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[getougender]

embracing my inner third grader i love coloring weeeee

[heystuckstuck]

doll parts part one

eridan ampora x reader

part one ==> HERE

part two ==> coming soon!!! <3

YOU ==> WAKE UP

You do. You are sprawled out on your own bed, which is soft, softer than anything you’ve slept on in awhile. You are lying on your stomach, your arms crooked under your pillow to support your head. This is the way you almost always sleep. Your phone dings to the left side of your head, and you blearily shift to your side to check it. It would appear that someone is trying to get ahold of you.

cuttlefishCuller [CC] began trollling chumHandle [CH]

CC: )(-Ey t)(-Er-E, Y/N!

CC: )(ow ar-E you f-E-Eling today?

CH: im feeling fairly pleasant atm

CH: just woke up

CH: you?

CC: I’m FINTASTIC!!!

CC: )(-E-E )(-E-E

CH: cute

CH: glad to see youre still doing the fish pun thing

CH: why exactly do you do it?

CC: I lik-E fish

CC: SO!!!

CH: :?

CC: ar-E you coming to my party tonight?

CC: I r-E-Elly hope so!

CH: shore

CH: ;)

CC: Aww )(-E-E )( -E-E!

CC: You us-Ed a fish pun

CC: )(ow glubbing cut-E!

CH: thank you, fef

CC: And don’t fr-Et!

CC: W-E’ll have som-Ebody watch out for you!

CC: So what )(app-En-Ed last tim-E won’t )(app-En again!

CH: …

CC: I’m sorry!

CC: I shouldn’t )(av-E brought it up

CC: 38(

CH: no, that’s ok

CH: it happened

CH: it’s okay to talk about it

CC: )(ow was it?

CH: how was what?

CC: T)(-E )(ospital?

CH: it was ok

CH: im totally better

CC: I’m sure as s)(-Ell glad to )(-Ear it!

CC: Sollux and the cr-Ew will b-E t)(-Er-E to pick you up

CH: the crew?

CC: I’m not shor-E who it’ll b-E but Sollux is driving a bunch of our fri-Ends ov-Er

CC: I asked )(im to pick you up too!

CC: 38)

CH: thanks feferi

CH: youre the best

CC: I c-Ertainly try

CC: T)(-Er-E’s no way to wink at you wit)( my -Emoticon

CC: So just picture t)(at in your )(-Ead

CH: ;)

chumHandle [CH] ceased trolling cuttlefishCuller [CC]

twinArmageddons [TA] began trolling chumHandle [CH]

TA: y/n

CH: sollux

TA: thii2 ii2 gonna be a really weiird que2tiion

TA: plea2e don’t get mad

TA: but

TA: would you fuck ed

CH: what why

TA: becau2e seniior year is almo2t here and iif he doe2nt lo2e hii2 viirgiiniity before hii2 biirthday ii can’t be hii2 friiend anymore

CH: what makes you so sure he’s a virgin

TA: y/n

CH: fair point

TA: ii ju2t know that you have 2ome pretty lax 2tandard2

CH: are you calling me a “2lut”

CH: is that what’s happening right now

TA: god no

TA: ii ju2t wanna get the ba2tard laiid

CH: fine, i’ll do it

TA: y/n you are a 2aiint

TA: 2eriiou2ly

TA: nobody el2e would touch that ugly fucker with a ten foot pole

CH: you and i both know that eridan isn’t ugly

CH: he’s actually quite handsome

TA: god gro22

TA: ju2t thank you

TA: you’re doiing u2 all a favor really

TA: ed fuck2 you and then he’ll 2hut hiis fuckiing iidiiot mouth about not fuckiing anythiing

CH: how many times are you gonna say fuck

TA: fuck

CH: that’s fair

CH: yeah i’ll do it

TA: cool

TA: fiinger gun2

TA: ii’ll piick you up at 6

twinArmageddons [TA] ceased trolling chumHandle [CH]

Sollux is there for you promptly at six o’clock. You’re standing on the curb, waiting for him, when his familiarly tiny rusty red car pulls up alongside you. The music is so loud you can hear it through the closed doors and when you glance in the passenger’s side window, Aradia gestures her thumb back behind her. She must’ve called shotgun, or maybe Sollux got her first. You open the door to the backseat and clamber inside.

