#unless i messed something up! a + turned into a - by accident somewhere in the middle of the equation

[i-havenothingelsetopost]

genuine question, do you like maths?? i have a vague feeling i saw your post of tags or something that said something about it but i cannot figure out if it was in fact you or if it was even positive ahahah

Yeah that was me! I don't go looking for math problems, but when I happen to do them, I tend to enjoy it. Wasn't always this way — elementary school math was about speed and memorization and I hated that — but I had a really good teacher in upper secondary school, and it became about creative problem solving. It feels the same as writing a poem in meter or managing to untangle a really bad knot in a ball of yarn.

[gay-dorito-dust]

aaa ok hear me out on this. So I'm pretty sure you've mentioned that darling is one of Damians go-to petnames for his s/o. What about a little thing where his s/o normally will call him by his name but they end up calling him darling by accident? My english is terrible so sorry if this doesn't make much sense 😭

‘Where could it be.’ Damian muttered to himself as he practically tore his bedroom apart with his bare hands. ‘The stupid thing couldn’t have gotten that far.’

Damian had lost where he had placed his art pencils and couldn’t quite recall where he left them either, which was unlike him as he always had excellent recollection in the whereabouts of his and others belongings. Today however it seemed as though no matter how hard he racked his brain, Damian just couldn’t remember where he last left those stupid -yet expensive- set of charcoal pencils.

‘Tt, this is getting ridiculous now,’ Damian said to himself as he wiped the sweat from his brow that had accumulated from searching high and low for art supplies, ‘it’s not as if they could’ve grown legs and walked off somewhere.’ It wasn’t until that moment did Damian realise that you had came back from your trip to the kitchen for a snack as you stood in the doorway of his room, looking at the mess that you were certain wasn’t there beforehand.

‘Damian, what’s going on here, it’s not like you to just turn your room into a pig sty just because you felt like it.’ You told Damian as you stepped into the room, suspecting the mess before looking back at your boyfriend who was usually good at keeping his room tidy and well organised, but the heavy pout on his lips and the furrow in his brow told you that there was a reason to the sudden mess.

‘I can’t find my charcoal pencils.’ He replied shortly, crossing his arms over his chest.

‘Well you’re certainly not going to in this mess.’ You retorted sarcastically, causing Damian to scoff, ‘why didn’t you try and recall the last place you put them.’ You added, trying to be helpful in this situation.

‘I did but they weren’t there.’ Damian tells you as he went back to tearing apart his room to search for his missing art pencils when something out of the corner of your eye caught your attention; it was Damian’s charcoal pencils, peaking out slightly from his bag alongside his sketch pad and paintbrushes. It wasn’t easy to spot but they were there and it was a surprise to you that Damian hadn’t seem to notice this at all, but that’s what made the entire situation just that little bit more hilarious then it should’ve been.

‘Damian.’ You called.

‘Not now y/n.’ He replied, heavily focused on finding these stupid pencils before he had to head off for school.

‘Damian.’ You tried again, now holding his bag in your hand, getting ready to show to him for when he looked up from under the bed.

‘Tt. Unless you’re going to help me, don’t distract me from-‘

‘I found your art pencils darling.’ Your voice cuts Damian off completely, leaving him taken aback but it wasn’t because you had found his pencils as he scrambled out from under his bed and stood up to see you holding his bag, which did indeed have his charcoal pencils in upon closer inspection.

‘What?’ You asked upon seeing his face.

‘What did you just say?’ Damian said.

You made a face and raised the bag a little higher. ‘I found your charcoal pencils?’ You replied albeit confused and a little worried that something was wrong with your boyfriend, did he hit his head as he was getting himself out from under his bed? You weren’t quite sure as you didn’t hear anything that could indicate that being the case.

‘Not that,’ Damian snipped, the search having left him feeling exhausted, agitated and embarrassed, ‘after that.’

‘I said Damian.’ You told him, your concern growing stronger the longer this went on.

Damian groaned as he ran a hand through his hair. ‘Darling, you called me darling.’ He spat out as a silence befell you both as the realisation sat in for you, meanwhile Damian was looking away from you with slightly flustered expression.

‘Oh.’ You said after a while. ‘Do you…do you hate it?’ You then asked as you looked down at your feet, finding them to be the most interesting thing in the room right now as your heart went crazy within your rib cage. Pet names weren’t new for either of you but you didn’t use them on a regular occurrence like regular couples, sure Damian called you darling or treasure but that was mainly behind closed doors or as little people as possible, but other then that you’ve rarely used them in any other context.

‘No, my treasure I didn’t hate it,’ Damian said softly as he managed to compose himself enough to walk over to you and take his bag from your hand, putting it on the bed before taking your hands in his, ‘I was just taken aback that is all.’ He reassured you by pressing a gently kiss to your forehead. If anything Damian liked it when you called him darling, it sent his heart a flutter and ignited a fire within his soul as his entire body grew warm by a simple pet name from your lips, however this was something he was yet to be comfortable in admitting to you in confidence but he will one day.

