#sorry if the formating looks weird

[idv-harmonic-melody]

Have you ever played chess

❝Chess? Yes! I have played it a bunch of times with my brother...Although most of it was during our childhood.❞

Robin nodded slightly, the memories of those days already coming to her mind, making her smile.

❝I was never the best at it, though...But i enjoyed playing it, none the less.❞

[oceancracker]

Hi my name is Dokja Read’er Demon King of Salvation Kim and I read a lot (that’s how I got my name) and a lot of people tell me I look like Yoo Joonghyuk (AN: if u don’t know who he is get da hell out of here!). I’m not related to Sun Wukong but I wish I was because he’s a major fucking hottie. I’m a demon king but my wings are fluffy and white. I’m also a constellation, and I run a nebula called Kim Dokja’s Company in Seoul where I’m in the leader (not Yoo Joonghyuk). I’m normal (in case you couldn’t tell) and I wear mostly white. I love Mass Production Maker and I buy all my clothes from him. For example today I was wearing a white infinite dimension space coat with a dress shirt under it, black slacks and black shoes. I was walking outside the Industrial Complex. It was cloudy so there were no stars, which I was very happy about.

[A lot of constellations are staring at you.]

I put up my middle finger at them.

[dragqueenstarscream]

Major case of cold sleepyness

Alpha trion or any character idk

Eating their respective y/n out, and getting very pussy drunk

-🫀

ohohoho... now you're speaking my language! also, i hope you feel better soon!

tf one alpha trion x afab!reader

contains: established relationship, no specified reader gender, human reader, reader being a smart mouth, cunnilingus, face/tongue riding, g/t (though this is transformers so that kinda comes with the territory), multiple orgasms, pussy drunk gilf robot. terms for reader's bits include pussy, hole, folds, and clit.

you really should've known better.

you knew alpha trion well. you knew that he was wise and intelligent beyond your imagination. you knew that he never liked having his knowledge called into question. and you knew that he never backed down from a challenge.

but that didn't stop you from mouthing off to him in the berth, did it?

the two of you had decided to take your relationship from friends to partners a while ago, but due to the vast species and culture difference, you'd been taking things slow for the time being. the relationship had been tricky to figure out at first, like the differences in dating across cultures and trying to find each other gifts, but the two of you were determined to make it work.

physical intimacy had been the elephant in the room for a while now. the both of you wanted it, but the size difference made anything apart from cuddles and kisses difficult. the usual route wasn't an option; even with mass displacement, alpha trion was a giant, far too big to handle. fingering was also tricky; the most you could do was rut against his huge digits.

the idea came when the two of you were relaxing in alpha trion's berth after a long day. you were resting on his chestplate, planting lazy kisses on his chin. as you listened to his engine rumble with laughter, you had an idea, one which spread a mischievous smirk on your face.

"hey alpha," you'd said, making the big bot perk up. "i think i know a way we might be able to get around our whole size difference thing."

"oh?" alpha trion said, tilting his head to one side. "what's your plan?"

"maybe i don't have to use your fingers or your... you call it a spike, right?" you said. "maybe i could try using your tongue."

alpha trion's eyes lit up, quickly catching onto your idea. "my glossa? ah, that's something i'm familiar with."

you couldn't silence a surprised laugh, which made the big bot raise a brow ridge. "are you saying you've eaten pussy before?" you asked.

"i've been alive about as long as cybertron has been around," alpha trion said, clearly unamused by your insinuation. "i have experience. i'm sure a human's valve wouldn't be difficult to figure out."

"really?" you smirked. "you've been in stasis for fifty years. how can i know you haven't lost your touch?"

"what are you implying?" alpha trion asked, squinting up at you.

"i'm saying, maybe you aren't as good as you once were, old bot," you fired back.

that definitely got his attention. "ah," alpha trion said. "old, you say?"

"yeah," you said with a nod. "old and out of touch."

"if that's how it's going to be," alpha trion said. "i can play your little game."

"alright," you grinned. "prove me wrong, old bot. i dare you."

that was how you found yourself in your current position, half naked and seated on the edge of alpha trion's jaw with your legs dangling into his mouth, held in place by his servo as he ate you out with a fervor you never would've expected out of him.

you initially didn't think he'd be able to do much, considering the fact that his mouth wasn't shaped like that of most other bots. as it turned out, that didn't matter; his massive tongue did all the work. it felt like silicone, pliable beneath your curious touch, coated in a thick saliva which helped it glide against your skin without any unwanted friction. as you reached out with one hand to feel it, you realized that it wasn't entirely smooth; his tongue was had ridges across its width, almost as if it were segmented, along with little bumps like human taste buds.

once alpha trion decided that you'd done enough exploring, he lazily dragged his tongue up the length of your pussy, taking his time to really taste you. you shuddered as you felt the ridges of his tongue rub against your folds, something so strange and alien and yet so perfect.

the huge bot below you let out a low, satisfied sounding groan as he pulled his tongue back. you whined at the loss of contact and tried to buck your hips forward, itching to feel something. alpha trion must've decided that that wouldn't do, as he fixed his grip on you so that your hips were forced down against his jaw. apart from your arms and your head, you couldn't move a muscle. the message was clear; you asked for this, and by primus, he was going to give it to you.

the lack of contact only lasted for a moment before alpha trion got to work, bringing his tongue back up to taste you. his movements seemed exploratory, feeling between your legs, trying to work out what you liked the most. whether he knew it or not, he was teasing you relentlessly. each movement of his thick tongue against your pussy sent another rush of heat to your belly.

after a minute of exploration, alpha trion seemed to have an idea, as he began focusing his ministrations entirely on your hole. he flicked the tip of his tongue upward, tracing around your folds, before pressing into your hole, tonguefucking you with gusto. your thighs shook as you tried to squeeze your legs around his tongue, desperately trying to rock your hips, with no luck. the bumps at the tip of his tongue caught along your inner walls, making you whine and plead for more. it didn't reach inside you as deeply as a toy might've, but it was so thick, stretching you open deliciously, with a texture unlike anything you'd ever felt before.

