forehead tenderly. “You’re so beautiful.” Aziraphale rides her wife, and they're both so full of love they think they'll explode.

till love have all his rites by marveling_under_an_open_sky (G)

“Hello there,” a voice said. “Do you need a hand?” Crowley straightened up and began to turn with a firm rebuttal already on her tongue. She might be skinny enough to give a sunflower stalk a run for its money, but she’d been wrangling plants for years, thank you very much, and she was perfectly capable of— Jesus fuck. The author just really loves butches, all right?

Creative Ways to Use Your Planning Period by The_Bentley (E)

“We have an hour.  You wanna?”  Crowley whispered in Aziraphale’s ear before leaving a rather chaste kiss on her softly rounded cheekbone. “Here?  Are you out of your mind?” “No.  Nobody’s going to come around, and we can certainly make sure if they do, they’ll find they have more important business than opening up this door.”  Crowley was walking slowly into Aziraphale, pushing her towards the teacher’s desk at the front of the room, ideas forming in her head. When Warlock leaves for his lunch period, his tutors have some sneaky fun of their own.

The Art of Human Nature by IneffableDoll (T)

Crowley is a painter who has only ever had an eye for nature. That is, until a client named Aziraphale commissions her for a painting to boost her self-confidence, and Crowley discovers that her client is as beautiful as the Earth itself. Then she goes and catches feelings, because she’s a disaster.

The Diary of Ms A.Z. Fell, From The Age of Eight to the Present Day by punkbean (G)

"My name is Aziraphale Fell and I am a girl and I am eight years old. I am writing this for a school project to practice writing. I think this is stupid as I can write quite well, but I like Ms Smith so I am doing it anyway." Aziraphale's school diary quickly becomes a place for her to chronicle the friendship between her and her new best friend, Anthony Crowley.

A Common or Garden Romance? by die_traumerei (M)

A nature walk queer mixer? It's not Aziraphale's usual thing, but that's described the last few years, so off she goes, and even makes a friend. Crowley's not like anyone she's ever known before, and that's a good thing. Friendship turns to love, and eventually they even realize that, and so a life together beings to grow, in a love story that's very straightforward, and also anything but.

I recommend checking out die_traumerei's ao3 as they have a bunch of ineffable wives in which one of them is trans!

- Mod D

[dreambunnynotes]

my current glow up goals!

in order to grow and improve it is essential to have clear and easy-to-maintain goals! after a lot of procrastinating thinking i have finally narrowed down my main glow up goals so that i have something tangible to work towards. i have also written down the necessary tasks to accomplish these goals so that i can return to them whenever i feel stuck or demotivated.

1.) appearance and confidence:

one of my biggest glow up goals is to become confident in my appearance! i have never consistently felt good about the way that i look and i know that there are many lovely steps i can take to change this. i want to learn how to love myself and put in the work to show my body and face that i love them! ♥︎

shower + wash hair every morning to start the day off confidently

maintain a skincare routine that works for my skin

save up money to build a wardrobe that i love and feel confident in

learn pilates to improve my core strength and fix my posture

work out 3x a week and get to my preferred weight

put on makeup every day and learn what looks best on me

stretch every morning and night so that my body feels healthy

2.) studying and career:

having a career in something that i adore is absolute essential to me. i would ideally like to manifest financial freedom so that i can spend my days helping people through lifestyle blogging, coaching, and art creation under a trauma-informed/LOA/nondualist lens. i would also love to be a renowned musician who works with my absolute favourite artists in their projects, and be beloved in my music community. my main tasks in this category are studying guitar and piano to become the musician i know that i can be (which will be the "studyblr" part of my blog, and i'm so excited to figure out how i will track my progress with this)! i will also be focusing on manifesting financial abundance so that i can go to school for art therapy, which involves developing proper saving / spending habits until that sweet, sweet windfall of money comes in hehe ♥︎

practice guitar for at least an hour a day to start, and build this up to at least 4 hours a day once my guitar goals are more refined

practice piano for at least an hour a day, working on the same songs i am learning on guitar and working on technique

develop healthy spending habits until i have an abundance of money; focus on repaying my debts and saving for school

find a way to make more money in a way that is super enjoyable for me until i am able to manifest financial freedom

maintain a consistent manifesting routine and self-concept so that i can truly live my dream life and have my dream career!

3.) mental health and wellness:

it is sooo important to me to use my time in ways that are actually fulfilling and enriching. to become my dream girl, i must get rid of mindless activities and replace them with joyful and expansive hobbies and projects. i also must fix my sleep schedule to make sure i am getting enough rest, and learn how to overcome isolation through making new friends and nurturing the ones that i have! ♥︎

replace mindless scrolling with enriching activities and hobbies that i actually enjoy; create a meaningful + exciting list of projects

maintain a consistent sleep schedule and make sure i am getting at least 8 hours of sleep each night until my body adjusts

create a friend group that makes me feel loved and supported; nurture my relationships and nurture myself with socializing

get my drivers license so that i don't have to waste time on public transit anymore!

4.) self concept and self love:

deep down i know that i am worthy of good love, good friends, and an abundance of success and praise. however, it's time that i really internalize those feelings and learn to love myself the way that i deserve by changing my feelings of shame into feelings of love and compassion! ♥︎

journal about my feelings more consistently so that i can work through the shame and guilt spirals that come from RSD

learn more about "parts work" and "internal family systems" so that i can create a lovely library of all my beautiful parts, building them a home that they all feel safe in and where i have easy access to resources when i need them

learn how to be my vibrant and beautiful self around everyone without fear and without compromising my needs, so that i can figure out who i actually enjoy spending time with

continue practicing listening to my body, heart, and mind when something or someone doesn't feel right or safe for me

follow through on my goals and routines and adjust them when necessary so that i can build trust in myself that i can accomplish anything that i put my mind to!

thank you for reading lovely friends, i am so grateful for your encouragement and support and i can't wait to make you proud! hehe. if you have similar goals and want an accountability buddy, please feel free to dm me and we can encourage each other to do our best! love you lots and believe in you so, so much ♥︎

[zeldaelmo]

Hellooo

I'm looking for good Zelink AU fics. I've already read all of yours, so.

Do you have a rec list or some fic you'd like us to try? Zelink in modern setting, fantasy anything but canon lmao (I've read too much of that)

BTW have you read Hit list by zestycrouton? It's high-school au and pretty old fic from ff.net. One of the best fics, all characters so well developed, it felt like you're watching a movie before your eyes. Yeah, I highly recommend.

Ah, thank you for reaching out and what an honor that you've read all my AUs! 🥰

So, here we go. I try to stick to stories that haven't been recommended over and over.

My friend @deiliamedlini writes a lot of AUs. I'm linking the Pirate AU, but there are tons of others, too. Some get dark, and don't think she won't kill characters off just because they've grown on you. 😂

Speaking of Pirates, my friend @mistresslrigtar also has one. She also has an ongoing rock star AU that I also recommend!

If you're looking for something short, you should check out @ladyhoneydee 's work. She writes a lot of modern AU and everything comes with a manageable word count! This is a sweet coffee shop AU, but she has tons of others, too.

If you're more looking for stories that have that 'game feel' but are based on own ideas, I'll direct you to @nocturnalfandomartist's blog(s). She has several AUs going on, with concept art and all!

I've only started to explore @abbyz-elda 's work but what I read so far I enjoyed greatly. Currently listening to this one with my screen reader when I'm out running, but I recommend the Sci Fi AU 'A Link to the Stars', too.

Next on my read list is @flutefemme's TP 1920th AU. I read enough of Flute's fics and snippets from this one that I'm confident to recommend before reading.

Another friend who loves AUs is @louwhose. Recommending this one because it's the last I read:

I also enjoyed @sparklyhyperbole 's fairy AU and the ongoing fic.

And last but not least, Puppy Love by @liv-andletdie .

I'm very, very sure I've forgotten a ton of authors and stories, so please reblog and add your own recommendations and/or self recs!

More about Hit List under the cut. TW: mentions of school shootings.

I skipped Hit List as one of the few fics when I went through all the zelink fics on ff.net and Ao3. I heard that the characterizations etc are really good, but since it's about a school shooting, I didn't want to read it. I'm not doing well with violence in general, and a story that deals with any aspects of a school shooting is not what I want to read for fun. That being said, that obviously doesn't say anything about the quality of the fic and isn't supposed to discredit the story in any kind. I heard others enjoy it greatly. It's just not for me. 😊

[pisstintedglasses]

"I'm a Man Too" P.SH × Reader

• Sunghoon x Yeji's best friend! Reader •

Warnings: slight angst, reader is Sunghoon's Sister's best friend, smut, slowburn, underage [consensual] sex, fluff, p in v, idk what else. Nana x Shoji inspired situation !!

Don't like? Don't read.

Word count: 8.7k

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Growing up with multiple hobbies sounds chaotic, especially for an introvert. At least, that's what you thought. Still, you joined a different club or sport every semester whenever it caught your attention. Or rather, when someone from said club catches your eye.

In your first year of middle school, you joined the student council after you heard about a cute guy thinking of running. Which, in the end, you grew tired of, having practically no rest after school due to the constant meetings.

So you quit in your 2nd year, only to sign up for the art club to impress your friend who you've been crushing on for a while. Realizing you held no real passion towards art as well, you decided to drop it.

On your last year in middle school, with your mind clouded with the thoughts of graduating and a certain bad boy who liked strong girls, you once again dove into club applications head first.

The martial arts club, to be exact. The boy was in the club since his first year and was already advanced compared to the new members, so he also aided in training the others alongside the coach.

Imagine the ecstasy you felt when he brushed a hand down your back to fix your posture. You took this club pretty seriously at first, since the bad boy became your training buddy. It was all going well until he announced his relationship with another member of the team.

Heartbroken, you started showing up to practice less and less until you practically quit. Deciding you had enough of chasing after boys, you focus on yourself and academics until you graduate.

You were finally yourself, doing whatever you wanted with your friends. As much as you could, before it was time to take exams to get into the high school you wanted.

One time, while you were at a year-end party for the seniors, you stumbled upon one of the prettiest girls you've seen. Park Yeji. She was famous for being Park Sunghoon's sister. That's all she was practically known for. Being the brother of a young, pro figure skater who appeared on tv multiple times.

A bit tipsy from the spiked punch they were serving at the party, you had the confidence to just strut your heeled feet towards her and strike a conversation. To which she gladly participated in, genuinely having fun with you.

After the party and a couple hangouts with just the two of you, you started feeling a bond form. Introducing one another to your other friends and family, Park Yeji instantly became a close and trusted friend friend.

Close enough that you both applied for and got into the same high school. It was only a matter of time before she introduced you to her brother.

It went well, to say the least. At least, that's what it seemed to Yeji. Coming home from a little cafe date with you, she didn't expect her brother to be home early.

"Oh, Sunghoon oppa! (Apologies if you think oppa is cringe, but I lowkey headcanon that Sunghoon gets upset with Yeji when she doesn't address him as such). I didn't know you were home. Don't you have practice?"

Your friend queried as your eyes trailed towards the tall boy sitting in their living room couch, a random documentary set up on the tv. Not even sparing a glance until he heard his sister's voice.

Once he finally turned his head towards the door, your eyes met, and you couldn't help but stare in awe at his features. Similar to Yeji's, but more defined. So handsome.

As if relishing in his beauty marks, his plump lips, his sharp eyes, and his pale skin, you fail to hear that your friend was prompting you to give yourself an introduction.

You only noticed when she nudged you with her elbow and cleared throat, raising her eyebrows and nodding towards her brother then at you, expectantly.

"O-oh! Uh, right. It's our first time meeting.." You mumbled, quickly introducing yourself and bowing as a sign of respect. To which he reciprocated, standing up from his seat to introduce himself and bowing as well.

Oh god. His voice is fucking dreamy.

You almost mentioned aloud before your friend pulled you towards her room. "We're just going to watch a movie in my room, don't bother us, okay?" She warned. The boy only shrugged it off and placed all of his attention back on the tv.

Of course, he wouldn't. You knew from his short introduction and a few stories from Yeji that Sunghoon's not a very social person.

Still, you hoped he'd at least take a second glance your way.

And he does, but much to your dismay, you didn't notice. He doesn't realize it right away, but maybe. Just maybe, he found you attractive.

The moment you stepped into your friends room, she gingerly tells you to sit on the bed. Her sudden mood swing confused you. After all, you two were just giggling with each other before stepping foot into her house.

"Sure." Sensing the tension, you don't question her and just obey. You expected her to sit next to you, but no. She remains standing and positions herself in front of you with crossed arms.

She sternly calls out your name before starting, "My brother is strictly off-limits."

You were surprised that she caught onto you quickly, yet also offended by the sudden (correct) accusation.