Karkat is on the far end, smushed into the door. He looks as disagreeable as always but he offers you a softer-than-usual smile as he adjusts his traditional black t-shirt. Eridan, in between the two of you, looks far more uncomfortable. You notice the way he is desperately trying not to look at you and in retaliation, you put a soft hand on his thigh. He looks as though he might faint, cheeks flushed and forehead beaded with sweat. He doesn’t say anything to you, but Karkat does.

“Alright, Y/N?”

Yes. Why wouldn’t you be?

“Yes, why wouldn’t I be?”

Karkat shrugs although from the hunch of his shoulders, you can tell he wants to argue. Everyone knows that he’s lying. You know he’s lying. You know why everybody wants to know if you’re alright. And frankly, it’s nobody’s fucking business.

Not even if they stroked your hair and whispered soft little nothings to you all the way to the emergency room. Not even then.

As you walk into the party, you notice a tall, slim figure posed at the front of the grand entrance hall. He’s smoking a cigarette and he has sunglasses on indoors. Dave Strider. He greets your friends casually but when he gets to you he falters and peers at you over the top of his shades.

“All better, Y/N?”

“Yes, I’m totally better. I eat almonds and yogurt and soup.” He nods curtly, but you can see the tension in his face. It would be difficult to miss, as difficult to miss as those reddish brown eyes of his. You remember the last time you saw them.

You were lying on your back with the left side of your face caked in vomit. Your limbs were seizing up and you wanted to scream but it was like your voice was invisible. Dave knelt over you, eyes as wide as saucers as he begged you to stay awake, please stay awake, oh god, what did you do, why did you do this, god no, please no, no no no no no nonononononononononono.

And you put your hand on his face and said, “Hello David.” Or tried to. You’re sure that what came out was a flubbed version.

“What did you take?” He’s begging you please tell him, tell him so he can get you to the hospital and they can pump your stomach, god please.

“13 valiums and a bottle of gin.” You try to tell him that you were just trying to float and stop your misery and stop the not eating and stop stop stop stop stop. But he can’t hear you. He screams out a feeble and watery Karkat and then you’re in a car with Karkat petting you and his mouth was moving but all you could hear were sirens. You wanted to sleep more than anything but Karkat kept shoving you awake and talking to you and telling you stories and begging you don’t go to sleep, no.

So you suppose if anyone has the right to ask you if you’re okay, it’s Dave, and you’d better tell him too. So you do, but you can tell that he doesn’t fully believe you, but to your relief, he leaves it.

The music is loud. It makes your ears numb. You see Feferi but you don’t go and say hi because she’s kissing Sollux on his mouth and tracing her fingers up his arm and you know you shouldn’t interrupt, so you don’t and push your way further through Feferi’s house. The lights are all pink and blue and hazy and you can’t see through the smoke in the air and you can taste the acrid tang of cigarettes in the back of your mouth, which makes it feel like cotton. You stumble and trip over something-someone lying on a beanbag on the floor, who doesn’t try to catch you when you fall into his bony chest.

“Well hey there, little sis, how’s it motherfuckin’ hangin’?” It’s Gamzee, with his dark, splotchy face and lazy looking eyes and dopey grin. He doesn’t help you up, the idea doesn’t even seem to occur to him. His eyes are bloodshot and his left hand’s slender fingers grip a short, lit blunt, which he offers to you.

“You want a hit?” Nobody except him in your friend group smokes pot. They drink and snort crushed up pills but they don’t smoke weed. You’ve tried it before, but only a few times. You didn’t like how it stung your throat and made you cough.

“Nah, that stuff makes you hungry.” That was your least favorite thing about it. The last time you smoked pot, you’d woken up naked on John’s couch with your hands and chest smeared in food goop and no memory of how it got there. You didn’t need that again. Gamzee doesn’t seem to mind, and just takes another drag.

“It’s no problem sis, more for me.” You watch him as he puffs on it again, noting the way the slight orange glow offsets the neon lights in the room.

“Anyway, chica, long time no see. How’s it been?” You shrug and Gamzee laughs.

“That’s so motherfuckin’ righteous, sister. Seriously, be all up and motherfuckin’ careful. Don’t want anything bad happening to you or anything.” You’re dumbstruck by the fact that Gamzee of all people, slow-witted, slow-reacting, oblivious, with a brain half-ruined y marijuana knows. God, how does Gamzee know?

