#ty to my parents yall real for this

[blackhat-organization]

I'd like to say ty to my parents for literally being dead and leaving me money because now i can fund my buying addiction

[bitchlessdino]

boo-ty call 👻 (m)

Pairing: perverted ghost!jeonghan x cute neighbor!seungkwan x afab!reader Genre: supernatural comedy, smut Word count: 11.1k tags: a lot of puns, human body possession (con and dubcon), threesome by definition if you count a ghost, mention of food, cunnilingus, some degrading (slut), light spanking, unprotected sex Summary: As far as unwanted roommates go, your ghostly companion was one you never anticipated. But when this specter began to assert himself and meddle in your dating life—or lack thereof—you started to reconsider your stance; maybe having a roommate wasn’t so bad after all. Especially if he's helping you get laid. author note: it's sluttober! when did i last write anything and have it posted. that's crazy sorry about that yall, but i'm really trying my best to be more active, but ngl its hard. life really gets in the way and we have to remind ourselves to take a back sometimes, even from our hobbies. Thank you to @multi-kpop-fanfics and @seokgyuu for beta reading and helping me perfect this masterpiece and thank you to you guys for your patience. Enjoy! Tag: @shiningstar-byulxx @misssugarlips @tommolex @hoeforhao @dkakapizzaboy @junhui-recs @svtup @buffhoshi @meowmeowminnie @caratochan @lovebot4han @camisun93 @emmmui @toruro @jeonride @novalpha @nvmrljk @feat-sun @tinkerbell460 @aaniag @tacosandbitch @kyeomiis @wonwooz1-blog @horanghaezone

You should’ve known better than to find an apartment listing in the same place where people get lied to about the types of dogs they’re buying. To this day, your aunt is convinced her Chorkie is supposed to be pure Maltese.

Meanwhile, you’re about 99.999% sure your apartment is haunted, and whatever ghost this was, they really liked stealing your underwear. It should’ve scared you. It should’ve driven you away and rushed you out to find a newer, less haunted place to live. But it was cheap, fully furnished, and came with a walkable laundromat and a family-owned market with homegrown tomatoes. Nothing could beat that.

You could tolerate it. It was better than mooching off your parents, who ask every five minutes when you’ll get a 'real' job. Living away from your parents was necessary for your sanity and a dead pervert is much preferable to a live one.

“Can you fucking stop leaving the bathroom light on? I get that haunting is your job and all, but you’re not the one paying the electricity bill.”

If anyone could see you talking to thin air right now, they would’ve had you committed.

“And while we’re at it, could you stop stealing the lacy underwear? They’re gifts, and I don’t wear them, but I might someday, so leave me the option!”

The hallway light flickered before it finally stopped and swift air breezed past you in response, but no returning underwear. You let out a frustrated sigh and shove the rest of your dirty clothes into the hamper before proceeding with laundry day. 

You’ve never seen any part of them, yet you’re always aware of their presence. It was creepy at first, but that quickly turned into annoyance when you realized how limited their grasp on the living world truly was—just a bit of theft and light tinkering. It was manageable, but you still felt uneasy knowing you couldn’t change without feeling watched.

“I’ll be back. Don’t piss me off more when I do. It is not my week.”

Not a day had passed since you two became acquainted that he didn’t find some way to bother you, but there were definite perks to living in hell’s best apartment lease. As your feet scraped across the tiled floor, the afternoon sun briefly flushed your skin, and a familiar flutter stirred in your chest as the thought of something popped into your head. Instead of the usual contempt, longing filled your chest as you made your way to the machine.

“What do we have today, m’dear?”

Your ears perked up at the sound of his voice, and you pretended to nonchalantly turn around, as if you hadn’t just spent several minutes hoping for his appearance. “Oh, you know, the usual—interview clothes, some sweatpants, and a few coffee-stained rags.”

Seungkwan’s lips curled into a soft chuckle, his laugh warm as he tossed his own laundry into the machine beside yours. “Sounds spicy. Mrs. Whirlpool is in for a gourmet meal today.”

He said the weirdest, most ridiculous things, but the real mystery was how you still ended up wanting to kiss him anyway. There was something about his easy smile, the effortless way he tossed his dress shirt into the machine like it was some kind of party trick.

He had a knack for brightening the atmosphere as if he possessed a magnetic otherworldly charm. Whenever you arrived, you couldn't help but wish he would be there, transforming the ordinary task of laundry into an intimate little affair—just the two of you amidst a heap of dirty clothes.

You observed him from the side, noting that his stack of clothes was noticeably smaller than usual. This made you question why he would wash such a small load. “Today isn't your regular laundry day. It’s usually Fridays and Mondays, isn't it? Today’s Thursday.”

The second the words left your mouth, you cringed internally. Great. Way to sound like a total stalker. Creep much?

Seungkwan cocked a smile. “I’m flattered you’ve memorized my laundry schedule.”

You laughed awkwardly, scrambling for cover. “I pass by here and just happen to have a really great memory.”

He chuckled, shaking his head. “Well, this might sound kind of gross and embarrassing, but I found these abandoned at the back of my closet. They’ve been there forever, and I had some extra change, so I figured, why not? You know, especially since I’ll be gone at the end of October.”

“You’ll be gone for Halloween?” Well, don’t sound too disappointed.

“Yeah,” Seungkwan said with a soft chuckle, glancing your way. “Family traditions. Can’t miss them. You know, the usual—handing out candy, our neighborhood haunted house contest, all that.”

“That sounds like so much fun. Way better than my Halloween growing up.” 

“Aw, thanks, but trust me, it’s way more chaotic than it sounds. Kids screaming, neighbors going overboard with decorations—it’s a lot." He shrugged as he folded his laundry, a hint of nostalgia creeping into his tone. “What about you? Got any plans?”

“Um… I’m not sure yet. Still figuring it out, I guess,” you answered earnestly, suddenly feeling like a loser with no plans–which you were by definition.

Seungkwan hesitated, his hands stilling mid-fold, the fabric dangling loosely between his fingers. You could see something flickering in his eyes—a jumble of thoughts swirling in his mind like a muddled cloud, visible in the furrow of his brow. “Oh. Well, um…” His voice trailed off, and he shifted his weight from one foot to the other, as if he were battling whether or not to say what was really on his mind.

"What?" Your curiosity spiked, your heart quickening as you waited for him to continue. For a moment, the only sound was the rhythmic ticking of the clock on the wall, stretching the already lingering silence.

He quickly shook his head, offering a faint, almost apologetic smile before turning back to his laundry, his hands moving again, but less sure than before. “Nothing. Just—never mind.”

“Oh, okay.” The disappointment weighed on you, heavier than you wanted to admit. You glanced at the washing machines, trying to focus on the steady hum of the cycles, but your eyes kept drifting back to the numbers, slowly counting the seconds until the minutes ticked over, all while the silence between you grew louder.

You finished your load long before Seungkwan could wrap up his, the awkward tension of unfinished business hanging in the air like a thick fog. You glanced at him, hesitating for a moment before mustering a tight smile, trying to shake off the discomfort. “Well, that’s it for me. See you around, Seungkwan.”

He looked up from his laundry, the corners of his lips tugging down slightly. "See you, neighbor," he said, his tone laced with a hint of regret. The moment lingered in the air between you, thick with unspoken words, making it even harder to walk away.

With one last glance at his face, you stepped back, the soft chime of the door ringing behind you as you passed their glass doors.

As you walked  back toward your apartment, you couldn’t help but drop in confidence, thinking to yourself that maybe you didn’t deserve good things like cute laundromat boy. The hallway felt more confining than usual, the walls seeming to close in, echoing the insecure thoughts making rounds in your head.

You leaned against the cheaply painted walls of your cramped apartment, sliding down to sit on the floor with your head in your hands. It was just a childish crush—fleeting and meaningless—yet the thought of him going away scared you more than any real-life danger you'd ever faced. He was the only upside to moving to this part of town, the one thing that made the mundane feel even remotely worthwhile.

As you sat on the vinyl floor, you could still picture the sparkle in his eyes when he first opened those double doors, the warmth of his voice as he introduced himself. What had once been just laundry had turned into something to look forward to, a small break from the routine and a chance to brighten up your day in this sparse town. 

Maybe, if you were lucky, it could turn into a little small-town romance. But now, you couldn’t help but wonder if he even saw you beyond the casual pleasantries. Did he just see you as another neighbor, or maybe just a friendly face? 

The familiar flickering light in the kitchen pulled you back to the reality and up from the ground of your haunted apartment. With a frustrated sigh, you turned your attention to your unwanted roommate. “Yeah, yeah, I’m home,” you muttered, trying to shake off the feeling of melancholy.

As you walked toward the living room, the flickering lightbulbs in the lamps followed your path, their erratic dance a reminder of the presence that lingered in your space. Maybe getting rid of them wouldn’t be such a bad idea after all. It could be a way to finally cut ties with the ghost that seemed determined to remind you of your solitude. You chuckled softly at the thought. Perhaps an exorcism could clear out both the ghost and all the pointless overthinking.

But that was a problem for another day. Rotting in bed sounded far more appealing right now. You shuffled into your room, the soft glow from the streetlamp spilling in through the window, casting faint shadows on the walls as the evening deepened. The coolness of the night crept in slowly, the faint hum of the city blending into the background.

As you sank into the familiar embrace of your blankets, the exhaustion in your limbs finally settled, but your mind lingered for a moment longer. You glanced outside, the dim light catching in the leaves of the trees below, and for a fleeting second were at peace. No ghosts, no old washers or dryers, no obsessive crush. Just sleep.

You sighed, pulling the covers tighter around you, letting the hum of old furnishing–and probably the old pervert ghost–as you drifted off into sleep.

Your rest was cut short by a full bladder, ready to burst. With heavy eyelids, you stumbled toward the bathroom, barely aware of your surroundings. As you relieved yourself, everything felt normal—the creaking of the bathroom door, the sporadic running of the faucet, and the occasional flickering of the lights above, indicating his restless presence.

You groaned, rubbing your eyes with your fists. “This wasn’t an invitation, Casper,” you muttered, irritation creeping into your voice.

As if to taunt you, the faucet suddenly turned on full blast, running wildly before shutting off completely, leaving you with nothing but the simmering annoyance bubbling inside of you. With a frustrated huff, you quickly flushed the toilet and turned to the mirror. The lone reflection staring back at you looked as tired as you felt.

With dark circles under your eyes and a complexion that could only be described as dull, it was starting to feel like you were one bad hair day away from getting "gave up" tattooed across your forehead. And suddenly you were wondering whether you looked more dead than the ghost.

Instead of wallowing more self-pity, you washed your hands under the running faucet. If the ghost wanted to bother you, it certainly wasn’t going to be about your hygiene. You kept that on lock.

You glanced back at the mirror and no longer were you alone. Instead, where your reflection should have been was the unsettling visage of your ghost, staring back at you with a smirk that sent a shiver down your spine. His pale features were striking, almost ethereal, with an undeniable charm that twisted your gut. Those mischievous eyes sparkled with a playful malevolence.

Your ghost was attractive–strikingly so–and for some reason that made you dislike him even more.

You shot your shared reflection an unamused smile. “Was that supposed to scare me?”

His reflection chuckled, leaning over his sink to give you an unfiltered view of every extraordinary detail etched into his face like a sculpture. “What? I thought I could finally introduce myself.”

“After months of me already living here? I feel the moment has passed,” you shot back, crossing your arms in defiance.

“Well, I had to pass my own judgment, didn't I? Do you know how many coke-huffing, cheese puff-grubbing, athlete-foot-walking slobs I’ve encountered in my place of residence?” He leaned closer, his expression mockingly serious, the flickering light casting playful shadows across his sharp cheekbones.

“May I remind you that those people were renters? If they paid to be there, who were you to deny them that?” You raised an eyebrow.

“Like I didn’t pay when I was alive? Plus, Muriel definitely wasn’t paying, nor was Monty. They were beyond sketchy.” He rolled his eyes dramatically, clearly relishing the chance to air his grievances from beyond the grave. “Now that I think about it, there was definitely some laundry going on around here—and I’m not just talking about your underwear strewn all over the place.”

“Thanks for the reminder. Would you please leave the undergarments alone?” you replied, trying to keep the irritation from creeping into your voice as if you didn’t sound crazy enough talking into a mirror.

He shrugged nonchalantly, the flickering light casting shadows across his smirking face. “I will once you learn to toss them in the hamper like a normal humie. Upside to being dead: no laundry.”

“I don’t have to take this from someone who can’t even wear underwear anymore.”

“So you assumed I died without any on? How morbidly perverted of you.” His playful smile widened.

You scoffed, incredulous at the absurdity of the conversation you were having—with a ghost of all people.

“You know I’m right…I could sense your heart racing the moment you laid eyes on me,” he teased, a playful grin dancing across his lips as his jaw hung slightly slack in intrigue. His gaze swept over you, lingering on the way your breath caught in your throat, as if he were drinking in every detail, alive in the way his eyes glowed with mischief despite their soulless depths.

His ghostly figure was lean and toned, the contours of his form faintly visible like a lingering shadow, brimming with an energy that felt both alluring and infuriating. The flickering light cast an ethereal glow around him, highlighting the sharp angles of his jaws and the way his seemingly wet hair fell carelessly over his forehead. He leaned closer, the air thickening with a mix of annoyance and something dangerously enticing as if he relished the effect he had on you.

“Are you…flirting with me?” You couldn’t believe you had to ask, but the glint in his eye was undeniable.

“It’s not illegal. Not in the afterlife, anyway. Anything goes here.” He leaned back against the sink, bloodless veins pulsing against his forearms, enjoying the encounter more than he should.

“I…need sleep.” 

You peeled yourself away from the mirror, shaking your head in disbelief, and headed to bed without looking back. You slipped through the sheets, found comfort in their familiarity, and sighed, thinking you escaped.

“You know—”

“Jesus!” you burst out, your heart racing as you instinctively clutched your chest. Opening your eyes, you found the ghost looming above you, his expression a mix of amusement and annoyance. “What now?”

“Walking to a different room isn’t exactly a proper goodnight,” he said, crossing his arms over his spectral chest as if he were the arbiter of etiquette in the afterlife. His expression was mock-serious, and the playful glint in his eyes suggested he found the whole situation amusing.

“As if ghosts even sleep?” you shot back, rolling your eyes.

“No, but it’s polite,” he replied, feigning indignation, the corners of his mouth twitching upward in a barely contained grin.

“Is this going to keep happening? You annoy me until I scrape together enough money to move out, or, if I’m not fortunate, end up penniless and homeless,” you lamented, your voice dripping with sarcasm as you threw your hands up in frustration.

“You tell me.”

With a sigh, you shut your eyes again and threw the blanket over your head, seeking refuge. “At least save it for the morning.”

And the ghost did just that—he saved all of it for the morning, better yet the afternoon. Since that’s when you woke up anyways.

“Do people always eat breakfast past two p.m., or is that a recent trend from the last two decades?” his voice called, cutting through the haze of your half-sleep as you started to eat 

“How old are you even?” you mumbled, cereal gnashing between your teeth.

“Old enough to know that you need more than cereal to sustain a healthy human body.”

“Riveting,” you muttered sarcastically, sipping the milk from the bowl. “Next, you’ll tell me that ‘ghosting’ is a real thing in your realm, too.”

“Actually, it is,” he retorts, his presence somehow stronger than it was in front of a mirror, “Happen to be doing it right now. Having some fun.”

“Is that your idea of fun? Stalking me from beyond the grave?”

“Call it what you want, but I’m just trying to keep you company,” he replied, his voice low and smooth, like honey dripping from a spoon. “Besides, who else is going to breathe some life into your dull existence other than someone who’s already checked out of theirs?”

You rolled your eyes, crossing your arms with a playful huff. “Great. Just what I need—my own ghostly life coach. What’s next? A seminar on the benefits of double-scrubbing the bathtub?

It was meaningless stuff, really. The kind of chatter that filled the air like background noise, a gentle distraction from the world outside your walls. Yet, for someone who was supposed to be dead, he had an uncanny knack for conversation, it only made you assume the type of person he was alive. He could turn the mundane into clear images, painting vivid pictures with his stories about the afterlife—or, more accurately, his gripes about it. Not that you asked for it, but, it was like being told a grand story. Stories you could not for the life of you stop listening to for some reason.

“Okay, ghostie—”

“Jeonghan,” he corrected. “Say it with me slowly. Jeong. Han.”

“Mmh, ghostie! I’ll be back after the laundry is done.”

“No way you’re saving money with how often you—”

“Bye bye, poltergeist!” You cut him off with a wave, stepping out with a load full of laundry.

You had noticed how quickly the days were slipping by, how time seemed to blur when you shared your space with someone—or rather, something—that could actually respond to you in real-time. It was a strange kind of companionship, one that made you forget just how much solitude had weighed on you before.

The passing days also reminded you just how much you needed a breather, to clear your head from this bizarre living arrangement. And somehow, your laundry had piled up, more than it ever should have for someone unemployed who barely left the house. It was odd. Almost like time itself was moving faster, dragging the mess along with it.

“Hey, right on schedule—Thursdays and every other Monday and today’s Monday..”

You almost forgot about Seungkwan amidst all the supernatural nonsense swirling around you, but seeing him brought back memories of your last encounter, and you quickly put on a smile. “Hey there! Look at you, recognizing my laundry schedule too.”

“Thought I’d return the favor since you were kind enough to remember mine. Hope that’s okay,” he replied, his tone light.

You piled your laundry into the machine, carefully measuring out some freshly opened detergent. “It is.”

“Okay… I just want to apologize for being weird the last time we talked,” he said, shifting slightly as he leaned against the machine, his expression turning a bit more serious. 

“There’s nothing to apologize for,” you assured him.

“I just… I don’t know.” He glanced down at the floor, his brows furrowing slightly. “My mind went blank, if I’m being honest.”

You smiled reassuringly. “I get that. Don’t worry your pretty little head over it.”

He looked up, a playful grin spreading across his face. “So you think I’m pretty?”

Fuck. “It’s… just an expression.”

He leaned against his machine, his gaze fixed on you. “Didn’t deny it, though.”

You chuckled, feigning exasperation and mirroring his posture against your own machine. “You’re a lot more cocky than I realized, Mr. Seungkwan.”

“Do you like that?”

The question caught you off guard, and for a moment, you were left speechless. Your mouth dropped open in surprise as your thoughts bounced from one corner of your mind to the other until finally, they found themselves running down between your legs in a new form of discomfort. “Umm…” 

You turned away for a moment, breathing to steady yourself, gently patting away your very alive heart.

“I made it weird again, didn’t I?” he said, his voice laced with a hint of regret.

You spun back around, shaking your head. “No. No! It just took me by surprise.”

“Sorry about that.” Not sounding all that sorry.

“That’s…more than I’m used to,” you admitted, a slight heat creeping onto your cheeks.

“Thank you?” he replied, a grin tugging at his lips.

You let out a soft laugh, the sound brightening the air between you and making the moment feel lighter and more vibrant. Just then, the machine beeped, a sharp sound signaling that your clothes were done, pulling you away from the heated exchange.

A comfortable silence enveloped you both, but this time it felt different—like the crackling of kindling in the perfect moment when fireflies come out, illuminating the night as brightly as the stars in the sky. You exchanged a quiet glance, catching a glint reminiscent of those stars in his gaze, and for a second, it felt like the universe was telling you, ‘Hey, maybe there's something here.’

When you finally turned to leave, your smile was the biggest you’d ever had. And when he matched yours, it was like you had just won a bizarre lottery. You probably looked a bit unhinged, standing there grinning at nothing while swaying in the damp weather, but you didn’t care. The butterflies in your stomach danced happily, and you found yourself wishing you could hold on to this moment just a little longer, savoring the warmth it brought.

“You look happy.”

Not even the Ghostbusters’ final boss could ruin that for you.

“Cram it, Beetlejuice Lite,” you shot back, because although you’re in a good mood, you relished finding new names to call Jeonghan besides his own.

You hummed to yourself as you folded and neatly put away your clothes, feeling his cool, lingering presence behind you. He watched, like always—probably thinking up who put sugar in your cereal this morning for you to be in such an uppity mood.

“Well, I’ll be. You’re actually putting your clothes away like a functional human being?” His voice oozed mock surprise, but today, it just rolled right off you.

“Yep! Just felt like it,” you replied cheerfully, sliding the last of the shirts into your drawer with a satisfied nod.

“Strange. I thought laundry was your natural habitat now, seeing how often you’re in there… but I guess that’s thanks to a certain ‘living,’” 

You snapped your drawer shut, the sound echoing through the room as you whipped around to glare at him, immediately pulling you away from the happiness you felt not that long ago. “You—”

“Seungkwan, wasn’t it? Cute kid. Didn’t quite peg him as your type, though.” He leaned against the wall, arms crossed, a self-satisfied smirk playing on his lips.

Your eyes narrowed, heart doing an involuntary somersault. Of course, he’d noticed. He seemed to notice everything, like some twisted version of a nosy neighbor, only this one didn’t have the decency to keep his opinions to himself. You wanted to fire back, but your brain was moving a step too slow, still caught up on the casual way he dropped Seungkwan's name. How long had he been watching you both at the laundromat?

“You’re stalking me outside of the apartment now?” you asked, raising an eyebrow.

“My spirit may be bound to this place,” he replied with an air of nonchalance, “but my soul can roam as it pleases.”

“Spirit? Soul? Aren’t they the same thing?”

He tilted his head, giving you a patronizing smile. “Not quite. My soul travels freely, observing everything within a reasonable distance—it’s not tethered to the apartment like my spirit is. My spirit stays here, out of my control.”

“So, you spied on me just because you could?”

"Call it research. Gathering intel." He shrugged. "Besides, it's not like you were doing anything interesting."