it wasn't long before you came all over his tongue with a yell, toes curling and legs spasming as your fluids spilled down his tongue. alpha trion must've liked the taste, as he moaned loudly, sending vibrations straight to your pussy.

the big bot didn't give you any chance of reprieve, going straight back to tonguefucking you like there was no tomorrow. you started to cry out from overstimulation, repeating alpha's name over and over. your begging had quite the effect on your partner, as he moved his free servo to palm at his modesty panel. still, he never broke his focus on you, determined to make you come again.

he dragged his tongue back in a way which rubbed against your clit, which made you gasp. alpha trion stopped and pulled his tongue back, squinting, watching your reaction. once he was certain that you weren't hurt in any way, he experimentally ran his tongue back over that same spot. the way the little bumps of his tongue rubbed against your clit made you whimper and strain against his servo, chasing that friction.

a dark, determined look grew in alpha trion's optics, and before you could ask him what he was thinking, he resorted to relentlessly teasing your clit, swirling around it with the tip of his tongue. to your surprise, he loosened his grip around your waist, and you took full advantage of that, grinding against his tongue. tears pricked at the corners of your eyes as you chased your orgasm. alpha trion moaned at the taste of your juices running down his tongue, and the vibrations from his moaning combined with the ridges of his tongue catching on your clit were too much to handle.

before you knew it, you were coming all over again, gripping onto alpha trion's digits for dear life as you came so hard that your whole body shook. thankfully, alpha trion took mercy on you this time, licking you clean before pulling you up off of his mouth.

the look on your partner's face was somewhere between smug and deeply aroused, his pale eyes dark with lust as he gazed over your body. as you laid back in his servo, trying to collect yourself, alpha trion laughed and gently rubbed your torso with his thumb.

"not too old for you," he said. even though you couldn't see his face anymore, you could hear the smirk in his voice.

"you're right," you conceded. "you win. holy shit, you're good at this."

alpha trion let you lay there a minute, massaging your little body with his thumb, before he maneuvered you back into position, holding you over his mouth once again.

"alpha-?" you said, not believing where this was going.

"oh, i'm not done with you yet, sweetspark," alpha trion practically purred, his eyes flickering with a thirst you'd never seen in him before. "let's see how many more i can get out of you..."

your heart leaped in your chest as you realized the perfect torture you were in for, helpless to do anything but squirm as alpha trion set you back on the edge of his jaw, bringing his tongue up to you once again.

[spellbird]

(Read from left to right)

Had an intrusive thought about Kazuki's facial hair and just had to make a little comic about it! It's been a while since I've made comics, so sorry that it's kinda messy/ just sketches. I tried to clean them up as best as I could!

[realareturns]

A high quality look at Reala’s acrobatic tricks from 2P mode!! He seems to have the same ones as NiGHTS (although they look a little different on his model). I counted 12 clips while making this video, meaning this should be all of his tricks. I think the two I missed in NiGHTS’ video are the first and last clips shown here?

[sirazaroff]

How do you think Velvet flirts with Coco?

This is one of the funniest asks I ever got and im glad cause this is just gold. Like how does the Bun™️ woo her stupid bozo??
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I have my biased takes on what Coco and Velvet are like as characters, but to start off I wanna focus on what Vel brings to the table.

I think a lot of people have moe’d her down to a nervous/scaredy bunny girl and…that’s not her at all. She’s a real multilayered character who can and will kick your ass flat. She’s also…

- very very attentive to people

- excellent at memorizing things she sees and hears, and quickly at that

- very emotionally in tune with people, herself included

- insanely kind and helpful

- honest about her feelings and will voice her thoughts when ready

Also she’s a bunny like come on. Is baby. It’s impossible to not find her likable.

I can go on forever, but I think these are enough likable traits to work with.


Time to shift. Now we focus on what I think Coco likes in a person:

- Hot girls

- Complexity

- Someone true to their nature

- Some sense of honor

- Someone striving to learn and to better themselves

Hopefully it’s not lost here, but there’s some compatibility don’t you think? Velvet’s got some of those traits that Coco likes.

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So where’s the flirting? It’s coming I swear, I just needed the background info to help support the answers.

Bun bun flirts two ways: intentionally and unintentionally. The latter is usually what’s happening most often.

Her intentional flirting is what you would expect. Some cheeky words, being a playful tease in her actions like when she flashed her camera in After the Fall. I think she would 1000% take advantage of her physique and incredibly vast skillsets. She is totally totally showing off during training and sparring. Coco might hide her gaze under her glasses but that dumb bitch is so easy. So so easy…

Now her unintentional flirting is basically that Velvet is just doing her thing. She’s comfortable and loved by her team. With them she’s able to be herself and have fun, and that’s what coco loves most. Seeing Velvet thrive and not feel like she has to hide herself away from the world, and with it comes moments and actions that make Coco, much to her surprise, fall for Velvet.

I guess simply put, Velvet flirts by being her cheeky self around Coco, and her leader falls for her every time.

[greetingfromthedead]

Inspo pics below! I know there are variations in all versions, I post the ones that mainly come to my mind.

[amostcuriousmythicist]

Euryalus: A lost Play by Sophocles

You know another lost play that has intrigued me as of late is this one written by Sophocles about Odysseus life after returning to Ithaca, purely due to how insane it is. We don’t have any actual lines from it but the Alexandrian scholar Parthenius gives us a good summary of it:

After his wanderings were over and when he had killed the suitors, Odysseus went to Epirus in order to consult the oracles. While he was there he seduced Euippe, the daughter of Tyrimmas, who had received him graciously and offered him all possible hospitality. Consequently Euippe gave birth to a son, Euryalus. When he grew up to adulthood, his mother sent Euryalus away to Ithaca, having given him certain tokens sealed in a writing-tablet. When he arrived it happened that Odysseus was absent. Penelope had previously been aware of Odysseus’ passion for Euippe, but now she learnt the whole story. She persuaded Odysseus, upon his return, to kill Euryalus on the grounds that he was plotting against him; she did this before he could discover the truth about the situation. And so Odysseus, because of his lack of self-control and unseemly behaviour in general, became his own son’s murderer. Not long afterwards Odysseus himself died at the hands of his own son, having been wounded by the spine of a fish.