“I saw you, all up and covered in that puke. Shit, y’know, it fuckin’ scared me. I love you and I don’t want you to die or anything. You were shaking and crying and everyone was all just sitting there, not knowing what to up and do. It was the opposite of a miracle. But maybe the fact that you’re not dead is a miracle and whatever god exists kept you alive for us. I’m motherfuckin’ happy about that. I’d miss you if you were dead. I think everybody would, even if they pretend they wouldn’t.”

Gamzee then punctuates his profound statement with a soft belch and he gives you a watery, peaceful smile, close-lipped, with his eyes shut. You return the smile, though yours is more strained than his because god just stop fucking talking about it.You get it. You don’t really want to be dead anymore but you wish everyone would stop reminding you of it. You want to forget as much as anybody else. You never wanted everyone to see you, shaking on the floor, eyes rolled up into the back of your head with foam oozing from between your lips all over your white tanktop, staining it pink. You want to forget. You want to forget Feferi screaming and and Sollux saying, hush, hush, FF, it’s okay, and Dave’s tears dribbling onto your face and getting into your mouth. They were salty on your numb tongue.

Gamzee’s hand begins to snake down the front of his sweatpants and you decide to leave before this gets awkward. You abandon Gamzee and trip on your way to the stairs, which you clamber up, on your way to Feferi’s second story bathroom. You don’t have to go, you just want to inspect Feferi’s mom’s medicine cabinet, see if she’s gotten anything new since the last time you were here, before. Before. Before you took John’s grandmother’s pills out of the kitchen and fell on the floor and Feferi screamed and Dave cried and Karkat crooned in your ear and you felt more loved than you ever had before, which was bullshit because of course everyone loves you when you try to die.

She doesn’t have anything new, you note with mild disappointment, pocketing some old pills that haven’t been touched since the last time you were here. You read the label before hiding them. Oxytocin. Pain pills. You shove it, along with your hands into your oversized maroon jacket, and just in time too, because the door you were certain you locked opens to your right. You turn and meet an abashed-looking Tavros, his face alcohol and embarrassment-flushed.

“Oh, I didn’t realize that anybody would be in here. I just needed to, um, well, yeah, you know.” He stumbles over his words and looks flustered, so you smile at him.

“Oh, that’s alright, I was just leaving.” You grab a tiny white paper cup, designed for mouthwash and fill it with water before exiting the bathroom, brushing past Tavros’s shoulder. He closes the door and you pull out the pills and take two with the shot of water you have. You aren’t addicted to popping pills, but it is an outstanding interest of yours. You wait a few minutes and then you feel fuzzy and it’s a bit like you’re walking on the ceiling as you trample down the hallway. You walk back down the stairs on watery legs, trying admirably not to fall on your face, which you don’t.

You walk to the kitchen, where Vriska is leaning with her back and elbows resting against the counter. Terezi and John are with her and you notice them eye you suspiciously as you open up all of the cabinets and count the cans inside.

“Hungry?” John asks, voice shaking a little bit. You remember seeing him, driving the car, speeding down the freeway, pedal to the metal. He kept frantically glancing back at you, blue eyes enormous, even more so than usual. Hs too-large front teeth were worrying his bottom lip and his knuckles were white as he gripped the steering wheel. You know why his voice is shaking. You’re starting to get tired of this.

“No.”

“What’re you doing then?”

“Counting.”

“Okay,” he says, sounding uneasy. God, why can’t people just stop being fucking worried about you? Why does John have to quirk his perfectly arched and adorable eyebrows at you like that? Why does he have to bite his lip and why does goddamn Vriska of all people look worried about you? You know perfectly well the reason why, but you don’t care. You don’t care that they all saw you. That everyone knows. You couldn’t care less.

You exist through the backdoor in the kitchen because you need some air, jesus. You can’t stand the way they all look at you, with such pity and fear. It was a mistake and you’ll never live it down because you scared everybody shitless. You take a deep breath of untainted air and somebody sighs right after you exhale. What the hell?

“What the hell?” You glance around and huddled at your feet is Eridan, his floral short-sleeve button down too tight in the arms. He’s wearing slacks too, which is such an Eridan thing to do and you are filled with an overwhelming surge of affection toward your friend. This is all he is, your friend. Your friend that might fuck you later, according to Sollux.

You flop down next to him. He doesn’t react, just takes a long sip from his red plastic cup. It’s probably beer, which you’re sure upsets his sensitive palette but he’s actively not complaining in dramatic, emotional theatrics for once so you don’t question it.

“Hey.”

“Hey.”

“What’re you doing out here, ‘Dan?”