"Oh, I'm so glad I could provide you with such riveting entertainment.”

You shook your head, leaving the bedroom and closing the door behind you, only to have Jeonghan pass through it. "You know, for a ghost, you're surprisingly annoying."

"For a flesh-and-blood mortal, you're remarkably unfazed," he observes, his ethereal voice echoing slightly. "Most wouldn't last a day with my...unique brand of housekeeping."

You paused, a small smile tugging at your lips. "Yeah, well, I'm not most people."

“So,” he began, “about this Seungkwan guy…”

You stiffened, feeling your cheeks heat up. “What about him?”

“Just curious,” he replied casually, though there was a glint in his eyes. “He seems... nice.”

“He is,” you mumbled, suddenly finding your laundry far more interesting than the conversation again.

“And you like him?”

Your heart raced in your chest. “I don’t know,” you admitted, the words almost sticking in your throat. “Maybe.”

“Does he like you?”

You hesitated, fiddling with the edge of your sleeve. “…I don’t know yet.”

There was a beat of silence before he offered, “Want some help with that?”

“No. What? How would you even do that?” You narrowed your eyes, already regretting entertaining this conversation.

He started circling you, wearing a grin that screamed trouble, like a cat ready to pounce. “The only time my soul and spirit are truly joined,” he began in a low, conspiratorial tone, “is when I possess a body and take control of their flesh.”

You rolled your eyes. “Where is this going, Bloody Maury? Skip to the part that makes sense.”

He stopped directly in front of you, arms crossed. “Well, if you’re interested in ‘skipping to the good parts,’ I could possess your body. Help you say what’ll win over Seungkwan in no time.”

You stared at him, dumbfounded. “Why in the hell would I be dumb enough to let you do that?”

He snickered, leaning in with a smug look. “Because you’re desperate and haven’t slept with anyone the entire time we’ve lived together.”

“…You talk too much.”

“Think about it,” he continued, unbothered by your glare. “You’ve already got a foot in the door with him. You just need a little boost. I can help.”

You crossed your arms, narrowing your eyes. “This sounds like some high-level scheme to take over my body. Then I’ll end up stuck sharing it with a ghost, screaming into the depths of my soul for eternity. Thanks, but no thanks.”

He chuckled, shaking his head. “You’ve been watching too much supernatural TV. And besides, if I wanted to possess your body for good, I would’ve done it a long time ago. I do have some principles, you know. Consent and all.”

You shook your head, unimpressed. “Nope. I still can’t trust you, ghostie.”

Jeonghan, ever the persistent undead, didn’t know the meaning of giving up—and by now, you should’ve expected as much. And maybe, just maybe, his constant, incessant persuading was starting to wear you down. Sharing the same space day in and day out gave him the upper hand. He knew your quirks, your weak spots—the best and worst parts of you.

These past few days, you weren’t sure if you were going insane by agreeing with a ghost, or if he was actually starting to make some sense.

As you stared off at him, basking in the cool autumn air slipping through the balcony, you started to wonder if his intentions were not as venomous or malicious as you initially thought. There was a strange, quiet sadness in his eyes as if he longed for something he couldn’t put into words. Something that you couldn’t understand even if you tried.

“Am I really so pathetic that the ‘phantom reject’ is willing to help me with my love life?”

Jeonghan glanced at you with mild interest, noticing the way your curiosity had piqued. You sat comfortably on the couch, your elbow propped on the armrest, cheek nestled in your palm, as you observed him. He quietly approached, given that his feet were intangible and didn’t reach the ground, the silence was deafening and he lowered his head to level with you, staring back at you with so much intent it burned to feel his gaze.

He titled his head, brimming with pride. “Well, let’s just say I’ve never been rejected in my life. So.”

“You really think this’ll work for me?”you asked, skepticism lacing your tone.

“Of course,” he replied, with a grin. “You’ve got me.”

You were really considering it—letting a ghost help with your love life. Was this truly insane? Maybe. But it felt like it was worth a shot.

God, this was pathetic. And for once, you had something to be genuinely afraid of. And funny enough, it wasn’t possession. Until, well… maybe it was.

Life had never quite prepared you for this. Standing in your bedroom, surrounded by the overflowing pile of dirty clothes in the corner, you realized you’d put this off long enough—both the laundry and the body possession. You let out a shaky breath, glancing nervously from the mess to Jeonghan. 

His presence loomed, just as insistent as the neglected chores, and you had to steady yourself, mentally sorting through how you’d ended up in this bizarre situation. Laundry? Fine. Ghost possession? Not something you thought was possible. You took a deep breath, forcing yourself to assess the ridiculousness of it all.

“Okay, Grim Peeper, let’s do this.”

Jeonghan chuckled softly as you tried, and failed, to shake off the nerves. His movements were deliberate as he approached, eyes narrowing in focus. He watched how the tension gripped your shoulders, the way your breath quickened despite your best efforts to stay calm. His presence felt heavier, and as he took his position in front of you, the air around him seemed to still. 

You could feel the weight of what was about to happen, the looming absurdity of it all. Jeonghan, who usually exuded a kind of careless charm, now looked oddly concentrated, as if he were preparing for something he rarely had the chance to do. His expression, though still smug, carried a certain gravity. But in all honesty, he wasn’t really sure what to expect.

“I’m about to make contact,” Jeonghan said, his tone unusually serious. “It’s going to feel a bit disorienting at first—like a cold shiver running down your spine. But after a few seconds, your mind will adjust, and it’ll feel like nothing ever happened. My voice will echo in your head, almost like it’s your own thoughts. I’ll let you know when it’s me taking control.”

His hands hovered over your shoulders, a ghostly chill brushing against your skin. For a split second, there was something oddly reassuring in his dead, sullen eyes. "You'll be okay. I promise, nothing will go wrong."

You sighed, feeling the weight of the moment pressing down. "Alright, I trust you." Then you glanced at him, a small smirk forming. "But seriously, what do you get out of all this? Helping me, I mean. I won’t judge... Boo-dini."

He let out a short laugh, tilting his head slightly as if considering how to answer. “I…want to remember what it’s like to feel alive again. See what I missed out on.”

“That’s fair,” you nodded, understandably.

“Expected more from me, humie?”

You shrugged. “Thought you’d have a deeper back story, but that’s fine.”

Jeonghan scoffed softly, giving you a teasing smirk before he began. In an instant, he was there—and then he wasn’t. The shift was so sudden it left you reeling. Just as he’d predicted, a shiver rippled down your spine, cold and unsettling. But what he hadn’t mentioned were the flashes of unfamiliar images that flickered behind your eyes, moments you’d never lived but somehow felt were real.

They came and went so fast, you couldn’t make sense of them—fleeting fragments of his past, perhaps, or echoes of something even older.

‘How are you?’ he voice said, interrupting your thoughts.

You quietly nodded, reassuring him.

‘Very well then. Your lead, dear host.’

You wandered into the laundromat with your overstuffed hamper, feeling a bit like a laundry pirate hauling treasure—or dirty socks—across the high seas. You’d made the executive–and rightfully cowardly–decision to skip your usual laundry day, and now it was leading up to this very moment. Jeonghan stayed mostly dormant in your body as you claimed an empty machine, the back of your head itchy knowing another being was sharing your body that has led you this far. And now it was going to lead you to get laid.

It was like clockwork. Any minute now, Seungkwan would stroll in, and Jeonghan would take over, handling all the nerve-wracking nonsense you'd rather avoid.

‘Don’t be nervous,’ his voice echoed, ‘I almost thought it was my own heart racing, then I remembered I’m dead.’

“Sorry,” you muttered softly under your breath, ignoring the supernatural’s attempt at a joke.

‘It’s fine. Everything will be fine.’

“I know,” you sighed.

“You know what?”

You spun around, facing Seungkwan, who’d entered with that casual, friendly energy you always admired. He smiled, raising an eyebrow at your startled expression.

"Seungkwan!" you blurted out, trying to push the embarrassment down as far as it would go.

“Hey, neighbor,” he greeted, already moving toward his machine, gently separating colors from whites. “How are you?”

“Good—Great! Why do you ask?”

He gave you a light shrug, glancing up with a playful grin. “Just sounded like you were talking to yourself.”

“Well, who doesn’t?” you quipped, trying to play it cool. “Sometimes thinking out loud helps clear the head noise, right?”

“Right,” he said, stretching with an amused smile, clearly entertained by your odd, jittery energy.

‘Wow, thank god you have me.’

You quietly cursed Jeonghan in your head for making this harder than it needed to be, before mustering up the nerve to approach Seungkwan, fingers nervously fidgeting.

"Hey, so... you mentioned you were going to be out of town for Halloween, right?"

Seungkwan looked up, surprised and then grinned. "You remembered! Yeah, what’s up?"

You hesitated for a second, feeling Jeonghan’s smug presence lingering somewhere in the back of your mind. "I thought..."

Seungkwan leaned casually against the now-humming washer, hands tucked in his pockets, his curious gaze fixed on you. "Yeah?"

You tried to keep your cool, but the moment the words "we could do something" left your mouth, your brain started to short-circuit. Seungkwan turned to you with that easygoing grin of his, waiting for you to elaborate, and you could already feel the awkwardness creeping in.

Jeonghan’s voice chimed in, ‘You’re fumbling. Let me take over.’

Before you could protest, the familiar shiver ran down your spine. Suddenly, everything felt distant—your limbs moved, but you weren't fully in control anymore.

Jeonghan’s smooth voice came out of your mouth as if it were the most natural thing in the world. "I was thinking, maybe we could hang out before you head out of town? You know, catch a movie, grab a drink, something low-key, say my place?"

Seungkwan's smile widened, surprised but clearly intrigued. "You want to hang out with me?”

Jeonghan, still in control of your voice, replied effortlessly, "Of course." Before you could even process what was happening, your feet began to move on their own, gliding across the floor like a spy on a secret mission. Jeonghan closed the distance between you and Seungkwan, and suddenly, your hands were fidgeting with the hem of Seungkwan's shirt. “I figure it’s a good excuse to steal some of your time before Halloween hits."

Your heart raced, and you mentally screamed at Jeonghan, Okay, okay, that’s enough! I can take it from here!

But he was on a roll. "Tomorrow?" Seungkwan asked, leaning casually against the washing machine, though the way he shifted his weight from foot to foot betrayed his nervousness. His cheeks were flushed, and his eyes sparkled with a mix of curiosity and uncertainty.

"Tomorrow’s perfect," Jeonghan responded smoothly, maintaining the effortless flow of the conversation. "I’ll text you the details."

With each word, your body felt like it was moving on autopilot, and while you were horrified by the lack of control, a part of you couldn't help but feel a rush of exhilaration. Jeonghan was nailing it, but the closeness to Seungkwan was almost too much to handle.

Suddenly, Seungkwan playfully entwined his fingers with yours, his touch sending a jolt of warmth through your hand, as his grin graced his face. Your eyes fluttered shut for a brief moment, savoring the warmth of the connection. When you opened them, you found an unreadable expression on his face—intense and smoldering. “Sounds like a plan,” he said, his voice slightly softer now. “Looking forward to it.”

The way he held your gaze made your heart skip a beat, and for a moment, the world around you faded into a soft blur. Even though Jeonghan was in control, your thoughts tangled with the heat of the moment, coursing through you like a fever. 

As soon as Seungkwan turned away to his laundry with a lingering grin, Jeonghan released control, and the reins were back in your hands. You blinked, still a bit disoriented from the possession.

‘See? Easy,’ Jeonghan’s voice echoed smugly in your mind.

‘You’re impossible,’ you shot back.

‘But effective.’

That night, you tackled all the prep work you knew you needed to get done. It had been a while since you’d done anything like this, and you definitely had some dust bunnies and spiderwebs in your attic.

“Humie–oh.”

“Jeonghan! What the hell?” Your eyes flew open as you scrambled to pull the shower curtain over your bare legs, the chill of the water sending a shiver up your spine from the products strewn haphazardly at the edge of the sink. “Do you fucking mind?”

“Well, well. Look at you, all cleaned up. At least yourself, anyway. Can’t say the same for the bathroom floor—or that mountain of grooming products over there.”

You gripped your makeshift cover-up a little tighter, groaning in frustration. “Privacy, please! I barely have any as it is.”

“I’m just saying, I’m proud of you. Now, if you manage to sweep up after, I might even give you a round of applause.”

“Out!” you snapped, glaring.

He shrugged, turning to leave with an impish grin. “Hey, roommates catch each other with their pants down one way or another.”

If you weren’t already a bundle of nerves, Jeonghan was getting far too comfortable for your liking. Leading up to that night and the big day, he had been dishing out advice on everything from what to wear to what movie to play, right down to critiquing the meager food stock in your fridge.

“That’s it, you need to go grocery shopping.”

“I can't afford that right now!”

“Just get Instacart. I don’t care. This apartment is as bare-bones as it gets.”

“I have popcorn, soda, and some chocolate for Halloween when I'm giving them out.”

“First of all, popcorn isn’t actually food. Second, prebiotic soda doesn’t count as real soda. And if you can get chocolate, then you can definitely manage to buy some real groceries.”  

But just as you were about to respond, luck decided to abandon you with a sharp knock at the door. “No time!” you hissed, “now scr—oh, you’re already gone.”  

One moment he was there, and the next, he had vanished. Now, it was all on you, and nothing felt more nerve-wracking. You tugged your shorts down just enough to cover the rest of your bottom, anxiety buzzing in your chest. Your hand hovered over the doorknob as you took a deep breath, trying to muster some confidence before swinging it open to reveal who was waiting outside.

“Seungkwan, hey!”  

“Hey!” he grinned, his Halloween-themed vest adding a playful touch to his outfit as he juggled a couple of bags in his arms. “You didn’t ask, but I thought I’d surprise you with some food. Pumpkin-spiced spaghetti and meatballs.”  

“Oh, uhhh…”  

He burst into laughter, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “I’m just messing with you! It’s actually butternut squash gnocchi and some stuffed peppers that look like pumpkins.”  

“Oh, thank God! That sounds amazing.”  

“Yeah, it’s festive without going overboard.”  

You nodded in agreement, feeling a warm rush of relief. “Come in.”  

As you stepped aside to let him in, you couldn’t help but notice how wholesomely he was dressed compared to your casual attire. Suddenly, you felt a pang of self-consciousness.  

“I like your sweater,” you said, trying to mask your growing insecurity.  

He looked down, a hint of modesty crossing his face. “Yeah, I think it’s just the right amount of festive, but—”  

“It’s festive but not overboard,” you responded, playfully tossing his words right back at him.  

He grinned, “Exactly!”  

You smiled back, feeling a wave of warmth as Seungkwan's presence began to calm your nerves. As he settled into the familiar space of your apartment, you couldn’t help but discreetly scan the room for any signs of your ghoulish roommate. Half-relieved to find nothing, half-disappointed that your spectral “backup” was nowhere in sight, you let out a quiet sigh. And now it was just you—and the human you actually invited in.

Hesitantly, you eased into the spot next to him on the couch, feeling a knot tighten in your stomach. Your hands were jittery as you picked up the remote, scrolling through the movies you’d lined up, your mind racing to figure out what to do next. 

You glanced at him, hoping for some sort of sign or direction, but the words caught in your throat. The longer you scrolled, the more painfully aware you became of the silence, as if it only heightened the nervous tension taking over your body, weirdly missing Jeonghan and how flawlessly he executed what he did yesterday.

"So, movies," you said, aiming the remote at the TV.

"Movies," he echoed, mimicking your tone.

“I mean,” You raised a brow. "What do you have in mind? And there is a right answer."

He chuckled, scratching the back of his head. "Alright, I love Halloween, but..."

"But?" you pressed, leaning in slightly.

"I... really can’t handle scary movies. Halloween Town is probably my limit."

"Halloween Town? The kids’ movie?"

"Hey, don’t knock it. They had great graphics!"

"They had awful graphics!" you shot back, incredulous.

He grinned, half-joking but clearly standing by his point. "Yeah, now. But for its time?”

You shook your head in playful disbelief, unable to hold back a smile. “You’re ridiculous. But fine, your choice.”

You were left with very few options. Seungkwan had suggested a few festive, family-friendly titles, but you managed to persuade him to consider a couple of mild thrillers—some stupid but perfectly on theme.

“The zombie version of Twilight? Seriously? Zombies?" he repeated, stressing the idea with disbelief.

You shrugged, smiling from his reaction. “You might like it.”

He dropped his head in defeat, cute little whines escaping his pursed lips. “Fine, but you’d better be my shield for this, okay, neighbor?” 

The movie began to play, the take-out boxes popped open, and your nerves were on high alert, vibrating like something else does on a normal Friday night for you. Except now, it was just you and the incredible realization that the man you're very much interested in was mere inches away. You were a fucking wreck.

Surprisingly, Seungkwan was genuinely enjoying the film, finding unexpected humor and charm in the cringeworthy blockbuster. His laughter was soothing and infectious, gradually easing your nerves until you started to feel normal again. Why were you like this?

Wait, you felt normal again, but what was normal?

Before you fully grasped what had happened in that fleeting moment of clarity, your hand made contact with Seungkwan, trailing lightly up his forearm. He immediately turned to face you, and your eyes locked, but suddenly they felt as if they belonged to someone else as if you were watching a different kind of film—a film where you were a separate character, experiencing everything from an alternate reality.

“Seungkwan,” your voice spoke, sounding foreign and distant as if someone else were taking control. Jeonghan? 

‘It was so painful to watch.’

Jeonghan guided your hand to brush against Seungkwan's ear, teasingly grazing the tip and relishing the warmth that bloomed between your fingers.

“Hey,” he replied, his nerves speaking for him. “Is something wrong?”

A low chuckle escaped from the depths of your throat, echoing Jeonghan’s playful menace. “You didn’t think we were just going to watch a movie, did you?”

Seungkwan audibly gulped, his eyes darting around as anxiety crept in. “We aren’t?”

“What’s the matter?” Jeonghan leaned in closer, your lips brushing against Seungkwan’s ear. “Where’s that confidence you had yesterday?”

Seungkwan suddenly tossed a pillow onto his lap, speechless and blushing fiercely. “Sorry,” he stammered, caught off guard. “I never anticipated—”

“Oh, really? You never expected to do something other than watching movies?” Your hand gently cupped his cheek, and you could feel Seungkwan melt into your touch with a gentle whimper.

A delighted sigh escaped you, fueled by Jeonghan’s newfound confidence coursing through your veins as your thumb traced the curve of Seungkwan’s Adam’s apple, feeling the rapid thrum of his pulse beneath your fingertips.

“You didn’t think for a second, I’d–you know–keep the night as is, did you?”

He softly groaned in his throat, feeling the tension seep inside him. “Are you suggesting?”

“I don’t want to just watch movies with you, Seungkwan. It’d be more fun to make our own. Isn’t that right?”

“...yes. God, yes.”

He leaned in, cradling your face in his hands, and pressed his lips to yours in a swift, hungry kiss, sending a surge of electricity through you as your tension unraveled in waves. His weight dipped against your body, pinning you against the rough tweed of the couch. His soft moans mingled with your breaths, muffled yet threatening, as if he were desperate to let loose and explore the desire in his heart while you were within reach.

‘That’s it.’

Your hand held the back of his head, catching strands between your fingers and tugged, ravaging his lips as if it’d be the last time you’d get a chance. You weren’t sure when Jeonghan gave you back your control, but in the heat of the moment, none of it mattered.

He tasted like a life force, fueling the fire burning in your loins and the fire kindling in your stomach; he had you wanting more with every passing second. His hands grabbed you recklessly, throwing his weight against you and squeezing your flesh until it was tender and malleable in his hands. This wasn’t something to unfold on the couch, you thought—not when a big, inviting bed lay just a few steps away, calling for you.

Your feet regained enough feeling to guide you off the couch, and before you knew it, you were stumbling toward your room, feverish and driven, with no thought of turning back. Your hands found his clothes, teasing beneath his holiday vest and up his torso, admiring the smooth flush of skin that graced your senses. He gasped, succumbing to your excitement and leaned into it, falling seamlessly into your rhythm.

“Didn’t want to stretch this, but,” he pulled the vest and shirt beneath over his head, tossing them aside in the corner. You let your hand linger longer on his body, running along the curve of his spine as he pulled you closer.

Seungkwan grasped your waist, savoring your lips with gentle strokes of his tongue before lifting you from the ground and onto the bed. Your bodies crushed against one another, peeling off articles of clothing one piece at a time until you were almost bare, expertly taking you apart to have you whole. All to himself as far as he knew.

“Seungkwan,” you called out in pleas, hands cradling the back of his neck as his hair fell over his eyes. “I want you so bad…”

“You’re telling me,” he managed to breathe out,  gripping your underwear at its hem and scrapping it over your hips as he pulled them down. “I’ve thought about you ever since I met you.”

Your heart bloomed in your chest, pleasantly startled by his confession. Your hands ran through his hand, pushing them over his forehead despite knowing they’d only fall back in place. “You were always so…friendly.”

He smiled, pressing it against the corner of your lips and decorating your cheeks and jaw with kisses. “Yeah. I always hoped that we’d be more than just friendly.”

“Well, mission accomplished.” You pulled him back into a lip lock, parting your legs to give him access.

‘Look at all the fun you’re having.’

Jeonghan was like a wandering whisper, weaving through your thoughts as Seungkwan enveloped your senses. Seungkwan’s hands were on your body, touching what’s yours and making it his, where Jeonghan could feel it as much as you could, and you knew it. He got off on this just as much as you did.

‘Feel him rubbing that pretty pussy of yours.’

“So wet…” Seungkwan said with ache, sounding like he was pleading.

His digits found your sensitivity and thumbed over your clit, stimulating you until your voice rang but the last thing you were doing was speaking. You became fluent in moans, fluid in body language, and perfect in Seungkwan. Your breath dragged on, panting against him as your leg hooked to his side, holding him with urgency.