"What-" you tried to at least TRY and deny but she cut you off, "We both know you gave a history for falling fast. But didn't you say you were trying to change?" She reprimanded.

Realizing you couldn't fool her, you just hung your head low and listened. "Please. I care about both of you." She said as she grasped your hand. "I don't want either of your feelings getting hurt."

Still struggling to look her in the eyes, you just tightened your grip on her hands. "Promise me. Look me in the eyes and promise me you won't get with my brother." Her voice cracked mid sentence.

If you weren't being practically interrogated right now, you would have chuckled. Who would have thought Yeji was just as protective as her brother. The same brother who warded off any boy who decided to ever so slightly glance at Yeji for more than a second.

Actually, recalling how you told her everything about my past romantic experiences, you realize she's right to worry about you going after her brother.

- flashback -

"Hey Yeji, have you decided which high school you're gonna apply for?" To which she replied some local one, reasoning it's the same one her brother goes to. [Imagine Sunghoon's just 2 years older than her]

"What about you? Have you decided?" You shook your head no. All you've been focusing on recently was Yeji, partying, and graduating. Now that you've done all three (not Yeji), you're practically clueless.

Sighing, you stare at some blank space and drift off. I'll just apply to multiple and go to whichever accepts me.

••• [ the first day of high school ]

You bump into a surprised Yeji. She wasn't aware you applied for the same school. You didn't tell her to surprise her. Of course, being the good friend she is, she gladly helped introduce you to the other people in class she already knew.

A few cute boys she made you face already made you blush a bit. Cat-eyed Jungwon, Deep voiced Riki, and Smiley Sunoo. Your best friend immediately caught on.

"I get the idea you came here to get a boyfriend.." "N-no! I swear I came here 'cause I heard the education here was good." That was partially true. Your parents recommended this school to you after you told them Yeji was planning on going here too.

She narrowed her eyes at your oh-so-obvious excuse. "Oh, come on. You're telling me you didn't find any of them cute?" "Of course not. They're just my guy friends from middle school. I had many guy friends that if I didn't keep my cool, it would've been bothersome."

Many guy friends.. it's not such a bad thought, actually. Speaking of which, you've never had a guy friend before. All of the boys you've interacted with before, you've had a crush on. And Yeji knew it.

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Sighing and understanding why she cared so deeply about her brother, you gave in. "Ok. Yeji, I promise I won't ever think of your brother as a boyfriend-to-be." You vow with genuine determination.

After hearing your words, she finally softened. Releasing the breath she didn't realize she was holding "Try and treat him like a normal person..okay?" You nod. "Alright. I've decided. I'll befriend your brother!"

She stared at me as if you've grown two heads. Seeing her confusion towards my sudden swear, you explain. It's because you most likely won't be able to control your feelings.

Her confused eyes morphed into soft ones. "Wether or not you can control your feelings isn't easy to do. In your case, keeping him as a friend actually IS the best thing you can do."

Her permission to let me befriend him was implied. Lunging forward, you hugged her, making both of you tumble down towards the floor with a loud thud. "Thank you Yejii!! I'll do my best!"

You appreciated her. Letting someone close to her brother isn't an easy thing to do, yet she trusts you enough.

A knock on her door startled you two , but before you could get off of her, the door swung open. "What was that sound?" A worried Sunghoon appeared. His thick yet adorable eyebrows drew close together.

"Ah, Oppa." Your friend deadpanned as if you didn't just tackle her. Seeing him again made your heart skip a beat. Not just because he caught you and his sister in such a position.

No. Wait. I shouldn't get this excited. He's just a friend.

"We were playing around. You can close the door now.. please..!" you explained cheerily, adding the plead at the end when you remembered this wasn't your house.

Yeji just rolled her eyes as her brother just looked at the two of you with an unreadble expression. Slowly shutting the door.

"Well, at least he might think you're a lesbian now." Now it was your turn to roll your eyes. You hoisted her back up on the bed and shrugged at the idea. It's for the better. You reminded yourself. I have to work hard and befriend him.

And so you did. It took about a month before you amd Sunghoon could finally converse without the awkwardness. A whole month where you've been trying to just get to know about him more.

And so here you are. Huddled up in the Parks' living room. Sitting on the floor around their coffee table with Yeji and one of Sunghoon's friends; Jay.

Soda cans were scattered all over the table, some random TV show playing in the background to fill in the silence whenever you'd try to think of something to say next.

Yeji and Jay were having some conversation of their own, leaving Sunghoon and you to your own devices. You wanted to strike up a conversation, but nothing comes to mind at all.

"You seem so quiet." Sunghoon suddenly pointed out, staring at you with those sharp eyes. He went on with how Yeji always said yoj was energetic and talkative, in contrast to how you always acted when you were near him. Then he licked his dry lips and... shit.

Just friends. Just friends.

"No, not at all..!" Seeing your tense shoulders, he couldn't say anything and just stared at you with that same unreadable expression of his.

Jay and Yeji seemed to notice the tension forming and broke the ice for you. Jay hurriedly suggested that maybe you weren't used to talking to guys.

Yeji just cackled cackled at his statement, "That's definitely not the case. She even had a boyfriend until recently." She exposed, but you didn't mind. You were usually open about it to your other friends anyway. Still, you yelled her name in faux offense.

"How about we talk about it? Let's talk about our deepest, innermost secrets, so our friendship will deepen. That's what we did when we first met at the party." She nudged at you as you snickered at the memory.

"What party?" Sunghoon asked. He was unaware that his sister's been going to parties since her second year of middle school. He never allowed her to, after all. But who said she didn't sneak out after everyone else was asleep?

"Okay, I'll start!" She raised a can to her mouth to act as a microphone." I've been going to parties since I was in middle school! Okay, now it's your turn." She passed it to Jay, ignoring her brother's bewildered queries.

"Oh, uh. Shit man, I can't think of anything." You shook your head, "Nahhh, we all do. Come onnn, spit it out! We promise that whatever we drop here stays here." Singhing in defeat, he finally opens his mouth and raises the can to his chin with mumbles of protest.

"I was rejected by a girl before in front of my entire class. As of that wasn't bad enough she said I had bad breath, too." A mix of 'ooh's errupted from the 3 of you.

"Brutal." You commented, while Sunghoon was just snickering beside you, Yeji's party ordeal overshadowed by his friend's painful secret.

"You probably still do, though." He teased. "Oh shut up, that was like- 5 years ago."

"After that, I wore a mask and religiously brushed my teeth for 6 whole months!" You began to laugh too before he passed the mic (can) to you. Ah, my turn. You were dreading having to talk, but maybe it was fine.

So our friendship will deepen. Yeji's voice rang in your head.

"Uhh- what do you wanna know?" You asked as you took the can from Jay's grasp. Sunghoon's laughter finally died down, Yeji suggested to talj about your love life. And so you gladly accepted.

"First of all, gimme a second." You gulped down the remains of your drink, forgetting that it wasn't alchohol. I could've needed it if I was gonna spill everything.

. . .

Well, it turns out you didn't need it after all. At first, you were talking about the cute guy from the student government, then the words just kept on flowing out of your mouth until you were having a full-on dramatic story time about your ex crushes.

Your uneasiness left you as soon as you got to talking. And everyone was endeared by the way you spilled your heart out to them. "And then the next guy I fell in love at first sight with was my guy best friend at the time! Puppy-boy Sim Jaeyun!"

"Puppy-boy Sim Jaeyun?" Sunghoon echoed, laughing hysterically again, seemingly finding your love ordeals funny.

"But he really looked like a cute puppy, that Jaeyun! Especially when he smiles!" Your volume was getting loud now, similar to how you always talk to with Yeji. It gathered complains from said girl and Jay.

"Don't overdo it, now-" Yeji tried to interrupt and grab the makeshift mic from you, but Sunghoon interrupted, "So, the next one? who's next?"

You sat back down, excitedly starting as you recalled, "The next one was.." oh. Him. The one yoi took seriously the most. Lee Heeseung.

Flashbacks of how you used to interact flodded your memory. You had just now realized how he played with you. Always giving you teasing touches whenever he helped train and teach you Taekwondo, but ignoring you whenever someone else came near.

"No.." You didn't realize how you mumbled it aloud, and definitely not the tears that now flowed down your cheeks. Yeji became worried and called out your name to ask if you were alright.

Sunghoon also grew worried and asked what was suddenly wrong with you, placing a caring hand on your shoulder.

"See me after school?" Heeseung flashed his charming smile at me again, eyes not on me, but the girl he ended up dating a week later. "Come on, we can check out that café you were yapping about." He placed his hand on my shoulder, which I thought was a sign of affection. But actually, it was to make the girl from afar jealous. He used me.

"Don't!" You slapped the warmth away, startling them all. Sunghoon's eyes furrowed again, "don't..?" "Wah! I'm sorry Oppa! She probably didn't mean to hit you!" Yeji turned to you, "Hey, are you okay?"

You clung to her, just letting out all of your frustrations dampen her pretty sleeping dress.

Don't touch me... Don't touch me if you don't love me.

• • •

(From this part of the story, it will be in your pov)

After my outburst, Yeji led me to her room and laid me down her bed, where I cried myself to sleep. She left me there and walked back outside and softly closed the door behind her.

"Looks like she's staying over for the night." Yeji sighed, getting startled when he brother was standing right outside her door. "Jay fell asleep too. He fell asleep on the couch." He said with his signature deadpan tone. One of the things he has in common with his sister.

But Yeji could care less about his blabbers about Jay. "Say, Oppa.. you don't have a girlfriend, right?" "Why, did your classmates ask if I can bless them with my presence again?" He joked, which caused a disgusted face to bloom on Yeji's face.

"What's with that look? Hey, when I was in middle school, girls would flock to me! I just dont happen to have one right now." He quickly defended himself. He was never one to boast about this, but he didn't like the thought of his sister not thinking he was capable of pulling bitches.

"Heh." "Heh?" "I knew it.." Yeji began. "You were flirting with her today, weren't you? You're weird. You make your intentions so obvious."

Sunghoon stayed quiet at first, a faint blush adorning his usually place cheeks. If you were awake right now, your heartbeat would've paced again. "But she hates me.." He sighed, recalling how I violently pushed him away earlier. Insecurities rushing to his head.

"No, she doesn't." Sunghoon's head shot up, staring at his younger sister with eyes wide. "What?" "The truth is, when you and her first met, she immediately had a crush on you."

He couldn't believe what his sister was blabbing about. She sighed and put her slender hands on his shoulders, "..just please treat her well." That was all she said before she left her brother to go check up on Jay.

• • •

The next morning, I woke up facing a ceiling that definitely didnt belong to my room. Sitting uo immediately, I scanned the room and saw Yeji beside me. Seeing her calmed me down in a second. I was relaxing against her headboard until a flash of last night's happenings.

I tried to piece them together since my mind is still partially hazy from my sleep. Let's see.. uh. We were playing games.. watching tv.. and.. Oh. OH SHIT.

My hands flew to my face as I shrieked, much to Yeji's dismay. "What are you screaming about so early in the morning.." she grumbled, elbowing my side.

"YEJI, I FUCKING EMBARASSED MYSELF IN FRONT YOUR BROTHER AND HIS FRIEND LAST NIGHT. EMBARASSED ISN'T EVEN HALF OF IT, I PRACTICALLY DUG MY OWN SOCIAL GRAVE-" the girl beside you slapped a hand over your mouth. "For fucks sake it's 7 in the morning. Bitch about your bad decisions later.."

I grumbled against her mouth but just gave in since she practically clamped it on. She wouldn't take it off until I completely shut up. Maybe forgetting the fact that I just revealed to them how much of a love whore I was is the solution.

Slumping back to my sleeping position, I sighed. "Hey." called my friend, eyes still closed, but now she was laying on her stomach. "You still seem pretty hurt about the H situation."

When I said nothing, she kept talking. "...Sunghoon's no longer off-limits." What? "Why would you suddenly suggest that..?"

She finally opened her eyes and locked in with mine. "Because he's a good guy. He's the tyoe to really treasure his girlfriend. And he has feelings for you. I can guarantee it."

Her words went in one ear then out the other.

Yeji trusts me enough to take care of her brother.. "YEJIIII" I hug her close to me once more. "If you were a guy, I'd definitely date you instead." "Huh? Wha- let go of me- you're getting off topic again!"

"But I can't do that. Sunghoon's my important guy friend. How could he be my boyfriend?" Now it was her turn to be shocked. Did she actually just see him as just a friend now? Yeji thought.

//So baby come and get it//

My phone began to ring. My mom's caller ID popped up. "Oh shit, I forgot to tell her I was staying at yours for the night." I got off of the bed and took the call.

"Sorry Yeji, I gotta leave 'cause ma needs me for an errand. I'll see you at school, yeah?" Already opening the door, I waved her a goodbye. Heading out the door, I saw Jay still knocked out on the couch. I wonder where he is.