“Everywhere else was full.” It’s true. All of your friends are rambunctiously partying in every corner of Feferi’s party. Except the bedrooms, you suppose. But maybe Feferi and Sollux have already made their way there, you know they will eventually and Feferi will call you tomorrow and tell you all about it. You know every detail of her sex life. She knows every detail of yours and while you are always supportive, sometimes she frowns at you and shakes her head.

“Ah.”

You’re both silent for awhile, the only sounds being of your breath and Eridan sipping his beer solemnly and yet, delicately. Feferi has a trampoline in her backyard and you haven’t jumped around and just had fun in god knows how long so you get up and offer your hand to Eridan. He accepts, although with a cocked eyebrow, and his hand still firmly in yours, you guide him to the trampoline.

“Really, Y/N? You wanna play on the goddamn trampoline? That’s fairly, just, it’s juvenile, don’t you think?”

“Yes, absolutely.” And you take off your shoes and fling your body onto the black netting and bounce a few times. Eridan hesitantly follows you.

“What if someone sees us?”

“Let them. We’re young and you’re drunk and I want to fly,” you say, leaping into the air and coming down with a spring. Eridan doesn’t jump at first, not until you grab his sleeve and tug on it and oh, Danny, I’m having so much fun, I’m flying, this is like the fucking Notebook, I’m a fucking bird, tell me I’m a bird like the Notebook. You’re laughing hysterically at yourself and Eridan is fucking giggling at you and then he starts jumping too and you dance in circles with only the soundtrack of summer cicadas to keep a melody. You grab his hands and his fingers twine with yours and suddenly he’s falling and you’re bouncing your back against the trampoline, narrowly avoiding hitting your head as Eridan lands on top of you and bounces off but only after squishing the life out of you.

You’re laughing so hard no sound is coming out and you’re gasping and so is he and you grab his hand from where he’s laying beside you.

You look up at the stars. You haven’t seen the stars in over six weeks. You missed them.

“So, how are you, Y/N? I’m sure sorry that I couldn’t come an’ visit you.” You do the best shrug you can while lying down.

“Nobody was allowed to visit me, except in the ER.”

“Still, I should’ve come. Fef went. John went.”

“They’re the only ones that did.”

“Really?” His voice is incredulous.

“Everyone texted. Until I had to go to the psych ward. Then I wasn’t allowed texts anymore.”

“Yeah, I know.”

You don’t want to be sad anymore so you change the subject.

“Eridan?”

“Hm?”

“Are you going to fuck me later?” He chokes, a loud spluttering cough, and jerks up to lay on his arm, staring down at you.

“What?!”

“Sollux told me that you were going to.”

“God, oh fuck, he told me-he-he said-he told me you didn’t know!”

“I know.”

“Well, I know that now!”

“It’s okay. If you want to, I’m okay with it.”

“Okay with what?”

“You fucking me.”

His face flared red, which was a feat in and of itself because his skin was soft brown. He looked beautiful in the starlight: his eyes, a gorgeous golden-hazel with long, dark lashes, his nose sturdy and strong, his lips fairly thick and soft and most especially the freckle he had, on the left corner of his bottom lip. His hair fell in his face, dark brown and highlighted by a thick bleached streak in the front. He wasn’t just pretty, not just beautiful, he was gorgeous. You wouldn’t mind snagging his virginity. Not one bit.

“I don’t think-I mean-well-I-I-I want to but I just think that maybe we should wait on that.”

“Okay,” you say, staring into his eyes, fighting down a pang of disappointment, “But if Sollux asks, you can say you did.”

His eyes narrow a bit and then he’s nervously looking at anything but you.

“But I wanted to know. Could you, maybe-I don’t-just-kiss me?” You smile, a full grin with teeth showing an everything.

“Yes, Eridan.”

And then you get up to your knees and pull him up to meet you and your lips are together and his lips are soft, a bit firmer than you imagined, and they’re clumsy and he accidentally clips your teeth together. You wrap an arm over his shoulder and he puts his hands at your small waist, pressing on your hips with his fingertips. You reach your other hand down and take his. You guide it over your breast and his whole body stiffens. His fingers begin to itch around and grope at the soft flesh under his hand and you slip your lips down to his neck. He makes a noise that is a cross between a purr and a croon and you push him down beneath you. The two of you break apart and he stares up at you, fingers touching his swollen bottom lip like he can’t believe what just happened. You realize suddenly that you just bagged his first kiss. You gently kiss his cheek and roll off of his abdomen.