‘So fucking horny…you were begging to be fucked, hmm?’

You couldn’t help but nod, hand lowering to find Seungkwan’s raging erection just within reach. He softly gasped, thrusting into your touch as you held his shaft, stroking his length that felt so full in your hands. So stiff, yet warm to the touch, almost tasting the tension on your tongue. 

‘Look at that size, huh? Imagine how that feels in you. Stretching your pussy and making you feel so full? Doesn’t that sound amazing?’

“I need you in me Seungkwan.” You begged in desperate pants, gripping him by the forearms. “I want to feel you inside me.”

There was a certain eagerness in his eyes, the kind that said he would do anything and everything for you in a heartbeat and succeed. You weren’t dealing with any average guy that wanted to get off. “Fuck,” he whispered, before lifting his upper body, putting himself on full display.

His physique was magnificent in every way, tantalizing and captivating like nothing you’ve ever encountered. You had an inkling of what he looked like under all his clothes, the veins always so prominent on his forearms and hands when he strained to reach something on a shelf, the line of his back when his lifted shirt revealed just a sliver of skin, or his wide hips, baring an ass so round and full they look like they came straight out of the oven. Never have you ever wanted to run your hands over something, nor have you ever wanted to sink your teeth into something. Yet, here was Seungkwan: utterly delectable.

Seungkwan dragged you by the ankles, moving you effortlessly as he angled himself between your legs, your molten heat practically dripping at the sight of him. His groan bounced off the walls, hand coming over your inner thighs and gently massaging your skin. As his kisses started to pepper over your legs, you felt your pussy physically throb, damned to eternal craving.

“You look like heaven,” He cried against your thighs. “Any protection?”

“It’s right–oh.” You picked up a rubber conveniently left at your nightstand, then handed it to Seungkwan. You‘re welcome.’

He set it aside with a smile and instead of putting it on, his face fell on your heat. He tasted you like it was worship; the dance of his tongue was his prayers, while your response flowed like a cascade of blessings. You whined when you felt him pursed around your clit, teeth barely grazing you as he sucked down like you’re the last bit of syrup in a dessert.

At the same time, his eyes glazed over to yours, a hand hovering over your chest, inaudibly asking permission, and when you gave him a wordless nod, he grabbed handfuls of your breasts. He kneaded you between his knuckles, rolling your buds between his fingers, and having you surrender to his chase.

“Seungkwan, please…”

Seungkwan’s eyes glimmered with pride, a sultry testament to the depth of his exploration. The longer he ventured, the more you found ogasmic relief, feeling every ounce of his efforts and every ounce of his pleasure. You held him by his hair, leg anchoring over his back, feeling his tongue massage your inner walls. His voice vibrates inside you, somehow stealing your breath, and filling you with utter euphoria. 

‘You feel that? How much he wants you? How much he craves you. He’s been waiting for this day. And you should reward him. Don’t you think?’

You tugged him up, watch him gasping for air, replace one pair of lips with another. You flipped him on his back, gaining momentum, and relishing in the power of control, and swallowing his gasps. You aligned the hilt of his cock towards you, ensuring you wrapped it protection before it sat between the slit of your folds. 

Seungkwan tilted his head back, his eyes glistening with desire as he admired you, his gaze revealing his thoughts like an open book.  "You're so sexy," he murmured, the words spilling out without hesitation. While his look said it all, hearing it felt like a heated rush of affirmation, and it made you want him more.

You pushed his length in you, feeling his size pulsate through you, and a moan managed to pass through your lips. Shivers ran down through you, goosebumps pebbling your skin, and you realized the raging presence of Seungkwan was going to be the death of you. As he rocked inside you, he held your hips in place, guiding your form up and down on lap, adjusting to your squeeze, and adjusting to how it contracts. “Oh my god, please, you’re driving me crazy.”

“Just like I wanted,” You teased. 

Your lips brushed against his neck, grazing your teeth over his skin before making passionate kisses to his neck, grinding down on his body until there isn’t a hint of space between your bodies. You were growing weary–albeit needy–chasing a high that was so close to be conquered. You felt it, Seungkwan felt it, and damn well Jeonghan felt it. You needed more, just a little more.

Suddenly, the air was knocked out of your lungs, as if something vital had escaped from within you, and your movements were put to a halt. 

“Sorry,” you apologize, pushing the hair way from your face. “Not sure what happened. I promise–”

“Don’t apologize to me, Humie.”

You heard his voice—or rather, an echo of Jeonghan’s voice—calling from below you, and as you met his gaze in Seungkwan’s eyes, your expression widened in shock. “Jeonghan,” you declared menacingly.

“In the flesh. Well, not my own, but you get the idea,” he quipped.

You nudged at the body beneath you, careful of not hurting the host. “Get out of this poor human’s body right now! What happened to consent?”

“Oh, he’s very much consenting to the thrill of this level of intimacy,” Jeonghan replied, a teasing grin spreading across his face.

“Not when it involves a literal ghost!”

“Relax, he won’t remember a thing. My spirit won’t let him. All he’ll recall is the good time he had,” the body thief winked playfully.

“Bullshit! Do what’s right and let the boy go.”

“But I am doing what’s right.” His grip tightened around your hips, pushing Seungkwan’s cock deeper in you as if it was possible and ebbing weak moans from as he pulled you closer, a wicked smile dancing on his lips. “So right.”

“J-Jeonghan,” you stammered, your pulse quickening.

“I just couldn’t take it anymore, Humie. You looked absolutely ravishing. I had to experience you for myself.”

Your head was screaming all kinds of denial, but your body thrived off his confidence, his energy was flowing through you, splitting through you and hitting a spot of pliancy. This was so wrong. “This…this is violating…for him…”

“But you love it, don’t you? It’s like a wicked thrill, a tantalizing pleasure that feeds your deepest, most tumultuous desires.”

You scoffed, trying to ignore the pulsating cock rocking your very core. “And what kind of desires is that?”

“You want us both,” he answered plainly. “The human and me.”

You shook your head, fingers tightening around Seungkwan’s shoulders in a desperate bid for security as you fought against Jeonghan’s seductive temptations. “You’re out of your mind.”

“Then, why don’t you get off of me?”

“It’s Seungkwan I can’t get off of,” You clarified.

You could recognize Jeonghan’s smile, even though it was plastered on Seungkwan’s face—so conniving, so devilish. It exuded an intoxicating power that was inhumane, but irresistible. “But it's me you’re riding–and fucking hell–you look so good doing it.”

“Jeonghan…” You whimpered, pleading for release from his coercion, but as you feared, mercy eluded you entirely.

“Yes,” His palm rode up your body, his lips parting in haughty confidence. “Beg for me, beg for me to fuck you full.”

“...Fuck it. I want you to fuck me full.” You accepted him, feeling the tension of the cock inside you, ripple waves straight into your heat. 

Mindlessly, you accepted his domineering hand that landed on your mouth, feeling it travel past your lips, parting way with his thumb. You wrapped your lips around his digits, sucking them like candy, and the shame that once enveloped your paradoxical feelings dissipated, leaving only a deep hunger in its wake. 

Whether it was Jeonghan or Seungkwan beneath you, it was all true to its very core. You had an undeniable infatuation for your cute neighbor and a strange fascination with the handsome ghost. The connection you felt with both was more than palpable, leaving you with an unexplained frenzy of emotions that would require extensive therapy. You knew the logical choice was the one who was alive, but you had never considered that you could have both—especially not in such a chaotic, unorthodox three-way.

“Look at what a slut you are for us, your lips so perfect wrapped around these slender fingers of his.”

“What the fuck is wrong with me?” you quietly muttered to yourself, grinding harder, sucking Seungkwan’s fingers deeper, and gradually succumbing to Jeonghan’s demands.

Jeonghan let out a deep, rolling laugh that resonated from Seungkwan’s core, a sound so rich and dark it sent a momentary unease through you. “You’re simply giving into your desires, why fight it?”

“You damn well know why,” you spat out his fingers and gritted your teeth.

“Now that’s not nice,” His hand covered the shape of your ass, cupping them in his palms, “Do I need to show you how to be nicer to me?”

“Jeonghan,” you groaned, feeling his digits dig into your flesh as he spread them apart. 

“What’s that, baby?” he experimented, “Looks like I have to make this a teaching opportunity after all? Because you can’t show your gratitude?”

“Jeonghan, please.”

“Well, if you insist.” With an unexplainable, arcane, supernatural force, the dynamics were switched and Jeonghan had you on your stomach, ass conveniently placed in from of him. 

“Jeonghan!”

"I always knew you looked good from every angle, but wow—this one is something else." His hand glided over your curves, Seungkwan’s cock splitting down your divide, you grasped your thirst.

Anticipation was wreaking havoc on your sanity, leaving you in a deafening silence as you waited for Jeonghan to make his move, impatience following. “Will you just–”

A hand clashed against your backside, your skin stinging from impact, and relieving you from a ched yelp. Jeonghan braced you against a groin, the erection nudging at your skin. “So needy,” he chuckled. You felt the tip tease along your slip, eventually filling you up in that familiar way.

You whimper, the size still enticingly foreign, and back into his weight, feel yourself travel all the way down to the base.

“An impatient,” Jeonghan softly groans, grounding himself to you in careful, yet sharp thrusts.

You balled your sheets into fists, your voice muffled as you buried your face in a pillow.

He chuckled against his skin. “That good?”

“Y-yes,” you helplessly whispered.

He slammed down on you, releasing a squeaky spring sound from the bed, both embarrassing and strangely arousing. “Even when I do that?”

“Yes…more please…”

Jeonghan repeated the move, finding a steady rhythm, and watched as your skin and flesh recoiled back against him. He could feel his host basking in the intensity of this pleasure, tears swelling his eyes as your moans echoed in his ears, memorizing from the decibels your voice reached, to the way you looked from behind, and even how the flesh of thighs spilled when you collapsed wearily on the mattress.

“Insane,” He said in hushed whispers.

“Stop it,” you whined.

“Stop what? Showing you how fucking perfect you are taking my cock?” He grunted.

You pressed your lips in a firm lip, clawing down on the bed as your core tightened, every pound drilling into you, giving into his indulgence and taking you along with him. He made every thrust count as the echo of skin slapping faded into the background.

“Oh please, help me cum.” You begged. “Please, please, please…”

His pace quickened, his rhythm erratic. “Yeah, you want you cum coat around my cock like a good little whore.”

“Yes, Jeonghan please, just give it to me.”

“You asked, and you shall receive.”

Finally, he bottomed out into you, unleashing the reins he held to prolong this moment and cut them lose. Your body was no longer yours, weakened by the spirit draining your energy. Your jaw fell slack, unable to close, a waning moaning stretching for miles, ecstasy coursing through your veins. 

You said one name, then another, and then again. This was really confusing but you were here, pounded into obvious for what it seems like endlessly, until you realized you were full and not with what you had initially anticipated. In the remenance of fatigue from the sex, you fail to notice the lack of protetction seeing as proof of you supernatural rendezvous was seeping out of you like a slow river.

“Jeonghan!” 

“What?” he drowsily answered as he claimed the side of the bed besides you, evidently using the extent of Seungkwan’s body.

“What the fuck happened to the condom?”

“Please, that’s my own cum.”

“Excuse me?”

“Ectoplasm, you know. Comes from all sorts of places.”

“I hate you so much—am I gonna get pregnant with ghost kids?”

“Relax, and no you aren’t. It’s as effective as…something really ineffective–fuck, I’m tired.”

“And Seungkwan. What about Seungkwan?”

“He’s fine and his release became as good as mine when I possessed his body. His soul is asleep right about now, having a catnap. Now come here.” he pulled you towards him, throwing your covers over you and keeping you away from the draft into to room, slipping you into his arms. “Stop tiring yourself out any further and rest. Everything will be fine when he wakes up like a man that got laid: amazing.”

“Fine,” muttered with heavy eye lids, “but only because im really tired.”

And from that moment sleep was easy.

You woke up to those same arms, now only asleep and less “ghost-like” and snuggled up closer to him, a newly acclaimed heat source. A soft chuckle escaped him, holding you tighter in his embrace as a kiss fell on the top of your forehead. “Hey there.”

You smile, cupping the side of his face in your hand. “Hi.”

“That was amazing, you’re amazing,” he said, planting another kiss on your nose. “Is it weird to say it felt so good I kinda blacked out?”

“Ha,” you shook your head, knowing the truth, “No, but thank you for the massive compliment.”

He grinned, a flush of red coating his cheeks, before pulling you into a deep and wonderful kiss, entanging his legs with yours. He seeped into realization when he found the mess between your legs, untouched since sex. “Oh shit, i did that, didn’t i?”

“It’s okay, I…have some sort of protection.”

“One moment.” Seungkwan came up naked from the bed, momentarily left the room, and with a noticeably wet hand towel. “I usually have an extra clean one on hand for after my workout. Glad I brought a backpack for no reason today.

As he inched closer, he sat between your legs, uncovering you from the blanket, and politely asked if he could help. When he received your consent, he brought it up to the mess, gently swiping between every crevice, ridding any remnants of cum that might have been left over. 

“You didn’t have to do this,” you reassure, visibly gushing.

“Of course, I do.” He insisted, a sincere smile gracing his features. “It's my pleasure taking care of you.”

It was so disorienting going from the original to Jeonghan’s version and back to the original Seungkwan. As if you were once looking through a window of an alternate reality. Still a lot to process what happened.

“I don’t usually do this,” you try explaining yourself, “I just…I’ve been into you for a long time and I just thought, maybe, you felt the same.”

“I do,” he pressed his lips to your inner thigh. “A lot.”

“So you wouldn’t mind seeing me again?”

“I wouldn’t object to the idea,” he grinned, “especially if we get to do what we did to make me black out in the first place.”

[goldfades]

🌱 jack soft launching you on insta

𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭 𝐥𝐚𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐡 | jh⁸⁶

♡ ─ warnings | nothing but cuteness and y/n being ICONICCCC

♡ ─ ev's notes | i love insta edits theyre so fun

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trevorzegras | parents 🥳

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[shotorozu]

ooh, can i please request "pulling your partner onto your lap" for Izuku?? ty!!

OTHER WAY AROUND — MIDORIYA IZUKU

(send me a bnha character + a physical intimacy prompt and i’ll make something out of it!)

gender neutral reader, reader has an assertive personality, reader is STRONG but no mentions of a quirk, lower case intended 😭

note(s): hey yall 🧍‍♀️ i know im posting these slowly as i could possibly go but something real bad happened at school, so i just had to delay the uploads a little bit (but i am feeling a bit better so expect at least one post per day this week because of valentines day 😭)

»»————-　♡　————-««

midoriya izuku if not rarely— never pouts.

he recognizes pouting as a part of sulking— which is a normal thing. (in fact, he does it a lot)

as much as no one really says it out loud, everyone has done it at least once in their life. a kid pouting because they couldn’t get their parents to buy them that toy they really wanted, a teenager that’s feeling particularly moody that hour, or an adult thats plans just didn’t work out.

he feels lots of things, especially after all he’s been through. at this point, what hasn’t he felt? positive, negative (sulking included) and the neutral. of course he has— it’s all a part of the process, but for some reason, he feels the need to suppress the negative a little (an understatement) more than regular.

midoriya izuku if not rarely— never pouts.

but he’s doing exactly that, and you know it. he’s sulking, pouting over something that doesn’t look worthy enough to be pouting over for the green haired teenager personally. and he knows that you know— so, he just hopes that means he doesn’t have to say it out loud. he isn’t sure if it’s something you’d usually ask or tell someone.

but he knows you— your unofficial ability to pull out any thought out of his mind, so he knows he’ll give in and end up fessing up what’s on his mind. he just knows.

you step in front of him, and he’s pulled out of his trance when you tap his chin and tilt his head upwards.

“why the long face? hmm…” you question, humming thoughtfully to yourself afterwards. if izuku’s pouting— then that’s when you know that something’s really, really wrong.

he cracks an imbalanced smile, “does it bother you?”

“not really,” you bring your unoccupied hand to cup his cheek, “it’s just that my boyfriend’s pouting, y’know? so how could i not ask?”

he brings his hand up to rest against the hand cupping his cheek, “it’s almost as if you see right through me.” he intones, sounding less shocked and more— interested and genuine.

“i mean, you’re not exactly slick.” you bluntly remark, “an open book.”

he goes red at that— “i figured,” and he starts to wonder how many times he’s been obvious on something he was trying to conceal. oh the embarrassment is starting to flood through him—

“so go on, shoot.” but it goes out the window when you start scratching under his chin like he was a cat. a shiver urges to run through him.

but the less embarrassed he becomes, the more insecure he grows. the main reason why he was pouting in the first place starts to come back to him.

“so,” he begins, clearing his throat with a cough, “promise you won’t think it’s weird?”

“i promise,” to him, your eyes look like they twinkled with sincerity. “although, you’ve really gotten me curious. is it actually weird or are you just being subjective?”

an open book, he thinks to himself. you’re so right about him. it’s like you know him like the back of your hand.

“it could be both? depends.. maybe.. actually..? ” he mumbles, genuinely considering which reason was it. you blink— and you become dead silent, as a way to allow him to respond.

he understands, “okay so,” he squeezes your hand cupping his face, “why don’t you want to sit on my lap?”

you don’t respond, like you’re expecting more out of his question. but to find the green haired hero in training not say anything else, and blink back in similar fashion— translated into ‘oh, that was really it’ for you.

“..is there more you wanna say?” you speak after a few seconds of nobody saying anything pass by, “i find it hard to believe that there’s no context to this apparently weird question. because honestly, this isn’t strange. i’m wounded by your dishonesty.”

izuku lets out a chuckle, which was genuine, but ended up sounding nervous. he begins to fiddle with his hands,

“there is context,” he gulps, taking his gaze off of you— being unable to take the extensive amount of eye contact. “it’s just that, i’ve carried a lot of people, so far. because of heroics, y’know? and most of them also sat in my lap— although unintentional. i’ve asked you before, but whenever i do it’s like.. you don’t say no, but you act as if nothing happened?”

you hum, allowing him to carry on— and you continue to scratch under his chin while listening.

“and if you don’t want to, that’s totally fine! but if it’s because you’re worried about crushing me or what not, then i don’t think it’s a concern—”

“izuku,” you cut in, halting all movements to take your hands off of him. he misses the contact already, “don’t you think it’s because i want it to be the other way around?”

he gulps rather loudly.

“what does.. that mean?” he questions, feeling his face already starting to warm up rapidly.

laughing, you poke his cheek. “although i don’t mind your idea, i prefer the idea of you planted on my lap instead.”

he lets out a squeak, and your laughter rings in his ears again.

“oh!” he exclaims, he only wished your laughter would’ve provided physical comfort like how it usually does— but it only managed to make him flush red more. “i.. i see!”

“yep.” your lips make the ‘p’ pop with emphasis.

“that.. makes sense. i never thought of it that way!”

you give izuku a smile, patting your thighs with both hands as a signal. he knows what you’re trying to tell him— he’s done it as a signal to you before. for him, it was done so casually.

yet for some reason, with your assertiveness, it was anything but.

“you want me to…?”

you pat your lap again, “it’s right here.”

“okay, okay. alright,” your freckled boyfriend breathes in deeply. suddenly, he found himself standing up and putting his jittering hands on your shoulders lightly— heart making several steep drops in his chest.

and then, you’re lowering him on your lap, and he lets out yet another squeak as you maneuver him on your lap, sitting him on one leg and spreading his legs across yours in seconds.

you pat his thigh, just to feel what it’s like to have his legs on top of yours, and you shift your hand to rest it against the small of his back.

he wonders if his heart could hammer against his chest any harder. he could hear it in his ears, and he was acutely aware of it.

despite it, he’s clinging to you like he belongs (he does) and he wraps an arm around your shoulder. “i’m sorry if i’m—”

“shh, shh.” you hush him, bringing the hand that’s not resting against his back up to stroke the back of his head— petting his hair and threading through the green, voluminous locks with your fingers.

“hypocrite.” you whisper, but you don’t exactly mean anything malice of it. “telling me not to worry about me being heavy on you, but here you are, worrying about being heavy on me.”

“my bad—”

“no,” you’re almost amazed by the way he could find new ways to apologize, “just, enjoy this, will you? isn’t this nice? this is what it must feel for those people to be sitting on your lap. it’s comfy, right?”

you’re assertive, but izuku could also sense the tiniest speck of nervousness in your voice. he knows you just like how you know him— you’re minding the way you’re coming off right now, and his reaction to all of this, like you’re worried he wouldn’t like it

which is out of the ballpark, because—

“yeah, you’re right.” he whispers, “this is comfy.”

this might start to become his next favorite past time.

»»————-　♡　————-««

[thatdeadaquarius]

HELLO IT IS I AGAIN (Razor's mom /real)

So you know those imposters aus where characters chase the reader for being an 'impersonator'?

What if... It's a continuation from my ask (where we meet Razor first before everyone), and Razor is just confused at the patrolling knights near Wolvendom constantly asking him if he have saw 'the impostor'

Tbh he just shakes his head. Who tf is the impostor????? Wtf is an impostor???????

Many question marks later..

He had encountered an epiphany (not really it's just the Springvale ppl talking about someone copying the creator's looks).

The 'Impostor' they have been searching is you.

But you're not an impostor! Razor knows it! Andrius knows it! And with how the nature and the monster responded to you, Teyvat knows it too!

So like the good son he is, he sheltered you even more severely.

Ur not allowed to go out of his sights at this point (he'll still take you to places with many lampgrasses if you still wanna make a crown w it)

And my imagination ends there, do you think there's something else he'd do?