The Lost Plays of Greek Tragedy (Volume 2) by Matthew Wright. Page 89

[buffyspeak]

shadowhunters rewatch 2023:

alec and clary not trusting each other in 1.03 vs. alec saving her anyways

[honeydots]

first batch of palette requests from twt~

[datesinredink]

I won’t lie, I completely forgot that I actually planned on posting writing on this blog- aghhh I’m one of the most inconsistent people alive, god help this outcast please. Here’s some stuff I wrote while listening to the ruikasa fixer cover. Hopefully since school’s over for the summer I’ll remember to write more! Might do Tsukasa later.

General yandere Rui headcanons

Yandere type: Monopoly main type with stalker and manipulative subtypes

I think you’d know Rui either as one of his middle school friends or as a WxS fan

If you were friends in middle school, I think he’d be less intense in his obsession. You’ve already stuck with him for this long, so he has less doubts of whether or not you’ll leave him.

On the other hand, if you meet him through his shows with wxs, he’s much more paranoid about you abandoning him, especially if you also end up getting close with the other members.

He doesn’t realize his feelings for you at first, though his friends probably notice. It’s likely one of them teasing him about you that makes him finally piece things together.

Anyway, I think he would’ve stalked you throughout school and occasionally outside of that even before he realized he loved you, but now that he knows, he’s upping the ante

Any room with good hiding spots have cameras in them, he’s hacking your devices, giving you little robotic gifts that, while cute and fun, also have listening bugs.

Speaking of gifts, you now have a horde of them. Anything from little figurines that throw confetti, to your own robo-you if you’re shy like Nene.

He brings you along to his rehearsals. He does show off a bit, but it’s in line enough with his usual dramatics that it’s only obvious if you’re looking for it.

Unfortunately, Rui tends to be Extremely Jealous. He is NOT a fan of you getting close with the others. I think he’d believe Tsukasa to be the biggest threat, since he can be genuinely charming, followed by Emu, then Nene, since he’s known her for a while and trusts that she won’t hurt him by getting in his way.

I don’t think he would resort to killing other people, it’s just not in his character. I think his method of driving people away from you would be leaning into his reputation as an unhinged freak so that people stop talking to you since he’s pretty much glued to your side whenever he can be. This might result in some injury to others, but usually nothing too bad. He won’t go further than a medium sized cut or a particularly bad bruise.

The main motive behind his obsession is a fear of abandonment. He’s been so alone and isolated from his peers for so long that the first time someone he’s in love with doesn’t think he’s creepy (before the stalking, anyway) he can’t help but latch on to you and never want to let go.

He’s entirely aware that what he’s doing and feeling isn’t normal or sane, but at the same time, he doesn’t really care. Even if you do find out, he’s been called a maniac for almost all of his life, so even if it stings a bit more, what’s one more person? If push comes to shove, he could just stage an incident to get you expelled and then keep you in his basement with him and his inventions.

[cirkkaa]

Fantasy Au Prologue (Draft)

Ray was the protagonist alongside Anna. They are orphanage children (16 ish) result from an ongoing war where they lived. Story is set when they are both adopted by different families. Anna adapts very well and has a good prospect, whereas Ray is just a rebel kid who wants to find his family again (in this au Isa's location is unknown. Ray has been separated from her during the war when he was younger)

During his search, he gets saved from imminent death by what he could describe as an angel. For some reason since then, he can see and feel the supernatural which, as he discovers later, ends up playing a key part of Ray and Isa's past.

This version is no longer "canon" sadly, but I thought sharing this could be nice. As I was writing I noticed there a lot of plot gaps that just couldn't work out and changed some things. The current canon version takes the angels pov (Emma and Norman) and centers more on Emma's emotional journey as a celestial being. Also some characters roles are different like Isabella who's the death angel now. I like both versions, and i took it as a challenge to just write a story really. About the new version I don't plan to develop it as a tpn au anymore but a original story so besides the few ideas I shared, it will still stay in the drawer TT

[insaneillusionist]

I have figured something out!

In “A Lying Witch And A Warden”, we first encounter Katya in the Conformatorium, who has been imprisoned for writing fanfic about food falling in love. But is it really that simple?

She writes and illustrates her own works (very cool), and in it, we see this.

The food has limbs, and we can tell that they have feelings, implying that they’re sentient. People write strange things all the time, so why send this specific person to prison? But wait.

In episode twelve, “Adventures in the Elements”, we see Eda pour a potion on the food she is intending to cook.

They gain limbs and later are shown throwing kitchen tools off a cliff, showing that they have motives and a general awareness of their life situation.

Eda has committed multiple crimes, so it’s not too out of left field to suggest that the potion she used is banned in the isles.

Katya’s fanfic, where the main characters match food under the effects of said potion, can be construed as promoting wild witchery if she had shared the fanfic, or general support if she hadn’t, which is why she was arrested.

[victheclown]

The runt amongst his peers

"That's it! You're doin' great lil' guy! Just keep it up!"

A demon cheered as he encouraged the kid to try and climb up a tree. While clearly nervous about it, the little demon was also determined to get up there, to prove that he could! He could do this! He just needed to get a little higher...

The much older demon heard his sister call out to him then, asking him to come over. His ears twitch briefly as he nodded over to her, looking at the kid attempting to climb.

"Good job lil' guy. Keep going if you want, a'ight? I'll be with yer' mother, we'll be right over there."

"Mhm!!"

The man gave a brief chuckle in response as the child went back to his climbing attempts while he made his way to his sister, sitting down next to her.

"What's poppin'?"

"... Just wantin' to talk, I think."

"Well then ya know I'm your guy, shortcake!"

A giggle escaped her.

"Stop it Harold... We're a few years apart, I'm not *that* much younger."

"Lil' sister is a lil' sister to me."

He couldn't help but laugh. He always had a more lighthearted look on things... If only she could relate.

"Heh... Well... It's just..."