When you wake up in the morning, you’re inside on the couch with Eridan spooned up behind you. A shirtless Equius lays across the floor with Nepeta’s head on his belly. Terezi’s legs are sprawled across her chest. Everyone else is still asleep but you can feel Eridan start to stir behind you. He nuzzles into the crook of your neck and mumbles a quiet good morning into the skin.

“Morning.”

“Mm.”

“Eridan?”

“Hm?”

“Your stiffy’s digging into my back.”

“M’sorry.”

“S’okay.”

[mongniel]

bottoms up

member: ong seongwu genre: fluff, angst, high school!au, bad oc!au summary: seongwu tries to shape up the class delinquent. requested: why do i take requests when i don’t do them–– warning: underage drinking, underage smoking, underage driving(??? bruh sometimes i don’t know what to put in the warnings), parental abuse. generally a lot of rule breaking for a high school student.

part one / part two (coming soon)

ong seongwu was the class clown, class president, class perfection

he was mr. perfect as some may say and everyone in school knew who he was, even you.

now, you... you were a walking warning sign. there are a lot of rumors speculating around you like how you were a drug dealer or how you got arrested before or how you had tattoos all over your back.

you never entertained to the rumors, but a lot of people were still scared of you. you had a rep.

both you and seongwu were in the same class. people find it a miracle how the school badass ended up in the same class as the school’s golden child. 

and since seongwu was the class president, his top priority was for everyone in his class to be at their finest shape.

that’s when it became a nightmare for you, when ong seong fucking wu started minding himself in your business

first off, sleeping in class wasn’t tolerated by ong. he legit claimed the seat next to you in the back so he could wake you up if you ever tried to knock out in class again. 

he knew your number and where you lived too because he got the information from your teacher when he had drop off your homework when you skipped a week of school.

so, to prevent you from skipping this year, he’d call you in the morning to make sure you wake up and get to school. if you ignore him, he’d show up at your house.

you were so Shook™ when he showed up the first time.

“what the fu–– seongwu? what are you doing here?”

“you’re not even dressed yet? get dressed. i’m taking you to school.”

you’d be so annoyed with him and by the time you get out of the house, he thought you were gonna head off to the bus stop with him.

nope, you had your own ride on your dad’s motorcycle (which you weren’t legal to really drive yet)

when he gets to school, he’d be so mad at you, but you would totally roll your eyes and ignore.

you have no idea why he’s always on your ass. like mind your own business, asshole.

ong showing up at your door almost came natural to you by the fifth week. you’d still ignore his phone call, but you were out the door by the time he reaches your door. 

one day, seongwu tried looking for you at lunch because he started to notice that you weren’t eating in the lunch room. 

he found you in the back with a cigarette bud between your lips. 

can you already hear the disappointment in his voice?

“what are you doing? get that cancer stick out of your mouth! i can’t believe you’re smoking.”

seongwu was having a tough time with you, but the moment he saw you smoking, he wasn’t having it. 

“fuck off, ong.”

“i’m telling the teacher on you.”

“great. suspension. a week without school. sounds great to me.”

you swear you can see the steam coming out of his ears as you taunt him but sticking the cigarette back into your lips. 

“why do you do this to yourself? why do you let your life rot away at such a young age? your education? you don’t give a shit. your health? you clearly don’t care about. what the fuck are you––”

you slapped him and he was lucky he didn’t get a slap earlier. 

“i said fuck off, seongwu. stop trying to make me into your little project. i’m not going to be a good student like you. i’m not going get good grades like you. i am not you.”

perhaps the slap was a bit much. but who was he to call you out on your life? what did he know?

“...”

“stop showing up to my house. stop bringing me my homework. just stop. i had enough of you. you’ve been making me miserable!”

to his own surprise, what you said to him hurt a little. he thought the last few weeks progress was being made. you started going to school more often. you did your homework. you weren’t sleeping in class.

he thought he did you some good and that you were even warming up to him, because come on, who doesn’t like ong seongwu?

frankly, you. and he didn’t get it.