Ty for answering my last request btw, ur the best and I hope you get your favorite characters w one 10 pull and your desired artifacts w the best stats <3

Much love and sweets

-Razor's mom

RAZOR'S MOM!! HELLO aw im so glad u liked it :)

Srry about the late reply! 💜💜💜

Ok, so I think this is a good time to point to my shiny

Writing Requests/About Me Post I have pinned on my 👉 blog!!👈💅 taaa daaaa :) i did it guys here ya go

Yall have been GREAT so far abt keeping the requests chill and fun, and i dont have that many "Donts" that arent obvious (homophobia, transphobia, ableism,etc)

♡

Dont worry Razor Mom, i just wanted to use this as a way to talk about this!! /nm /gen

♡

About Imposter AU, there are plenty of other blogs/posts that write for that or posts under SAGAU tag! :)

I said wayyy earlier on in some of my first asks, but basically I really want to lighten up the Genshin SAGAU / Isekai tag and branch out from all these darker Imposter AUs :)

And also add more world-building posts or AUs <3

(language brainrot for example)!!

◇

TL;DR: I am not accepting hunting down/yandere/cult au/imposter au Genshin Sagau, only a funny or chill version of it.

Please check my writing rules post :)

Example: u look like Creator, but everybody's like, "oh lucky them wow rlly blessed, have a free drink, etc.

OR omfg where r they?? They descended to Teyvat oh fuck we lost our god-"

♡

Heres the Razor post !!!

If u wanna check it out :]

Cracks knuckles, Saddle up Baby, bc its time for my version of the Imposter AU 🤭😋😈

(and sorry for answering super late/possible scare Razor mom anon!! :'/ )

♡

So it begins rlly small right?

Like, Razor does not know the new knight patroling Wolvendom's borders

,, weird but ok, he thinks basically

And then when it was time to visit some domains a little closer to Springvale for grinding

(Or rlly just to get some of their tiny restaurants homemade food yumm)

He notices more Favonius knights lurking around than usual

Or at least widening their patrols

And hes like wtf?

Ur like, huh.

I'll ask Springvale ppl wtf goin on

The locals respond that the search for the Great Creator has begun.

...

...you and Razor: 👁👄👁 w h o m s t ❔️

◇

Upon further questioning

(which was apparantly weird that yall didnt know, but eh, u just used the whole "feral wolf child with feral blacksmith parent living in woods ignorance" excuse)

Admittedly yall, quite literally, live under a rock lmao

They explain theres a whole ass prophecy

Abt how the Great Architect would succumb to a long slumber somewhere else in the vast universe after making the planet.

And when the time is right, they will reconnect to Teyvat, and awaken, and descend in a mortal form

(like the archons)

◇

..but the kicker is nobody knows wtf they look like bc:

1. All that lore is hella crumbly and old, and very hard to translate

2. Mortal forms sometimes look different than god forms, so even if they did know some defining features of the Creator, that wasnt guaranteed to be them...

◇

(i.e. they will have brown eyes, well. Thats a fuckton of ppl with brown eyes innit? 💀)

♤

So thru certain signs, that this mysterious prophecy wooooo

Said would happen, the nations of Teyvat and their many supernatural inhabitants are aware the ultimate god has descended

(The crops flourished? Animals got more wily, many of the sick ppl got better for no reason, the Irminsul started regrowing/filling out its base- like how it looked like a lightning struck tree rn 💀)

So every country are now trying to find them to be the first to welcome them home

Needless to say its lowkey a competition

◇

Meanwhile you and Razor are just:

... (゜▽゜;)

"Haha yeah cool..."

(Andrius already told u what u r to Teyvat and explained to Razor)

Ur both immediately slapping a cloak on u and keeping the hood up all the time

Yall dont wanna be seperated :(

Ur both paranoid for diff reasons,

Razor's just scared his Lupical is going to be taken from him again bc there r better, more refined humans wanting to be ur Lupical ;-;

And ur like-

Omfg that sounds like sm work 💀

While its nice to daydream abt what itd be like to be famous, realistically,

U could not handle that shit.

People crowding you all the time?

U cant just look busted anywhere u go, like a midnight snack run

Ppl would also expect u be,

Responsible??

To act like a competent ruler maybe???

Hell no.

U just wanted to play a pretty gacha game and spoil ur skrunklies

(At least, if they do wanna call u that, they dont make u do anything political 💀 but u doubt it)

◇

Needless to say, Razor is glued to ur side everywhere u go.

A domain a half mile away? Oh he'll come with dw

Ur gonna go stop by that food merchant further up the road for ingredients? Cool he'll sniff the best ones!

Ur going to see Andrius??

Oh he needed to see him too-

😭😭🥺🥺 poor babe

♧

Surprisingly enough,

Or maybe not his house is right tf there

Diluc is the first person to actually recognize you.

Razor had been subtly steering u away from Mondstadt for 3 weeks now, ever since yall talked to the Springvale locals

An u cant say u didnt notice, but u werent rlly stopping him

You wanted to be like Venti, chillin among the ppl regardless of ur powers, not the Raiden Shogun :/

And maybe shock some ppl who dont know ur a god like him too lol

◇

Diluc had been looking around the lesser patroled areas of Mondstadt to search for the Architect

He didn't even need those incompetent knights to tell him their god had finally descended

He already saw the signs long before Mondstadt

Bc youve been in Wolvendom, the area has flourished over time, more fish in the water, more game to hunt and bigger, crows making circles in the sky despite there being no corpse

And one of the closest places to you,

Is the Dawn Winery.

Diluc's security against Venti began to hold up better, the staff didn't have to clean as much things like dirt or weather damage to the manor,

His hawk had never been faster delivering his letters, he almost thought the little guy had been drugged with something

◇

He patroled Stormterror's Lair, and deep in the woods surrounding the manor that the knights hadn't bother to go into

Afterall, he figured you'd never had a mortal form before, so u were unlikely to fend for urself for very long in the woods lol

so he wanted to find u quick (aww softy :')

He even made a trip out to the Thousand Wind Temple and Dragonspine (he did report that one to the knights, he didn't want Amber, Bennett, or Creator-forbid Klee, being the few pyro users to have to explore it)

Finally, after doing the further away locations, siginificant in history and rich with leftover magic

Diluc figured that's where you might land first, so he saved Wolvendom for last

It would at least let him check on that wolf kid and maybe get to talk to him long enough to ask him if he's seen anything unusual.

The lord of Dawn Winery manor heads into the Wolvendom woods, just as sunset colors the trees...

◇

It was a Friday evening, the sun was setting, the weather was pleasant and it was time for all of the Lupical to come together and eat a big feast!! :)

About once a month, Andrius will come out for a few nights and dine with all of yall

Hes an old wolf give him a break, he takes long naps

So u cook lots of Mondstadt favorites to eat on and a few Liyue dishes too

Razor, ur favorite helper, has helped u finish the last dish and is now romping around with the puppies bless <3

U guys have dragged ur coffee table dining table setup out to sit and eat at

Andrius lets out a not too loud, not too quiet howl, and as the wolves, Razor and you lmao join in

Yall dig in, bones flying everywhere, spagetti noodles flingling around, it would put toddlers to shame lol

◇

Diluc hears a howl that is too... big to be a regular wolf.

It filled the air of Wolvendom like no howl before it, as he used the glowing lampgrass to help light the path deeper

He sneaks past a hilichurl camp or two, all fast asleep

He scans the woods, and figures he'll search the woods besides the path after he gets to that old stone carved pit-

Food?

Diluc sniffs the air, and squints deeper into the forest

The black branches shade the way ahead, but just barely... he can see the flicker of orange and blue light?

He summons his claymore, bracing it on his shoulder, and creeps into the treeline to better hide him

◇

You swear to god (dammit swear to.. you??) someone is watching you.

You look around the piles of fluffy doggos, happy and stuffed full they r slowly forming puppy piles

Andrius is finishing his meat platter, also sitting on all four legs on the ground

Razor is splayed on his back beside you, eyes closed, his feet sticking out the other side of the table, u chuckle at him

But not a single Lupical seems to be looking at you.

Gulping down your last few bites, you scan the treeline

U refuse to be that bitch in a horror movie where their gut says smth is off and they brush it off or barely look at their surroundings

Turning around to the treeline behind you, u see something... red fur?

U sit up some more, peering over the bushes at the bottom of the trees

You meet a pair of warm brown eyes, widened like they're just as shocked to see you

As u notice his familiar red high ponytail (but also not?? Its weird going from 2D to 3D and still recognizing bitches)

U peer down at his chest, as he carefully stands out of the foliage-

That familiar star shaped button that u can press for the character menu screen, the same thats on Razor, on Benny, on Fischl, on Lisa-

Hovers over Diluc's chest.

◇

Diluc is in the bush, observing the human(???) stranger (he really doesnt want to attract the attention of that.. giant spirit wolf thing)

The figure sitting at a ... table?? (He can barely process all these absurdities at once, hes only got so much brain space)

Has sensed his presence, and as he grips his claymore, ready to demand answers,

Razor startles, and jumps up, smelling the pyro user, he summons his weapon-

The figure locks eyes with him, and all he sees is gold.

Diluc drops his claymore.

☆

♡

☆

Have a cliffhanger bc idk 🤷‍♂️ Also srry it wasnt exactly Mondstadt finding u, and it somehow turned into a whole scenario?? Idk man

🤧 welp i hope that was decent Razor mom! Tysm for ur sweet feedback abt our beloved son 🙏💜🐺

Feel free to always talk again, thru comments, asks whatever!! :D

♡

Cheers,

💀♒️

(guys im so stupid i coud've been signing off with this simple emoji combo the whole time,, 😭i didnt actually think abt emojifying my name, just making it look pretty with some of my fav emojis... 😔)

If anyone reads this u should let me know which one is better lol

💀♒️

OR

🌒🌧🌊Aquarius♒️🌌🌘

OR like a combo???

♡my beloved♡

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[shadefish]

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[genderlesssinner]

Alright nerds I'm back

Here we go with 108

SAMUEL we are 3 minutes into this episode. Holy shit.

Some weird shit going on with the gaurds okay okay

It's Ira isn't it

He's so creepy and I love it

How did no one react to "tying up daddy and gagging him" holy shit Tal

Sometimes I love watching with subtitles for the description of their fuckery. [Batman's Bane nonsense]

Ashton hold on what do you mean by take care of this

7th fucking level Psychic Lance woof. Talk about burn all your stuff

Yeah no he ded

Well this could go so poorly

"Did this just completely backfire?" Yes yes it did

Okay okay maybe we're not totally fucked

Hopefully Nana can help. Okay so gonna have some flying groups? I def agree that Nana should meet up in case Gloamglut does come back

An hour, short rest it up bitches

I can't help but picture the temple put back together with gold in the cracks, like that one method of fixing pottery

The 'play' idea isn't a bad idea I just don't know if these chucklefucks can pull it off

I love Robbie so much. Gaes is a badass spell when it works and I also do not know how tf to pronounce it

They've been talking for like 20 minutes and I still don't know what they're doing great job guys

"You knocked him out. I just wanted them to do the scene." beautiful

Oh my god.

Ash playing director for these idiot is hilarious

Oh fuck okay well shit Zathuda is gone okay okay okay but Laudna knows where he is

Back in initiative and everyone is tapped or close to it,,,, grrreaaat

Get his ass Chet he can't have many hit points

Yeeeep there's the dragon

Okay if they *just* got the short rest Nana should be here soon RIGHT??

Oooh shit okay Zathuda is dead um this is gonna have consequences Gloamglut is bout to be real mad I bet

Yeah mhm okay

Yes Fearne get the dragon GET YOUR PONY BOO

Ashley just became Mister for a second 😂😂

This could be good or it could make it worse

Oh no he saaaddd 🥺

Dorian is like nope not ready for the dragon

Yeessss Fearnie

The little guys are gonna have shaken baby syndrome from being in the dragon's hands while he's flying

Come on, horse girl!

Break! We have a fucken dragon boys. For the moment, anyway.

Back into it - flying to Nana's

Ooh interesting Gloamglut doesn't wanna land at Morri's

Oop Nana put Gloamglut on a leash

What does the Loom do what. Nana.

I definitely think they should ask Zathuda some things. They could ask about bonding to Gloamglut and also about moon stuff

Ooohhh Nana really has it for Ira huh. Spooky

I wanna see the Loom. That did not answer any questions.

This should be interesting and maybe (likely) scary

Mhmhm gruesome but also cool af

Ashley and Marisha grinning while everyone else is in various stages of horror is great

Okay look I get them checking in with Fearne vecause the guy was her father.. But like. She didn't really know him. Like someone said a bit ago, he was her father, not her dad. And yes she's lost the opportunity to know him but it's not like she lost a parent that raised her.

"It's not as nice as yours" Jesus Braius

Fearnie getting feral on us hm

Oh Ashton my love. We know you have parental issues hun.

"Are you okay Matt?" "I'm fine."

Are. Are we sure Matt's okay? (joking, mainly but like damn creepy shit this ep yall)

✨ Generational trauma ✨

I'm worried about what this conversation is gonna mean for Ashton a little bit honestly though they've had one hell of a look this whole time

Ah here's the good stuff. So something about Ruidusborn, particularly the strongest Exultants, can unlock magic similar to the Divine Gate?? The implications

"I wish I had more empathy." "You *are* my daughter." oof

Ooo a hemocraft ritual for the dragon?? Up your game Chet

Failure brings an eternal enemy, no pressure

Exaltants disappearing?? Uh oh. Maybe Ludinus has a Version 2 of the funnel thing

Oooooh maybe he's throwing them at the Gate holding Predathos eesh

Oh my god maattttt the Misty Step

DORIAN DID YOU LEAVE THE EMISSARY OUTSIDE

Okay okay Nana got this

I would now be like side eyeing all of the ...everything in Nana's place. Especially if it still has a face. Eugh.

THANK YOU LAUDNA for actually checking in with my boy. Orym is being so strong for everyone all the time 😭

Are Fearne and Ash gonna cuddle the dragon? I love this

Ooohhh Doriaaannnn same though

Oh man okay blow all the spell slots Laudy

This is fucking insane what even

Oop he's a tree okay

Several Ludinuses slapping him for several minutes, wonderful

These fucken rolls tonight damn

Oo using the spirit horse awesome awesome

Orym's speech and Ash leaving like that ajxbjdv

I have lots of feelings but no words for them

Now I want them to take Laudna back to the Vasselheim temple for some lake of blood action

Robbiiiieeee damn 'if a god can see the future.. I would imagine the one you can't see is the one where the gods come to an end.'

Oryyym an Doriaaannnn 😭😭 boooyyssss

Look at that, character growth. Ash left instead of starting shit

Oo okay Braius oh wait shit okay which god

Chase the rest away. So the betrayers would stay?? That's *bad* yall

SAMUEL

Braius is bout to get some Nana and I don't know how to feel about it

MILF Manor : Morri I'd like to Fuck. Oh my god

Cursed demon armor

Bet you if you fail the save it stays

Bompers. Wild.

Oooohhhhhh Gloamglut just saaaddd but he seems thankful that Fearne plans to let him go free

Aww he's a good booyyyyyyyy

I love Fearne and Ashton's interactions so much aaaaaaaa

Horror cozy that's totally an aesthetic isn't it

♥️♥️♥️

And that’s it guys. These posts are so long but I normally don't have a good place for a page break.. Eesh. I just have a lot of Thoughts and Feelings about these idiots we love so much. But also like sometimes I forget I'm supposed to be doing this and I just zone out and listen to them and then I'm like fuck I had a Thought and didn't write it down damn..

[noxexistant]

Ayyyy ty :)

This has probs already been said but Oscar is also autistic. I don’t make the rules.

especially in your au with Morris. He knows he needs to protect his bro. He can’t show weakness. But he still struggles with figuring out what people mean (eg thinking Medda was trying to hurt morris in that last fic, thinking she was mocking mo with the stimming blah blah blah)

my boy needs a hug so bad <3

I’m gonna write a fic about someone offering him comfort and him not knowing how to accept it so he just gets mad and pushes them away. would yall like to see it? - 🤠 anon

REAL!!! SO REAL!!

i like the idea that he goes undiagnosed in the modern au too. largely by his own decision, because medda offers to get him assessed - first at the same time as morris, which oscar refuses because he wants to make sure morris gets all the attention and support, and then afterwards, which oscar refuses because he knows he’s not like morris, so clearly he can’t be autistic. and also he just…doesn’t really want to know. he’s afraid of the revelations that’d come if he is. he’s terrified of being vulnerable. medda tries to assure him that a diagnosis won’t change anything, but oscar isn’t having it.

he also has a lot of issues with ableism, at least when he’s younger. their parents and subsequent carers treated morris like dirt, and all he ever saw was his little brother being helpless and having meltdowns and messing up at stuff. it gets better as he grows up and starts actually trying to understand how morris’ brain works beyond just knowing that he can’t do certain stuff and gets upset easy but is also really good at other stuff, but there’s still a lot of stuff that he was raised with that he has a hard time letting go of. his idea of autism, when he finally builds it, is just morris - he doesn’t understand that it’s a complex spectrum that he could still be on. morris is the centre of the universe to him, the very core of his worldview.

like you said, oscar absolutely struggles with tone most, and tends to thus interpret everything in the worst-intentioned way possible. he has the exact opposite of all of morris’ sensitivities - he’ll eat anything, sleep on concrete with no problems, has a very high pain tolerance, can’t read his own body cues like hunger or thirst. he gets very restless, but his stims are much more subtly autistic than morris’ - hitting his palms together, pacing, crossing his arms and squeezing them, tapping his foot. he’s the type to click pens relentlessly and tap them and spin them, tosses his head back and cracks his neck when he’s bored or frustrated, cracks his knuckles - he likes those ones ‘cause they make people anxious.

he so desperately needs the opportunity to just…be himself. have someone pay real attention to him, which medda tries so hard to do but he just won’t let her. he only knows how to be morris’ big brother, morris’ caregiver, morris’ world to go hand-in-hand with morris being his. he’d break anyone’s nose if they tried to hug him, then try and break their jaw if they tried again, but if they managed he’d break into pieces. he has to try so hard not to every time morris crawls into his arms, tries to hold oscar like oscar holds him.

i would absolutely LOVE to read that fic if you write it and are up for sharing it :’) <3

[myscprin]

List 5 things that make you happy, then put this in the askbox for the last 10 people who liked or reblogged something from you! Get to know your mutuals and followers ♡ (if you want)

1. Boba. The drink matters not, but a good quality, chewy little guy lifts ALL spirits. Bonus: trying not to die when they hit the back of your throat at mach 10 speeds.

2. Fanartists and Fanfic writers who put the OTPs in Situations™. So many of y'all get me thru dark times, ty ty.

3. Acquiring and talking to new mutuals?? YALL GREAT. MY RIDE OR DIES I'VE NEVER MET IRL. WOW. WHATTA CONCEPT.

4. The little back windshield wipers on the cars. So cute.

5. (Sorry to get real real real quick) When my parents eat well.

[imreallyonthishellsite]

So the premise of the whole au is that WWX is tired of people insinuating that the only reason he has as many privileges he does in his life is because he is JFM's bastard son.

Since JFM hasn't stopped the rumors its A) making seem very likely that it's true and B) making YZY insanely pissed.

Fast forward to the CR Era WWX and the other Jiangs get pretty on edge anytime someone brings his parentage since that particular conversation topic leads to nothing good.

One day when somebody finally asks WWX about it he decides enough is enough, that he is tired of letting random people make assumptions about his parents, how it's staring to strain his relationships with his siblings, how YZYs rage is steadily increasing towards everyone and how the one person who could end the whole thing refuses to ever say anything.

So in between his detentions with LWJ he begins to research different identification spells and relics in hopes of finding one that could reveal parentages or bloodlines but can't find anything (which they probably have in canon but shhhh we need the story to happen) but he is left several ideas running around his minds and gets to work.

Fast forward through many experiments, one expulsion, and many more months WWX has made the world's first DNA test. It's a tailsman that will either glow when it recognizes a blood realtion between users or crumble to ash if there is no blood tying them together. Despite spending several months making this tailsman WWX hasn't found a good opportunity to bring the subject up to JFM so he slowly starts to believe that he won't get a chance to use it use it.

But fortunately for him Lotus Peir is hosting the next the Discussion Conference and you know some shit will eventually go down. Let's just say that after most the events are down JGS says some shit like "oh how generous and brave of you to make your bastard your head disciple despite the backlash, how do you and your wife deal with it??". And you can instantly feel all the rage and tension coming from everyone room but then WWX realizes that this is a great (not great but beggars can't be choosers) opportunity to use his invention and prove that his parents are his parents, opens his mouth and says "Sect Leader Jiang is not my father and I can prove it right now if yall let me".

So after he explains himself (despite the death glares from YZY, the greedy looks from JGS and someone in the back who keeps grumbling how this ridiculous and borderline unorthodox) and provides actual proof from two willing volunteers that his tailsman is safe and that it works he finally gets to test himself and JFM and proves once and for all that all those rumors were bullshit CSSR had never cheated on her husband.

Of course some in the audience are still more interested in stirring shit up instead of keeping their mouth shut and try to imply that since his station isn't as high as the real heirs they shouldn't trust his word. And JC who has been shockingly quiet during this whole ordeal finally snaps and goes "if you refuse to believe that his invention works despite having proof before they went maybe I should go and get tested right now so you can stfu!!"

But YZY freaks the fuck out when he says this and starts going on about how he has nothing to prove, that she forbids him to take the test and everyone in the room are now just kinda side eyeing each other and her because why would she not allow her sects heir to take this test? Unless...

Somehow JFM gets JC to take the test, despite YZYs vocal protests, and the tailsman paper crumbles between them.

The room goes dead silent before WWX offers up a flimsy excuse that the tailsman may have made an error, but it's too late now. Everyone knows that the tailsman works and now they know JFM is not JC father.

That Lotus Pier's heir is a lie.