‘Does that mean I can call you it more often?’ You asked, already making up future scenarios where that would be the case within your mind in hope of seeing that very same flustered expression on across his face once more.

‘If you must, please do so in places where my siblings are out of range to hear.’ Damian said, smiling softly as you beamed in happiness, this was what he lived to see every day of his life, just you being extremely happy and happy with him; Something he hoped that he could continue to make you far into the future you shared together.

‘Deal.’ You said as you pressed a kiss to his cheek. ‘Darling.’

[2-dsimp]

So, I discovered your blog courtesy of Nokka, and as someone who is one hundred percent a nerdy homebody that doesn’t like going out unless it’s for very very specific reasons- (Aka. Once every six or so months to hit up the mall for the stuff I can’t get online or when my bestie is in town and I wanna catch up with them. Or work.) I am ok with being a house wifie!

That said, I was wondering about boundary setting with Nokka. Could him and his Darling sit down and have a conversation if something was bothering each other? Or better yet, if Darling was just not in the mood for a roll in the hay one night and just wanted cuddles, would Nokka be ok with that?

Sorry if this is a silly question or has already been answered somewhere! I hope you have a good day!

Cw: wifey reader! Suggestive, Sexism, controlling behavior

Boundary setting with your yandere husband! Can be very easy and difficult at the same time. It really depends on the conversation being had. He’s a very direct and straightforward man who doesn’t beat around the bush. As he made it clear that you’re not to be anything other than his stay at home wife.

1. You can’t have a job.

2. You can’t take any form of birth control. Unless he allows it.

3. You can’t have a normal social life/stay out late with friends(who of course have to be female only)

4. You can’t go outside alone without him beside you, (unless your doing menial tasks like grocery shopping/stocking up on house supplies).

Though Nokka would still be defensive about letting you leave the house. Since he’d argue that he could just order grocery delivery on his app. So you’d literally have to butter him up enough to let you go outside.

Overall you’re not allowed to do most things an independent women would be able to do under his jurisdiction. He expects you to clean, cook, and take care of his sexual needs. As a woman should for her husband.

If his wife anit feeling well enough for him to breed then he’d gladly opt for cuddles. At the end of the day his wife is his priority. However, if you ever turn him on even if it’s by accident. He’d think you’re messing with him, blaming it all on you. As he proceeds to fuck you outta commission for being a so called tease.

[cupids-chamber]

LEAVING LIPSTICK MARKS/STAINS ON THEM, that they don't notice until someone points them out..

GENDER NEUTRAL READER A/N: Don't simp at 3-4am darlings, it does things to you.. this is exhibit A.

IMAGINE leaving lipstick stains on RIDDLE'S neck, collarbone, or maybe on his uniform by accident, just imagine his flushed reaction as someone points it out, he didn't expect this to happen. He's probably to flustered, trying to figure out a reasonable excuse, but what was he going to say anyways, 'These lipstick stains are from a mosquito—', Heartslabyul isn't stupid nor naive, I can just imagine the sheer amount of teasing Riddle has to go through after this event.. he'd probably recheck his neck and certain parts of his uniform, before dressing for the day, from now on.. what's worse is that his dorm uniform is white, so it would be more than visible, no matter the shade of lipstick you choose to wear, hell is ace wanted, he'd probably be able to realize the slightly tinted shade of lip gloss, just so he could get back at Riddle a little bit, for all the he was collared previously.

OK, now the same concept but with VIL, he'd probably manage to notice the stains and lipstick marks beforehand, but what if he hadn't, maybe it's early morning.. maybe he's still finishing his routine.. or MAYBE... it's Rook who notices, think about it, what if you had left a mark, PERFECTLY hidden from view or public's gaze, somewhere only Vil would've noticed, like on his upper back, something that can be covered, yet Vil wouldn't notice unless he faced his back on something.. but if anything, ROOK WOULD NOTICE IT, the self proclaimed lover of all things beautiful, Rook with his observant nature and striking extinct would most certainly notice, and point it out to Vil.. and if only you were there to see Vil's perfectly composed face crack into that of embarrassment, as he made a quick, plausible excuse.. after all he wasn't an actor for nothing..

OK OK OK, this scenario with IDIA, oh my god.. think about his reaction, Idia wouldn't notice till someone on call points out a mark on his neck, and of course he uses it as an excuse to further keep his camera on.. only to find out.. it was a lipstick stain, oh his hair would be pink on it's corners as he'd most likely turn into a flustered mess.. I can see it now, Idia coming back on call trying his best to compose himself, a part of him didn't want to remove the mark..

MALLEUS, just.. imagine it, a tall, intimidating, powerful dragon, with a lipstick stain on his neck.. that Lilia would probably never point out, as he finds the ordeal priceless, and Sebek would literally be too stunned to speak.. Imagine the amount of SHEER CONFIDENCE, a typical Diasomnia student would have to gather, to face your beloved.. and point out the VERY OBVIOUS MARK. All I can imagine is Silver pointing it out, once he's awoken from his nap.. I can see Malleus getting flustered over this incident pretty easily, just flushing red and getting embarrassed, at least he's not in front of you like this, right now.. he didn't like the idea of you having the upper hand in teasing him this time around, Lilia will already bring this situation up for years to come.