"Hm? Come on, I know I joke a lot, but you can talk to me."

"... I worry about him."

She quietly said as she looks over to the child, *her* child, just a little further away as he made semi-futile attempts at climbing the tree. The other demon was quick to follow that glance.

"... The lil' guy? What about him? Something wrong?"

"... Nothing that you don't already know."

It took a moment as he raised a brow, but then it clicked what she meant.

"Is it- Come on... I know the lil' guys a tad on the short side, but that don't gotta mean anythin-"

"... He should be at least half his size taller with his age, he should be able to use his wings by now- So many things are just… So far behind for him, and I don’t know for how much longer possibly-.."

The man frowned a tad as he placed a hand on her shoulder then, for comfort.

"Hey now, I get it- You're worried, I know. Just... It, really doesn't have to mean anything, he can still be a good kid."

"... I worry more about how others will act towards him for it."

He blinks a little as she said that, before looking back over towards the kid himself again, watching.

The child struggled, trying to claw his hands into the tree bark, before inevitably sliding off again and falling to the ground, and after a brief moment to pout, got right back up to try again, attempting to flap his little, tiny wings to help him along in any way.... Not that they were any use to him with their small size.

"... Other children can be ruthless. You... Know how it is.."

"... Yea. I know."

Unfortunately, he did. He let out a deep sigh, thinking through what to say for a moment as she then continued to speak.

"... I... I want to be there for him, but... I know I won't always be... I worry he won't be able to protect himself... That he will catch on how... He is a...."

She could only mumble that last part under her breath, she didn't have the heart to say it out loud. The other demon blinks a little, coming out with a response right away.

"Bein' a runt ain't somethin' to be ashamed of. I'm sure if we show him he'll be able to learn to stand up for himself- I know he can."

Seeing the distress and worry on his little sister, he pulled her closer into a one-arm side hug, putting her head on his shoulder and giving her a gentle, comforting pat.

"... The kid's got a good heart. And even if he's behind on things, he just needs to be taught to make use of what he *can* do instead. And... If it helps ya worry less, I could help."

".... I think I would appreciate that. Thank... Thank you."

"It's nothin'."

It was quiet for a brief moment between them... Before they realized it was a little *too* quiet now.

Looking back to the tree... The kid had managed to get up to a branch it seems, now clinging to it with all his strength while shaking.

"... Ah rats, he's got your fear of heights shortcake."

"Oh stop it, Harold."

The two laugh a little for a moment, before getting up to approach the tree.

"Well hey there lil' guy. You doin' okay?"

".... High.... S.. Scary...."

The kid was shaking, with his tail curled around the branch he was clinging to. He couldn't even be proud of how he managed to climb up, he was a little too fearful to do so right now.

"Alright- Let's get ya down there."

The demon then reached up to grab the kid and lift him off the brnch, upon which the tiny demon quickly clung to him, still shaking a tad.

"Oof- There there lil' guy, it's all good."

It took the young demon a while to calm down, now simply sitting in his arms as the second demon came over, giving him a smile and a head ruffle.

"You ready to go home, sunshine?"

"Mhm..."

"I'll leave ya to it. Got somethin' goin on later."

He lifts the child up again then and hands him to the other demon, though not before giving him a small boop on the nose.

"I'll be seein' ya, lil' guy. Be good, alright?"

The kid let out a laugh before nodding, which got a chuckle out of the man too.

"That's a good kid."

[ohmyjinsus]

gorgeous

park sunghoon x gender neutral! reader

college student! au || 5.4k

this is literally over a year old and I’m only posting it now I’m the worst and I’m not going to proofread it either, whether or not it makes sense is in god’s hands, it’s also been like 5 and a half years since I played beer pong so hopefully I remember it correctly rip

there’s some underage drinking and y/n has some ~suggestive~ thoughts about sunghoon, there’s just kissing though - we’re also going to pretend y/n has a brother for the sake of this storyline, so sorry if you don’t

summary: you’ve been kind of crushing on this cute guy in your business class for a while now, but like, it’s not like he’d ever like you back anyway, he doesn’t even know you exist …. right?

You don’t believe in crushes. They’re a waste of time and energy, in your opinion. As a college student, dating someone is definitely not one of your priorities.

But of course, that hot guy in your business class exists.

You notice him on the first day of class. He’s absolutely stunning. He always looks so well put together, meanwhile there’s you, who woke up 20 minutes before class started and ran down the street in sweats. You’re sure if he was the one wearing sweats, he’d still look gorgeous.

He’s 110% your type, but you push it aside. There’s no point in trying to get with him. Even if there was, he’s out of your league. You don’t even know each other’s names. Every time you think about it, you come up with a list of reasons it wouldn’t work out. As long as you remember those, you’ll be fine.

That’s what you keep telling yourself, until you actually have to speak to him during your second class.

“Okay everyone, work with the person sitting behind you. Do practice questions 1-5, make sure you write down your answers, and then submit them to the dropbox online. When you’re done, you can leave.”

You look at your friend, rolling your eyes. In every other course, your professors just let you work with the person sitting next to you. You don’t know why this prof feels the need to make life harder for all of you.

The person in front of you is already working with someone else, so you turn around, hoping you get paired up with someone decent.

“Hey,” a voice says from behind you. “I’m Sunghoon.”

You want to throw yourself out a window. He looks even better up close, as cheesy as it is to say. You aren’t even sure you brushed your hair this morning.

“y/n.” He smiles, pulling his laptop closer.

“Last name?”

“What?” He smirks.

“For the assignment,” he clarifies. “It needs both our names on it.”

“Oh, right, duh.” You spell it for him and tell him your student number.

“Let’s get it, I guess.” You laugh, opening your textbook to the right page. As long as you can get through this without making a total fool of yourself, you’ll be fine.

“Okay,” you say, “question one.”

Thankfully, Sunghoon’s pretty talkative and he actually pays attention in class, so he has answers. You agree with them, for the most part, and add things on here and there.

“So for solvency ratios, you divide by net income, right?” Sunghoon asks, focused on his laptop.