Wait. No. Don't even think about him. For Yeji.

On cue, their bathroom door opens, revealing Sunghoon in a gray tank top with his hair disheveled and wet. Fuck, are the gods testing me? "Good morning." Holy shit his morning voice.

"O-oh, Good Morning. I was just leaving. Thanks for having me." I bowed and b-lined for the door, ignoring his calls and offers for breakfast.

• • •

The past few weeks passed by in a blur, where Sunghoon has evidently been trying to talk to me more. Whilst I tried my damnest to avoid him. Just like this instant. When we were all gathered at Jay's house when he asked for help with a project.

"A movie?" I quipped. "Yeah, you mentioned that you liked going to the movies. If you're free on Sunday, I was thinking we could go together." With his words so smooth, an imaginary heart practically spawned itself next to him.

As he offered, Yeji was narrowing her eyes at her brother's so cliché strategy, but instantly shot wide open when you spoke, "No, I can't, sorry." Jab 1 "I like watching movies alone." Jab 2 " I can't really focus on appreciating a movie if I have a friend with me." Jab 3.

Sunghoon choked on his own saliva, and truth be told, Yeji was on the verge of doing the same thing, too. You. Lovesick you just rejected a date with THE Park Sunghoon. She was starting to think she hit your head a little too harsh when you did something stupid. She could practically see Sunghoon's imaginary heart break mid-air.

In his mind, Sunghoon was bottling up negative thoughts and insecurities again. 'Guess it won't work, huh..' 'a friend..? Ouch.' He didn't try speaking again until he heard a pained squeak come from you. When he turned, your hand was bleeding.

"What happened? You're bleeding?" Jay called. "I cut myself..!" Jay pointed me towards the first aid kit and was about to help me, but Sunghoon grabbed the kit from him and pulled you to a secluded corner in the room.

Too stunned, I just let him. He poured some antiseptic onto a cotton ball and began to dab it at my wounded finger. "Honestly.. what were you doing? So careless." The pain from the alcohol seeps through me, eliciting whines.

He dabbed it again, but this time with a bit more force, making me wince and retract my hand. "It stings!" "It can't be helped! If you don't treat it now, it won't heal properly! Wouldn't that hurt more?" And just like that, I shut up.

Drifting off again until he I feel a bit of pain. "Stop already, it hurts!" "Calm down! Look it's okay, I took care of it already!" He pulled my hand towards my face, showing the finger that was neatly bandaged. "It should heal quickly."

Heal quickly, huh?

For some reason, his words brought a smile to my face. What a gentle giant.. "thank you, Sunghoon.. You're actually so nice."

You trailed off, but your words sent blood straight to his cheeks. Wanting to hide his aloofness from you, he faced away with a huff.

"No big deal.. I just felt like I had to help you..". Before I could stop myself, my question rolled off of my tongue, reaching his ears. "Hey, how do you think I could heal a broken heart?"

Sunghoon's ears were red now. "I really think.. I can't fall in love ever again." Seriously, I wanted to beg him for an answer. "You really think so..?" He asked, which I nodded. Then, we just sat there. Staring at each other. Yet I still awaited his advice.

He was thinking of something, but nothing came to mind. All he was thinking about right now was how close you were. How you were innocently smiling at him with those cute dimples.

He's actually so pretty up close.. his choice of clothing today really suits him. The same grey tank top I saw him wearing that day after I told them about my love life. with a navy blue jacket paired with dark baggy jeans.

Great sense of fashion. Engrossed in my thoughts, I couldn't hear him whisper my name. He was about to say something when I stood up abruptly.

"Alright, I decided! Oppa, where do you think I can find freshly dressed young men! Like those who wear suits!"

"At a gaming centre..?"

"No,no those places are full of kids yelling at the game for making them lose."

"Then.. a club-?"

"Bingo!"

I rush to where Yeji and Jay were sitting, "hey, why don't we all go to club after we finish Jay's project?" I'll try my best to fall in love again, as long as it's not with Sunghoon!

• • •

And so here I was. Staring at multiple sweaty and horny people grinding against each other to the beats the DJ was playing. The DJ was actually kinda cute.

You were eyeing him since earlier and even asked around about who he was. You learned that his name was Choi Beomgyu... and that he was a womanizer.

Well, it doesn't hurt to just admire from afar, right? I was basking in the club's ambiance alone. Yeji and Jay said they were busy or too lazy to come with, so I brought just me, myself, and I. Still, it felt sort of good to be alone for once.

A few gentle taps landed on my shoulder, and when I turned, I was faced by a broad chest. Looking up, it was Sunghoon. Oh. "I knew I'd find you here.." he managed to pull me out of there after he said that.

"Ahh, that DJ Beomgyu guy was so cool! He was so nice too! " My words were slurred. Maybe the drinks they handed out at the club were spiked. Sunghoon only rolled his eyes at me as I walked alongside each other.

"If you like him, then tell him. You might get to be his girlfriend if you do."

"Nah, I don't want that. I heard he was a womanizer, so he's strictly off-limits. I'm not into womanizers." You contradicted your first words.

"Then stay away from him." He gloomed.

It was nice to chat around like this with a friend that wasn't Yeji for once. Altough it was her brother, but still.

Talking to him feels like talking to Yeji. I giggle at the thought. "You know, when I'm with you, it feels like I'm talking to Yeji."

He gave you a displeased look, so you think of someone else when you're with me?

I went on drabbling again about how Yeji's been so busy these days. "But you know what, it's fine 'cause I have Sunghoon!"

The boy sighed. It looks like I'm just Yeji's replacement..

"Oh, why did you come all the way here to get me, though? Did Yeji get you to come?"

"No, I was out drinking with a few friends and thought you'd be nearby." (He followed you, and when he saw giys staribg at you, he finally decided to get you out of there)

After I replied with an 'oh', there was that silence again. Except this time, it was more relaxed. Maybe it's because I was drunk. I was enjoying the contrast of calmness that the silence offered compared to the club's lust driven energy. This is nice.

"Hey.. uh. I was thinking.." Sunghoon's deep, yet sweet voice rang through the air. I looked at him as I waited for him to continue. He looked good, even with his side profile. That jaw could cut through even the strongest of metals.

"Since I feel like we haven't been able to hang out lately, the four of us.. what if we go on a trip?" With a tinge of hope in them, his eyes finally met mine. "To where?" "Jay's been interested in going to this one beachside motel. He said it had good reviews, too.. so I was thinking maybe we could go."

• • •

Summer vacation came, and we finally pulled through with the 2-day trip. The amount of tumes we had to practically beg Yeji' parents to let her cone with us was so worth it. Now, here we were, lounging at the beach and enjoying the weather.

Yeji and I wore these matching yellow, frilled 2-piece. It suited her so well. And that was the problem. Sunghoon was practically itching to headbutt every single guy who glanced at us. Meanwhile, Jay just minded his own business, setting up the grill so he could start cooking.

The day passed by so fast. We played around the beach, ate whatever Jay burnt for us, swam a bit. Before we knew it, the sun was starting to set. "Hey, it's getting dark. We should go back to the room." Jay offered, already beginning to pack up our stuff.

It was nice. I barely paid attention to Sunghoon the whole day. Maybe I do just see him as a friend now. Still, a part of me ached at the thought of losing interest in the boy.

When we got to me and Yeji's room, the boys stayed over for a few to just drink a few beers with us. Sunghoon normally wouldn't allow his sister to ANY form of alcohol, but after 30 minutes of Yeji pleading with tears threatening to fall from her pretty eyes, he gave in.

We were all giggling at a story Jay was telling, all tipsy, if not near blacked-out drunk. Well.. Sunghoon was. Who knew he'd be such a lightweight.

"It was such a great idea to go to the beach. I was getting tired of the endless tall buildings in our neighborhood. You could barely take aesthetic shots of nature and shit there!" Yeji groaned. "But here, I feel so full of life!"

Jay chuckled at her statement, "Me too, I don't feel like sleeping even after all the shit we've done today." He huffed. All the while, Sunghoon just drank silently, blanking out and staring at the table.

"Oppa, are you sleepy?" Concern laced Yeji's voice at the thought of her brother falling asleep while sitting. He hummed a quick 'eung', and his sister began to pull Jay up by the arm.

"Okay, we'll get going now!" "What? The hell are you talking about? This is your girls' room." Jay protest, still, he let Yeji hoist him towards the door.

"Yeah, Yeji.. are you drunk-?" Now it was my turned to be concerned. Before she could answer my question, she was already out halfway out of the door with Jay in tow.

If Sunghoon wasn't on the verge of blacking out, he'd have killed Jay for even letting Yeji touch him in the first place. Said girl just gave a knowing look and a wink before shutting the door behind her. What is she thinking..?

I turned to look at Sunghoon, who had his head thrown back. "Sunghoon, if you're sleepy, you should lay on the bed already." Wrapping an arm around his, I pulled him up and placed him on his bed. "Are you sure you're okay sharing a room with me?" He whispered once he hit the soft mattress.

"No worries. There are two beds anyway, so it's fine. I won't attack you, so you don't need to worry." I joked to try and lighten the mood. "If it'd help you sleep better, I can sing you a lullaby."

"No you don't have to! But even if you're alright with it, I'm not! I might.. be the one that attacks you.." His sentence started loud but ended quietly when it came to the last few words.

Attack me?

"Why?" I managed to mumble out. "What do you mean, 'why?'" "I mean, aren't we just friends?" I stated like it was the most obvious thing ever, which stunned him. He sighed and sat up on the bed again, calling my name softly.

"Why don't you see me as a man? I've been trying my best to have you notice me, but you're completely shutting me down. Even when Yeji told me you liked me back! I'm a man too. Why can't you see that?"

Eyes widening at his declaration, I couldn't find the words to say. Instead, my mind ran back again to Heeseung. Godammit. I have a perfectly kind and handsome man declaring his love for me, yet Heeseung still haunts me.

"I'm sorry.. I'm sorry." I whimpered out, finally letting the tears fall. "It's just.. I didn't want to betray Yeji.. she cares so much about you. You already know I have a problem with falling in love with people fast but lose interest in them easily. Yeji didn't want either of us to get hurt, so I promised I'd only treat you as a treasured guy friend. It's been so hard to shut my feelings down for you.. so all I've been doing is push you away."

Sunghoon's heart warmed at knowing his sister cares deeply about him. A part of him also felt at ease knowing you were willing to give up your own happiness for his sister. He felt no anger towards Yeji, instead, he just wanted to make you lose the guilt weighing on your shoulders.

After all, Yeji already gave the two of you the green light. He laughed at the irony of the situation, though. He who has been getting white hairs stressing over what he can do to make you acknowledge him behind his sister's back so she won't get hurt, and you who purposely turned a blind eye for the same reason. His sister.

"What's so funny?!" I drawled, sniffing. My tears came to a stop now, distracted  by his obnoxious laughing. When he didn't stop laughing, I noticed how cute he was when he smiles.

I've been trying to avoid looking at him for so long that I forgot how good he looked. Slowly, I began to laugh with him. His laughter was infectious. Our laughter mixed well together until it died down once we got tired.

"Man, we're both fools." He lied back down, resting his head on his arms. "Speak for yourself, hotshot." I nudged him with a playful hand. The air in the room was lighter now, as if we didn't just confess to each other a few minutes ago.

I appreciate how easy it is to talk to him. It's moments like these where I feel like I'm actually talking to Sunghoon as an equal. An individual. Without having to think about the consequences it would bring. It never felt like this with Heeseung.

"So.. are we good now?" He asked. Humming a small 'yes', I waddled to my own bed and plopped down on my stomach, still facing him. "Good. Now that I have made peace with you, we can sleep together ever once in a while, right?" He joked. "What are you talking about?!" He must be blabbering 'cause he's tired.

"It's alright if you don't want to.. I'll endure it for you." Realizing he was serious about it, I didn't say anything. I mean, what could I even say? Sunghoon took the silence negatively though and muttered a defeated "..okay.."

"Hey, don't come up with your own conclusions, I didn't say no!" "Then why didn't you say anything?" Once more, I couldn't think of a reply again. Wait. "If you tell me you love me, I'll sleep with you."

"What." He was shocked for the nth time tonight. "Why so sudden?" "It's just that... remember when I lashed out at you that night we were hanging out at your house? I was thinking about one of the guys I fell in love with.. he used to me to get this other girl jealous. He'd flirt with me, tease me, be all kind to me. Made me feel wanted... loved. But whenever the girl was near, his eyes were all on her... it felt awful."

Tears already glossed over my eyes. His brows drew together again as he listened in, humming to let you know he was. "I never heard anyone say it to me before.. well. Other than Yeji and my family. But it's different if it comes from the man I love."