“fine.”

he walked away and you left out a sigh. you just weren’t sure if it was out of relief though.

the following few days of school, you were absent.

seongwu had to fight the urge to call you or show up at your front door. sometimes, he’d caught himself staring at your contact thinking about texting you.

he was apologetic. he started to sympathize with you because he was putting a lot on you for someone who wasn’t used to putting in just an ounce of effort into school.

his friends started to noticed something off about him too. how he’s not paying attention to the lectures or how he isn’t joking around with everyone like he usually is.

he felt guilty even when all he was trying to do was help, but you can’t really help someone who doesn’t want it.

when you did show up to school, you were late, shirt untucked, hair messed up.

and you got what you expected: detention, which you weren’t going to go to anyway.

clearly, you had a rough morning and you can already hear the ridiculous rumors racing through the hallways of your pathetic high school.

you took your time to take your usual seat in the back and rest your head down immediately and away from ong seongwu.

truth be told, his eyes lit when you walked into the room. throughout the entire class, he was thinking of a game plan to talk to you, to say that he was sorry.

it was funny. the great, confident ong seongwu getting nervous. 

when class was over and everyone but a sleeping you and an on-the-verge-of-a-breakdown ong seongwu, he sat down at the desk in front of you.

his fingers gentle brushed your arm before trying to shaking you awake, but you were already startled and you looked like you were ready to hit him.

“oh my god. you scared me........ w...what are you... what do you want?”

“oh, c–class is over.”

“okay.”

you tried to be indifferent. you shot out of your seat and was ready to leave, but seongwu quickly gathered his things to follow.

“wa–wait, hey, wait up. i wanted to say sorry about the other day. i really didn’t want––”

“it’s whatever, seongwu. you don’t need to apologize for anything.”

“wait, seriously, i don’t want you to be mad anymore.”

“i get that, but you can’t just get yourself involved in my life.”

you rolled your eyes and was already making your way out the door. ong seongwu was quick though. his body shielded the exit.

“get out of my fucki––”

he grabbed your hand when he saw a purple shade on your skin, then pull your sleeves up to see your arms covered in bruises.

“what happened....”

“i told you to mind your fucking business, ong. so, fuck off!”

you grabbed your arm back and pushed him out the way. there was no way you were going to continue on the day and face him again. 

seongwu couldn’t stop thinking about it though. who was hurting you? was that why weren’t showing up to school? 

even if you yell at him and punch him in the face, he wasn’t going to let this go. you’re hurt.

he started calling you, continuously. it wasn’t until the 23rd time, you picked up.

“seongwu, i told y––”

“where are you?”

“why the fuck would i tell you that?”

“because i’m worried about you.”

“no, you aren’t, seongwu. i’m hanging up.”

“wait, please––”

bee––eep

as soon as you hung up, he walked out of his house and took the train to yours. maybe you were home...

you weren’t. your bike wasn’t home, but seongwu didn’t have to wait long before you pulled up to your house with a bag of beer cans.

the moment you took notice of him... you were already sighing. he really wasn’t going to leave you alone.

“did you... how did you buy beer? you’re not even 20 yet?”

“i have a––you know what––i don’t have to answer you.”

you got off your bike and was ready to walk right by him or even push right through him, but you saw the your dad through the window walking towards the door.

“you don’t have to answer me, but you’re drinking now?”

“fuck. he’s home...”

you were distressed as you jumped back on your bike and handed seongwu your spare helmet.

“what do you want me to do with that?”

“put it on and get on now. i’ll answer you 3 questions. just get on.” 

seongwu was hesitant for an extra second before you buckled in his helmet and got on. 

right when he did, you were already vrooming out of there and going a little too fast for his liking. 

his fingers were slightly pinching onto the ends of your shirt.

“why are you suddenly asking me to get on your bike and leave?”

“because my dad is home.”

“and that’s a bad thing because...?”

“because... he was about to leave the house and i would’ve gotten in trouble if he saw me.”

“why?”

“that’s your third question. you really want to use it?”

“wait––i didn’t even use my first two.”

“you asked two questions. you got two answers.”

honestly, seongwu was taken back, but he’ll accept it for now. he got two answers he sort of wanted.

“i’ll save it.”

you took him to a park a few blocks from your house. you were sitting on a tire swing with a can of beer in one hand while he was sitting on the ground, awing at you.

he honestly had a lot of questions, but he had one left now. 

“are you just going to sit there and watch me drink? grab one i got two.”

you jumped off the tire and handed him one. 

“or are you too much of a goodie two shoes? even for one sip?” you tried taunting him by waving the can in front of his face.

“i’m good.”

“i’ll gave you back your other two questions if you drink with me.”

he stared at you then back the can. it was tempting because he had questions for you. a lot of them. so if he could get two more... he was alright with that.

“okay, one can.”

your devilish smile grew as you cracked open the can.

“bottoms up.”