Nobody asked but for the last several days I've been thinking of an au where in the Cloud Rescess Era (or adjacent timeline) WWX invents like the first DNA test and through a series of events reveals that JFG is not JC's father.

[sojutrait]

warning this is a long one lmao

i tried once and failed spectacularly and never tried again 😭😭😭

ive just been letting the toddlers run wild bc i imagine two werewolves wouldnt be helicopter parents and its honestly sm less stressful 😭😭 like yeah go splash in the toilet and have fun

hmm like sims aesthetic? idk really its kinda all over the place djfkf id just say nondescript cartoon-yness lmao. and most of my inspo is from real life!

ty! like i dont want it to seem like im a saint and totally exempt from fucking up but i would hope it would be clear that id never intentionally whitewash a sim, thats quite counterintuitive of literally everything i preach

thats what its giving atp 😭😭

PREMONITIONS youre right, i shouldve forced my mom to birth me early so i could properly do my research for ts2 😩😩

honestly!! ive tried to play both ts2 and ts3 since joining simblr but i literally Can Not, plus the millions of fixes that go in to ensuring they both work properly, it shouldnt come as a surprise to people that the majority of current simmers are only familiar with ts4

dkjfkfd thats the consensus everyone is coming to but i dont remember last summer being this bad 😭😭 it fully couldve been tho that was before i ever left my simblr bubble lmao

thank you sm!! ily2 🥺🥺💖💖

thank you!! like i am not an ea employee plz cut me some slack 😭😭 and im glad u like my dina🥺🥺 just gonna tweak her a bit to make her more like her previous iterations !

thank you!! and omg that is so exciting, good luck on ur legacy challenge! 💖💖

i am autistic so i rlly dont know wtf theyre talking about in regards to my tone, i just think im speaking normally lmao. and i wholeheartedly agree with what u said about black simmers, ive def seen other black simmers get the same hate and vitriol over their tone and its sick, and then everyone wonders why ppl leave and simblr “dies”, like its bc yall make it inhospitable

i love both of those things so ty sm! 🥺💖💖

thank you!! i’m doing okay, ty for checking in 🥺💖💖

DJKDFK ty! i honestly didnt think id get so attached to the dog people either 😭😭

NO SAME i forget im not like 16 anymore 😭😭 i recently came to the realization that its techinally legal for weird older men to hit on me and i havent known peace since ✋

i actually considered that! or adding that werewolf girl i made in cas a couple days ago bc im so attached to all of them sjddk the thing is id have to human-ify them bc the halabis are set in the boring real world 

TYY shes my fave townie of all time so ofc i had to do my girl justice 😌😌

thank u 🤧🤧❤❤❤

ACTUALLY when i was playing in that save i literally thought damn now i wanna play with ulrike and dina 😭😭 so maybe so 👁

this is so sweet omfg thank you sm 😭😭❤❤ im so glad ollie brings you comfort, shes one of my fave sims of all time for that same reason so its good to hear other ppl connect with her the same 🥺🥺 and omg sometimes i forget she has the klepto trait until she tries to steal shit 😭😭

[gunpowderdtim]

Talk to me about narratomancy? Just whatever you want to talk about it I'm deathly interested

!!!! Today today i had so many Thoughts. To many. It almost rivals March 2020 thoughts

So

My current running names for the four pillars of Narratomancy are as follows:

Universal Story

Narrative Role Filling/Casting Call

Story Echoes

Narrative Flow/Narrative Imperative

Each of these refer to VERY different things within the concept of Narratomancy. I will do my best to describe them. I have coined every term here but narratomancy, to which I believe the honor falls to @lucky-sevens

Keep in mind this is 50% theory, 20% headcanon, 30% canon, and that you do not have to agree with me.

Universal Story

Universal Story refers to the story of the universe, not stories in the universe, the story of the universe. In other words, the story of ‘Dr. Carmilla & The Mechanisms’

This section of Narratomancy is a tad more meta than the others, as it does in some form rely on real-world events to define it, as well as having little to no in story inpact on anything. Maki created the mechanisms universe, clear and simple. She founded the band, and hashed out the earliest lore. Dr. Carmilla is the main character of the universe, not of all the stories, but of the universe. Essentially, Universal Story refers to the fact that Doc C is the main character of the universe, and that the mechanisms are her side characters, in the story of the universe. I have taken to viewing it as doc carmilla stuff is the story of the universe, and the mechanisms is a spin off of that. Both are just as canon, but not specifically canon to eachother. Regardless, the universes story is Carmilla, from starting on Terra, to Aurora, through Loreli, into creating The Mechansims, all of that. All of that is the story of The Universe. The Mechanisms backstories are included in this, of course, because they are part of Carmilla's tale, not the other way around. Through this, I conclude that The Mechanisms are a spin off, focusing on the mechs rather than Carmilla. After all, The Mechansisms are a vessel for telling stories, for fleshing out the universe.

Narrative Role Filling/Casting Call

This refers to the mechs penchant for falling into narrative roles similar to troupes that they represent, or basically acting as a crutch for a story to continue. In OUATIS, Jonny acts as The Prince figure in sleeping beauty. He saves Briar. In being The Prince, he allows Snow's forces to attack cole, and win the war. Without that whole escapade, its likely the war would have stretched on years longer, and not have ended as it did.

Or, Ashes as Hades. What do mythological Hades and Ashes have in common? Hades was eaten by his father, Kronos, because there was a prophesy that told Kronos that his children would usurp him as king of the titans. Ashes figured out Mickey was the snitch, Mickey realized beforehand and lead Ashes into a trap. Killing them because he knew that they could ruin him. Basically, a parental figure betrays the child figure due to them knowing the child could ruin/destroy their position of power. As well as, if Ashes were not Hades, the Suits would not have met, and because of that the story of Ulysses Dies At Dawn would not have happened.

Continuing, while I am not nearly as much of an Arthurian legend person as I am a greek mythology person, some quick google searches revealed a similar similarity between Merlin and Brian. Basically, Merlin and the lady of the lake. She was basically his apprentice/a lady he was in love with? She basically betrayed and killed him after learning all out magic from him. Brian brought a priest back to life, only to have the priest betray and kill him. The tying together point here is clearly the "someone you helped betrays and kills you." That or, the fact they are both magical. Beyond this, If Brian were not on Fort Galfridian, Galahad would never have sought out the grail, and the entire plot would not have occurred.

In The Bifrost Incident, the Mechanisms do not take narrative roles in the way they did in prior albums. But this does not exclude them from being vital points in the story, after all, if Ivy were not present Lyf would not have been able to recover the data on the Black Box)

In all of these situations, (barring Jonny as The Prince) the Mechanisms have had some sort of connection point in the Roles they assume, as well as in their roles, changing the story so that it can continue to the ending presented in the albums.

Story Echoes

Story echoes are, to be blatant, simply canon. No argument, no theorizing, just canon. Refers to the fact that in the mechanism's universe stories 'echo' or basically repeat. In Kofi's fiction for HNOC, its shown rather blatantly that there are more Arthurs in this universe than just the one in hnoc.

In those burning instants, he’d feel the weight of it all, and know it was true. The golden age that never came; the city that stood at the dawn of a world instead of in its dying embers. And beyond – to a myriad of Camelots and a thousand thousand Arthurs, unfathomable worlds apart, each different, each fighting the same hopeless battle.

I know there are other examples of this, but they do escape me right now.

Lastly,

Narrative Flow/Narrative Imperative

This one is also directly canon. On the mechanisms blog, this post defines it rather well.

In the ask, the asker asks "...Do you heal injuries at an abnormal rate, or can you not be injured?"

In the reply, it is stated.

It depends on the narrative imperative - sometimes a Mechanism might die for a while, and only come back later when it becomes more fun, other times they’ll just heal/ignore wounds as they take them. It’s not something they can control, but tends to follow a rough logic of whatever works best for the story.

This is just canon, no arguing or stating otherwise. A mechanisms ability to heal depends entirely on what's best for the story.

Other examples in canon where this comes into play would be as follows:

GPTVTMK. In gptvtmk, Jonny's severed head is there. Is talks. It moves. In one of the fictions, it's stated Jonny cannot separate his heart from his body. Therefore, these are contradictory. Under normal circumstances, this would be a plothole. It is not here. Under narratomancy, Jonny was capable of being a severed head due to the fact that that would be best for the story.

OUATIS. Jonny walks through rounds and rounds of bullets.

HNOC. This example is a bit different from the rest, as it is not about a Mechanism. Galahad does something pretty fucking impossible.

And so Galahad stood and walked into the corridor. The guns trained on the preacher and opened fire. 

Say what you want about faith, but it can have powerful effects on those that have it. It can keep you from faltering as the bullets start to slam into you. It can keep you walking as your legs are shot to bloody stumps. It can keep you laughing as your lungs are filled with shrapnel and lead. It can keep you smiling as half your face is blown away. It can keep a man like Galahad standing tall until the guns clicked dry.

It is my belief that this is another example of narrative imperative. Under normal rules, Galahad could never have done this. But his faith, his beleif, kept him going. And that was good for the story.

So. That wraps up my narratomancy ramble for today. hope yall enjoyed.

*EDIT: Nastya does say it's nanobots. My opinion is: it's both. The nanobots are narrative driven <3

[lynxfrost13]

wah ty for the tag Remornia!!!

1. named after anyone? For my real name my ma named me after some princess or other + my dad agreed bc it was a US state too lmao. Lee comes from that so it also counts I guess?

2. last time I cried? Aw geez its been a good minute, I'm not really a crier

3. kids? pregnancy terrifies me!! I don't think I'd be a good parent and I don't really want kids (I do like em tho, they're fun! I'm just a pushover and would be terrible at being firm with my own hypothetical kiddos)

4. sports? used to be big into basketball, I wasn't good necessarily but I did like it!

5. sarcasm? I participate in it pretty often!

6. first thing i notice about something? uhhh for like physical things? Shapes i guess! With people I tend to notice nose shapes a lot??

7. eye color? hazel (the dominantly green type)

8. scary movies / happy endings? I like both, but my ass is a sucker for tragedy...

9. talents? art I guess? but thats more of a skill lmao!

10. place of birth? USA! u don't get state this time sorry

11. hobbies? art, video games, swing dancing, worldbuilding

12. pets? one single beaft hound

13. height? 5'4

14. fav school subject? english was my strongest and favorite

15. dream job? I'd LOVE to be a concept artist one day for video games n movies n such

@thewrldlooksred @bi-pan-whiteout @kestrel-wylde @star-ar512 @zazanyanya @yaoi-goth @dudelymantits and anyone else who wants to!! No pressure to yall who I've tagged ^^

Tagged by @vampvalerian , ty :>

1. named after anyone? My deadname was after my great grandfather but none of my chosen names are after anyone.

2. last time I cried? Unsure, I dont cry often.

3. kids? I would never want to give birth but i am not opposed to having kids if i found the right person / i would be willing to adopt.

4. sports? Used to be really into horseback riding when I was younger and did competitions. I wish i could get back into it.

5. sarcasm? I am very sarcastic but i sometimes struggle to understand when other people are being sarcastic.

6. first thing i notice about something? Word choice, the way they speak, typing style, etc.

7. eye color? Blue

8. scary movies / happy endings? I love horror movies where everyone is miserable.

9. talents? Drawing i guess. Music has always come very naturally to me but I can't read sheet music most of the time. I'd like to think I am an okay writer but i'm not really sure.

10. place of birth? New York

11. hobbies? Video games, drawing, autistic elopement, writing / rp, doing various crafts, researching things i'm interested in.

12. pets? 2 cats and 2 leeches

13. height? 5'4

14. fav school subject? Any kind of science (particularly life sciences). Fav class in high school was my forensics elective.

15. dream job? Forensic pathologist or pathologist assistant.

Tagging @malecius @lynxfrost13 @vampirephlebotomy @luvtm @pegasicore and whoever else wants to

[sammy-gvf]

We get along (for the most part)

Chapter One.

OC x Lee Bodecker

Warnings: None for now. Just some cursing.

Plot : The local rebel badass girl and Lee Bodecker have had run ins, lets see how it goes, shall we? 

MINORS DNI !!!!! Eventually this story will get 18+. I dont feel like getting in trouble because of you. Thanks a bunch. 

Evan Rachel Wood ( Across the Universe 2007) 

( personally in my head this is what she would look like but you can interpret her anyway you want!)

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My name is Margaret Lane, well Maggy. 22. Born May 2nd 1947.

The resident bad girl, don't worry, I gave myself that nickname.

I have lived in this tiny, middle of nowhere town my entire life. Same people, same gossip.  There's no escape. No matter how hard I try, something always stops me. I live with my parents and little brother here in Knockemstiff, Ohio. My parents and I have a mutual understanding of “you go to work and come home and then we don't talk”, which is fine with me. My little brother is the only one I can really rely on. He is 17 years old and he is really the only person in my family that I can really talk to. I mean, I have friends but they aren't living in the same house as me. Not yet at least, we are thinking about moving out all together.

High school is where I built my reputation, of course. Used to sneak around with Arvin Russell, which led me to meet Lee Bodecker. Sneaky ass sheriff used to follow my every move, making sure he took every opportunity to bust Arvin and I any chance he got. 

Had nothing better to do than to bust on teenagers who were sneaking out to their parents, what a loser. Along with gaining some parking tickets and speeding tickets along the way, we became acquaintances. Thinking about the future, I was dying to leave this town. Never got the chance to after high school, hopefully I will as soon as i'm done college. 

 I can say whole heartedly that I do NOT enjoy Lee's presence. That man memorized my license plate number. Stops me all the time, for no reason. 

Flashback 

It was a warm saturday evening, about 7pm. I had just got some college work done. Figured it was too nice to just sit inside, right?

 I get up out of my bed and put my school stuff in my bag, walking over to my closet to put on a pretty yellow flowy dress and grab my leather jacket, that'll go nice with the breeze coming in through my window.

I put my hair up in a bun and slip on some keds, something easy ya know? 

I turn off the light in my room and walk into the living room where I see my father asleep on the couch, I walk over to the counter and grab a little piece of paper and write “going out for a drive, be back soon” and put in on the table in front of my father so if he wakes up, he knows where I went. 

I actually have a lot of freedom compared to other girls my age, many girls my age are looking for husbands and/or their parents are trying to set them up with someone. My parents know who I am, I was so against having an actual boyfriend so I just slept around. Obviously, people at church got wind of it but I didn't really care, to me men are there at my disposal. I play the field for my own reasons. 

I grab my keys off the door in the foyer of my little house and head outfront. 

I head down the steps of my house and waltz towards my red little 1964 Ford Mustang. Worked for it all by myself. 

Getting in the car, I pop a cigarette in my mouth and light it up. Keeping the cigarettes in my car was my best bet, my father would kill me if he knew I smoked these things. Turning on the car, I throw in a Led Zeppelin cassette, immediately Whole Lotta Love starts playing. What a good song to drive to. 

I put my windows down and start driving down a long road where I know for a fact no one drives this time of night, partly because they are afraid of the sheriff, Lee Bodecker. 

Lee doesn't scare you, never has. 

Blaring music at high volume was what you  were known for in these parts and you could really care less about the time and how loud you had it. Music is a really important part of your self expression. 

Speeding down the road, cigarette in my mouth screaming the lyrics 

You need cooling

Baby I'm not fooling

I'm gonna send ya

Back to schooling

A-way down inside

A-honey you need it

I'm gonna give you my love

I'm gonna give you my love

 I smile and listen to the lyrics, I feel like such a rebel. People in these parts don't listen to this type of music, devil music they call it. They think it has some deep down evil meaning. I just shake it off, they wouldn't know real music if they tried. 

 I could just leave right now if I wanted to. Drive out of town and start fresh, no one would miss me. Except my brother and friends. They are really the only people keeping me in this dead end town. 

The cool breeze enters your hair and you lose your hair tie. Fuck. 

“ Damn It”  You say as you put the cigarette down and try to look to see where it went. It's nowhere in sight. 

“ I have to pull over to get this thing” you think to youtself. It's the only hair tie you own right now.

you light another cigarette and pull my car over to a slightly darker side of the road. You get out of the car and start searching for my hair band, it had to have fallen behind your seat. 

 Of course, you saw familiar blue and red lights pull up right behind me.

“Fuck me” you mutter as you turn around, shut the car door, kick the dirt under your feet and lean up against the car , patiently waiting for Lee to take his good ol time walking to me.

Lee exits his police cruiser wearing the typical uniform with the typical toothpick in his mouth.

You watch him as he slowly strides over towards you and You roll your eyes at him as he eyes you down, prick.

“Well, well, well, Ms. Lane. Fancy to see you here.” Lee says smirking and laying one hand on your car's trunk. You scoff at him.

“ Hands off the car, Bodecker. Thought you'd know better than to touch what's not yours.” You say looking over at him, taking a drag of your cigarette. Lee scoffs and walks over to you, taking the cigarette out of your mouth and crushing it with his shoe. Your jaw drops and you look over at him in disgust as he chuckles at your reaction to his doing.

“Pretty little ladies like you shouldnt be smokin these, could make ya look ugly” He says. 

You can smell the tobacco smell coming off him, the smell of mints sticking to his breath. He is a little closer to you now, you back up and grab your pack of cigarettes out of the cup holder in your car. Bending over, the sheriff gets a nice view of your backside for a split second.  

“Sheriff, I would like to respectfully say I do not give a fuck what a man thinks about how I look smoking a cigarette, I am not here for a mans enjoyment. Also, one more pet name and I'm telling your wife.” you say as you light another cigarette and the sound of Led Zeppelin is lingering in the background, Lee clicks his tongue and looks over at you.

“Ms.Lane, you have quite the mouth on you. Not very ladylike for a woman your age.” Lee takes his hat off and leans against your car. He lights a cigarette and stands there for a minute. You look at him confused and you roll your eyes. 

“Lee, besides bothering me, do you have a purpose being here right now?” You look at him and say while you take a drag of your cigarette. Lee looks over to you and laughs. 

“Well, I just seen a car parked all by itself on the side of the road and I was on duty anyways but then I saw your license plate and figured I'd see why you, little lady, are out all by yourself at this time of night.” Lee says throwing his cigarette on the dirt ground below him. 

You turn to look at him and finish your cigarette, leaning against the car still.

“ I appreciate your concern, Bodecker. I am just out for a drive and pulled over to find my hair tie, it came out while I was driving. Pulled over to look around for it, don't want my hair in my face while I am driving. Also, not a little lady. I am grown.” You say turning away from Lee and finding your hair tie, you turn to Lee while tying your hair up, smirking you say

“ Goodnight Officer,also don't follow me again, yeah?” You say climbing back into your car and you slowly pull away.

Lee stands there watching as you climb back into your car, the smell of your perfume in the air invades his lungs, dumbfounded, he smirks and laughs to himself. 

“Smart girl” Lee says as he smirks and turns to go back to his cruiser.

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You had noticed sometime down the road that there was a car following you with no lights on, you had just assumed it was some random person but with one certain lick of light you saw the sheriff's face in the mirror of your car mirror. Figuring that out, you went a little faster down the road and then you lost your hair tie, you knew what was coming. 

You look in the car mirror to look at Lee. He's already turned his car around and started driving the other way. You werent dumb, you know from the years of Lee catching you sneaking out and drinking and or having boys in your car as a young girl, he knows your moves. It makes you think he patrols these parts so he can catch you doing something dumb one day just to cuff you up and get some control. He never does. 

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 Two people with reputations in this town. 

 How bad can it get?

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Hi everyone! Welcome to my first fic! Lee Bodecker is quite the character and I have been wanting to write him for a while. Dont forget to leave some opinons so I can know what yall would want to possibly happen! Dont forget to like/reblog! It would mean the world. I am not sure about my posting schedule but itll most likely be once or twice a week! also let me know if youd like to be added to my tags so I can let you know when I post another chapter! 

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[baekguuuuu]

Doing Time

Characters: Baekhyun x Reader

Genre: TimeTravel!au, romance, fluff, mature content, a bit of angst at the beginning

Word Count: 14.2k (tf?)

Summary: Unable to forget the mistake you've made when you were younger, dwelling about it even a decade has passed. You have never thought that seeing the old polaroid shots you took when you were twenty years old could give you a chance to fix it, not knowing that it could possibly turn to a new reality.

AN: I posted this weeks ago and originally planned to make it into a series but I don't trust myself enough for a commitment like that so I decided to turn it into a oneshot instead. Hope yall enjoy. Stay safe!

When I was twenty, I made a mistake.

A mistake I wish I didn’t make. A mistake that irrevocably changed my life. Almost ten years have passed, and I’m nearly thirty—still, it haunts me.

I was young and naïve. Everything was a first; therefore, I was blinded by the fun and pleasure of being wild and free.

I look around my surroundings, examining the place. I may have reached my dream, I may have the money, but I wasn’t happy. Living in one of Seoul’s luxury high-rise buildings, I could watch and admire the lights illuminating the city brightly.

But it wasn’t enough.

Twirling the cabernet in my hand, I inhaled the scent of the Chateau Lafite before placing the rim between my lips to take a sip. As I allowed the expensive wine an investor gave me as a token of our partnership to burst into my tastebuds, I couldn’t help but think that despite having an extravagant life, I am neither contented nor happy.

If only my family is here to celebrate my success in life with me…

I shake my head—a bitter laugh escaping my lips. Not only does my mother despise me, but she probably cursed me to spend the rest of my life alone and unloved by most.

Of course, I had flings; however, it would end before things got serious.

A few acquaintances also tried setting me up on a blind date, but they also didn’t work. Most of them were blinded by money, and I am not stupid. It was easy to tell when people tried to get on my side for the luxury.

I was snapped out of my thoughts when the doorbell in my penthouse chimed. Tying the silk robe around me, I walked to the dark hallway. I checked the intercom to see a friend of mine, the only real friend I had.