“It’s net income divided by liabilities.” You’re pretty sure. But he makes you nervous. “Isn’t it?”

“Let me see that.” You hand over the textbook, letting him flip through to find the answer. You’re about to turn back to your laptop and scroll through your notes when Sunghoon groans. “You’re right, y/n. I’m just stupid.”

“Yes.” His head snaps up. It takes you a second to realize what you’ve said, but you can’t take it back now, so you just shrug.

“Damn, y/n. I thought we were friends.” You shake your head, not sure what to say. You’re scared you’ll just embarrass yourself at this point, so you try to focus on literally anything else.

It’s okay though, because Sunghoon is still smiling at you. You can’t ignore your heart beating a little bit faster. You hate that he has this effect on you. Especially since it’s your first time having a proper conversation with him.

He asks you for the next question, breaking your thoughts.

It doesn’t take you much longer to get through the work. When you’re done, Sunghoon turns his laptop around so you can double check everything. Once you give it the green light, he hands it in.

“I think he said we’re free to go now, right?” You ask, awkwardly. There’s still a lot of people in the room. You don’t want to be the first two to leavy.

“I believe so.” Sunghoon closes his laptop and pulls his jacket on. It looks expensive. You kind of wish you had one for yourself, but you know you probably can’t afford it. “Are you heading out? I’ll walk with you.”

You glance at your friend across the row, who’s still working. Part of you wants to say yes, and see what happens. Realistically, you know you’d be too nervous to say anything. You have no idea if he cares about you enough to continue speaking to you.

“That’s okay,” you tell him, gesturing towards your friend. “I’m gonna finish up some work and wait.”

“Sure,” he grabs his bag and gets up. “I’ll see you around then, y/n.” You nod awkwardly.

“Have a good weekend.” He smiles at you again, and it makes you just as nervous as the last time.

“You too.”

You watch as he heads down the aisle and out the door. As much as you try to focus on your other coursework, you can’t get him out of your head. You almost want to kill him for getting to you like this.

That night, while you’re practicing how to calculate solvency ratios, you’re still thinking of him.

You’ve probably seen him around campus before, but you don’t know anything about him. You have a feeling he’s older than you, but you’re not sure. You put your notebook away and grab your phone, opening Instagram.

It doesn’t take you long to find him. Thankfully, his profile is public.

You scroll through, looking at all the photos of him with his friends. There are some of him alone as well. You can’t help but notice how aesthetic his feed is. It suits him. Your profile is boring in comparison. The odds of him looking at it are slim anyway. You’re not too worried.

There’s a lot of photos of him with one girl as well. You click on her profile, trying to figure out if they’re together. There are pictures of her with some other guy. One of the captions mentions something about their third anniversary.

You breathe out a sigh of relief. You actually have a chance.

That thought makes you stop in your tracks. You don’t need a chance, you don’t have a crush on him. Do you?

You put your phone face down on your desk, opening your business textbook again.

Solvency ratios are a thousand times more interesting than Park Sunghoon. That’s what you tell yourself, anyway.

You have to get this stupid boy off your mind, as soon as possible.

===

You pretend he doesn’t exist until you see him in class on Friday.

When you walk into your lecture hall, you pass by him. When he notices you, he looks up and smiles. You try smile back like a normal person, ignoring the warmth in your cheeks.

You find your friends a few rows back, and get settled next to them. Usually when you get bored in lectures, you distract yourself on your laptop. Today, you find your eyes focusing on Sunghoon.

When you glance at him, he’s running his hand through his hair. You can’t help but wonder how soft it is. An image of the two of you making out pops into your head. The thought of your fingers tangled in his hair makes you blush. You hope none of your friends notice.

Your professor gives you some group work to do soon after that. You’re grateful for once, as it gives you something else to focus on.

Once you’ve completed it with your friends, you can’t help but glance at Sunghoon again. He’s talking to the person next to him, laughing at something they said. You can’t help but wish that was you making him laugh like that.

“Did you get what our prof said earlier?” Your friend says from beside you. You jump, trying to act normal.

“Sorry, what?”

“Our prof,” your friend says. “What pages did he say to study for our quiz?”

“Oh, right.” You scroll through the notes you took on your laptop, trying to find where you wrote it down.

For the rest of the lecture, you make sure to focus. You’ll be damned if your GPA drops because you were staring at some random boy in class instead of paying attention. That would be an absolute embarrassment.

When class is over, your friends ask if you want to get lunch with them. You say sure, packing up your things, getting ready to go.

As all of you head out of the room, trying to decide where to eat, you feel a hand on your arm.

“Wait, y/n,” you turn around. “Can I talk to you for a sec?”

Of course it’s Sunghoon.

“What’s going on?” One of your friends ask. You shake your head.

“Go,” you tell them. “Text me and I’ll meet you there after.” They nod, and you watch them disappear down the hallway.

“Sorry,” Sunghoon says when you turn to face him, “I wanted to catch you before I forget.”

“Sure,” you respond. You have literally no idea what he wants.

“I just wanted to say I know you.” You blink.

“I’m sorry, what?” Sunghoon looks down. He seems almost embarrassed.

“That probably sounded creepy, whoops.”

“A little bit.” The two of you smile at each other.

“I know your brother,” he clarifies.

“You do?” He nods, telling you they were friends in elementary school. When he mentions the classes they were in together, you recognize their teachers’ names. Your brother’s 2 years older than you, so Sunghoon must be as well.

“Last week I thought your name sounded familiar, but I couldn’t figure out where I’d heard it before.”

“Oh, wow,” you respond. “I feel bad, I don’t remember you at all.” As soon as it comes out of your mouth, you regret it. You probably sound so mean. Sunghoon doesn’t seem fazed.

“I didn’t think you would, we never really spoke before.”

“Wait,” you say, suddenly. A memory just popped into your head. “Didn’t my brother accidentally slam your finger in a door at his birthday party? Or am I thinking of someone else?”

“That was me.” Sunghoon laughs. “Of all things to remember, it had to be the most embarrassing one.”

“I’m sorry.” You can’t help but laugh too.