"I... I'm not used to directly saying it like that. It's cheesy!" He denied, but when we locked eyes again, he felt a pang if guilt pierced through his heart.

"Fuck. I'm a man, why can't I say it!  Fine! I'll act like a different person, a confident one! My name will be Bemjamin!"

"Huh? ? I won't sleep with you if you pretend like you're somebody else! I only want Park Sunghoon!"

I say that, but I play along, blinking the tears away, I went to the table where we left some tea packets lying around.

"I'm making some tea. Would you like some, Benjamin?" My back was turned to him as I began to tear the packet open. I didn't hear him respond, so I was about to turn around, but I felt him standing behind me already.

When I did face him, he quickly pulled me into a hug, softly patting my head. He whispered, "I love you.. so much that it pains me to see you cry. Especially if it's over some loser who didn't deserve you in the first place."  He finished off his words with a peck on my forehead. Only then did we both notice I was already crying again.

I giggled and wrapped my eyes around his shoulders, burying my head in the warmth of his chest. "I love you too, Park Sunghoon." He smiled back and tightened the hug, drawing our bodies closer. When I looked back up at him, he was all red.

"Forget that loser.. let me show you how a man should treat his lover." He raised a hand to the back of my head, I expedted him to gently push my face closer to his, but he didn't quite do it yet. "Will you let me..?"

Oh my fucking god I love him. Smiling, I stood on my tiptoes and finally connected our lips. We stayed like that for a while before he started to move his lips, and so did I. His hand that was once on the my head slid down to my waist, positioned next to his other one.

I tilted my head just enough to deepen the kiss, and he loved it. After a while, we pulled back, a string of saliva hung from my lips to his. We were both smiling ear to ear at each other, giggling again as he picked me up and sat me on the bed. This giddy feeling.. I hope it's mutual.

He leaned in for another kiss, except this time, it was rougher. I was indulging in the feeling of it when he pulled back. "Can I use my tongue?" He looked so serious, and it made your heart flutter how he felt the need to ask if he could go further than an innocent kiss.

Placing an affectionate hand on his flushed cheeks, I assured him, "Sunghoon.. you can do whatever you want to me." Sunghoon's smile seemed to grow wider if that was even possible. He leaned back in with a small "thank you" before plunging his tongue into my mouth.

As we made out, his hands began to roam all over my body. From my back, to my waist, to now, my chest. He tugged at my pajama top as a silent request to take it off. I pulled his hands and let it to the buttons. He got the innuendo and began undoing every button and helped slide the fabric off of my arms.

"Fuck, no bra?" Taking in the sight of my perky nipples, he licked his plump lips. His stare made me cover the girls in shame, only for him to push me down the bed with my arms trapped my his own beside my head. "Hey.. who said you should cover them? They're beautiful. You're beautiful."

His praises shot straight through me and right between your legs. Rubbing them together, I whimpered. "Sunghoon.. it's embarrassing.."It's okay, angel. Just let me make you feel good." He moved down to your chest , maintaining eye contact with me as he licked everywhere on my tits but my nipples. "Sunghoon, don't tease~"

When he did, god, it felt so good. He kept sucking on it, occasionally biting on it to tease a surprised moan out of me. When he was done with that, he moved on to my other tit, giving it the same attention while he fondled the other one.

He was humping the mattress beneath him, my small whimpers of his name turning him on so much. "Sunghoon.. let me do something for you, too.." I whined, finally snapping him from his titty trance. He let my nipple out of his mouth with a 'pop'. "No, angel. Tonight, you're gonna be nothing but a pillow princess."

Those were the last words he said before he slid your pajama down your legs. "Aww, flower patterns? Fucking adorable." "Sunghoon!" He chuckled before he finally took off the remaining piece of clothing I had, my cotton panties. They were comfy.

"Spread your legs for me, angel." He said, but I only shut them close at first, but eventually I do as he says. "Fuck.. You're all wet.." "just for you." Those three words made the man in front of me internally scream in victory, in happiness, in pride.

He dove straight down in front of my pussy, keeping his eyes on mine before giving sweet nios and pecks all over my thighs. I squirmed, wanting to feel some friction on my cunt already. The pleasure violently bolted through my body when he latched his tongue onto my clit without a warning. A pleasured gasp escaping my lips.

He then licked down towards my hole, prodding and circling at the flesh lightly before pushing the muscle in. He constantly switched from plunging his tongue in and nipping at my clit. As if that wasn't already enough to make my my spin from the pleasure, he kept moaning into my cunt too.

His noises are fucking addictive.

"Sunghoonie! I'm close!" My voice sounded breathier and was a few notes higher than normal. I tugged at his hair to try and pry him off of me, but that only caused him to push his head deeper against my cunt, practically smashing his face on it. I could feel his nose rubbing on my clit.

"P-please, I want my first orgasm tonight to be with you~" I tugged again, and this time, he finally stopped. His face was covered in my slick. He was smirking up at me, too, as if he had just won a huge prize. "What?"

"You're so fucking adorable. And romantic." He hovered over me and kissed me once more, allowing me to taste myself. Moaning into the kiss, I wrapped my arms around his shoulders. We just kissed like that again, savoring each other's warmth when I felt something bulgy  against my core.

I looked down and saw the bulge being restricted by his gray sweats. I just realized he was still fully clothed while I was completely exposed to him. "Hoonie~, take off your clothes!"

I whined as I straddled him. His eyes widened at your sudden boldness, but he let me do it. He even raises his arms to help me get his shirt off. Heck, he was loving my little stunt.

Sure, he said you'd be pillow princess tonight, but hey. Who is he to deny himself from witnessing you take control? As much as he wouldn't admit it out loud, he actually likes being taken care of every once in a while.

After Yeji was born, he was expected to always be the more mature one and take care  of her. He was forced to grow up too quickly and have people rely on him. So, times like these where he's the one getting served really means a lot to him.

He lovingly looked down at you, who now nipped over his clothed dick while giving him an innocent look. Fuck, you sure know bow to tease. To his relief, your tease act was quick, as you pulled both his pants and boxers down at once, letting his pretty cock slap against his stomach

Holy shit he's big. That's got to be at least 8 inches.

I realized I gawked at his throbbing dick for a few seconds too long when he was bucking his hips upward. When I looked up at his face, he had this damn sexy, desperate look.

I almost laughed at how eager he looked, but I held it in and grabbed at his just-as-eager dick instead. Gave it a few small pumps before I took it into my mouth, making his hands fly to my hair immediately.

I bobbed my head up and down his length a few times, but his grip on my hair became stronger. Before I knew it, he was fucking his dick into my mouth while he held my head in place. And I just let him. Hollowing my cheeks to give him an added tightness.

How could I not? The noises he's making right now makes me literally gush out in arousal.

I could feel him twitching inside of he, the bulbous head of his dick pulsing. It went on for a few minutes before he abruptly pulled my completely off of him.

When my lips disconnected with his dick, it made such a pornographic 'pop' sound, similar to how it sounded with what he did to my tits earlier.

"On your back, angel." He instructed, but he practically moved me to the position himself, keeping a hand under my thigh to keep it hoisted in mid-air.  He grabbed a condom from the drawer between the two beds and rolled it on himself.

When he was finished gearing himself up, he went back between my legs and raised them uo to his shoulders. Placing a kiss on my forehead, nose, and then lips, he asked, "are you ready?"

I could only nod, but instead, he tsked. "Words, angel. I need to hear you." "Yes, Sunghoon, please." That was all he needed to hear.

He began by just rubbing it against your hole a few times before finally pushing just the tip inside. Your slick made it a bit easier, but still, it hurt.

Sunghoon's sweet nothings and gentle strokes on my hair helped ease the sting of his dick stretching me out. It didn't take long for the pain to subside and make room for pleasure.

Feeling my walls flutter around him, Sunghoon looked at me one more time before he started to move. "Oh, fuck Sunghoon, you feel so good" "you feel even better, angel. Fuck"

His pace started off gentle, but the more he felt the way you clamped around him, the more he started to lose control. His hips snapped to meet yours at a harsh pace.

Your noises blended with his into a sweet symphony of your love, paired with the beat of wet skin slapping against one another. Hjs eyes bore into yours, and you swear if he looked any harder, he could see yours form into hearts.

A sudden wave of embarrassment flushed over me, making me tear my gaze away from him and trail downwards. Towards his lips.. his chest.. his abs.. then my. Oh.

His dick was bulging through my abdomen. Tighten. The sight made me moan, eliciting a groan from Sunghoon at how I squeezed him again.

He noticed how I was still looking down and followed my gaze. The bulge in my abdomen caught his attention in an instant. His dick twitched at it. "Oh fuck- Angel, you're so perfect."

My eyes were rolling back when his pace grew erratic. Everything felt so good. I could feel the tip of his dick kissing my cervix. He was hitting so good. So deep.

The familiar knot in my stomach formed again, and I could feel Sunghoon was close too. "You close, angel?" He said as he slapped a hand to my clit and rubbed at it. "Go ahead, come for me, sweetie."

My back arched at the overwhelming pleasure, "N-no! Ngh! P-please I wan' cum t'getherrr" I slurred, too focused on holding back my orgasm to actually speak coherently.

Shit, even if I wasn't focused on somethjng else right now, I know I still wouldn't be able to speak properly with how good he's dicking me down.

Sunghoon moaned at your words, really loving how affectionate you're being. "Okay, angel, just hold on for a bit more, alright?" He whispered, pressing more kisses on my shoulder.

He finally grew close, his voice becoming louder and higher. And so did yours. But at this point, you didn't care if the other occupants in the motel could hear you. All you cared about rjght nke was Sunghoon.

"Fuck. Okay. On my count.."  The three digits he counted down felt tantalizingly slow, but when he came down to the last one, I finally let go.

My eyes rolled back as I could practically see fireworks form. Sunghoon's dick twitched one more time before he finally came into the condom.

He let out a string of curses and praises as he came down from his high. Pulling out of you and throwing the condom away to the trash bin.

When he laid back down on the bed, he peppered you with kisses, cuddling you to his chest and rubbing sweet circles on your lower back. "Did it hurt too much?" His voice felt raspy and tired, yet still full of genuine concern.

"No, sweetie. You felt great. Best I've ever had." He quirked an eyebrow at you. "Oh yeah? That's wonderful to hear."

"Oh and Sunghoon, thee apple of my?" "Yes, thee love of my life?" I giggled for what felt like hundredth time today before I nuzzled my head to his chest. "This was my first time."

"Wait, what!?" He tried to push me off of his chest to see if I was lying or not, but I attached my body tightly to his so I could hide my smile.

Eventually, he stopped pushing and sighed. "You should've told me, and I would've taken you somewhere more special than this run-down motel." He grumbled, petting my hair again, letting his eyes droop.

Our drowiness finally creeped in on us, and we just laid there like that. Our legs tangled together, hearing each other's heartbeats and a veil of love draping over the two of us.

"I love you, Hoonie" "I love you more, angel."

⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 .𖥔˚⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 .𖥔˚⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 .𖥔˚⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 .𖥔˚⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 .𖥔˚⋆.˚

Final wc : 8.7k

Notes: WAH HOLY SHIt. I feel like this entire story was too random. I wanted to make it a very similar situation to Nana and Shoji's but had trouble making it as canon as possible.

Now to those who saw the trailer, I know I promised you a Figure skater! Sunghoon × Figure Skater! Reader, but I literally forgot about it 💀💀

I was writing this in my notes so I couldn't see what notes I tagged under it 😭😭

What was supposed to happen was Reader came back to her old habits, joining the figure skating club so she could grow closer to sunghoon.

But I forgot about the canon event so 🎀🎀🎀

I promise I'll make another fic using that dynamic to make it up to yall 🙇‍♀️🙇‍♀️

Hope u enjoyed ^^

[iwhyzumiihajimee]

chefs kiss [ hq imagine ]

pairing: Miya Osamu x fem.reader

content: after outing, Osamu takes you to his home to cook and bake for you as promised. You struggle with self worth and you both open up to one another in the process.

genre: fluff/angst imagine, timeskip! au

word count: 2.9k

author's note: tbh this was originally written for iwaizumi, but i thought it would fit osamu character as well.

credit towards original artist (art work below)

Osamu opens up the front door with a smile, letting you go ahead of him. Once inside, the house has some things laid out for cooking that he talked about earlier. You notice a couple of pictures on the wall of him playing volleyball with his old High School team, so you can tell that it was an important and precious phase in his life.

“I was going to make a cake, but I think I can do something a bit simpler, as long as I can spend time with you. What do you think?”

Observing his place he brought you back to reality, and you responded with a nod "Mhm... I'd like that.