Rolling my eyes, I opened the front door to let her in. I was shoved to the side as she began taking her stilettos off her feet.

“Geez,” I scoffed, closing the door behind me—following her steps to the living room. “Make yourself comfortable, I guess.”

My friend eyes the wine glass and fruit platter on the balcony. Her gaze then shifts to me, squinting her eyes. “I can’t believe you’re drinking without me.”

I ignore her accusation by rolling my eyes once again. I went to the kitchen to get a spare cabernet, handing it to my scowling friend. “Friday nights are spent with your fiancé, no?”

That made me think of the reason for the sudden visit. I raised my brows, scoffing as I inquired, “Is this another episode of Our Wedding Will Be Delayed Again Because His Parents Still Don't Approve Of Me?”

I received a smack on my arm, earning a groan from me. I rub the spot where she hit me. “Jisoo—” I sigh, “I told you how rich people are. Money is important to them. Business tycoons use their child as a token for business partnership, you know.”

“Well, you’re rich.” Jisoo retorts, eating a strawberry from the fruit platter I was having. 

I sigh, pouring her glass of wine. “I’m a new money, Jisoo. And you know my mother hasn’t cared about me for years. It won't matter who I’d marry.”

“Self-made, too,” Jisoo gave me a side hug, squeezing my figure. “And you’re self-pitying again! I told you that I’ll always be here for you even if no one does.”

I smiled, patting her arm that was hugging me. “I know, Jisoo. I know.”

Jisoo has been my friend since our Uni days. She’s been by my side through thick and thin. When no one believed in me, she was there. When my own mother disowned me, she was the only person who took me in.

We were seated on the balcony, drinking wine and eating overpriced organic fruits and cheese. I heard my best friend heave a deep sigh, making me look at her worriedly.

“Hey, seriously, what’s wrong?”

Jisoo smiled, though a bit sadly, shaking her head before taking a sip of her drink. “I don’t even know if he still wants this marriage to happen.”

That made me frown; placing my glass of wine on the side, I turned my lawn chair in her direction, hand reaching out to hers for comfort. “Did you guys fight?” The word again was at the tip of my tongue, but I managed to stop being too blunt.

“It was just a miscommunication,” she explains, “I accused him of not taking our engagement seriously.”

I pursed my lips as I listened. It’s always been like this: me being the good friend, a shoulder to cry on, pretending to know what advice to give when I haven’t been in a serious relationship. 

“And you’re right,” she retracts her hand from mine as she holds on her forehead—a bitter laugh escaping her lips. “Our wedding will be delayed again. Heck! There’s no definite date, honestly speaking. All he cares is for his parents to give their blessing to our relationship.”

I rubbed her back comfortingly as she cried her heart out. “Jisoo, everyone could see how much Baekhyun loves you.”

“But not enough to consider my say for this,” Jisoo chokes a sob. I had to walk to the kitchen quickly to get some water for her to drink. A soft thank you came from her lips when I handed her the cold beverage. 

I stayed quiet while I waited for her to calm down before speaking, “Do you want me to talk to him? Or his parents? His father seemed to enjoy playing golf with my loser ass.”

She snorted, and I laughed along with her. “Okay, first of all, you guys don’t like each other—” she points the finger at my face accusingly when I was about to deny her statement, “you hate my fiancé’s attitude—well, I love you, and you’re my best friend, but he’s not fond of you either.”

I snickered, drinking my wine. “Good.”

Jisoo rolled her eyes, though a small smile plastered on her lips. “I don’t know what to do with the both of you.”

“Anyway,” she continues, “His father adores you a lot. And I heard this from Baekhyun… that his old man thinks you’re way better than me as his son’s other half.”

I made a sour face after hearing her words, receiving a giggle from my friend. “I knew you’d react like that.”

“Jisoo,” I faked a shiver, not liking the idea of the head of Byun’s clan. “Don’t get me wrong, but—eew?” And Jisoo laughs out loud, despite the tears she has in her eyes.

I met his fiancé, Baekhyun, a few months after they started dating—almost three years ago. I was new in investments and stocks, running a business, and all that crap, but I knew who he was.

He’s the youngest son of a business tycoon who was constantly in the papers.

From stocks, oil, mining—they have it all. I tried talking to my friend about how messy it could be if their relationship went further, but she just waved me off, too blinded by her emotion to Baekhyun.

And perhaps, it was why Baekhyun was not fond of my existence. He knew how I tried to convince his girlfriend—now fiancé, to think their relationship through.

I knew it wasn’t my call, but I was worried for my friend. I was respectful and tried to be assertive and civil, but Baekhyun would bluntly show his dislike towards me.

Jisoo once forced me to a dinner with the guy, not knowing she was about to announce her engagement. I was surprised, nonetheless genuinely happy for my friend.

And when I was asked to be her bridesmaid, I heard how Baekhyun muttered under his breath: don’t you have other friends? I was offended, but Jisoo assured me that she already talked to his fiancé and chastised him. 

And that was the last time I saw him.

I rarely see him for business purposes. I could count the times we encountered each other in one hand.

My shoulder jumped a little when Jisoo suddenly snapped her fingers, making me shift my head to look at her.

“Oh, I just remember,” she stood on her feet, tears already gone in her eyes. She ran to the living room, retracting her purse she threw on the couch earlier. 

I was watching with curiosity when she went back to the balcony, a few Polaroid shots in her hand and—from what I could recognize, my old Polaroid camera that my beloved father gave me for my sixteenth birthday.

I gasped upon seeing them. Jisoo laughed softly, giving me the camera while she flashed the shots on her face. “My mom was cleaning the attic and found these.” She explained, placing the pictures on my lap. 

I smiled sadly, fingers fidgeting the ridges of the camera. “Please send my gratitude to your mother, Jisoo.”

It was almost two in the morning, and Jisoo passed out on the lawn chair. I looked at her helplessly, debating whether to let her stay the night or call his fiancé. 

I shake my head at the thought of speaking to him. Baekhyun is more of a stranger to me. I knew his name, his family, and small things about him that Jisoo would share. But other than those things, I don't know anything about him.

With a deep sigh, I let my friend stay the night. I shook her shoulder to wake her, but she swatted my hand away, mumbling incoherently.

“I can’t carry you to the bedroom!” I screamed directly in her ear, but she didn’t even budge.

I was about to slap her arm or whatever that could wake her up, but the vibrating sound in the pocket of her pants cut me off. I looked at my friend for a second to see if she’d answer the call, but to my dismay, she was totally knocked out.

I heaved a deep sigh, running my fingers through my hair before struggling to fish out the device from her pocket. My eyes almost rolled to the back of my head when I saw Baekhyun’s name flash on the screen.

“Well, hello there.” I greeted him as I answered the call.

He paused briefly, and then I heard him scoff from the other line. “Of course, my fiancé’s with you.”

I had to close my eyes, pulling the device away from my ear to calm myself. I internally groaned before exhaling deeply, letting go of my frustration towards the guy. “Yes, and I would appreciate it if you would take responsibility of your drunk fiancé.”

A scoff was heard again that made my fingers tighten the grip around the device. “And I would appreciate it if you start to mind your own business.”

I looked above the sky, asking for patience. “Very well, then. You either come over and take Jisoo home, else you want me to leave her here in the balcony, freezing her ass off, because you know—it’s not my business.”

“I would love to fetch my fiance,” I heard him say, his voice a little constrained.

I smirked, doing some victory dance inside my head. “I will text you my address, Mr. Byun. Good morning.” Then, I ended the call.

It was a struggle to unlock Jisoo’s phone. Her head nods off to the side as I scan her face ID.

I cringed when I saw how many heart emojis were on Baekhyun’s contact number. I tapped his name, and it opened the messaging app, giving me a glimpse of their daily conversation.

Ignoring the shiver that almost crept out of me, I started typing out my home address and sending it to the guy. And while I waited for his arrival, I decided to clean up the glassware we used.

It took him almost fifteen minutes to arrive, and I was shoved to the side when he came in the door, like what Jisoo did earlier.

“Some manners you have,” I scoffed, following his steps to the balcony.

I did not expect him to turn around and point an accusing finger on my face. “I have manners, but not for you. If you haven’t rubbed it on Jisoo’s face how our lives are different, it wouldn’t be this complicated.”

I gaped at him, slapping his finger away from my face. This is the first time we had a conversation that lasted more than ten seconds, and it’s pretty disappointing that it turned out like this.

“Don’t you fucking dare point a finger on my face,” I tried to push him a little bit by placing my hands on his chest, but he didn’t even budge. Instead, he took a step forward, taunting me.

“What are you gonna do then? Convince my fiancé to break things with me?” He raised his brows at me, smirking when he noticed how my orbs trembled in his presence. “Or you’d talk to my father and tell how I scare your ego.”

I was biting my bottom lip in anger, and I was breathing through my nose as I clenched my fist, wanting to punch his face so badly. Before I could do things that would probably send me to jail, Jisoo yelled our names from her spot on the lawn chair.

“Baekhyun, don’t you dare talk to my friend like that,” she threatens, sitting up straight so she can look at us properly.

I looked away and heard Baekhyun sigh, not saying a word. He walked towards my friend, holding her elbow gently for support. “Let’s go home.”

Jisoo was too drunk to walk properly, making her stumble on her feet. I looked at my friend in worry but met Baekhyun’s glaring eyes instead. Despite his gentleness to my friend, I could feel the hatred he was sending me. 

Jisoo kept stumbling on her feet, and Baekhyun followed her suit to catch her in case she fell over. 

My heart almost jumped out of my chest when the old Polaroid camera I placed on the chair fell off, making a thud when the object hit the ground.

I looked at the both of them, horrified. Jisoo, despite being drunk, saw what happened. She mumbles my name, her eyes wide open. 

Baekhyun looked at the camera and then at me. He looked apologetic for a second, but that look vanished into the air instantly. “I’ll replace it.”

Jisoo called Baekhyun’s name in warning, “That’s an old polaroid camera.”

“Just give me the model and I’ll check on Amazon or something.”

“Baekhyun!” Jisoo hissed. “That camera was her father’s!”

“Then maybe her father has more—”

“My father is dead, you asshole,” I said. A lump was starting to form in my throat, and my eyes were already brimming with tears. Baekhyun opened his mouth, but no words came out. Jisoo looked at me in worry—her eyes apologetic.

I shook my head, looking away. “Just go.”

Jisoo whispered my name, trying to calm me down. 

“Just fucking get out!” I screamed, walking away, then locking myself in my bedroom. As soon as my bed was in sight, I quickly jumped on it, burying my face in the pillow and sobbing quietly.

I couldn't remember how long I stayed in the same position, bawling my eyes out. My head started to feel light, and my eyes became swollen.

But I remember that I started staring at the Polaroid shots I took years ago.

Our old house. My brother was studying in the living room. My mom was cooking in the kitchen. My father was fixing our dining table in the garage.

I smiled sadly, my fingers caressing the picture of my father. He was smiling widely on the camera as he held a rotary saw. “I’m so sorry, dad.”

A tear escaped my eyes, rolling on my cheeks and then to the picture in my hand. My head hung low, remembering how my family was once a happy one, a grieving one, and sadly, an insufferable one.

I’ve never imagined my life could be ruined by the stupidity of my being intoxicated.

My parents never stopped me from going out, but one night, a friend from Uni suddenly called me, stating that they were already in front of my house. 

Come out, girl! Sungjae’s going to be there!

I immediately changed to decent clothing after hearing how a massive crush of mine back then was going to an acquaintance's house party.

My father was in the living room, watching the late-night news, when he heard my footsteps as I went downstairs and headed to the door. He tried to stop me, saying it was too late and a night without hanging out with my friends for once wouldn’t hurt.

I was about to comply, but when I heard a distant honk, obviously from the vehicle outside that belonged to my friend, I gave my father a quick kiss on the cheek and ran outside while my father yelled my name angrily.

A lot of alcohol, dancing, and making out happened that night. I was so blinded by temporary fun that the thought of my worried parents didn’t even flash in my mind.

My father called everyone he knew attending the same university as I was to drag me home. When he found the house I was in, he didn’t hesitate to throw my ass on the shotgun seat.

Someone might have given me something, some sort of drug or whatever, I wasn’t sure. I was not in my right mind when I attempted to steal the steering wheel from my father.

Instead of protecting himself, he threw his figure on me when the vehicle crashed into an eight-wheeler truck.

Since that day, my mother never looked me in the eye ever again—refusing to acknowledge my existence, while my brother stopped talking to me, pretending I didn’t exist whenever he saw me outside our house. I moved out despite not having enough money and nowhere to go. There was a hope, even a small one that they would look for me. But they didn't. My things were placed on sale in the garage not even a week after I left.

Fortunately, Jisoo and her family opened their home and took me in. They're a family of seven. Jisoo and her siblings were already sharing a bedroom. So, I lived in their attic until I graduated and signed up for a loan to get a studio apartment.

I’ve never seen my brother or my mother ever since.

I sniffed, rubbing my eyes with the back of my hand. I turned to another picture, the one that was a bit crumpled.

It was a picture I took when I was twenty. A photo of our family dog laying on the grass as my father rubbed his belly. I remember laughing so hard, sitting on our front porch steps while my mother cooked our lunch and my brother gave his Toyota Cressida a bath. 

It was the day before the accident happened. A sad smile spread on my lips as I lay down on my bed, still staring at the picture in my hands.

I could still hear the distant sound of our dog, my father’s laughter, the water hose as my brother cleaned his car, and the smell of the stew my mother was cooking. I could still feel everything from that day. 

Another tear rolled down to the side of my head as I stared longer, my sight getting blurry and the sound in my head starting to get louder. 

I shake my head, thinking it was due to the wine I had been drinking earlier. 

I went to the kitchen to get myself a cold glass of water. It worked when I realized how the sounds I was hearing suddenly faded.

I chuckled to myself, shaking my head, feeling a bit ridiculous from thinking some ghost must’ve been playing on me. “I’m getting crazy.”

I placed the glass in the sink with another gulp of water before returning to my bedroom. However, as soon as I opened the door, the distant sound came back, making me hold onto the doorknob for support when a sudden dizziness hit my head.

A laugh could be heard, and even though almost a decade had passed since I listened to that voice, I knew very well that it belonged to my father.

The gravity in my room seemed to be failing when I tried to step forward to my bed. My knees felt heavy, and I was feeling very nauseous. It took me a while, but when I finally reached my bed, I immediately sat on the edge, holding the side of my head as I felt the pressure getting unbearable.

My eyes shot open when I felt something flowing from my nostril to my philtrum. With a shaky hand, I touched the skin and saw how my nose was continuously bleeding.

I shut my eyes, feeling overwhelmed with the pressure in my head, the distant sounds I’m hearing, and my nose bleeding. I opened my mouth to let out a scream, to let out the things that were coming to me all at once, at the same time hoping someone would break in from hearing it and would help me with my situation.

But my efforts went in vain because all I remember was how my figure completely fell on the bed—head spinning, eyes closing on their own as I let myself drown in the distant voices I was hearing.

“It’s because she had been staying up all night, playing those stupid video games.”

My foot twitches a little when I start to gain consciousness. I heard a slap, then a whine from my side. I was still a bit dizzy and light-headed, but it was too noisy, and I’d like to see who came into my house when I passed out.

I slowly opened my eyes, and they were too blurry. I tried to rub the blurriness away but to no avail. I haven’t had this horrible sight since I got Lasik surgery.

I blindly reached for my phone near my head, but as soon as I moved my arms to the side, something was blocking me.

I immediately sat up and could feel my blood flowing in my body. I looked to my right and realized I was lying on a couch.

Did someone come in and move me to the living room? But my couch is white, and this is not my penthouse.

With my heart beating rapidly in my chest, I slowly turned my head to my other side, seeing three pairs of curious yet worried eyes on me.

I exhaled shakily, my bottom lip trembling as I recognized those eyes despite the hindrance with my sight.

“I told you she’s fine.”

A choked sob escaped my lips when I heard my older brother’s voice, followed by my mother shushing him. My hands reached to hold my brother’s face, pinching his cheeks. “Kyungsoo!”

I threw myself to my older brother, hugging him tightly, which I’d never done before. It felt surreal seeing him again in front of me.

As weird as it may sound, I’ve never dreamt of any of my family members since I moved out. I had nightmares, of course, of the accident, but never like this—seeing them again like everything was back to normal.

I felt my brother’s hands on my side, pushing me away from him, “You’re disgusting! Get away from me!”

“Are you okay, honey?”

Like a toddler waiting for her parents to be carried, I raised my arms to my father, hearing him speak. I cried even harder when he hugged me, asking me to calm down while my mother rubbed my back comfortingly.

“I’m so sorry, dad,” I hiccupped, soaking my father’s shirt with my tears. “I’m really sorry.”

“Hey, hey,” my father held my face in his hands, wiping my tears with his fingers, “what happened? Is everything—hey, look at me—are you okay?”

A laugh escaped my lips, nodding, “Yes, dad. I’m just having the best dream of my life.” I saw in my peripheral how my brother and mother exchanged looks, silently agreeing that I was somehow getting crazy. 

But I only care that even in dreams, I could be with my family again.

It was already late, almost midnight, and I was still in my brother’s room, browsing through his collection of nerdy books.

I heard Kyungsoo sigh, and when I turned my head to look at him, he was scratching his temple, visibly annoyed by my presence. “Can you go back to your room? I have to study and your constant humming is not helping.”

I rolled my eyes at him, plopping my bottom on his bed. “Our parents already threw me out of their room, and you’re gonna do the same? I’m hurt.”

He rolled his chair to face me fully, crossing his arms on his chest. “You’re acting really weird right now.”

“You’re weird, but you don’t see me complaining.”

A mechanical pencil hit me in the head, and I glared at my brother as I held the spot. “That fucking hurt, you dick!”

He grabbed a thick book and raised it in the air, ready to throw it in my direction. “I’ve got more, so go back to your room.”

With a huff, I stomped my feet on the hardwood floor as I exited my brother’s room.

I stopped by the hallway, admiring the pictures my parents hung. Everything felt bizarre, and honestly, I didn’t want to go to sleep, frightened to wake up in my harsh reality once again.

My room looks the same as far as I remember: the bed, the pictures, the posters of my favorite band on the wall, the study table my father made. I couldn’t remember the last time I felt so happy that I had to bite my bottom lip to stop smiling too widely.

I may have stared too much at the pictures that I was dreaming about my life a decade ago, where I was content and happy even though I did not have much. 

I know I told myself that I would not go to sleep; however, as soon as I lay on my bed, I didn’t even realize that my eyes were closed on their own because of exhaustion.

When I opened my eyes in panic, I was mad at myself. I wanted to live in my dream a bit longer. But when I noticed the glow-in-the-dark stars on the ceiling, Panic! At The Disco’s poster on the wall, and the cotton bedsheet my mom probably got from Costco, my heart started thumping fast inside my chest, and my fingers were numb. 

I tried to look inside the bedside table drawer and saw my old phone, a pink LG lollipop. I flipped the device open and saw the date. It was the day and year of the accident. 

I almost dropped the phone when someone knocked on the door loudly. “Get up! Mom’s calling you for breakfast.”

“Just a sec!” I shouted after swallowing the lump forming in my throat. 

Am I still dreaming? But how? I feel very typical. I feel tired and hungry, and I badly need to pee. And most of all, I'm starting to get scared.

I almost forgot how strict my mom was on meals. No phones, no newspaper, and no television during meals. I was fidgeting in my seat, and my father didn’t fail to notice.

“Is everything okay?”

I looked at him stupidly, trying to find some lame excuse to cover how my gallbladder was close to exploding. “Y-yeah, everything’s—I’m fine.”

His gaze was stern, looking through my orbs, but whatever was in his mind was left unspoken when he shifted his focus back to my mother to continue their conversation.

After breakfast, I returned to my room, clutching my head as I sat on my bed. I’m trying to convince myself that this is a dream and that I love every second. On the other hand, I couldn’t help but think that this dream was becoming too long, and I could feel things—pain, hunger, and exhaustion. 

“Not that I care, but you’re acting really weird and I hate it,” my brother suddenly barged in, making me jump on my bed.

He grabbed a chair and placed it before me before sitting on it. “Speak up. Did something happen with that Sungjae guy? I told you to stay away from their kind, they’re not a good influence to you.”

“What are you talking about?” I inquired, totally clueless about where he was coming from. I don't remember having this conversation with my brother.

He sighed frustratedly, “You’re acting really weird and—can you stop bouncing your leg!?”

“Sorry,” I muttered, stopping the movement on my leg. “I just really need to pee.”

“Then go to the bathroom, you didn't have to tell me.” He retorted, nodding his head to the door.

I shake my head, “I can’t.”

“Why not? Do you have some kind of infection down there?”

I made a face at him, “What? No! Why would you say that?”

“Then just pee!”

“I physically can’t!” I let out a groan, getting worn out with my situation. “What if I pee here in my dream and wet my actual bed? People are scary nowadays—it could get out to the media and I’d be doomed if that happens!”

Kyungsoo looked me in the eye for a moment, not saying anything, until he raised his brows, getting up from the chair. “Okay…? I’m calling mom—”

Before he could reach the door, I grabbed his arm and made him sit on the bed beside me. “This is a dream, Kyungsoo! You guys are just a figment of my imagination.”

He pulled his arm from mine, scooting an inch away from me. “You’re talking nonsense—no! Don’t touch me. We need to tell this—”

I had to run to the door to stop him from calling our mother. I was breathing heavily as I inspected my brother’s face, who was looking at me like I was a crazy person.

“So,” I swallowed audibly, thinking of how I should start explaining that this alternate universe is just part of my dream—or so I convinced myself. “Jisoo and I were in my house. We may have drunk some wine, and she gave me the Polaroid camera I left on her family’s house years ago. When I was left alone, I scanned all the shots I brought when I moved out, and this one got my attention. I started getting dizzy and all that shit. I collapsed, lost consciousness—then woke up… here.”