“I’m just glad I exist somewhere in your memory.” That makes you blush.

“Of course you do.” He smiles at you.

“Anyway,” he says. “Your friends are probably waiting for you, you should go.”

“Oh, right.” You had almost forgotten about them. “Good thinking.”

“We can catch up later,” he tells you. “I’ll see you around, y/n.”

“See you.”

Once he’s walked away, you pull out your phone, trying to figure out where your friends went. They’re right next door, so you speed walk over. You need advice. You can’t believe Sunghoon remembers you from over ten years ago. You can’t wrap your mind around it.

“He likes you!” is the immediate reaction when you tell your friends what Sunghoon said. You roll your eyes, but you’re pretty sure you’re blushing.

“Oh my god, do you like him too?” Your best friend asks. You shake your head right away.

“Of course not.”

“I wonder what he looked like as a kid, was he cute then?” You shrug.

“I genuinely do not remember him.”

“But he remembers you.”

“Maybe you have a point,” you admit.

“Exactly!” Your best friend says. “He was thinking of you outside of class, that means something y/n.”

“Oh my god.” You can’t argue with that logic. “And he said we could catch up later, what does that even mean?”

“He wants to talk to you again!” One of your other friends chimes in. “I ship it.”

You cover your face, so no one sees you blushing. “I don’t need this right now. It sounds like a fic or something.”

“y/n’s out here living my dream life. Your brother’s best friend, my god.” You roll your eyes. “Did he ask for your number?”

“No.” You sigh.

“Idiot.” That makes you laugh. “You have the rest of the semester to make him fall in love with you. That’s more than enough time.”

They all start talking about something else, which you’re grateful for. Although Sunghoon’s still in the back of your mind. They made some valid points.

He was thinking about you outside of class. And he did imply he wants to talk to you again.

Then again, that doesn’t mean anything. He was probably just being nice.

But when you get home that night, your phone lights up while you’re getting ready for bed. When you see it’s an Instagram notification, you pray it’s him.

It’s just your cousin. You hate that you’re disappointed.

As you lay there in the dark, contemplating whether you should add him as a friend, you can’t deny it.

You do have a crush on Park Sunghoon after all. Damn it.

===

For the next week, you try to act cool about it. You haven’t spoken to Sunghoon since he told you he knows you. You were hoping he would add you on some form of social media, but he hasn’t. You know you could make the first move yourself, but you’re too anxious to do that.

Your friends continue to tease you, but you just roll your eyes and tell them to stop being ridiculous.

You make more of an effort with your appearance for the next class. Sunghoon’s always showing up in blazers, looking flawless. You know you could never reach his level, but you should at least try.

The stupid boy’s got you waking up early just so you can pick a decent outfit and make sure you look alive. You hate him.

You get to class before he does on Friday. Thankfully, your friends don’t say anything about it when you sit with them in the back.

Towards the end of class, your professor reminds you of your midterm project.

“I know it’s early, but you should start preparing.” He says. “I’ve randomly assigned you partners, you can find them under the class list online.”

“What if you got paired up with your future boyfriend, y/n?” One of your friends whispers.

“Shut up.”

But you open a new tab in your browser and check anyway.

“Oh no.” Your friends all turn to look at you. You highlight where your name and Sunghoon’s are on the screen and turn your laptop to face them. “I’m screwed.”

“No, you’re not!”

“It’s a good opportunity to get closer to him.” You roll your eyes. “Literally or figuratively.”

“Stop it!” Although you have been thinking about getting closer to him physically these days. You would never admit it though. Those thoughts are for you, and you alone.

After class, you contemplate asking Sunghoon for his number, for academic purposes, of course, but you can’t find the courage to do it. You expect him to come over and ask for yours, but he doesn’t either. You’re slightly disappointed while you walk home from class.

Later that night, you get a Facebook message from him. You had completely forgotten you even have Facebook, considering you never use it anymore. You don’t know anyone your age who uses it. Then again, Sunghoon is older, so maybe that’s why.

Sunghoon [10:37pm]: hey y/n, I saw we’re partners for the midterm project

Sunghoon [10:37pm]: we should probably meet up and figure out what we’re gonna write about

y/n [10:40pm]: hey !!

As soon as you send the double exclamation mark, you want to kick yourself. You sound way too excited. It’s bad enough you’re responding less than 5 minutes after he messaged you.

y/n [10:41pm]: that’s probably a good idea, did you have something in mind already?

Sunghoon [10:41pm]: I haven’t looked at the instructions yet, I don’t even know what the paper is on

The fact that he responded so quickly makes you even more excited. Then again, he could’ve just had his phone in his hand anyway. It’s probably just convenient for him to respond to you now instead of waiting.

Sunghoon [10:43pm]: you live on campus, right?

Sunghoon [10:43pm]: we could meet in the student centre over the weekend and think it over

You’re about to respond and tell him yes, of course, when you get another message.

Sunghoon [10:44pm]: or we can wait, I know normal people go out on the weekend

That makes you pause for a second. What is he trying to say? You shake it off.

y/n [10:45pm]: are you not a normal person, park sunghoon? 👀

You don’t know what compels you to use his full name like that. Hopefully he doesn’t think it’s weird.

Sunghoon [10:45pm]: shut up y/n 😤

Sunghoon [10:45pm]: I just thought you might have like, a hot date or something, I didn’t want to ruin your plans

You want to scream. You wish you had the guts to send something back about going on a hot date with him, but you can’t bring yourself to do it.

y/n [10:47pm]: don’t worry

y/n [10:47pm]: you can have me all to yourself

Why are you so stupid? Sunghoon reads your message before you even have time to figure out if there’s a way to unsend it.

Sunghoon [10:47pm]: good

Sunghoon [10:48pm]: does tomorrow work for you?

y/n [10:48pm]: sure

You’re afraid to say too many words, in case you wind up saying something stupid again.

Sunghoon [10:49pm]: 2?

y/n [10:49pm]: yeah, that works!

Sunghoon [10:50pm]: okay cool

Sunghoon [10:50pm]: I’ll probably stop at starbucks before

Sunghoon [10:50pm]: what’s your order?