He smiles. “Then come on, let’s get to it. I’ll even make you lunch after.” He gestures for you to follow him and he leads you into the kitchen. He starts getting out some ingredients and putting some things together in bowls. “I’ve done this lots of times, so I can do it pretty fast now.” He smiles, he knows that he is very good when it comes to things in the kitchen. His hands are quick and sure as he moves around a lot.

"Was cooking and baking something you started as a hobby very early?"

He chuckles. “It's almost definitely my favorite thing to do. It's fun to be creative and see what I can come up with, even with simple dishes, like the one I'm making right now, I try to put some personal touches to it. Plus, it's fun to share it with other people. Cooking is awesome, I can't imagine my life without it now. But, it also helps that I'm lucky enough to be very good at it, so I'm glad I found this passion in my life.”

You admired his response. Because you were nowhere great or had the passion of cooking and baking. As long as you knew the basics and got something edible to eat on a plate then, it was all good. "Well seeing in the kitchen makes you very attractive." You said as you kept watching him.

He laughs and shrugs. “I don't know how to respond to that. But I'm glad you think so.” He smiles as he continues prepping everything. He seems quite confident in his cooking and baking abilities, and he seems pretty focused. He seems to really be enjoying himself, the cooking process is very relaxing for him. After a couple more minutes, he has everything ready that he needs and he starts mixing it all together.

"Need help?" You couldn't help, but asked. Him moving around so much made you anxious and just chilling across from him waiting patiently was not your thing. You're more hands on and want to make sure both of you are entertained.

“Sure, you can help me, I can tell you're interested in it too. Do you know your way around the kitchen? It's not actually too hard, I think you can do this.” He smiles at you and hands you something to mix together in a bowl. He seems more focused on you than he does on the cooking process, like he wants to include you as much as possible.

"Tell me what to do, chef"

“Just mix it together with both hands for about 5 minutes. I can teach you other things too if you want.” He leans in closer to you, watching your hands carefully as you mix the ingredients together. So far you guys have been getting along very well, and he loves that you seem to be learning this new skill fairly easily. It seems to be making him extra attracted to you, if that’s possible.

"Yes chef!" You say following his directions

A few minutes pass by and he checks the mixture. “Okay, keep going for a couple more minutes, I think it just needs to mix together a bit more. I can show you other recipes later too, but this is a really simple one.” He smiles at you and it seems to make him extra happy that you’re willing to learn more.

Finishing up being his assistant, you come back to you seat across from him. He comes over and gives you a quick kiss before finishing up his dinner preparations. “Alright all, it’s almost done. We just need some time to let everything come together, but I think we have enough time for you to see the end product.” He looks very happy with the way the dish turned out, there’s definitely a sense of pride in how it turned out. He then brings out the dish we made and it looks great.

He has it set at the table and he pulls you in for a kiss before starting to sit down and eat. “I really love cooking for you. You make me so happy. I feel really great when I’m with you, and just being able to make something special like this makes it all even better. I’m glad you really seem to like this dish too!”

Osamu watches you take your first bite, and you savor the taste. Tasting each flavor as it melts in your tongue.

"Woah~ this tastes amazing!"

He smiles and gives you another kiss. “I’m really glad you like it. My dad taught me this recipe, and it’s one of my favorites, and now you are my favorite person to cook it with.” He laughs softly, it seems like he really enjoys your company as much as he enjoys the cooking process.

"Aww appreciate that~ Now your kiss gives it extra flavor..." You joked.

He laughs at your joke, he’s very proud of this meal and your compliments only make him feel better about it. He can’t help but kiss you again, he just feels so happy with you. After finishing your plate, he grabs some ingredients out of the cabinet to get ready to make a dessert. “Let’s make dessert next, we gotta get something after this incredible meal. I’ve got a pretty easy recipe for that too, you think you’d like to help me?” He looks at you expectantly.

"Uhmm... The only thing I can think that's easy are cookies, but whatever you feel is good. I like watching you~" You intertwine your fingers and prompt them up for your chin to rest on as you smiled sweetly at him.

He chuckles. “Cookies are always a good option, but I’ve got a recipe for a chocolate cake that isn’t too difficult. I think I can explain it to you too so you can make it for me too sometimes later,” he says as he gets out the ingredients for the cake, his eyes are always on you even when he’s focused on the cake preparation.

He starts mixing everything together in a bowl. “This is really easy, I’ll tell you the ingredients you need to add and when. I’ll give you the easy job,” he says with a laugh, as it really doesn’t take much effort to mix the ingredients together in a bowl, but he’s still careful to not take the process too lightly either. He’s definitely putting a lot of himself into this cake, he wants it to turn out perfectly. It’s kind of like he wants your relationship to turn out perfectly too.

As you listen to his instructions and the way he explains everything in each detail. You understand his metaphor and you melt.

After some time the cake was already out of the oven and cooled down. He adds frosting and gives you a taste. You licked his finger subconsciously and the frosting tasted yummy "Mhmm!~" You hummed in happiness.

His eyes widened for a quick second when you licked his finger, there was definitely a small reaction. He looks at his finger and chuckles awkwardly for a second, but quickly he smiles again and keeps putting on the frosting. “I’m glad you like it. This was one of the first desserts I learned how to make all by myself. It’s one of my favorites because of that.” He’s very proud of this cake and the result. You can tell it means a lot to him.

He continues to frost up the cake and every once in a while he brings up his frosted up finger for you to taste.

He blushes as you lick his finger. It’s kind of cute how excited you are when you’re licking the frosting. He seems kind of turned on by it too. He continues to cover the cake in frosting, slowly icing the rest of it up with it. You patiently wait smiling, then sighed watching him.

He smiles as he watches you. Even though he is putting the frosting on the cake, his eyes are still on you. You can tell that he just really likes being around you. Once the cake is covered in frosting, he finally finishes the cake and sets it on a cake plate. He takes a deep breath and looks at it for a moment, making a mental note of the cake and how well it turned out. He starts to cut the cake and he makes sure to give you the first piece.

"Ehhh?~ It's soo goood!~" You faked cried as you took the first bite, then you take another piece and give him a taste as you two shared the piece.

He takes a bite of it too, and he seems even more impressed than before as his eyes light up while he takes a bite. “Oh man, this is really good, it turned out perfectly. I can’t wait to make more stuff like this with you around!” He smiles and leans in and kisses you on the cheek. He’s still so happy with the cake and he’s glad that you think it’s good too.

You continued to feed him pieces of the cake slice he gave you, and you enjoyed it as well. He then notices you had frosting on the side of your lips and he wipes it with his thumb and brings it over to his lips. He tastes it with a playful smile.

“Mmm, that’s really tasty frosting, it tastes even better on you though,” he says with a little laugh as he leans in and gives you another kiss. Your eyes widen and you blush away.

He’s still licking his lips after tasting your frosting. He looks straight into your eyes when he sees that you’re blushing. “You’re so cute when you’re blushing.” He leans in and whispers into your ear. “You taste good too.” He gives you a quick kiss on the cheek before smiling and cutting another slice of cake for himself.

As he did this, you suddenly got shy and quiet as you continue to eat.

He continues eating as well for a few minutes before he looks over at you. “Why so quiet?” He seems really happy with himself and the way this night is going.

"Ehm, you make me a little nervous, that's all."

He chuckles. “Sorry. It's nice being a little nervous every once and a while. The excitement can be fun too. Does it really make you that nervous?” He seems to be taking it as a little bit of a compliment.

"You attract me..." You glance to his eyes quickly and quietly say.

He looks surprised for a second and he smiles. “Wow, well thank you. I think I can say the same about you too though, you’re very attractive.” He seems to like the fact that you find him attractive and he’s taking it as a compliment. After taking a few more bites, he looks over at you and he can’t help but find you just as attractive as before. “You’re even more beautiful looking at you now.” He smiles and leans in to kiss you again.

He kisses you as he still had a piece of cake in his mouth which ended up in yours. He releases from the kiss and you then swallow the piece of cake he transferred to you.

He pulls away from the kiss and smiles. “You’re even better if there’s cake in your mouth. I could kiss you all night like this if I could,” He leans in to kiss you one more time, still impressed by all the flavor you give off. “I can’t get enough of you though,” He seems very sincere about this.

You shyly look away with your flustered face. He seems to love how shy you get, it’s really attractive to him. He leans into the kiss even more, and his hands move towards your hips while he does so. He takes his time with the kiss and you can feel that he really wants you. He seems to really like this side of you that comes out when you’re shy. He leans away with a smile on his face, he really enjoys taking his time with this kiss. “You’re super sexy when you’re like this.”

He pulls you up to the counter where you sit and he holds you between his arms at your waist. This surprised you, and you responded with an uhmm...

He smiles and kisses your cheek before saying “You’re very sexy when you’re like this, and I really want you in these moments. Is getting lifted up the part that makes you nervous?” He leans into you, his arms holding you close as he gives you his full undivided attention.

"A little... Your whole presence gets me nervous. You're too good for me..."

He seems a bit taken aback at this. He looks at you with eyes full of surprise. “I think the opposite. I don’t think I deserve you. You’re so beautiful, and it’s unbelievable how lucky I am to have gotten you in my life. I could not ask for someone more perfect to love.” He smiles and kisses you again in hopes of conveying his feelings. He genuinely thinks that he is not worth you, you are out of his league.

Shocked by his response- "Me? YOU'RE wayy out of my league... You were an amazing athlete, you can cook, your place is spotless, you're caring, loving, good looking... What is it you don't have? You have everything figured out and settled. I'm nothing compared to you."

It takes him a second to respond to what you’re saying, but eventually he leans in again to kiss you so as not to interrupt you. “That’s not true at all though. Being an athlete doesn’t make me better than you. If you saw the practice I put in to get to where I am now, what most people don’t see, you’d see how imperfect I am, just like you’re saying. But with you by my side, I’ve finally felt complete. I’m missing one piece, and that’s you.”

You held his shirt as you tucked your head leaned into his chest, having the sense of hiding. Every emotion hits you as you recall your past and the hardships you went through.

"You're dedicated, well mannered... Everything a girl wants... I'm not-"

He takes your hands in his, his eyes wide as he looks directly into yours. “No, you absolutely are. You are just as dedicated as me and you’re kind and selfless. You’re everything I could ask for and I truly mean that. I don’t see why you think so lowly of yourself, you’re amazing. I can’t ask for anything more than you.”

You let a tear drop as you tried so hard holding them.

He wipes those tears away and wraps you up in a hug, comforting you. “Hey, hey everything’s ok. I don’t ever want you to doubt how amazing you really are. Don’t cry, I know that you’re more than enough for me. You make me the happiest I’ve ever been, just being your boyfriend is the most satisfying thing I can ask for. Please don’t doubt yourself, I won’t stand for it.” He wraps you even closer, trying to cheer you up.

Letting out a breath to calm yourself down, "Sorry... It's been a while since I heard anyone appreciate me..."

He seems genuinely surprised at this again. He was not expecting you to say that. He takes a quick breath and leans in close to you. “You don’t hear that enough? I know that a lot of people talk down to you or don’t think much of you, but that is the one thing I can’t handle. You are too amazing to not have those close to you recognize that.” He seems genuinely upset about the fact that you don’t have people that appreciate you. You’re just too precious for anyone to think that.

He hugs you back, tightly now as you cry. “Hey hey no need to cry. I don’t know what you’re dealing with exactly, but there is no need to cry because all of that is behind now. Look, I promise that I’m here for you and I’ll always do what I can to make sure it’s all behind us. Ok? Are you feeling better now?” He seems to mean it as he talks, he really wants to comfort you and make sure you’re ok.

You nod and slowly pull away, "I'm okay, just needed this... Gosh I ruined the moment."

“Nah you didn’t ruin anything. I love being there for you whenever you need me. All I want is to be able to put a smile on your face and make you feel happy. You didn’t ruin anything at all.” He seems to mean every word as he looks at you.

[radiolore]

venture x childhoodfriends!reader

heeeyyy soooo.... I watched that one episode of mlp where twilight meets and reconciles with Moondancer and it inspired me to write this 😈😈

ALSO MY FUCKIN DRAFT OF THIS DIDNT SAVE SO I HAD TO START OVER RASGDHFJXKSN

also I haven't written a fanfiction since like.. middle school and for reference I've already graduated so I'm sorry if it's not that good 😭🙏

Sloan Cameron, also known as Venture. a now very well known archeologist, talon fighter, and the occasional overwatch agent. needless to say, their strength, wits, and discoveries has put them in the news and a few articles a good number of times.

right now, believe or not, they're not on some site looking for ancient relics of the past. or, in some way they could be. right now, they're at home looking through old photos of their childhood. they had recently moved after their previous apartment had been destroyed in an omnic attack.

for hours, they had been giggling to themselves, reminiscing old memories.