My eyes went wide, realizing what had happened—the weird, distant voice I was hearing before I passed out. I looked at my brother and saw him eyeing me in concern.

He uttered my name, walking before me to rub my arm. “I know University is difficult. It’s okay, I’ve been there. You start to hallucinate things when you lack of sleep and—”

“No—Kyungsoo—you don’t understand. This is the year 2010 and I am from year 2020!”

I had to block the door again when he tried prying my body off the wooden door. But I was persistent in making him listen to me. I promised to tell him everything—well, after going to the bathroom.

“So, you’re telling me you killed Dad?” Kyungsoo asked, smacking my head a bit harshly. In return, I slapped his arm, which almost turned into a fight if it weren’t for our father, who checked on us.

When the door closed, my brother gave me a stinky eye, raising his fist. “You should learn to respect me. I am older than you, and you don’t even call me oppa.”

I rolled my eyes, waving him off. “Go fuck yourself, Kyungsoo. I’m not going to call you that.”

He scoffed, “And here I am, listening to your time travel adventure. Go tell that to mom and dad and let’s see if they’d be calm as I am.”

“But I really am not from this timeline!” I exhaled, throwing my arms in the air. “If you can’t accept that fact, then I better believe this is just a dream.”

“You’re crazy.”

“And you’re useless.”

And it did turn into a fight.

Night came, and I stayed inside my room, sitting on my bed and staring at the phone before me. I’m waiting for a call from a college friend who invited me to the house party. 

I was biting my nails as I stared at the device when the door cracked open. I peeked through my lashes and saw Kyungsoo enter my room, closing the door behind him.

I made a face and heard him sigh when he walked towards my bed. I felt the mattress dip as he sat on the edge. “Are you waiting for the call?”

Without looking at him, I hummed as a yes. Kyungsoo had to pull my hand away so I would stop biting the nail on my thumb. “You’re going to bleed if you keep doing that.”

“In that way, I would know if this shit is real or I am really just dreaming.”

Kyungsoo opened his mouth to say something, but my phone’s ringtone blasted loudly in my room. My friend’s name flashes on the small screen at the back of the phone.

I looked at the device and then to my brother. He nodded his head to the phone, asking me to answer it. I reached for the device, and before I could flip it open, I turned to my brother again, “It’s party time! We’re in front of your house. Come out, girl. Sungjae’s going to be there!”

I saw how Adam's apple bobs in his throat when he realized I recited the phone call I got years ago. He grabbed the phone from my hand, answering the call on my behalf. 

“It’s party time! We’re in front of your house. Come out, girl. Sungjae’s gonna be there!”

Kyungsoo gawked upon hearing the words from the other line, and I let out a quiet sob as I realized that this might not be a dream after all. 

He ended the call without saying anything. He then walked to the window near my study table and peeked through the blinds, “They’re really here."

I sniffed, “I don’t wanna go. I don’t want anything to happen to dad, please—Kyungsoo, you need to help me, please.”

He paused for a moment before asking me to change clothes. 

“What—no! I can’t do that. Kyungsoo, please—you need to understand—”

He held my shoulder, trying to calm me down. “If you’re really from—as ridiculously it may sound—from the future, and dad really—” he exhaled shakily, “—if he was gone in your timeline, we need to change that.”

I blinked at him, not saying a word.

“I’ll go with you.” He said, patting my shoulder for assurance. “If dad stops you from going out like you said earlier in your story, you have my trust. He’s cool with us going out, so it’d be unusual of him to stop you.”

When I went downstairs, I saw my father watching the late-night news like he did years ago. I looked at Kyungsoo, who was waiting at the top of the stairs, asking me to go to the door.

I did what I was told, and my father immediately turned his head when he heard how my shoes creaked against the hardwood floor. “Excuse me, young lady? It’s late at night. Where do you think you’re going?”

Before I could say anything, Kyungsoo's hurried footsteps echoed in the house. He greeted our father with a smile, slinging his arm around my shoulder.

“We were actually invited to a party, dad.” he said, plastering a smile, “Don’t worry, we’ll be home before midnight.”

“Okay,” our father nodded in approval. “Just take care of your sister. If you’re going to drive, then don’t drink any alcohol, understand?”

Kyungsoo nodded, pushing me to the door, yelling: “We’ll get going now!”

Kyungsoo did not leave my side the whole time. I could hear my friends talking about inviting himself. If I were younger, I’d probably join them. But experiencing life, I realized how rude and immature that would be.

“Don’t drink,” he reminded me when we both turned our heads to Jisoo and a red cup in her hands. My friend hugged me, and I could smell the cheap alcohol reeking from her clothes. 

“Oh, hi there, not-so-big brother,” Jisoo greeted Kyungsoo, and I had to apologize to my brother on behalf of my friend. He just rolled his eyes and took a step back from Jisoo.

“Your breath smells puke and beer,” he stated, cringing in disgust.

Jisoo raised her hand in front of her mouth to test the smell of her breath. “It’s not bad.” she then turns to me, blowing right into my nose. “Is it?”

I had to hold my gag because it smelled like puke and a little bit of beer. But she was my friend who helped me when I had no one. I smiled at her, scrunching my nose, “It’s not that bad, but maybe a good ol’ cup of water would help.”

I grabbed to the kitchen, my brother following behind us. He knew some people around, being a senior student, greeting them as we passed by. I gave Jisoo a cup of cold water and made her sit on a kitchen stool before returning to my brother’s side.

“Didn’t know you were that close with Jisoo.” he pointed out, nodding to where Jisoo was.

I peeked over my shoulder to look at my friend, “Her family took me in when I moved out. I stayed with them until I graduated.”

Kyungsoo nodded his head, also turning to watch Jisoo. “Do you think we saved dad?”

I looked at him sadly. My heart dropped at the thought that we might’ve failed to change the timeline. “Should we go home and check?”

Without looking at me, he nodded, grabbing his car key from his pocket. “Come on.”

As we made our way out of the house, we bumped into some of Kyungsoo’s friends; some of them were from our uni, and some of them he met through mutual friends.

I was sure I'd never met his friends even before. We constantly bicker with each other and are always reminded to stay away from one another’s business.

I would politely smile when some of his friends would peek over my brother’s shoulder to see me, introducing themselves.

“Your sister’s really pretty, man.”

I had to roll my eyes from the typical college boys’ flirt starting pack. 

“She drools in her sleep and eats a lot, so stay away from her.” I heard my brother say, earning laughs from his friends.

I reminded myself that I already lived in a thirty-year-old's mind and body, a successful one, and would not let myself get affected by some immature college boys. They are stupid, I keep repeating in my head.

“Hi, there.” I was snapped out of my thoughts when I heard someone speak just a few inches away from my ear. I scoot away to look at the person who needs to be taught about personal space, but my jaw drops upon seeing the man’s face.

“Oh, ho-ho,” someone from the background laughed mischievously, “Baekhyun’s fast!”

“Yah!” I could hear Kyungsoo’s voice arguing with his friends. I only caught the word disgusting and sister because I was too immersed looking at the guy who was looking at me intently.

“I’m Baekhyun,” he held his hand out, and I took it as a respect, expecting him to shake hands with me, but instead—he lifted my hand to his lips, giving it a peck. “Pleasure to meet you.”

Oh, my Gosh.

Kyungsoo was eyeing me while I looked for the sanitizer he always keeps in his car. I opened the glove compartment, and stacks of papers fell on the floor, making my brother hiss angrily.

“What the fuck are you doing?” he roared, reaching for the papers and snatching the ones in my hand.

I muttered an apology before heaving a deep sigh. “I’m looking for hand sanitizer. I know you always have one with you.”

My brother exhaled through his nose, pausing for a couple of seconds—letting go of his annoyance—before opening the center console and throwing the sanitizer in my hands.

I immediately squeeze a blob, rubbing it on every inch of my hands and fingers. Kyungsoo chuckled in his seat, starting his car's engine before driving us back home. “Not fond of my friends, I see.”

I made a sour face, rolling my eyes at the thought of certain someone. “They’re cool. Except for that one—he disgust me.” My brother’s laugh boomed inside the car, making me do the same.

“But seriously,” I spoke, glancing at my brother. “How come you’re friends with that guy?”

“Who? Baekhyun?” Kyungsoo asked, eyes glued to the road. 

I hummed, nodding my head. “Yeah, I don’t like him.”

“Junmyeon hyung brought him one time when we went out for drinks, since then he’s been sticking around. He’s cool.” Kyungsoo explained. “And I don’t like your friends either, but you don’t see me judging them.”

“Whatever,” I scoffed, glaring ahead—particularly at nothing. “He’s an asshole in my timeline.”

“You know him?” Kyungsoo turned his head to look at me for a second, his eyes wide open.

I nodded, frowning at the memory I had before collapsing and reliving my twenty-year-old self. “He is Jisoo’s fiancé.”

“Was,” Kyungsoo corrected, earning a scoff from me. On the other hand, it made me realize that we might’ve saved my father, but we probably have changed something in the timeline.

My brother’s following words didn’t help with my anxiety. “We don’t even know if things will be the same again.”

I couldn’t remember the last time I prayed harder than I did the night we saw my father waiting for us in the living room. Safe and sound in his plaid shirt and washed-out shorts.

Kyungsoo reassured me that he believed my situation entirely, as crazy as it sounds, he said. He told me to calm down when he noticed I still had doubts about his words earlier.

To be honest, I am pretty scared. 

I was scared that I had messed something up in my present. I was scared that I probably messed up someone’s life without me knowing what it was.

I was scared that I would be stuck and unable to return to the present time.

I barely slept, with thousands of things running in my mind.

My figure almost fell from the bed to the floor with the rapid knocking on my bedroom door. I groaned, rubbing my face in annoyance. Turning my head on the bedside table, I saw the digital clock display at 6:17 AM.

I kicked the comforter away and grumpily walked to the door, imagining things that would make me stay in jail if I ever did it to the person who disturbed my sleep.

But my mood was instantly thrown out to the window, seeing my mother still in her sleepwear at the door.

“Mom?”

“Someone’s at the door looking for you.” My mother informed, huffing, probably in annoyance for waking up this early on a weekend. “Said that he’s forgotten something important about school work to discuss with you.”

I yawned while I scratched my cheek, trying to remember at the back of my mind if I was in some project during this timeline. But then, I remember how my brother advised me to keep my situation between us.

Giving my mother a soft smile, I nodded my head. “I’ll be down in a minute.”

I couldn’t be more glad when my mother didn't ask any more questions. Just a: tell your friend that I wake up at seven in the morning on weekends before retreating to bed to continue her sleep.

Brushing my teeth as quickly as I could, I went downstairs. My footsteps echo as I stomp heavily on the hardwood flooring of the staircase. 

I opened the front door and walked to the front porch, squinting my eyes to look for the person who was asking for me. But no one was around.

I groaned, displeased that when I could finally sleep, someone messed it up. I hugged my oversized college sweatshirt close to my body when a cold breeze passed through, turning around to go back inside where there was warmth, only to jump on my feet seeing the person perhaps I loathe the most in the world—standing there with a mischievous grin on his face.

“This is why we should never underestimate the power of caffeine.”

With my eyes wide open, I gaped at the man standing before me, who presumably hid on the side when I came through the front door.

Seeing my stunned state, Baekhyun chuckled, inviting himself to sit on the porch swing on the side. He gave me a smile I’d never seen before, patting the space beside him and asking me to sit. 

Throughout the time I’ve known him, he was only kind to me the first time we met and other than that time, we were just civil with each other.

His eyes twinkled brightly, regardless of the dark circle, obviously from lack of sleep (he partied that hard, huh?), and his smile—gosh, that smile, if he could only be this nice in the present time.

I cleared my throat, looking away. I crossed my arms on my chest before glaring at the intruder. “What are you doing here?” I didn’t intend to make it sound harsh, yet it became my typical tone of voice whenever his presence was around.

He looked taken aback by my question for a couple of seconds before shaking his head, his smile not disappearing on his face. “I was concerned last night,” he explained, “I didn’t mean to sound like a creep, but the window of your brother’s car is not tinted, and I happened to see that you looked utterly disgusted.

“Was it because I touched your hand?” he inquired, his voice was husky yet soft. 

I gulped audibly, not expecting the sudden confrontation. Though I was used to being dissed by some business people when I started, I found it difficult and unable to comprehend how to answer Baekhyun’s question—especially when he looked like a fragile college student.

Was he this really kind when he was young?

My attitude may be vile. However, I am not about to treat someone younger than me rudely, even though he's a couple of years older than me. Not when he was looking like a dejected college boy.

“I had a bit of drink last night,” Baekhyun admitted sheepishly when he saw how I stayed quiet for a good minute. “I was about to introduce myself decently, but you look stunning even with jeans, and—am I scaring you?”

I slowly shake my head, my lips trembling, and I realize that this is the Baekhyun I’ve known from being my best friend’s fiancé. The cold and rude a-hole to me for years was confessing how he finds me stunning and stuttering while doing so.

It felt like meeting a different person.

“N-no,” I sniffed, looking away to breathe some air where he was not visible.

We were silent for a while, me looking to our front yard, specifically at nothing, and him—I could hear how he was swinging the bench lightly.

My heart was thumping inside my chest rapidly despite my calm guise. A deep sigh was heard on my side, making me peek over my shoulder. 

“I couldn’t sleep all night, feeling guilty that I might’ve made you uncomfortable,” he stammered, “moreover, with my friends’ teasing.”

“N-no, it’s okay—I don’t mind the teasing,” I explained. “I didn’t mean to offend you with cleaning my hands. I just—” I let out a deep trembling breath, preparing myself for the white lie that was about to escape my lips. “—have things with germs… and stuff.”

Baekhyun looked visibly relieved, failing to stop a sigh. “That’s a relief.”

He got up on his feet, standing beside me. He smiled down at me, wiping his palms on the side of his pants before handing one out to me. “I’m sober now and would like to introduce myself properly this time.”

I looked at his hand momentarily before meeting his orbs, looking at me intently. He nodded his head to his hand, “I won’t kiss your hand this time.” he stated, making my cheeks burn in embarrassment. “Should I wash my hands first?” he asked kindly.

I shake my head, taking his hand in mine. I uttered my name as if he didn't know it. He introduced himself again, squeezing my hand.

“Nice to meet you.”

“What’s the problem with that?” Kyungsoo asked without looking at me, his focus still on his laptop. “Baekhyun’s cool. I won’t oppose it. If you want, I can vouch for him to our parents. You know how protective dad can be to you when it comes to dating.”

I grabbed the pillow under my head, throwing it toward Kyungsoo. It hit the back of his head, making him curse, and he picked up the object, chucking it back to my face.

I was about to grab something from his bedside table, but knowing my older brother, he’d probably throw a can on my head as revenge and would still live as if he didn’t almost kill me. 

I huffed, throwing my head back on the bed. I was quiet for a minute before muttering, “But he’s my best friend’s fiancé.”

Kyungsoo sighed, rubbing his eyes tiredly. He rolled his chair to face me, then used his feet to roll the chair to the side of the bed like an oar.

He annoyingly poked my arm with his toe, but I was too preoccupied to bark at him. Seeing that he got no reaction from me, he sighed again, lying on the bed beside me.

“I don’t want to add more fear to your anxious mind,” he spoke, “but what if the time you came from will not exist anymore?”

My breath hitched as I stared at my brother with my eyes wide open. “N-no…”

“I said if,” he insisted, “I know you love your lavish lifestyle ten years from now, but were you happy?”

I let out a deep, trembling breath, looking up to the ceiling as I shook my head.

“I know you worked hard. Ten years by yourself, suffering alone—I can’t even imagine myself disowning you even though you’re annoying as fuck, but—” Kyungsoo turned his head to look at me, raising his hand to wipe the tears that escaped my eyes unconsciously. “No matter what happens, I’ll always be here for you. We may fight over petty things, but I will never disown you. I got your back, always, because I know you also got mine.”

Before I could react, Kyungsoo sat on the bed, shuddering. “I’m disgusting—I can’t believe I let myself say those words.”

I smiled at him, realizing that no matter how much we bicker with each other, at the end of the day, it’s still us—we will always have each other’s back. His emotions might have gotten the best of him before, but I have never, even once, felt resentment towards my brother.

It took Baekhyun a week before coming back to our house—unannounced. This time at noon, with a bouquet of yellow roses in his hands, I excluded the excuse of the reason he was here: Kyungsoo.

My mother was giddy, inviting him inside the house with open arms. I was confused when she called me from my room, asking me to set up another plate on the dining table.

My father was stern with his question to Baekhyun during lunch, asking him about his university major and his plan after graduation. Baekhyun politely and confidently answered them all, making me think he was a good man.

However, when my father went overboard and asked questions about his family, I lost my appetite when Baekhyun lied smoothly, saying they have a small family business that keeps his parents busy.

Baekhyun noticed that I was a bit silent and started to poke my food with my chopsticks. Nevertheless, he kept his laughter and conversed with my family normally.

It was almost two in the afternoon when he bid farewell to my parents and did some bro-handshake with Kyungsoo. My mother asked me to see him outside before making Baekhyun promise to come over again for lunch—or dinner.

“You okay?” Baekhyun asked once I closed the front door of the house.

“Yes,” I answered, ignoring the worried look he was giving me. I tipped my chin toward his car, “Drive safe.”

I turned around, ready to get back inside, when he held my hand, stopping me from taking any step further. “Are you mad that I came by?”

I snatched my hand away from his, and he looked hurt for a second. “Why are you doing this?”

Baekhyun’s brows furrowed, “I thought I made it clear last time that I’m interested in you.”

I know I promised Kyungsoo that I’d try to live in the moment and not dwell on the timeline I came from, but I couldn’t get myself to like the presence of this guy, not when I had so much hate for him for years.

More importantly, I feel like I'm betraying my best friend and couldn’t get myself to do that.

“Well, I’m not,” I snapped, “so please, stay away from me.”

I didn’t wait for his response or reaction when I opened the front door, running back inside.

I think pretending and forcing myself that everything was fine took a toll on me. I fell ill and could not attend uni for a couple of days.

I’ve been trying to remember every single detail that occurred before so it would make things a bit easier for me, but mostly, forcing myself to do so just gave me a severe migraine.

Attending the lecture was easy. What made it difficult was realizing how awful my life was when I was younger. I feel terrible for my parents for how they dealt with me back then. They never forbid me from going out, but sometimes I got scolded because I’d been spending more time outside with my friends than with my family.

They were confused and somehow concerned when I’d been staying inside the house, reading, watching the news, and hanging out on the Nasdaq to check the stock market—out of habit.

I hear no complaints, so all is well with my family.

My mother gave me medicine for my cold and suggested that I rest. I had been lying on my bed for a couple of days, only getting up to go to the bathroom or change my clothes, but other than doing those tasks, I’d be in my bed.

It was late afternoon; I was asleep and a bit dizzy from the meds when my mother knocked on my bedroom door softly. I’m not much of a heavy sleeper; thus, with the door creaking open, I awoke, seeing my mother peeking her head between the spaces in the door.

“You have a visitor,” she whispered, knowing how sensitive I could get with loud sounds whenever I’m unwell. “Do you want me to bring him here in your room? Or should I tell him to come over next time?”

My head felt muzzy, which made me nod my head, telling my mom that I was fine receiving visitors. I closed my eyes before slowly sitting up on my bed, removing the fever patch stuck on my forehead.

When the door opened once again, I met Baekhyun’s worried look. He stepped inside before carefully shutting the door behind him. 

Baekhyun walked towards the bed, sitting on the edge. “Hey…” he greeted. I watched as he placed another bouquet of yellow roses on the bedside. His action was careful, making my heart feel a pang at the memory of our last interaction.

We were just looking at each other, me being shocked and him, a kind smile plastered on his face. He beat me to it before I could even ask why he was there. “I know you told me to stay away from you, but I was worried when Kyungsoo mentioned that you’ve been sick for days.”

I cleared my throat, looking down on my lap. “Thanks.”

I heard him sigh under his breath. Peeking through my lashes, I saw him looking around my room. “This is cozy,” he stated, turning his head to smile at me.

I feel horrible for how I acted before him, with my grudge against the guy who probably has no idea what our lives have been ten years from now.

I mirror his smile, nodding my head. “Yeah, it is.”

We did not say anything for a while because I had no idea how to start a conversation with him.

“Would it be rude if I ask for the reason you dislike me?” Baekhyun spoke, looking everywhere but me.

I looked at the back of his head, specifically on his soft, dark brown hair. “It’s not that—it’s just—” I sighed, “complicated.”

He threaded his fingers through his hair before looking at me. The strand of his hair bounces, making me bite my bottom lip. I just have a strong feeling of running my fingers through the strands of his hair.

He must’ve seen my reaction as he licked his lips to stop the smile threatening to be displayed on his handsome face. 

“I mean—” he had to clear his throat when his voice cracked slightly, earning me a snicker. He throws a playful glare in my direction before continuing, “We could be friends, you know? Get to know each other… or something?”

If I hadn’t lived in a thirty-year-old mind, body, and soul, didn’t become close with Jisoo, and if she didn’t get involved—moreover, got engaged with Baekhyun, I’d be quick to say yes.

“I—”

Baekhyun must’ve sensed I was about to say no because he immediately cut me off. “And please, I’d be glad to know why not.”

“Baekhyun, I—” I sighed, “I can’t—I—”

He raises his brows, though kindly, asking me to elaborate.

I closed my eyes, exhaling shakily. “Okay. It’s going to sound crazy, and you would probably think I’m crazy, but—” I looked at him in the eyes, and he nodded to indicate that he’d be listening to what I was about to say.