And finally, SILVER.. He'd probably never notice, just falling asleep going about his day, and much like Malleus's dilemma, Lilia wouldn't point it out for Silver either preferring the teasing rights he'll get out of this afterwards. Silver probably finds out, when Sebek see's the stain and blurts it out with much of a thought, rather loudly mind you, thankfully no one was around.. and the two men just stared at each other awkwardly.. Thank God only Sebek saw him in such a dilemma.. he hopes.

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[melanieph321]

Ruben Dias x Reader - Not Ready Part 8/12

18+

Part 9 and Part 10 are out on my Patreon!

Readers sister dies in a tragic car accident, leaving reader and her boyfriend Ruben in the urgent custody of her niece and nephew. Readers' life is suddenly flipped upside-down since having children hadn't been the plan for her and Ruben's life together. At least not now, when his football career was reaching great new heights.

Enjoy! 💞

Ruben's parents were coming all the way from Portugal to visit you this week. It would be their first time meeting Emmy and Vale and it was safe to say that you were a nervous wreck.

Ruben was also a nervous wreck, but for other reasons entirely. He recently suggested that the two of you needed to hire a housekeeper to clean up his apartment, and to handle the cooking....and grocery shopping. And if they were willing — the entertainment of the children.

"So, a nanny basically?"

"Not a nanny." Ruben argued, hearing the irritation in your voice. A pause. "Okay a nanny."

"Why would we hire a nanny, Ruben? I can't believe that you would even suggest that."

"Look around Y/N." You stood in the middle of the living room. A war zone to any visitor. A real mess. Toys scattered everywhere on the floor, drawings taped to the walls, and slime....hidden in every corner of the room, only the smell of aftershave revealing exactly where. 

"It's a zoo, Y/N. I'm living in a zoo." Ruben's outstretched arms fall hopelessly to his sides. "I've gotten rid of the expensive paintings, the fragile sculptures and vases. Hell, I've even put away most of my throphy's. Still your kids will find something of mine to break. I can't take it anymore. We can't live like this."

"My kids....?" You felt the ripple in your heart.

"Yeah?" Ruben's eyebrows furrowed, your hurt expression stunning him.

"So whenever they break something or make a mess they're suddenly my kids? My responsibility alone?"

"Y/N, you know that's not what I—"

You turned your back on him, hiding your face. 

"Hey, baby don't—"

Behind your back you heard Ruben shuffle through the mess. Soon his arms wrapped around you, sweeping you into the warmth of his torso, cradling you in his arms.

"You know that's not what I meant." Ruben whispered, his lips brushing softly against the lobe of your ear. He pressed kisses against your skin, tracing them down the slope of your neck. "They're also my kids." He muttered. "Our kids."

A sighed as you slumped against him, your head falling back on Ruben's shoulder. He continued nibbling on your neck, his hands busy with the buttons on your knitted sweater, sliding it off your shoulders to reveal that you were naked underneath it.

"Wow." He breathed, a silent prayer of gratitude that Emmy and Vale had just been dropped off at school. Iker was still present, but his playful growl was heard somewhere in the kitchen. 

"Bedroom?" Ruben suggested.

"Bedroom." You nodded.

Ruben did not hesitate to gather you in his arms and carry you there. Your legs wrapped around his waist, your hands raking through his thick hair while you kissed him open mouthed. He fought to get you to the bedroom, throwing you on the bed once he did. The sight of your bouncing breast arched his brow.

"Like what you see?" You grinned, playfully pinching your nipples while he watched you from above.

"Don't." He grunted, a warning. "No touching yourself unless I say so."

"Yes, sir."

He grinned, loving the fact that you were willing to play along. It wasn't often that he got to have you like this. Just the two of you naked, bodies pressed hard against one another. With Ruben's parents coming this week there would be more of you to look after Emmy and Vale. More time for you and Ruben to—

"Stop thinking."

You gasped as Ruben's knee forced your legs to spread as he dipped it into the mattress.

"Focus on me." He demanded, voice murky and seductive.

You nodded slowly.

"Good. Now...where do you want my mouth."

You smiled. "On my pussy."

Ruben chuckled. "Trust me, I'll get to that. But your breast...." He dipped his chin, his hands pressing down on each side of you. "They're so edible. " He reached out a hand to squeeze your flesh, arching your back in the process of bringing your nipples into his mouth. He shifted between them both, like a kid with two popsicles. 

While you moaned and groaned beneath him you felt the bulge in his pants grow stiff against your thigh. "Ruben please."

He hymns in response, warm saliva watering his mouth as he keeps suckling you for pleasure.

"Please Ruben,  I need you to touch me."