"awww, that was when I dressed up as a mummy for Halloween! I got called a nerd so many times.." they cringed briefly at the teasing they used to face. not like it was their fault that nobody else seemed to care about having a historically accurate costume! well... nobody except....

"wait.. who's that?" Sloan grabbed another photo, one of them in high school standing next to someone. they scratched their head as they tried to remember who this mystery person is.

"oh! that's y/n!" they finally remembered. their victorious smile faded as they started to remember you. "wow i... completely forgot about them.." they furrowed their brows.

they started to look for more photos of you. the more they saw, the more they remembered.

and the more they remembered about you, the more they remembered what they did to you and the pain they caused.

you and Sloan were best friends. from grade school until high school. the two of you met in grade school, both sharing a passion for dinosaurs, and you were inseparable since. you did everything together. you had a passion for art that matched the passion Sloan had for archeology.

Sloan remembered how you always said that you'd become an infamous artist, creating art for all to see and relate to or empathize with. they thought to themselves... well, if you were as passionate as they were, as they remembered, they were sure they could look you up and find countless of articles and online discussions about you. it would be easy to get in touch with you.

so Sloan pulled out their old cracked phone, and started to do some research on your name.

but... nothing. not so much as an online profile appeared. they blinked, confused. what happened? where were you?

their mind was filled with conflicting thoughts about why they couldn't find you online. they didn't doubt your ability to become successful, but maybe... you have an underground succession thing going on?

after not coming to a satisfying enough conclusion, Sloan shook their head. then they had an idea. even if you don't have an online appearance, you two used to be childhood best friends. it wouldn't be that hard to find you.

Sloan didn't know why, but they felt compelled and determined to find you.

actually, that's a lie. they do know why. they just don't want to think about it.

~

Sloan's nerves were through the roof right now. they started looking for you in their old hometown, and, surprisingly enough, you never left. so after some asking around, they found the apartment you supposedly lived in.

Sloan felt nervous as they stood at your door, feeling like an unwanted guest. well, they kinda are, but you'd be happy to see your old friend, right? who wouldn't be?

taking a deep breath in and puffing their chest out to feign confidence, they finally mustered up the courage to knock at your door.

after waiting dreadfully for a few seconds, the door slowly creaked open. Sloan's heart raced with anticipation for seeing your face again after so many years. and, from what they heard from the people who live here still, it seems nobody else has really seen you that often either.

eventually, the darkness inside your home filled with some light as Sloan was finally able to see your face. wow... you looked.. different. but still just as beautiful.

you styled your hair/hijab differently now, you were wearing more casual clothes (assumably resting at home), and.... you had bags under your eyes?

Sloan stood there awkwardly, watching your face go from confusion to shock. they lifted a hand and said, "hey..." while looking off to the side, unsure of how to greet you after so many years.

"uhm.. do you remember me? it's me, Sloan! we used to be friends? I just moved recently and I found some photos of us, and I thought of you so I wanted to-" they started rambling a bit, before they got interrupted.

"what are you doing here." Sloan's heart dropped as they heard the slight venom in your tone and they looked at your expression, only to find an emotionless, yet slightly bitter face. it wasn't the face they remembered... you used to be so sweet and caring, never letting a sour expression on your face. so why are you so different now?

"er- well.. I wanted to reconnect. I know we haven't talked in years, a-and I'm sorry for not reaching out before! but I got so focused on my work that i-" they were interrupted yet again as you scoffed, looking away.

"right. I know you were. I see you all the time on the news." you sighed. "look, it was real nice of you to stop by, but I'd rather be alone right now. goodbye." you shut the door.

Sloan stood there, shocked at your words and reaction.

meanwhile, on the other side of the door, your hands shook as you gripped the doorknob still. your heart ached as you just slammed the door in the face of your old friend, and... your old love.

way back when you two were still friends, as you grew up, you grew to like Sloan. like, really like them. they were everything to you. they meant everything to you. that is, until..

you shook the thought away, not wanting to remember. you let out a shaky sigh, trying to clam down from the flurry of emotions flowing through you right now. you held your head in your hands, overwhelmed. another knock at your door snapped you out of your thoughts. feeling anger build up again, you opened the door again, narrowing your exhausted eyes at your ex-friend.

"why are you still here? what do you want from me?" you spewed at them, feeling annoyed at the sight of them still at your door.

"listen, I know that we've- I've been gone for a long time, but I really want to reconnect with you. I want to be friends with you again." they pleaded, hoping you'll agree to their request.

your heart winced at the word "friends". you bit your lip, closed your eyes and sighed. "no thanks. I don't need anyone else, and I certainly don't need you." you closed the door again, this time with the intention of ignoring them if they tried knocking again.

Sloan stood there yet again, not knowing what to do. you were so... angry. and they knew why. and they knew they had to make it up to you. they did try knocking again, but after you didn't open the door again after the third knock, they left. they were still just as determined as ever to make it up to you.

you on the other hand, was determined as ever to push your feelings away and forget about them. you thought you had moved on, but seeing them again just brought up so many old memories, feelings, emotions, and heart break.

you sat on your couch, going through your phone. finally finding your and Sloan's old messages, you scrolled through the countless unread messages you had sent. tears welled up in your eyes as every emotion you felt then made themselves known again.

you remembered the heart ache you felt. the betrayal you felt. the sadness, the anxiety, the frustration, and the anger. you felt so.. distraught. you didn't know what to do with all these emotions.

after what happened, you became a shut-in. you closed yourself off from everyone else. you never left your hometown, never having enough money to do so and no goal in mind of where you would even move to if you wanted to. the sheer pain Sloan had caused you ruined you.

you had spent countless nights remembering them. so many nights wasted on laying in bed awake at 3am crying your eyes out over them. after a while, you convinced yourself that you moved on and that they weren't worth your time or emotions. nobody was worth your heart anymore. and you weren't going to mope around anymore hoping someone would change your mind. and you certaininly weren't going to let Sloan give you that hope.

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Sloan felt defeated as they continued on their walk throughout their old town. every idea they had seemed like an idea that wouldn't work or go well.

almost considering giving up and going home, they paused as they saw a flier on a telephone pole. it was an advertisement for an art show coming up, which happens to be the next day. face lighting up, Sloan had an idea, it may be a dumb one, but most of the ideas they had were dumb, and those pretty much always worked out, so why wouldn't this one?

grabbing one of the fliers, they started to make their way back to your home, remembering your door had a mail slot in it.

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you were sitting on your couch, sketching in your sketchbook to calm yourself down from earlier. even after what happened all those years ago, you still pursued art as a hobby.

your ears perked up as you heard something go through your mail slot in your door. curious, you got up to check what it was. you opened up the folded piece of paper, and saw it was an ad for an art show coming up tomorrow at the local museum. you felt a little excitement run through you at the thought of going to another art show. you enjoyed going to shows like this, seeing other artists' work. but that excitement was short lived as it was replaced with confusion.

"why am I getting mail at 8pm at night...?" you mumbled to yourself. opening the door, hoping to catch the culprit who gave you this ad, you looked around but found no one in sight. you just shrugged your shoulders and closed the door.

around the corner, Sloan was hiding behind a corner, silently celebrating that didn't seem to find out it was them who left it there and, fingers-crossed, were going to the art show the next day. their heart raced again that day as they prayed that you would show up.

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sure enough, the next day came and you dressed up in some nice clothes and showed up to the art show. but, as you were arriving to the first steps to the museum, a familiar face stopped you dead in your tracks. Sloan.

"what are YOU doing here?" you asked, irritated.

Sloan took some steps towards you, "well, I know how passionate you are for art, so I thought I'd invite you here! we could walk through the exhibits and all the art together and catch up!" they excitedly explained, reaching their hand out for you to take.

they looked away for a second, finally being more honest, "look i- I know I hurt you. and I wanted to make it up to you. so please, let me try." they pleaded, looking back at you, flashing that famous smile at you that you loved.

your eyes wavered, considering taking their hand for a brief moment. but then you swallowed your feelings and pushed their hand away.

"and.. you think this is going to make up for everything?" you questioned.

"uhh, yes?" they said, full of hope.

"oh, so, you're gonna invite ME to this art show, when you couldn't even bother to show up to the last one?" you felt your emotions begin to rise up.

"what after this? you're going to leave? are you going to leave me again without even saying goodbye?" tears started to well up in your eyes.

"everyone was expecting me to be able to make a name for myself at that show, to finally start my successful career in art like I said I would! and i completely bombed it! I felt absolutely humiliated!!" your voice started to rise as you finally started venting all your feelings about what happened to them.

"I spent the whole event thinking about you: 'where's Sloan?', 'where are they?', 'maybe they're just late!', 'where's the person that i love?'!" your voice cracked.

"I felt like I didn't matter to you! it was the biggest opportunity of my life and I needed you there, and you! DIDN'T! SHOW! UP!" finally being overwhelmed by your emotions, you stormed off, tears rolling down your face as you ran off back home.

Sloan stood at the entrance of the museum, unaware of the people staring and just focused on your fleeing form. they were absolutely mortified. they knew they had hurt you.. but they didn't know it was this bad. or maybe they just didn't want to accept that it was this bad. they let a few stray tears go down their face before wiping them and coming after you.

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you were at home, feeling as embarrassed and exhausted as ever. you felt empty too. tears were still coming down your face as you heard a soft knock at the door. you knew who it was. you briefly contemplated ignoring it, before getting up and opening the door, avoiding eye contact with the tall figure.

"y/n... can- can I come in?" Sloan stammered, unsure if you'd actually say yes.

you didn't even care at this point, you nodded and opened the door enough for them to come inside.

Sloan looked around your home, various art pieces and papers scattered around. they watched as you sat on your couch, following suit.

"hey.. about what-" they started before getting interrupted by none other than you once again. except this time it was much different than the last times.

"im sorry." you croaked out. Sloan had a confused expression on their face.

"i-im sorry for yelling and making a scene like that at the museum. I'm sorry for being so cold to you before when you were just trying to make amends." you genuinely felt guilty. you started to realize that, as much of a horrible friend they were for leaving you, you were just as bad for treating them that way.

Sloan shook their head, "no, I should be the one apologizing." they paused. "I abandoned you when you needed me. and... I never even said goodbye. I left. and we never spoke for over 10 years." Sloan started to feel their own guilt begin to rise up in them as they confessed.

"the reason I left... well, we were 16 and I had gotten accepted for an internship with the wayfinders society. but... it required me to leave to wherever they needed me, whether it's Cairo, Petra, Egypt, anywhere. it was the biggest opportunity of my life... and I knew that if I didn't accept it, I'd miss out on having my dream job." they smiled a bit as they remembered their early days as an archeologist. you started to look up at them, listening to their explanation.

Sloan frowned again, "but... the day they needed me to get on the plane and leave.. was the day of your art show. I had to choose. and... I'm sorry. I couldn't let this opportunity slip by me. so.. I got on the plane and left." their voice started to waver. "i.. I'm sorry I never even said goodbye. I wanted to but... I didn't know how. I knew it'd hurt you. and after you started texting me so much, asking me where I was and why I disappeared and left, I didn't know what to do. I was scared." there were now more tears coming down Sloan's face as they finally confessed how they felt about that whole situation. ever since it happened, they had never told a soul about what they did. they had too much guilt ridden inside them to ever tell that to anybody, especially you.

you reached over to hold their hand, hoping to comfort them, just like you used to.

"im... I'm sorry you had to make that decision. I know it must have been an incredibly difficult one. but you not showing up and leaving without a word really did hurt me a lot..." you swallowed nervously, preparing to say your next words.

"the truth is... the reason why it was so important to me for you to be there was because.. I was going to confess to you afterwards." you closed your eyes, not wanting to see what Sloan's reaction to that was. "i... I had a huge crush on you for so long, and-and i had planned for months how I was going to confess, and after I heard about the art show and applying, I had a whole plan to invite you and confess to you afterwards." your cheeks started to flush a little.

"so... when you didn't show up.. and you left... it completely broke me. I felt abandoned, I felt like you hated me and didn't care about me." your voice started to crack again as tears threatened to spill.

Sloan's own cheeks heated up a little at your confession. you.. liked them? suddenly little behaviors you exhibited way back when started to make sense in their head. seeing that you were about to start crying, they brought a hand up to your face and caressed your cheek with their thumb.

you jumped a little at the sudden feeling of their hand comforting you. it had been so long since you've felt a comforting touch like this, let alone from them. you naturally leaned into and actually begun crying again.

"y/n.. I had no idea you liked me that much.. I'm sorry for not realizing sooner." they paused to think... they knew they never really had feelings for you like that. but... that was over 10 years ago. both of you were completely different people.

"do you think maybe.. we could start over?" Sloan proposed. they still wanted to make things up to you. hurting you was the last thing they ever wanted to do.

you sniffled as you looked up at them through blurry vision and teary eyes.