I took a deep breath, shifting on my bed a little to face him properly. “I am from year 2020.”

“—and after you ruined my camera, I went to my room, crying, then the next thing I know, everything was spinning, my nose bled, and when I opened my eyes, I woke up here—ten years ago,” I explained. My throat was parched, so I had to reach out for the water bottle my mother had given me earlier.

Baekhyun’s face was void of emotion; his brows were furrowed, but that was it. He didn’t say anything for a good minute, looking at me sternly.

“So, you’re saying,” he started, “that I was engaged with this friend of yours named Jisoo? And we kind of hated each other?”

I nodded, hoping he’d believe what I just said. “Don’t tell anyone, please, though Kyungsoo knows about it, too.”

“I—” Baekhyun suddenly stood up, dusting his jeans once he got on his feet. “I have to go.”

My heart dropped to my stomach, seeing how he practically told me to tell the reason, yet he looked at me like I was out of my mind—almost disgusted by me.

“You don’t believe me.” I whispered, and before my bottom lip could tremble visibly, I bit my lip, breathing through my nose to steady my heartbeat.

“I’m really sorry,” Baekhyun apologized, disheartened. He walked towards the door and held the knob, but before he could step out, I called his name, making him freeze on his spot.

“And you lied to my parents,” I added, unable to stop the tears from rolling down my cheeks. “You’re a Byun. You don’t own a small business and can’t fool me.”

He glanced over his shoulder as I wiped the tears on my cheek. “W-what?”

“Your father loves playing golf on Saturdays. Your mother used to be a piano teacher. You have an older brother who’s seven years older than you.” At this time, I was breathing heavily, almost panting. “You would have a corgi, and name it Mongryong.”

I haven’t seen Baekhyun in almost a week after explaining my situation. After apologizing, he shut the door behind him, leaving the house.

I went back to uni a few days after that incident. I still confine myself to my friends and rarely leave the house. Some of them are concerned, while most of them just simply don't care. It was awkward to sit with them during lunch; thus, eating outside the campus has been my routine—though I have to change this since my parents don't want me to look for a part-time job, and I am living from the monthly allowance they’d give me.

I tried getting closer to Jisoo; however, she was so focused on her studies and scholarship that she barely had time to hang out, except for house parties, which she loved so much.

It made me think that we would stay casual friends if it weren’t for the accident.

Kyungsoo, a senior student, is already in his internship so I couldn’t be with him around campus. I became a loner—it was getting miserable and alarming at the thought that I might be changing the future that I was used to living.

It was another day; my lectures had ended, and my friends had stopped asking me to hang out. They must’ve been tired of persuading me only to be told no every single time.

I just left the campus, walking to the subway to go home, when I heard my name being called from a distance.

I turned around and was surprised to see Baekhyun jogging his way to where I was standing. I grip the strap of my tote bag when he stands in front of me.

“Hey,” Baekhyun greeted, trying to smile his way out with the look I was giving him.

“What do you want?” I deadpanned, slinging the strap of my bag higher to my shoulder.

He rubbed the back of his neck, chuckling nervously, “Look, you have the right to be mad at me, but can we talk?”

My brows furrowed before scoffing, “What if I don’t want to? The last time you asked me to talk, you fucking walked out—"

“I know, I know!” Baekhyun snatched the bag out of my shoulder. He grinned slyly when I tried to get it back, bringing the bag behind his back. “I freaked out, okay? You can’t blame me! But please, I just really want to talk.”

I debated whether I should agree or decline his invitation, but with the pleading look he was giving me, I couldn’t help but sigh, nodding my head while he let out a girly yey! He placed a hand on the small part of my back and ushered me to his car.

Baekhyun brought me to a café, a few minutes drive from my uni, not forgetting to mention the line: they serve the best strawberry latte you could ever have.

He ordered for the both of us and as I expected, he got two strawberry latte and a strawberry tart to share. He looked so happy as I watched him take a sip of his drink, and when he noticed I was not touching the food and beverage he got, he looked utterly confused.

“Are you not a fan of sweets?” He asked, tilting his head a bit. He looked so adorable that I had to bite back a smile.

Instead, I laughed nervously, shaking my head a little. “It’s not that, but I’m trying to watch my weight.”

His brows furrowed, subtly inspecting my figure from where he was seated. “What are you blabbering about? You look great!”

I rolled my eyes even though my cheeks were getting warm from the compliment. “Whatever.”

I remember being careless about what I ate when I was younger, and I suffered working out and doing a fad diet just to get back in shape and look healthier.

But Baekhyun stopped whatever he was doing and propped his elbows on the table, intertwining his fingers before putting his chin on them as he waited for me to try the food he ordered.

I groaned, rolling my eyes again before grabbing the tall glass of strawberry latte and sipping on the cold drink. I had to stop the moan about to escape my lips when the creamy milk and sweet yet tart taste of the pureed fruit hit my taste buds.

“Good?” Baekhyun chuckled, handing me a fork to let me also try the tart. 

This time, without hesitation, I accepted the utensil and cut myself a piece of the tart, practically devouring the entire thing when I tasted how good it was.

The guy looked delighted when he saw how I finished the tart to its last crumb on the plate and slurped the latte like I was starving for days.

“So,” he spoke, and I had to look away from my drink to focus on him. “I know I was a jerk when I just walked out like that but—”

I was about to agree, but he suddenly rummaged something in his bag, pulling out an old notepad. He placed it before me, flipping the page in the middle.

“I wrote this when I was in sixth grade,” he pointed to the paragraph: I asked for a corgi for my birthday, but my father doesn’t like pets.

When I looked up from the notes, Baekhyun licked his lips, asking me to read another line he pointed out.

“When I get older, I will get a dog and name him Mongryong.”

Ever since that day, Baekhyun has always been sticking to my side. Asking about what the future would be. He apologized repeatedly when I told him how he treated me, assuring me that it would not happen again.

My mother is very supportive, always asking me to invite him over even though I stated that nothing was going on between us.

Kyungsoo was like, “suuure” when discussing it during dinner.

My father was worried, telling me to be careful because “boys will be boys.” Which my mother and Kyungsoo dismissed.

One night, I got a call from Baekhyun; flipping the device I grew to love again, I answered his call.

“Do you even have an idea what time it is?”

He laughs on the other line, and I can hear vehicles in the background along with his car engine,  indicating that he’s on the road. 

“And are you driving? Why are you using your phone while driving?”

He snickered this time, “Calm down, wifey. I’m parked outside your house. Do you think you can come out for a bit? Or should I knock and ask permission from your parents?”

I stood up, walking to the window facing the road. He is, indeed, outside. He saw how I peeked through the blinds and rolled his window down so he could wave at me.

“What are you doing here?” I asked, my phone squished between my cheek and shoulder as I opened the window.

“I want to show you something.”

“And that is?”

“A secret.” he laughed, waving his hand again, asking me to come out.

I rolled my eyes at him, though I doubt he saw it. “Alright, give me a minute.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

I hurriedly put on an oversized sweater and sweatpants before going to the bathroom to gargle Listerine. 

When I headed downstairs, my parents were both in the living room, watching the rerun of their favorite variety show.

“Where are you going?” My mother asked, seeing me heading to the front door.

I smiled nervously, “Uhm… Baekhyun’s outside…”

My mother nodded, smiling at me, telling me to be safe while my father scowled, “What does he want?”

I shrugged, “I’m not sure. But I won’t do anything stupid, I swear.”

My father was about to argue, but my mom called his name, reminding him they should trust me and that they both knew Baekhyun. I was let off the hook after my father made me promise to be safe and wise. 

Baekhyun went out of his car when he heard the front door closing. “Well, there’s my princess.”

I rolled my eyes at him, though the smile on my face just got wider. When I reached where he was standing, I gave his stomach a few jabs, making the guy grunt—pretending he was in pain.

“Where did you get this minivan?” I asked when I realized it was not the usual sedan he drives.

“Borrowed it from a friend that he borrowed from his mom,” he answered.

I gaped at him, but he only held my shoulder, urging me to get in the passenger seat. He closed the door when he made sure I buckled the seatbelt. While he walked around the car to get on the driver’s side, I looked behind when I noticed the backseat had been folded down, and blankets and a few pillows were neatly placed on the side.

“Impressed yet?” Baekhyun inquired when he saw me looking at his setup at the back of the minivan.

I bit my lip when our eyes met. His eyes twinkled in amusement when he didn’t fail to notice my cheeks turning red. 

“Almost.” I responded, earning a laugh from the guy.

He drove until we reached the outskirts of the city. He parked the vehicle uphill, where the city lights and mountains were visible.

“This is,” my jaw almost dropped when I got out of the minivan, walking to the edge of the hill to look at the busy city we live in, “breathtaking.”

Baekhyun stood on my side, his arm touching mine. “So,” he hummed, glancing at me for a while before appreciating the city's night view. “Impressed yet?”

I chuckled, bumping his hip with mine. “Try a little harder.”

Baekhyun opened the van's tailgate so we could lay on the blankets he had prepared while admiring the view. When he pulled out a bag of snacks, strawberry tart, and strawberry milk from behind the pillows, I seriously wanted to throw myself at him.

We were just talking about random things while eating the snacks he brought, our shoes on the side, when he had the idea of posing our feet with socks on, with the city lights as the background. He took a Polaroid camera from his bag, taking a picture of our feet.

He handed me the shot, and I smiled at how cute it looked. “You can keep it if you want.” I nodded my head, thanking him.

“Do you think our future would be the same? For example, me being engaged to your friend—well, you, being your awesome self once again.” he suddenly asked while putting his camera back in his bag.

I shrugged, “If you asked me weeks ago, I’d probably say yes. But now, I’m not sure anymore. A lot of things happened and I feel so insecure that I might not achieve what I used to have.”

Baekhyuh scooted over, his chest pressed to my shoulder, and his arm circles on my back. “I’m sure you’ll do just well.”

I shifted my head a little and was surprised at how close his face was, that the tip of my nose bumped into his. His orbs danced from my eyes to my lips, and before he could lean further, I warned him. “I just want you to remember that I’m almost thirty, living in my twenty-year-old self.”

He smirked, placing a quick peck on my soft pillows. “I’ve always dreamt of dating an older woman anyway.”

My laugh was caught up in my throat when he placed his lips on mine again, this time tilting his head so he could have better access to my mouth.

I moaned at the sensation of his tongue lining my lips, asking for an entrance, which I granted him—our tongue dances, battling for dominance that he instantly wins.

“Baekhyun,” I called his name when he hovered over my figure, trailing kisses to my jaw and neck. My hands were placed on his shoulder as he nipped on my skin.

“Hmm?” he hummed before placing a kiss on my mouth once again. “Should I stop?”

My head was quick to shake, to say no—I don't want him to stop. He smiled, leaning down to place his lips on my forehead, then to the space between my brows; he traced his kisses to the tip of my nose, both my cheeks, and the corner of my lips.

When he saw how I puckered my lips when I thought I was about to receive kisses on my mouth, he chuckled, pecking my pillows repeatedly before practically pressing his total weight on me, almost devouring my lips.

My hands were on his waist, caressing his figure over his hoodie. My whole body felt on fire despite the cold breeze on an autumn night. I slipped my hands inside his hoodie, touching his skin and moaning when I reached his torso.

Baekhyun pulled away from me for a second to remove his thick apparel, leaving his plain black t-shirt on. I did the same by removing my sweater, leaving me only in my bra.

The guy groaned upon seeing more skin, leaning down to nip my collarbone, hands cupping the underside of my breast.

My hands flew to his hair when he kissed the valley of my chest while he pulled down the cup of my undergarment. He admires my areola in dim, only the lights from the moon illuminating my perked nipple. 

“God,” he exhaled, “you’re so beautiful.”

My back arched when he put one nipple in his mouth, grazing his teeth, while his other hand massaged my mound. I shut my eyes when he switched to my other nipple to give it the same treatment.

When he was satisfied, he pulled away a little, sucking the skin of the side of my breast, marking my figure as his own.

He trails kisses down to my navel, the tip of his tongue playing with the outline of my belly button, making me whimper. The guy chuckles upon hearing the reaction he got from me, climbing up to meet my eyes.

His fingers brushed my hair out of my forehead before kissing it tenderly. Rubbing my cheek with his thumb, he stared lovingly at my eyes while I tried my best to keep my eyes open and catch my breath from his meditation.

“Why did you stop?” I asked, lowering my voice so it came out as a whisper.

Baekhyun smiled at me before bending his head to kiss my lips. “I just want to make sure you want to do this.”

I blinked at him, realizing that we were an inch close to having sex. Do I want to do this?

I am sure this will impact my best friend, Jisoo, but I remember what my brother told me: try to live in the moment.

I gulped, almost audibly, nodding my head to Baekhyun. “Yes, I want to.”

I didn’t know Baekhyun’s smile could get more expansive, but it did. He kissed me before speaking, “But we have another problem?”

I propped on my elbow, giving him a confused look. My brows furrowed, I asked, “Is there something wrong?”

My heart was rapidly beating in my chest, and my stomach felt churning at the thought that he might’ve found my naked body unappealing and all that stuff. 

But what came out of his mouth was totally unexpected.

“I’m not the type of person who sleeps with just a random person.” He stated, giving me a cheeky grin.

I rolled my eyes at him, slapping his chest from his teasing. “Okay.”

“Okay—what?” he pressed, rubbing his nose with mine.

“I’ll be your girlfriend.”

Baekhyun was quick to push his pants down a little bit, just enough to pull out his erection. With my lip stuck between my teeth, I reached down, stroking his length gently.

“Fuck,” Baekhyun grunted, his arms finding their way to the side of my head while his head nuzzled my neck. “Keep going.”

Instead of listening to his request, I sit up, pushing his shoulder to lie on his back while I crawl on his bottom. He lifted his hips when I struggled to pull his pants away from his hips.

“Oh, God…” Baekhyun pleaded when I circled my tongue on his tip, putting much pressure on the slit. He couldn’t help but thrust his hips when I took his length entirely. 

I glared at him, but he just held the back of my head, urging me to continue my action. I felt it throbbing inside my wet cavern when I started bobbing my head up and down.

Baekhyun groaned, whispering my name when my hand started pumping his base and my mouth sucking his tip harshly. 

He caressed my head as he sat up, his eyes locked with mine. “I’m close.”

I pulled away from his tip, traveling down to his balls to give them kitten licks while my hand went faster on pumping his length. He let out a long, throaty groan, thrusting his hips when he shot his cum all over my face.

My mouth went back to his tip, wanting to suck his load up to the last drop. He had to pull my head away from his shaft from oversensitivity. 

I couldn’t help but laugh seeing his messy state. His head was thrown back to the pillow with his eyes closed, chest heaving to catch his breath.

He let out a grunt when I sat on his waist, diving to his mouth to shower the corner of his lips with kisses. 

“That was—” he huffed, “the best blowjob I’ve ever gotten in my life.”

I let out a giggle before pulling the string of my sweatpants. Baekhyun helped pull the garments away, and his eyes focused on my bare womanhood as he did so.

He lifted my hips so he could rub my folds with his thumb. “Shit, baby, you’re so warm and wet.”

My eyes closed on their own, enjoying the sensation of his finger rubbing my folds; I nodded my head, moving my hips along with his fingers.

“That feels so good.” I remarked.

My eyes opened when he pulled his fingers away all of a sudden. I glared at him, making the male smirk from my neediness.

“Relax, baby.” he cooed, his hand on my ass, pushing it forward to his face. “I want to eat you out.”

I quickly peck his lips, shaking my head. “Maybe next time, okay? I need you inside me, please.”

I don’t know if it was my plea to him, but his movement was quick when he lined his tip to my entrance.

Without wasting any second, I sunk into his shaft. I moaned in pain and pleasure, forgetting that my body was a twenty-year-old young woman who had only experienced sexual intercourse once, and that was two years ago.

“Oh, baby,” Baekhyun groaned, his eyes on me. “Are you okay?”

I nodded my head, pushing my hair out of my face. I started to bounce up and down, then grind on his shaft, savoring every inch of it.

I whimpered when I felt my walls tightening. Baekhyun was feeling it, too, as he closed his eyes, drowned in the pleasure of me riding his length.

I let out a quiet scream when I slammed down on his length, my muscle convulsing as I reached my climax. I could feel Baekhyun pulling out, pumping his length to reach his as well.

I moaned at the sensation when he shot his cum on my thigh. I forced myself to open my eyes to look at his face. His mouth was agape, and his eyes shut closed as he let out a groan.

I smiled at him when our eyes met, connecting our lips to elongate the feeling of our lovemaking.

We helped each other dress, laughing out loud whenever our heads bumped on the vehicle's roof.

Baekhyun let me lie on his chest while he played with my hair. He was humming a calming tune, making me close my eyes—slowly drifting off to sleep. However, before falling asleep, I heard Baekhyun mumble something.

“No matter what happens, I’ll embrace the future, as long as you’re with me.”

My muscles twitch, making me open my eyes in shock. Seeing that it was still dark, I was about to close my eyes again, but the soft sheet I was lying on felt too familiar, yet it was not what I was expecting.

I was aware of the cotton material of Baekhyun’s hoodie when I let my head lie on his chest. I could still even smell his cologne on my nose. Blinking the sleep away from my eyes, I sat on my bed, inspecting the place.

I held on my forehead, feeling like crying and laughing at the same time, when I realized why the sheets were familiar. The Polaroid shots were scattered on my king-sized bed, and the dried blood on the sheets was probably from my nose.

I shake my head, failing to hold back a sob. “This is stupid.”

I walked to the bathroom to clean my face. I was too immersed in the disappointment that I failed to notice the objects in the bathroom.

People say that it sucks to fall in love with a person and then experience heartbreak, especially when you’ve been with that person for a long time. All left are your memories with each other.

But you know what sucks more?

When you just realized that you fell in love with that person, when your feelings had just started, and thought you had already forgotten what it’s like to be loved as a woman, it was just a ridiculous dream.

I cried as I tied the silk robe around my body, heading to the kitchen for a cold glass of water.

The whole penthouse was dark, yet I knew my place better than anyone else, and I could walk around the area even with my eyes closed.

However, something in the living room caught my attention before I could even reach the kitchen. I stopped in my tracks, squinting to see what it was.

I slowly walked to the wall where a bunch of string with Polaroid shots were clipped onto. I did not have this before. My breath was caught in my throat when I felt little paws on my legs. I looked down to see what it was and saw a silhouette of a chubby dog with short legs, wanting to be pet and carried. 

I snapped out of my trance when it barked loudly and echoed across the flat. My hand reached for the light switch, turning it on—at the same time, hearing a beeping sound from the door, indicating that someone entered the code of the front door.

The panting corgi finally descended on his feet, running to the front door and barking excitedly. My eyes were wide, anticipating to see who entered my penthouse when a photo caught my attention.

My bottom lip trembled when I recognized what it was, a soft sob coming from my lips.

Then I lifted my left hand, seeing a ring on my fourth finger. I shut my eyes, hugging the Polaroid on my chest as I let out a sob.

“I’m home!” Before drifting off to sleep, the last voice I heard boomed around the house. “Who’s a good boy? Did you behave, or did you give mommy another headache, huh, Mongryong?”

I wipe my tears messily with my hand, looking at the Polaroid again, admiring the two pairs of feet with socks on, the view of the city beautifully displayed in the background.

“Love? Are you crying? Why—what happened? Are you ok—”

Before Baekhyun could finish his sentence, I threw myself to him. Hugging his neck tightly, wailing like a child.

His arms quickly wrapped around my back while he tried to calm me down. “Shh… hey—look at me—what happened? Are you hurt? Did Mongryong chew another of your shoes again?”

I shake my head, crying and laughing at the same time. He pushed my figure away from his gently, holding the side of my face as he wiped my tears with the back of his hand.

“Why are you crying?” he asked, brows furrowed, obviously worried. I handed the photo to him, and he looked at me, bewildered. “What—”

His eyes went wide when he began to realize what was happening. He looked me in the eye, and I nodded to confirm his assumption. He let out a deep, trembling breath, grabbing the back of my head onto his chest.

He buried his nose in my hair, his voice coming out as a whisper, “Welcome back, baby.”

This, indeed, is a lovely welcome for my new reality.

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Reasons High Boom thinks you should read my main fic The Workd We Dream About (or WW if yy ask drunk Clara)

Aang shsres that they are non-binary in chapter eleven and there will be at least one more explicit exploration of their feelings with gender

Mai/Suki/Ty Lee 👀

My IC is actually a monarch I love them sm and you will to

Zuko does sir in sokkas lop and it’s very fur which was supposed to cay cute but I can’t type

I know my food plot line is fucked up but like it’s kinda interesting and will be fun to watch develop 👀

Duck Ozai all my homies hate zoia but he do make a good storyline thho

It’s really hard not to let surocrorect fix my midtakes so I have this pecficislly clickw so it doesnt which is fun

Ooo I forgot about azula

Lowkey proud of myself azula which is impressive cause when I starred I was like wtf wtf wtf

But she’s got a bit of that cute teasing Zuko streak but then she’s way too possessive of kai and ty lee and you can see a bit of how she’s mayhaps choosing to “cope” with Ozai

And the soecifics of gettingg her help are inq progress but what iw do know is :)))

Dadkoda dadkoda dadkoda

I really have a good number of very self-indulgent found fam scenes (specifciallly Zuko and Hakoda or Zuko and gran gran)

TOPH MY AROACE QUEEN

I knew I was forgetting someone lol that was who

She’s mostly just Persephone and bully Zuko and be aroace but I’m trying to get a smudge of her parent shit in the spotlight. Potential plot line if her running away For Real this time (but like. To iroh’s or something lamo). We shall see

Hadestown is gonna end in like 3-4 chapters but there will continue to be occasional references/lyrics/parallels

Fuck it yall it’s all for the character development yknow?