Okay, now you’re really going to scream. The fact that he’s willing to bring you a drink is so sweet. He could just be being nice, but you choose to believe this is something more.

You take a second to think about it. You can’t even remember your usual Starbucks order. Your mind’s gone completely blank. You open the app on your phone to look at their menu. Then you realize how stupid you seem. Sunghoon’s not good for your health.

y/n [10:53pm]: an iced chai latte would be great 🥺

y/n [10:53pm]: bless your soul

Sunghoon [10:54pm]: okay cool I’ll see you then

You don’t want to leave him on read, but you have no idea what else to say. You like his message instead. A heart seems a little excessive, but whatever.

The next day you get to the student centre earlier than you intended. Your anxiety convinced you it would be best to get there before Sunghoon. You find a spot in the corner and pull out your laptop, looking at the assignment requirements.

About five minutes later, you get a message from Sunghoon. You tell him you’re over by the vending machines.

It takes all your energy not to stare at the door and wait for him to come in. You force yourself to look at literally anything else. The last thing you want to do is make a fool of yourself. Again.

“y/n!” Sunghoon sits on the couch across from you, putting your drink down on the table in front of you. “Here you go.”

“Thank you,” you respond, picking it up. He got you a venti. After you take a sip, you pull out your phone. “Here, I’ll pay you back right now.”

“No, it’s okay.” He shakes his head, smiling. “It’s my treat.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah, it’s fine.” He gets his laptop out of his bag. “You can get it next time.”

The fact that he thinks there’s going to be a next time makes you blush. You focus on the screen in front of you, you can’t bring yourself to look at him. He probably means another study session, but you can’t ignore the butterflies in your stomach.

“Shall we pick a topic?”

The two of you spend the next hour working. You both wanted to research a similar topic. Sunghoon says he’s okay going with your idea. He thinks it’s better than his. You can’t hide your smile.

You both go through your university’s online library, looking for resources. Once you’ve found the required amount of peer-reviewed articles, you decide to take a break.

Sunghoon watches as you chug about half of your drink.

“Thirsty, are we?” You almost choke. You know he didn’t mean it like that, but part of you wonders if he’s winding you up.

“Shut up.” He just smiles, taking a sip of his own drink.

You finish it, and suggest you get back to work right away. You aren’t sure how to make conversation with him like a normal person, so it’s probably best to just focus on your school work.

The two of you come up with an outline for your paper and decide to stop there for now. Sunghoon suggests you get together in a few days, to add some information and start writing the actual paper. You tell him sure, promising to buy him Starbucks then. He agrees.

As you leave the building together, part of you hopes he’ll offer to walk you home. He doesn’t.

“I’ll see you later, y/n.” You nod.

“Sure.”

“I’ll text you.”

That makes you smile.

“Sure,” you say again, sounding much happier this time.

You hope Sunghoon doesn’t notice, but he’s laughing as he walks away.

You completely forget about it when you get home, as your roommates bombard you the second you walk through the door.

“What’s going on?” You ask, taking off your shoes. “Did someone die?”

One of them shakes her head. “Jungwon invited us to his Halloween party.”

“Halloween party?” You frown. “We never go to parties.”

“Well no,” your other roommate responds. “But it’s Jungwon.”

That’s a solid point. All of you have known Jungwon for quite a while now.

A lot of the guys on your campus are big into drinking, throwing parties every weekend. You and your roommates aren’t into that sort of thing. Some of them don’t even drink. But Jungwon’s pretty tame, you know he wouldn’t throw a crazy party like that. This one will definitely be much calmer. You trust him.

“Do we have to dress up?” You ask, more concerned about that than anything else.

“Of course we do!”

“Let’s do matching costumes.”

“Please, no.”

“Come on, y/n! It’ll be fun.”

===

The second you step into the party, you regret going. You should’ve convinced your friends to stay home and watch scary movies instead. You feel so stupid with the cat ears on your head and the whiskers you drew on with eyeliner. You don’t even have a tail.

Now, you’re awkwardly sitting on the couch in Jungwon’s living room. There’s some Pitbull song about a hotel room playing from another room. They could have at least chosen better music.

Your friends are having fun, at least. One of them got you a drink. You aren’t sure what it is. Coke and something. Maybe vodka? It tastes good, that’s all that matters to you.

When your friends decide to play beer pong, you can’t help but laugh. One of them is quite tipsy, so her aim is way off. After missing a few shots, her partner gives up on her.

“We’re switching players,” your friend tells the other team. “y/n, come here.” You didn’t sign up for this, but at least it’ll give you something to do. You get up and walk over.

“Wait, wait,” one of the guys says. Jay, you think. You know he’s one of Jungwon’s friends. “If you’re allowed to change players halfway through the game, so are we.”

“Go on then,” you respond, grabbing a ping pong ball. Your team is losing. You’ve got 2 cups left on your side of the table. Jay’s side has 5. You know you’re probably screwed, but it’s worth a shot. Maybe it’s the alcohol that’s making you competitive.

“Get out of here, Jake.” Poor Jake looks slightly wasted too. You don’t blame Jay for wanting him out. “Sunghoon, you’re up.”

You freeze. Of course Park Sunghoon’s who you’re playing against. The universe seems obsessed with throwing the two of you together.

He’s dressed as a vampire, which suits him quite well. He pulls out his fake teeth and grabs a ping pong ball.

“Oh, hey kitty,” he says when he notices you. It takes you a second to realize he’s referring to your costume. “You look cute.” His smile almost makes you pass out. There’s no way you’re winning this. Your team would’ve been better off with your drunk friend instead.

“Shut up.” It’s the only thing you can think to say. Sunghoon raises an eyebrow at you before tossing the ball. It lands right into the cup in front of you.

“No, y/n,” he replies. “You shut up.”

You give him a dirty look, grabbing your drink. Thankfully, someone suggested you leave the cups empty and have your own drinks whenever you need to. Apparently one of Jungwon’s roommates said traditional beer pong is unsanitary. You agree.