"i.. I'd like that." you finally smiled. the smile that Sloan loved.

"great.." Sloan cleared their throat as they stuck out their other hand to you for a handshake. "Heya! I'm Sloan, also known as Venture, it's nice to meet you! that's your name?"

you giggled at their silliness, but after calming down, you gently took their hand and shook it. "hi, I'm y/n. it's nice to meet you too." the both of you sat in comfortable silence, smiling at each other.

neither of you knew what your own respective feelings were for the other.. you didn't know if you loved them still. and Sloan didn't know if they'd ever grow to love you the way that you did. but either way, neither of you will ever be abandoning each other. you're here for each other.

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HOLY SHIT I FUCKING FINISHED IT JESUSSSSS

anywayz

I hope at least one of u gooners liked this even tho I yap a lot 🙏🙏

also not proofread cuz it's like 5am and I've been typing for hours and I'm not gonna read allat 😭🙏

anywayz

hope it was good enough considering I hadn't written for years lol

Bai Bai :3

[mikefaistslut]

anything for you

chapter 3

“So, I googled you.” It was the first thing I could think to say. I wish I’d gone with “you look nice,” or maybe “good to see you again,” but I went with, “So, I googled you.”

“Did you find anything good?” He was perfectly relaxed, and he really did look nice. Suit and tie, hair perfectly fluffy.

“Broadway isn’t exactly a small stage.” I said, easing into it. He could see where I was going with this.

“I liked that you didn’t know who I was. Also, I would’ve seemed like a dick if I’d read off my entire professional resume. ‘Did you want my extra bag of peanuts? Also, I wanted to let you know I was nominated for a Tony.’ I’d only bring it up in casual conversation if i’d won.”

"West Side Story isn't exactly a 'short film' either. There's pictures of you standing next to Steven. Spielberg." I talked about it like this was news to him, like it wasn't literally his life and his memories. He seemed amused.

"Are you angry I didn't tell you?"

"Not angry so much as just shocked. I assumed I was flirting with a super low-key struggle-for-your-art kinda guy. Not a guy who knows what Steven Spielberg smells like."

"Kind of citrus-y. Maybe a little earthy tone to it." I hated myself for all the questions I had to ask. But I couldn't not ask.

"So if you're that famous, how come you weren't flying on a private jet situation?"

"I'm not private jet famous. I mean, don't get me wrong, I definitely get recognized, it's just more by theater people. Dear Evan Hansen fans, West Side, Newsies, you get it."

"See, that was you reading off your professional resume. But I figured that's what it was. I was never super into musicals. I tried to be, I could just never get it to stick in my brain. I went in and out of a lot of phases as a kid." I was dying to ask more of the juicy details, but I couldn't. Not yet. On the other hand, I found myself just wanting to know more about him personally, and I wanted him to know more about me. All the lame stuff like his favorite color, his favorites movies when he was a little kid, what his parents are like, etc. But I also wanted to know what it would be like to touch him. To kiss his beautiful face. To breathe him in. I asked all the questions and I let him go on and on. He'd try to steer the conversation to something about me and I'd turn it right back around to him. Anything just to stare at that gorgeous face just one second longer. Dinner was coming to an end and I hadn't even noticed how much time had passed until he brought it up.

"I'm sorry, I feel like I've just talked about only myself for the last three hours. Is that a total turn-off?" He was so fucking adorable.

"You could talk to me about anything and it wouldn't be a turn-off." And I meant it too. He seemed to like this answer.

"So if I started to talk about calculus or hip dysplasia or microbiology, you'd still want to go back to my hotel room with me?"

"Do you even know enough about those things to have an actual conversation about them?" I was avoiding the question.

"You're avoiding the question.. and no, I don't. I'm a dramatic arts school drop out. Sexy, right?"

I was eager, and he could tell. "Are you ready to go now?" I asked, gaining confidence.

"I was waiting for you to say that." Mike quickly paid the bill and stretched his hand out to mine to lead me out of the restaurant and into the cool, London air. He placed his hand on the small of my back as we walked to his hotel. I began to feel so incredibly nervous. Would he want to see me again if I gave it all away so soon? Would he still respect me? Does he even respect me now? A million questions were flooding through my mind, but I did my best to just relax. I decided to take things slow and let him take the lead. Maybe I was over thinking everything and he was just leading me back to his hotel room so we could order room service dessert and watch movies together, fully clothed and sitting six feet away from each other on opposite ends of the room. Maybe I was completely delusional and nothing remotely exciting was going to happen.

When we got to his hotel and the elevator doors shut to take us up to his room, I felt the sexual tension. At that point, I didn't care if he respected me. I needed to touch him and I needed him to touch me. I started slow, taking my hand from his and reaching further up his arm to wrap my hand around his bicep.

"Are you nervous?" He was a mind reader apparently.

"A hundred percent. But I really like you. Really really like you. I'm trying to be present and in the moment and spontaneous, and-"

He cut me off by pressing each of his hands on the sides of my face, pushing my hair behind my ears and walking me back against the wall of the elevator. He looked into my eyes and whispered, so delicately, "I'm going to kiss you now, okay?" Him asking only made it a million times more attractive. Cheeks flushed and heart in my stomach, I could only nod. He pressed his lips to mine. Slowly, our mouths melted together as I wrapped my hands around his slender waist, pulling him into me. Needing him even closer than he already was if that was even possible. As we both grew more passionate, more needy for each other, the elevator doors opened to his floor. We both pull ourselves away at the sound of someone clearing their throat, clearly not prepared to walk in on the scene we'd created.

"Oh! Uh, um- we're very sorry," Mike says as he grabs my hand and pulls me out of the elevator, rushing me down the hallway while simultaneously fishing for his key in his pants pocket. I laugh so hard my stomach begins to cramp.

The second we're inside his hotel room, I feel myself being picked up and thrown over Mike's shoulder. Both laughing, he places me on his bed and leans over, propping himself up on his hands.

"So, how about a movie?"

[starmessngr410]

NCT WISH Scenarios - Types Of Crushes At School

Requested? Yes / No

My Own Idea? Yes / No

Disclaimer: These imagines are in no way depictions of the idols actual personalities, these are strictly for entertainment purposes. In these scenarios, the reader is gender neutral (as much as I can try) and is around the same age as Ryo and Sakuya. This I simply because I'm around that age, and it feels a little difficult to write it any differently. Also, I'll be writing with the mindset of a mix of an American and Japanese school, from what I've experienced and what I've heard from people. Let's also pretend that all of them would be able to go to school together for plot purposes. Also, sorry if some of them are a bit lackluster, I really just wanted to finish this in the time frame I set for myself. But, I hope everyone enjoys!

SION; Your kind upperclassmen - Sion is in your math class and sits near you. Near enough for you to develop a crush on him. But you would never tell him, of course, you would never tell anyone, except for your friend. You walk into math class early in the morning again, and you see Sion there as usual, but he seems a little tired this morning. You sit down at your desk and whisper over if he's alright. He says that he stayed up studying for a test in a different class and ended up forgetting to finish the homework. You tell him that he can look at your homework to get an idea before class starts in 10 minutes, and he asks if you're sure, but you assure him it's okay. You go through the rest of class and have a field day thinking about it all day. The next day, you walk into class and see something in your desk. It's a note and [your favorite fruit] juice, thanking you for the work saying that he would help you with anything you need when you need it. Man, if only he wasn't nicer, you wouldn't keep falling for him...

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RIKU; Your cute art partner - First meeting Riku, you never thought that you would get along like you did now. This is because, at first, he seemed to be very much into his own abilities, constantly hyping himself up. This, once you got know him however, was false. He mainly did it as a joke with his friends, and was genuinely just talented at most things. You found yourself being drawn to him more and more, he was also talking to you more, you noticed. You ignored this though, as you've never been so lucky for someone to like you when you like them. The next day in art class, Riku surprises you and asks to be partners for the next project. Though you both aren't extremely close, you aren't strangers to each other. And though Riku always usually pairs up with his friends for projects, he decides to pair with you the one time there's a romantic theme, oh how the universe hates you. You two meet at the library Friday after school so you both can work with extra time. You're already at the library, when you see him walk in with a bunch of art supplies. When he sits down, you tell him you're surprised he chose you for the project and that he brought so much stuff. He tells you first, that he wanted to get to know you more because he's noticed you don't talk a lot in class, and that he just wanted to be prepared with the supplies. This catches you off guard, 'you didn't know he noticed you in class before, had he looked your way without you knowing?'. You nod in acknowledgement, and get to work. Later in the day, you start to get a bit tired because you've been at school all day and it was getting colder, and Riku actually lends you his jacket and drapes it over your shoulders. You're actually able to fall asleep a bit easier now that he was closer. He ended up stopping as well, and taking a nap right next to you...

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YUSHI; Your funny but nice P.E. partner - You were never good or confident in physical exercise, so Yushi always offers to be partners or do the exercises with you. Even though you guys only talk to each other during P.E. because of the shared class, you still find your heart fluttering a bit. Whenever he helps you, he's always so nice and patient. Today is no different, as this time your class is learning a new sport for the month. As usual, Yushi steps up next to you and offers to help you again this time. You, of course, agree, and he helps you stretch before the group game starts. You both start doing the activity and and you almost get hit by the ball, but as usual, Yushi hits the ball away from you. You thank him for protecting you and blocking the ball from hitting you, but he stops you and says that it's fine because he wanted to protect you. This made your heart fluttering a bit, but you convinced yourself that he was just being nice as a classmate and that that comment meant nothing. But you kept thinking about it, until the next day. When you get to P.E. the next day, Yushi's not there, but his friend is there before class. He gives you a note from Yushi. It says to meet him behind the bleachers after class!...

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JAEHEE; Your caring baking partner - You're new to the school, and you got into baking class. You're excited, but you don't know much about the school. That is until you get put in a group with Jaehee. You used to know Jaehee before when you were both little, but ended up losing track of each other. When you finally meet him again, you guys catch up and start being able to keep in touch again. The next day in class you both talk before you have to start baking. The whole group did a great job working with each other, the baking teacher even said that your pastry was really good! However, the dishes... No one wanted to do them, and sensing this, both you and Jaehee volunteered to do them. You were a bit annoyed at first, but eventually you both start to have fun cleaning. When you both get to the dishes, you decide to wash while he dries. You start talking about how you two were so close when you were little, and how you missed spending time with him. This makes Jaehee pause, 'what did you mean by that?'. He was about to ask you, when one of your other group members walks back into the cooking room, and tells you both to hurry before the bell rings for the next class. You look back at Jaehee one last time and say goodbye before leaving and taking off your coat. You tried messaging him when you got home from school that day to tell him that you were sorry for running out, but he didn't respond or open the messages to show it was read. This made you worried, 'after just getting back in touch again, did you make him upset by leaving early?'. The next day in baking class, you see Jaehee is already waiting for you before class like always, but he looks deep in thought this time. You notice he's holding something in his hand, 'is it for the teacher?', you think to yourself as you make it over to where he's standing. He stops you before you can even answer, and gives you the letter he was holding while looking slightly away from you. You accept the letter but look up at him in confusion, 'is this a confession?'...

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RYO; Your friend from childhood - Ever since you and Ryo were young, you've been inseparable. This continued into high school, you both luckily having most of your classes together. You both sit down in science class together and start talking about what you'll do after school. He suggests you both go to the arcade to play games together like you always do. You both look at each other with a glint in your eyes. After school ends, you both basically run to the arcade from the front gate of your school. Ryo beats you through the door of the establishment and brags the whole way to the counter, with a smug look on his face. When you both find a game (a racing one), you both sit down and put your tokens into the machine and choose your cars. When the game starts you both focus so intensely, you almost don't notice the mini crowd gathering around you both as a few minutes pass. As the last couple of laps end, they start to cheer, as you both get up from the seats the mini crowds start to clap and congratulate you both as you move on to the next game. One of them says something about someone beating their boyfriend in the game, and though you did beat Ryo that time in the game, you both aren't dating. And you guys are just best friends, right? But, when you both finally finish playing and walk over to the ticket counter, the person at the counter says that you and your boyfriend did well, to you. This caught you off guard, and you looked towards Ryo who was already looking towards you with a tint to his face. This caught you even more off guard, did...Ryo like you too?...