He paused, pulling his head back from your chest. "Like this?" He said, knuckles tracing down your belly, stopping at the hem of your sweatpants. He found the right spot on the hill of your pelvis, drawing small circles over the soft fabric with his thumb. His finger moved until a wet patch revealed how desperately you wanted him,  how this act alone could make you explode.

"Be patient baby, I'll get the condoms." Ruben stood and you whimpered with the absence of his touch.

He chuckled but made his way towards the bathroom. You fell back on the bed to the sound of cabinets and drawers being pulled open. Ruben returned with no rubber in sight. "No luck, we're out of condoms."

"Baby." You squealed, your thighs rubbing together just to keep the fire within you alive.

"Fuck." Ruben ground and made his way over to you anyway. He climbed the bed to sit on top of you and pulled your sweats and panties down your legs in one go. What was revealed to him was a swollen bead, sensitive to touch, but pulsating for his touch.

"God, Y/N. You're this wet for me?" Ruben looked down on you in wonder, his cock fully sprouted below his shorts.

"Yes, Ruben. Do something, touch me, tease me. With or without a condom, I don't care."

You really didn't. And for the first time it seemed like Ruben didn't either. He pulled his pants down to reveal his cock, rock hard in the grip of his hand. He aligned himself with your entrance as you spread wide before him. He bent down and kissed you before slowly easing himself into the warmth of you.

"Shit." He groaned. A deep growl extracted from his chest that pressed hard against your own. 

Daylight slipped through the bedroom windows revealing the amazement in his eyes and the pure admiration Ruben had for your body. 

He was looking down at where the two of you were joined. As his hips thrusted against your ass he watched the wave of your flesh as you took him into you raw. 

You raised one leg to rest over his shoulder. Ruben's hand closed around it to keep you steady while he pumped in and out of you like a wild animal, rattling the bed in the process.

Once the hits got too hot for him to bear he bent down, slowing himself down by raising your chin and pressing soft kisses against your lips. They were soft but sloppy, Ruben's tongue tasting yours in a sacred dance of your mouths.

"Fuck I'm....." 

Eventually something twitched below. Ruben's body trembled with every twitch and so did yours. On the verge of him pulling out his cock, you whimpered. "No." Ruben's eyes widened. You wanted him, all of him even if it meant another level taken in your relationship. 

To your satisfaction Ruben did not fight you, instead with his last efforts he rode the wave with you. Your orgasms followed closely behind one another before your bodies went slack.

"That was...."

You nodded, your chest heaving up and down as you fought to catch your breath. Ruben rolled onto his back but pulled you to lay against him. He removed the damped hair from your temple and kissed your nose and then your lips. "You're so beautiful like this."

"You mean sweaty and naked?" You smiled.

"Yes, just like this, sweaty and naked." 

Ruben held your chin, not sparing you a breath as he repeatedly brought your lips to his mouth. He kissed you as if you tasted vanilla ice cream and he just couldn't get enough licks as you melted in his arms.

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[erosauriarts]

Avatar x BSD

Warning: It’s canon related violence similar to in show BSD.

Atsushi - The Avatar

I thought it would be fitting since Byakko is implied to be reincarnating????? Also the Netflix preview got me excited.

AU Premise

**None of the canon characters from ATLA or LOK are gonna be referenced UNLESS it’s to justify bending rules.**

Republic City exists, but it’s less western base, bc I didn’t like that lmfaooo (Basically Yokohama but as it was in the 1930-50s). White people???? Huh?? Ig they exist now??? 😨

Lore Plot:

Red Lotus killed the last avatar because they wanted to find the new one, for some enlightenment reasons (IDK radicals man). The hunt for the new one wanted to take and raise the new avatar to push their own agenda. The man that did it, passed down his legacy to Fyodor (water), and he was the one to find Atsushi. Atsushi was around 5-8 and was from the northern water tribe. Atsushi’s parent was the moon’s spirits guardians (funny ha ha bc his’s design in literally Yin and Yang to Aku). Fyodor takes Atsushi, and isolates him with the other spiritual believers. They raise him, misinforming him greatly over what being the avatar actually means. Though he has a pretty good connection to his bending, Fyodor being his water bending master. They located somewhere in the north-pole.

In this time, everyone is looking for the avatar, but in like that way where you are like “here kitty kitty pspspsp.” And they even have a bounty for him. Bring him back alive ofc! In this, Dazai (Air) and Yosano (Water) are adopted siblings from a young age from Mori (Fire). Dazai at 18 splits off and becomes a traveling nomad, bc he fucking felt like it. Yosano was 14 when Fukuzawa (Air) saved her. Mori would make Yosano blood-bend, and so when she got free, she swore to never blood-bend again. She now uses her bending, and became one of the best healers.

The Armed Detective Agency works similar to canon in this, but has a specialized duty to find the avatar and turn them over to the white lotus. It’s extremely hard to get into the ADA, and forces benders to really push themselves. (In a way higher than the police force) Dazai joins, and is basically the ADA’s lost cat that goes away and comes back with something either helpful or cursed.