While you take a few sips, your friend makes a quiet comment about how Sunghoon’s clearly flirting with you. You almost choke. This entire situation is ridiculous, you should just run away.

“Okay, let’s go.” You say once you’re finished. Thankfully, you manage to get a ball into one of their cups as well. Jay grabs his beer, quickly drinking some before taking his shot.

When he misses, you can’t help but cheer. You’re a little bit louder than you intended though. You spot Sunghoon smiling at you from across the room.

Your friend manages to get the next ball in as well. Sunghoon throws back his head while he chugs his drink and you can’t help but to notice what a pretty neck he has. All you want is to pull him into an empty room and mark him as yours.

Jay’s voice snaps you back to reality. Maybe you should have dressed up as the vampire instead.

Thankfully, you don’t totally suck at beer pong. You manage to get 2 balls in yourself, and your friend gets 2 as well.

The boys have only managed to get the one in. You’re down to one cup each. It’s your turn, so you let your friend take the shot.

Once the ball lands in the final cup, you cheer. All your friends crowd around the two of you, giving you a big group hug. You almost want to dance to the stupid Pitbull hotel room song. Maybe coming to this party wasn’t a total flop after all.

As you all let go of each other, you see Sunghoon across the table, finishing whatever’s left of his drink. When he puts the cup down, he makes eye contact with you. You’re surprised you manage to hold his gaze. It’s probably the alcohol.

You’re even more shocked when he appears right in front of you. It’s quite loud. He leans down so you can hear him.

“Let’s get out of here.” You can feel his breath on your ear.

“Okay.” His face breaks out into a smile, and he grabs your hand. You barely have time to process it before he’s leading you out of the room.

“Where are we going?” You ask, once both of you are in the hallway.

“My room.”

“I’m sorry, what?” Your eyes go wide.

“No, it’s okay,” he says quickly. “I live here. Didn’t you know?”

You follow him as he leads you up the stairs. “Nope.”

“I’ve lived with Jungwon since last year.” Sunghoon pushes his bedroom door open, letting you walk in first. It’s cleaner than you thought it would be. “I didn’t know you were friends.”

“We did a project together in psych once,” you tell him. You have no idea where you’re supposed to go. The only place to really sit is his bed but that doesn’t feel right.

“Come here.” Sunghoon takes your hand again, pulling you over to the window. You didn’t realize it opened out onto the roof. It’s flat so you’re not concerned about drunkenly falling off.

“Wait, this is so cool.” He opens the window, climbing through first. Then he helps you, holding onto your waist until you get your footing. “Thanks.”

He pulls off his vampire cape, laying it down so the two of you can sit on it. You make sure you’re facing him.

“The view isn’t that nice though.” The two of you glance towards the street. It’s the main road on your campus. There’s not much to look at, besides a lot of buildings.

“Don’t look at that,” you respond. “Look at me.” You’re surprised you have the guts to say it. If you're going to flirt with him, it may as well be now, while you’ve got liquid courage in your veins.

“Gladly.” When you make eye contact again, you feel less nervous. “You’re much prettier anyway.”

You can’t get a read on him. He must be somewhat interested in you if he’s ditched a party and brought you up to his room. It would only make sense.

“Don’t be silly."

“I’m not,” he replies.

You aren’t really sure what to say to him, so you two sit in silence for a little while. It doesn’t feel uncomfortable.

“I was going to ask you to come here,” Sunghoon says suddenly.

“To your room?” He shakes his head.

“To the party, I mean.”

“Oh, duh.” It must be the alcohol making your brain fuzzy. Or maybe it’s being in his presence. Or both.

“When I found out Jungwon told you about the party instead, I was kind of sad.”

“Oh?” You aren’t sure where he’s going with this.

“Yeah,” Sunghoon looks down. “I thought I missed my chance.”

“To do what?”

“Remember when you said I was stupid?” His voice is quiet. You can’t help but reach out and lift his head so he’s looking at you. Once you make eye contact, you drop your hand so it’s on his arm instead.

“Technically, you said it.” You remind him. “I just agreed.”

“Right,” he says, smiling. “Well, you had a point.”

“I know.” That makes him laugh.

“I should’ve asked for your number then.”

“What are you trying to say, Park Sunghoon?”

“I like you, y/n.” You take his hand in yours.

“I like you too, Sunghoon.” He shakes his head.

“No, like, I like you.” You smile.

“I know,” you tell him. “I’ve had a crush on you since the beginning of the semester.”

“You have?” He seems shocked.

“Of course,” you hit him with your other hand, but he grabs that one too. “Have you seen yourself?”

He looks down, smiling at himself. “You think I’m handsome?” He asks quietly.

“Why are you acting all shy?” Sunghoon looks up again. You’re pretty sure he’s blushing. “Obviously, I do.”

“Wait, wait,” he says, “I got distracted.”

“Distracted from what?”

“I meant to ask you a question.”

“Go on then.” You squeeze both his hands.

“Can I have your number?”

You can’t stop yourself from laughing. You didn’t know what he was going to say, but you didn’t expect that.

“Give me your phone.”

Once you’ve typed your info in, you hand it back. Right away, your own phone buzzes in your pocket. You pull it out, checking the message Sunghoon sent you.

Unknown [12:03am]: can I take you on a date tomorrow?

y/n [12:04am]: tomorrow as in today or tomorrow tomorrow

Sunghoon laughs from beside you. You can’t help but smile as well. While he responds, you save him as a contact.

Sunghoon [12:05am]: whenever you want

y/n [12:05am]: I’d love to :)

You wait for Sunghoon to text you back, but he doesn’t. When you glance over at him, he’s already looking at you.

“Good,” he whispers, before leaning into you.

You don’t hesitate, immediately doing the same. You can’t help but grin into the kiss. You’re pretty sure Sunghoon is as well.

When he pulls away, you’re laughing.

“Are you laughing because I’m a bad kisser or because you’re drunk?”

“I’m not sure,” you admit. “Kiss me again and I’ll let you know.”

Sunghoon smiles, pulling you into him again.

“Sure,” he places a kiss on your neck. “I’d be more than happy to.”

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