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SAKUYA; Your generous desk mate - Sakuya sits next to you in history class, and he always eats bread in class, which the teacher never says anything, so you think it's okay. He brings other snacks as well, like chocco cookies, and shares them with you. And since the teacher lets you pick your partners for projects, Sakuya always chooses you because you're not as greedy as your other classmates are with his snacks. When you two arrive at the café near your school early in the morning on Saturday, you already have all the supplies you'll need for the project. You both sit down and order while you work on the project. Sakuya orders a plate of crossiants and a cappuccino, and you order a slice of strawberry shortcake and a strawberry flavored drink. As you wait, Sakuya asks if you want to share his crossiants when they come, but you refuse and say you couldn't take any of his precious bread. When you both get your orders, he gives you a crossiant anyway, and you trade with a piece of your slice of shortcake. He eats the piece, and you eat the crossiant. You both don't say anything about it. The next time you both see each other in class, Sakuya shares his bread with you, and you think nothing of it. You get to the end of class and find out that Sakuya never shares his bread with anyone except you. Sometimes, you hear your classmates talking about how Sakuya might have a crush on you...

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[justanotherhh]

What characters from helluva boss would the hazbin characters get on best with. I've seen fizz suggested for Angel and Millie for Alastor, but I've seen surprisingly little discussion of it.

Ooh yeah, funnily enough I don't know if I think that Millie would get on with Alastor that much -- I think his old-school Southern Charm might tickle her, but also lowkey she'd think he was.... kinda creepy (which, he is). Alastor would be charmed by her for sure! Her go-gettem take-no-shit attitude, her effortless sweetness, yeah. I think while I say "not get on" I don't mean necessarily in a bad way, just... cautious. Alastor has an ever-growing girl-gang around him, I could see Millie as part of it, but not like. the super friendliest

Fizz and Angel is such a no-brainer, seen a bunch of art and read some fic, these two have so much in common (showbiz! performance! abusive bosses! sex appeal! etcetc) I can't imagine them not getting on, and there's a bunch of scenarios where I think Fizz would want to help Angel out of a bad situation. yeah. there's not much more for me to say on this one that hasn't already been said

I think Cherri (who we don't know too much about in terms of various dynamics at the hotel yet, but I want her and Al to get on so badly....) and Millie would get on like a house on fire. and... set houses on fire. I also think Loona would be in awe of Cherri's whole Everything and Cherri would be kind of touched by the whole idea of "oh I'm a motherfucking Mentor now!!!!" (and they'd set houses on fire) -- but I think there could be a downside in that Loona has some anxieties around partying and drinking and while Cherri might be very helpful with the first in terms of confidence, I think the latter could go badly. but yeah. Cherri and Millie take out Loona. Millie keeps more of a watchful eye on her -- now I've written all of this, I think Millie would initially be quite taken with Cherri, but Millie is in the end a more caretaking person (not of herself, we've seen her and her sister out and about!) + as far as I can tell not super into drugs, so there could be friction there if Loona was in the mix. But it'd be a friction that ultimately works itself out

Verosika, I think, is another character who could get on with Cherri. Gosh I'm just building a Mean Girls extraordinaire group here. I think because both Cherri and Verosika are very Trash Pop Girlies (and I mean that only as a compliment) they'd have so much fun on the dance floor, they'd do karaoke together, lament shitty exes -- Angel would be there also, I cannot take Cherri out to the town and not include Angel. you know he's emo about Verosika's music + again, the showbiz connection there. Verosika so so drunk and so so earnestly telling Angel she's gotten off to his movies and he's incredibly flattered. Those three have a dream team feel to them. but watch out! (nobody to say when to stop)

Also I've written a bunch about Alastor and Striker getting on. that's my pet headcanon. aroace4aroace, both of them aplatonic and loveless, both of them with such an outsiders view of the world around them that they just... end up hanging out. they're not friends, gross, they're just people who understand the inherent terribleness of existence together over a drink every Tuesday

Charlie's difficult because she's at odds with so much of the jadedness that the characters feel in HB, but... I mean she and Moxxie and musicals is right there! I think it'd have the potential to be a very cute friendship that also provides an outlet for two very very nerdy people who frequently get judged by their peers for being rambly and overly sincere. Charlie would fuckin eat up Les Mis

Also I do like the idea that Asmodeus babysat Charlie when she was younger. nothing much to add here, just think that's Neat

Niffty! D'you know I think Niffty and Millie also? (Millie is also a Creechur) and maybe even moreso, Niffty and Sallie May? I think these sisters would be taken by the oddity that is Niffty and also feel a little protective over her. I think Niffty's habit of crawling on people she likes would be well-accepted by them and they'd encourage her hobbies. they might be a little surprised by her puppet shows, but all three of them enjoy sadomasochism

Stolas... I've seen some Stolas and Angel also, which I think would be interesting. They're both characters who are quite dissociated from their own bodily needs/wants and trying to learn about them (possibly for the first time), they've both experienced some identity-based punishment around being gay men, they've both got Style, albeit differently inspired. I think Angel might be taken by Stolas' overt constant sincerity, while Stolas... I mean firstly Stolas has also watched a couple of Angel's movies ofc, and so starts off being quite starstruck (they maybe both have this, considering Stolas is a prince) and Angel has a sweet side that takes ever less prodding to get out and I think faced with Stolas he'd take down his mask pretty quickly

Vaggie! I mean Vaggie is sooooooo difficult to get under the armour of. I think perhaps Sallie May would want to (hit that) know more about her/be quite intrigued and I think Vaggie would be pretty shy but taken with her forthrightness and once she's more comfortable Sallie May takes her hunting or something suitably violent like that. I choose in this scenario to forgo jealousy tropes, and go with Charlie is just super happy that Vaggie is making friends with similar interests!!! (the exclamation marks are Charlie).

Blitzo. Blitzooooooooooooooo. It depends on where in his journey he is I gueeess, but. Okay but what if Blitzo and Husk though, because they're both done-with-this-shit alcoholics who wouldn't need to talk, but also Blitzo is a drunk-talker and Husk knows how to get people to open up, because he's a bartender and Husk kinda feels for the guy, Blitzo's having the worst time and that sure is saying something considering Husk is literally enslaved by a deal. so Now I'm almost imagining this as one of Husk's good deeds, he talks to Charlie and the hotel takes Blitzo out for a good time

but honestly so many Blitzo dynamics would be fun here -- Blitzo and Charlie (unlikely besties, where Charlie's irrepressible optimism meets Blitzo's unstoppable depression and nihilism and he finds that he genuinely is trying not to swear around her out of politeness and it Unnerves him, but hey, you can't disappoint a kid who does puppy-dog eyes like that + her daddy's the king of hell), Blitzo and Niffty (there's a lil undercurrent of brother-gotta-protect vibes in both these shows and Niffty, for all her competency, is a Lil Creechur and Blitzo wouldn't want her to get hurt), Blitzo and Vaggie (fuck this afterlife), Blitzo and Angel (BLITZO HAS ALSO WATCHED HIS MOVIES, YES EVERYONE HAS WATCHED AND ENJOYED ANGEL'S MOVIES, and Blitzo wants to make a good impression... here comes my One Night Stand Blitzo And Angel Sudden HC. I think they would)

gosh there's still characters I haven't mentioned o-kay, knuckle down!

Sir Pentious and Moxxie -- both like machinery, both nerrrds, both dress similarly, both tinkerers, both prefer weaponry to hands-on fighting, both underestimated a lot, both very polite Gentlemen, both dating total Baddies Cherri and Millie (oh wait, there's an episode in this that ties to Cherri and Millie going out, where while the latter have a whole Arc, SP and Moxxie are just chilling so hard the entire time). Vibesssss

Octavia is another one I can see in a lot of configurations. Octavia and Charlie kind of a good one, princesses hanging out, I think initially there'd be a bit of personality friction, but I think Via could benefit from a Charlie in her life + they both have daddy issues. Via would also get on really really well with Vaggie I think, so if we've got a Cherri+Millie+Loona constellation, then we've got a parallel Charlie+Vaggie+Via one, where Vaggie kinda balances out the two very intensely in different directions energies and the three of them have a much quieter night, ultimately, than the other three (why is this all ending up as one big headcanon where everyone meets up and it's a party and some people go out and others stay in and there's a bunch of character development?)

Fizzie btw could go either way in this scenario. he has a foot in both worlds, but I read him as more of a homebody than a partygoer. he's just a very flamboyant homebody, so I think he'd prefer to do his nails with Charlie and Vaggie and Via than to go dancing/burning shit up with Cherri and Angel and Millie and Verosika and Loona. Stolas, I just realised, also hanging out and doing nails and the like, I think also good bonding time for him and Via + he and Charlie would bond over bursting into song and yearning

dyou think Alastor would be incredibly charming with Verosika also and she'd be a lil flustered by it? I want that too. like he kisses her knuckles and says he admires her work and it's a lil, oh boy oh boy (and then she asks Angel and Cherri what Al's deal is, like is he gay or what because she's been flirting with him all evening and nothing, and they're like *shrug* whatever his deal is, it ain't sex that's for sure and she sighs and says all the good guys are too busy committing atrocities, and Angel and Cherri squint, because her taste in men... clearly missing some Red Flags for her to respond to)

Octavia would be fascinated by Niffty also -- Niffty generally has the energy of that gina linetti meme in b99 where all the psychologists are hunkered around her desperate to study her:

whomst am I missing. Kinda skipping the sins+Lucifer, also the villains (minus Striker), and most of the tertiary characters. I think that's it then? *wipes brow*

feel free to add more thoughts/dynamics!

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school tips from a top student

hello angels ! i've always been a top student and this school year i'm going to be a senior so i think i've gained enough school experience to give y'all some tips in case you need them 𔘓ㅤ

★ procrastinating is your biggest enemy

this is pretty much self explanatory but I wanted to include it because it's the reason most people don't do well at school. every minute that you waste procrastinating ruins everything because you won't be able to study/do the assignments at all or they won't end up being good because of your stress. don't do this to yourself.

★ get enough sleep

a good student always gets at least 8+ hours of sleep every night & especially during the exam season. i disagree with some people that think that its ok to not study at all for the rest of the school year and to just pull all nighters during the exam season to study the things they missed. sleep is very important because if you don't sleep you simply can't concentrate so you should never skip sleeping.

★ don't be late

don't be late in the morning and don't skip classes randomly & without a reason. even if you don't get a detention the teachers won't respect you because you are the one not respecting them in the first place.

★ lying to your teacher = lying to yourself

now if you lie about the reason that you're late or the reason that you didn't do the assignments you're disrespecting your own self. also sometimes teachers don't react when a student lies to them but that doesn't mean that they don't understand it. stop thinking that you're an evil genius and that you're capable of manipulating the teachers into thinking that you're innocent. you're not, stop being delusional.

★ be two steps ahead, when it's possible

that's hard and of course it's not always possible but it's a good idea because that way you will be informed about the topic that you're going to learn so you'll be able to participate more actively in class & it will be easier for you to memorize the info.

★ look good to feel good

it's a fact that if you look neat & pretty you will be more motivated to do well in school because you'll be more confident, so take some time to pick a nice outfit, take a shower & even try a cute hairstyle.

★ but beauty shouldn't be your #1 priority rn

yes it's important to look & feel pretty but that's not the reason you're in school so it shouldn't distract you. I know girls that put too much effort in the way they look that they completely forget about their assignments.

★ discover how your brain works

if you already haven't, I suggest you to discover the way your brain memorizes faster info. some people have to write down things to learn them while others memorize easier things they hear. whatever it is it can help you to find a studying method that works for you.

★ find yourself a few productive distractions

distractions should be avoided in general but a boring schedule is bad for you too. to avoid a boring repetitive schedule find some productive things you can do other than studying for school. like practice some kind of sport or an art or learn foreign languages. keep in mind that ivy league schools appreciate people that are good students at school but at the same time they have more interests like sports or art. so bonus points if you want to get into an ivy league.

★ avoid drama at all costs

please, whatever you do, avoid drama. this is already a very stressful period of your life because you're a teenager & a student so stay away from things that can ruin your mental health and sabotage you. don't get into fights.

★ wrong (!!) time to party

I know that partying is fun but rn it's a wrong time of your life to party. partying can lead to procrastination & it can also ruin both your mental and your physical health. also most parties are full of drama and that can distract you. I know so many top students whose school performance went downhill when they magically transformed into party animals.

★ you simply don't care about other people

you shouldn't care about what your parents, your friends, your teachers, your school's mean girls etc think. you have goals to chase and that's what should concern you rn. other people don't exist to you. it's only you & your goals. be self-centered & goal-oriented. it sounds mean but it can save you.

★ treat yourself

you don't need others to congratulate you for your achievements. be the first one who does. every time you achieve something treat yourself by doing something you love. like buy a lipgloss, do your selfcare routine, eat your fav snack. you deserve it.

★ keep your standards high

don't let the society gaslight you into thinking that your standards are too high. I'm pretty sure that every person can achieve great things in their lifetime. even if you can't get something don't feel bad about it & be proud of yourself because at least you tried. don't be negative. there's a greater possibility to reach your goals if you give them a try. you can do it !

I really hope this was helpful ! If you need to ask me something my ask box & my dms are open <3

xoxo, a