Dazai got leads on Fyodor bc Atsushi accidently used the avatar state when he found some new (and/or) prob figured out what happened to his family. Dazai basically yoinks Atsushi from the isolated village, running back on all fours with the weretiger dangling from his mouth /j. Dazai shows up, drops the avatar off, then bounces. Even though Fyodor’s spiritual training and water-bending was severely indepth, Atsushi lacked alot of common sense. Atsushi’s abuse in this is more intense psychological punishment more then the physical one in canon. He’s.. alittle messed up, but besides the point. Regardless how much bad stuff he went through, he was genuinely sweet. The stress of the truth tho, threw him off balance, so he is hesitant to go into the avatar state.

Atsushi’s bending teachers / relationship

Water: Fyodor. Strictly mentor and caregiver. He sucked at caring for Atsushi’s needs, and only was interested in talking when Atsushi asked about spirtual connection and Philosophical debates. Spent most of his childhood till Dazai yoinks him at 18

Earth: Kunikida. He sucked at it originally, but Atsushi was so determine, he ends up asking for help to connect. Atsushi warms up to him, looking up to him for strength.

Air: Dazai. The third one, and he’s stressed. Dazai runs circles around Atsushi, causing so much mental strain. Atsushi gets frustrated, and nearly gave up, but Dazai manages to get a mutual understanding.

Fire: Kyouka. Though younger, Kyouka was the fastest firebender. She constantly beat Atsushi when the Port Mafia sent her out. (He gets saved by the ADA a lot lol)

Character Mentions

Ranpo: A none bender. Works with the Republic City police force, but spends most of his time with the ADA. He actively helps them get around the police.

Akutugawa: Earth Bender. He can bend metal, and is actually really scary (..er?)

Chuuya: I go back and forth between earth and fire. And I think earth bc of his boom boom, smash kapow moments in canon. I thought fire cause hehe red.

Nikolai: Air. He’s that one guy that does flips and is nearly impossible to get a hold off. Boys a slinky. He’s Fyodor’s right hand man… they even… KISS?

[internetgiraffekid1673]

OC LORE DUMP

Everybody who's been around for a bit knows that I used the same set of characters for all of OC-Tober, under a tag I've decided to call Living, Dead, and Undecided!

All the OC-Tober Drawings of them can be found Here and Here, although you can also just look through my tag #oc tober.

Basic Premise:

Living Dead and Undecided takes place during a seasonally appropriate zombie apocalypse. But with a twist: almost all of the main characters are supernatural/magical/undead creatures themselves, which SIGNIFCANTLY changes how and why they're handling the problem!

The apocalypse itself was caused by a foolhardy wizard's attempt to travel to the afterlife going very wrong. Thus, it is self-contained to a singular area, where, in addition to a bunch of reanimated corpses, other magical nonsense keeps happening (like dimension rifts and summoning magical creatures to the area).

The five main characters are brought together by the apocalypse and are working to stop it by finding the wizard and the location he cast his spell and making him reverse it. But the kind of person who attempts to travel to the realm of the afterlife isn't exactly the most stable or cooperative individual, and the many other dangerous beings being summoned to the beacon of twisted magic certainly aren't helping either.

All Creature Lore for this is basically me mish-mashing together a bunch of different sources until I had something I liked, so I'll explain what everyone's powers are as I go.

The Main Characters:

Chase Michaels:

Chase is an absolutely precious 7 year old orphan who lost his parents a few months ago, and was recently turned into a vampire by total accident (the vampire who turned him was also a new vampire and did not know that was a possibility, they were kind of just trying to drink the blood of someone who wouldn't be missed).

Unfortunately, the guy who turned him is also the deadbeat dad of vampires and decided to just ditch the kid without ever explaining anything to him. This means that a 7 year old was suddenly slammed with super-senses, bat-like instincts and abilities (including bat shapeshifting which was really scary when it first happened), a weakness to sunlight (sunburns very easily and gets sun-sick, but doesn't immediately die), a nocturnal sleep schedule, and a sudden taste for blood without knowing why. Remember, Chase is also an orphan, and he was liviing completely on his own for the last few months. He literally had no clue what was going on, and was just kind of struggling to adapt to his new powers.

And then the apocalypse happened. Now, the zombies can't actually kill Chase unless they manage to accidentally stake him, but they can physically mess him up pretty bad. Chase also learns that zombie blood apparently satisfies the blood-drinking problem (so will animal blood, but that's actually harder to get since animals actively run away from him).

Chase's personality starts out like that of a skittish feral kitten because that is effectively how he's been living, but once he gets into a safer situation and starts trusting people, his real personality starts showing. He's very curious, is really good at reading people (especially for a 7 year old), kind of has an intuitive knowledge for the way things works, and is constantly taking things apart and putting them back together as a fidget. He loves puzzles, riddles, soccer and almost certainly has undiagnosed ADHD.

Chase is basically slumming it on the streets until he runs into Kate and they mutually adopt each other. She's somewhere between a much older sister and a mother figure to him.

Sam Fetch:

Sam is 15, pangender (so all the gender and all the pronouns, but they/them default), and a werewolf. They fucking hate that they're a werewolf. Sam can shapeshift into a wolf at will, but they will frequently get stuck kind of halfway between the transformation, and it takes a lot of practice over the course of the story for them to learn to control this. At the full moon, they're forced to shift, and while they will keep their head if left to their own devices, they'll lose it if they find a human and will try to attack them. They have enhanced senses and super strength as well as some wolf-instincts at all times.

Anyway, Sam was attacked and turned into a werewolf when they were like 12 and has been hardcore struggling ever since. The transition from human to werewolf was particularly rough on Sam because they are currently a hormonal teenager in the middle of several identity and life crises, and those things do not mix well with sudden powers. The zombie apocalypse was a cloud with a MASSIVE silver lining because now they don't have to deal with hiding their powers, or trying to maintain a normal school life when you can literally smell every middle schooler, or the fact that their parents were struggling financially and Sam's sudden increased appetite wasn't helping. But, it's still a great big cloud because in the initial attack, Sam got separated from their parents and is now on a quest to find them and save them if they can still be saved.

Sam comes off as really overconfident and cocky (and they are about their physical abilities), but is actually really insecure about themself. Sam also has a very short fuse and is in general just very angry about life. Starting a fight with them is just about the easiest thing in the world. They're also intensely loyal, and once you gain their trust, it takes something very fucked up to lose it. They will fight god for the people they care about.

Sam is doing a decent job of surviving the apocalypse, but not a very good job of finding their parents until they meet up with Zachary and Hazel. They despise Hazel with just about their whole being, but sadly recognizes that staying with Hazel is definitely better for their own goals and protection. They like Zachary, but they definitely place too much trust in him. When their little trio first meets up with Kate and Chase, Kate does casually attempt to murder them all. Sam holds a grudge and tries to hate Kate after this, but Kate also looked at Sam, said "Oh, you're not trying to hurt me or my kid? Great, you're my kid now, no you don't get a say," and broke down their walls very quickly after that. They adore Chase and is like another older sibling to them, although with much less maturity or responsibility than Kate.

Hazel Thorne:

Hazel is a witch who is physically 13, chronologically 120, and emotionally somewhere in between (although that does kind of fluctuate depending on the situation). Their gender identity is rather complicated, but demigirl is currently the best way I've found to describe it, and she switches between she/her and they/them fairly regularly (I'll just use she/her on this post for simplicity). I go into more depth about it when I talk about the extent of her trauma here. She's also pan, but that's not particularly relevant to this story, as there is no romance involved :). She sold her soul to a malevolent demon for witchcraft when she was naught but a schoolgirl in the early 1900s, but now she's a fully fledged and very dangerous witch. She's been having magical escapades, making enemies, making friends, solving people's problems, and wreaking lowkey havoc on the world for over a century.

She initially became a witch out of desperation to destroy the horrible boarding school she was at. It was like, full on abusive, almost a prison levels of problematic, and she and the other girls there all became very close due to trauma bonding. When one of her roommates discovered a forbidden book about witchcraft, they realized it was a way out, and she and the 12 other girls she shared her hall with all became witches together. They're bonded in a coven, but they're currently scattered internationally, and the wizard bullshit that caused the apocalypse is interfering with her capability to contact them.

Hazel is an absolute little shit. Her alignment is chaotic neutral, bordering on chaotic evil. She enjoys pissing people off, forcing them to work for her, holding things over their head, destroying property, getting vengeance, and just generally messing with folks. The only thing that has stopped her from fully becoming a villain at this point is that she cares about the general welfare of humanity and wants to protect them.

Hazel, while very magically powerful, is not great at doing plans. She's far too spontaneous to actually solve a big issue like a zombie apocalypse on her own, so she summons Zachary to help, and they kind of just meet up with the rest of the party on their way. She and Zachary are something like old friends, since they've been on the same side of a lot of really dangerous situations throughout history. She royally pisses off Sam and enjoys pushing their buttons. Kate is 110% done with her nonsense, but is also able to recognize that she has more emotional maturity than Hazel and does her best to be patient and take care of her (can you tell Kate has a problem with just adopting people?)

Zachary Winters:

Zachary is a lich, who somehow still manages to be on the side of good. See, he was originally from a small village from around almost a thousand years ago. When his village was hit with a curse that caused a horrible plague, he did the only thing he could in desperation: he turned to dark magic and became a lich. In my universe, this means that his soul is now separated from his body and stored in a physical object. If that ever gets destroyed, then he will be condemned to some sort of terrible purgatory or something. But it also means he gets immortality and can be given strength and magic power through human sacrifice. Now powered with human sacrifice in the form of all the people in his village who had been taken by the plague, Zachary used his new magical abilities to raise them into an undead army and stormed the castle of the warlock who had cursed them in the first place, forcing him to undo the spell.

But Zachary couldn't exactly just go back to normal after that. He now required sacrifice to live. And sure, he could have just died and been done with it, but he decided to do something a little unorthodox. He found a way to put himself into stasis. Without human sacrifice, his body goes into something of a hibernation mode and he effectively becomes no different than a regular corpse. However, all it takes is one person dying as a sacrifice and he will reanimate. In times of crisis where death and destruction abounds, some people will invoke the legend of the People's Lich and declare themselves a sacrifice as they die, and wake Zachary up. This means that Zachary is capable of helping people in times of death and destruction. As soon as the problem is resolved, he'll go back into stasis. As long as his soul jar isn't destroyed, he'll continue to do this forever.

This means Zachary's age is really iffy. Physically, he's like if someone died at around 50 and then you kept reanimating that corpse. Chronologically, he's been around for about 1,000 years, but he's been in stasis for a lot of that. He's got at least 300 years of experience but definitely not more than 800 years under his belt. Oh, and like Hazel, he's pan, but that's not particularly relevant.

Zachary's personality is heavily based on my relatives on my dad's side, who all have a similar sense of humor and lack of a filter. He is wise and he cares and he usually knows when to shut up, but he's also really whacky. He doesn't usually understand the social conventions of the day when he's reanimated, is rather morbid, and is very goofy and won't take things very seriously.

This means he gels really well with trickster-demon-witch-child Hazel. She actually brought him back to life this time by just straight up killing a zombie in his name. They've crossed paths at least once before during the World Wars. He gets along decently with Sam due to being entertaining but not as irritating as Hazel. He and Kate have a complicated relationship, as he's sort of the mastermind/leader of their little group, but she's the most responsible and takes care of everyone emotionally. She appreciates the help he does give, but wishes he'd be more helpful as the only other actual adult in the party. Chase is actually a little creeped out by him at first, especially since he does look like a corpse, but he takes a shine to Chase and works a lot on getting the kid out of his shell (and also forcing Hazel and Sam to get along).

Kate Blaire:

Kate is 19, aroace, aplatonic (but allofamilial), and the only regular human of the group. She was basically just a regular human emerging adult. She was settling into trade school, she had a day job in customer service that she hated but that made her money, and she was doing her best to get all her necessary certifications to be a mechanic until the apocalypse hit.

The thing that makes her different than everybody else that panicked and got attacked or went into hiding or ended up a victim to the other effects of the magical bullshit? She was raised in the country by her grandparents, who were both war vets. They taught her a lot about survival in high-stress dangerous situations with the hope that she'd never need to use it. Kate was able to protect herself, get to safety, and start formulating a plan on how to survive, gather information, and hopefully start helping to fix whatever the problem is. Then she started bumping into a bunch of supernatural creatures that also happened to be emotionally unstable children and she was like "fuck it, guess I have to take care of them now too," because Kate is a very compassionate person.

Kate is a really serious person, but it is made worse due to the high stress situation. She's also super responsible and maybe a little bit too mature for her age due to the way she was raised. She's ridiculously determined and decisive, and she generally sees other people, especially those younger than her, as people she's responsible for protecting. She's rather prickly on the surface, but is an absolute marshmallow at her core. Chase is her precious child and she will do literally anything to keep him safe, but she is very protective of their whole little squad.

The rough timeline of events for all this is basically:

Apocalypse Happens

Kate and Chase meet up after she found him slumming it in an alleyway and she basically adopts him. They're using their combined limited knowledge to try to figure out how the hell this happened and if it can be fixed

Sam and Hazel meet up by saving each other's butts from an unusally large horde of zombies. They don't get along, but they have complementary strengths and weaknesses, so they stick together to get things done. Sam mostly just wants to go charging after their parents, but since they don't know where they'd be, they're mostly stuck exploring. Hazel has already put together that summoning Zachary is probably the best course of action

Kate and Chase have worked out that it's necromancy, and start working on a device to track that magical energy.

Hazel and Sam summon Zachary. This sudden blast of necromancy fucks with the readings on Kate and Chase's device, and they start heading towards that area.

Hazel and Sam fill Zachary in on what's happening, and he basically makes the same plan as Kate and Chase: "Find where the spell was cast and the guy who did it, and go from there."

The two groups meet. Kate assumes that Zachary is a zombie, since he looks like a corpse, and fully attempts to kill them all. They manage to talk her down, at which point the two groups join up.

All OC-Tober drawings happen basically in this next period, which is fairly episodic as they deal with various Magical Mishaps while trying to find the wizard.

And that is my OCs! Go relook at my drawings with the added context and enjoy!

I did draw 3 other OCs for OC Tober that I didn't give lore for here!

One of them is ACE. ACE is the physical form of a star that had been passing by when the spell was cast. They were drawn to the disaster zone, less because they were forced to and more out of interest, and are basically a scientist trickster god that causes more problems than they solve for the crew throughout the story.

The next is Callista, who is part of The Extras (my Universal Adaptor Cast of background characters) and thus has no particularly special lore.

And finally there is Lyra, my first OC, who is not part of the Living Dead and Undecided story (except maybe as a background cameo) and has her lore and story explained on her post.

Massive massive thank you for sticking with me through all of OC-Tober, but a special thanks goes to Lee! @ace-of-hats I need you to know that your little likes kept me going and gave me the motivation to finish even well after the deadline passed.

I love you all, and I will probably not draw these guys very soon in all honesty, mostly just because I'm going to be distracted by Wizard101.

[suvidrache]

NSFW Alphabet - Dante

age in bio when interacting. minors do not interact.

Word Count: 678 / Read it on AO3 | Offline Version

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

— He would either go for another round or carry you to the bathroom to wash off. Would stay for another round, wash, or take care of the bedsheets.

B = Body Part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

— His chest and your ass.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

— Clear with lots of salt.

D = Dirty Secret (pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

— Loves to get himself off in your lingerie. He would leave it somewhere by accident, forgetting what he had done. He would also deny having done something like that.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

— Probably has no experience but would act like he does. Until he reaches a point where he genuinely has no idea what he is doing, and at that point would say something to you.

F = Favorite Position (this goes without saying)

— Lotus, missionary. Whichever ones allow him to see your face.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

— Would definitely tell jokes or not. Depending on your preference.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

— Doesn't trim unless you want him to. His hair is white.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

— Very romantic. Flower petals and candles lying around. He'll do anything to ‘win’ you over, despite being your partner.

J = Jack Off (masturbation headcanon)

— At least once a day.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

— Breeding, marking, stripteases.

L = Location (favorite places to do it)

— The desk in Devil May Cry. The kitchen counter, yes there's been times he's forgotten to clean it. Did Vergil know? After he ate the pizza. Intentionally? No.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

— You, in general. Lingerie. Short shorts/skirts.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turnoffs)

— Any place Nero will see.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

— Loves giving just to mess and tease you. However, he would for once be silent if you gave to him.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

— Can go slow but sometimes just loves pounding into you with his balls slapping against you. Your moans fill the air with his hands grasping you hard enough that you're sure there will be bruising tomorrow morning.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

— He's down for it, if you are.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

— He's down for just about anything that you are.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

— 3 for about an hour. Will need rest.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

— Surprisingly, he has none. The thought never crossed his mind until you brought it up. He would love to tease you with them. He may sometimes use them on himself if you're away.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

— Loves teasing you in any way that he can. However, when he's in the moment or about to cum, he stops.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

— Loud moans and grunts.

W = Wild Card (a random headcanon for the character)

— Underneath all of his porn magazines are photos of you that he printed off. Unlike his porn magazines, no one, including you, is allowed to see the photos. He keeps them hidden and will only look at them from time to time when he is alone.

X = X-Ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

— A solid 8. A prominent vein underneath. Cut.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

— Very high. He's ready to go at any time.

Z = ZZZ (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

— Pizza, sex, and you. Aside from those things, Dante loves sleeping. He would typically fall asleep directly afterwards, unless you needed something

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[ticklishraspberries]

OOOH, I see you added Scream to your fandoms list - would you mind doing Billy Loomis for the ask meme? :D

omg thank you i am unfortunately just a simp for slashers.

on a scale of 1-10, how ticklish are they? - like a 5 or 6??

where is their most ticklish spot(s)? - his ribs!!

which spots are they not ticklish? - his legs aren't rlly ticklish at all, stu was so surprised when he tried squeezing his knee and billy didn't react

what is their laugh like? - normally, billy is all rehearsed chuckles but when he gets tickled his laugh turns into this adorable, giggly thing that just makes ppl melt

do they enjoy tickling? if yes, is it a fun platonic/familial thing, or kinky thing to them, or can it be both depending on the circumstance? - i think billy has a very complicated relationship with it. his mom used to tickle him when he was younger, and when she left, he kind of looked at most affection with bitterness. his friendship with stu helped him get better with that stuff, he doesn't flinch away from hugs and stuff anymore. tickling is still not something he'd say he likes, but he doesn't despise it, either

are they more often a lee or ler, generally? - with stu, he's usually more often a lee just because stu is so touchy and playful, but with other people, he's more likely to assume the ler role

who is someone in their life that they tickle often? - when they dated, he tickled sidney a few times, but after she kicked him in the balls by accident he's nervous to do it again, lol

who is someone in their life that they get tickled by often? - stu, and he doesn't hate it as much as he pretends to!!

does the word “tickle” or any variation of embarrass them? - i don’t think so, unless it’s being directed at him, then he gets a little flustered (threatening to tickle him or talking about his sensitivity)

are they embarrassed about their ticklishness, and do they try to deny/hide it? - i think he would definitely be embarrassed and try to keep it hidden. stu only tickles him when they're alone, because billy would be pissed if anyone saw him turn into that giggly mess

would gentle tickling or rough tickling affect them more? - rough tickles probably get more laughter, but gentle tickles rlly mess with his head, he gets all squirmy and has no idea what to do with himself

is there a specific spot that they enjoy being tickled, either exclusively or more than other spots? what is it? - the only sort of tickles he doesn't try to fight back at are tickly neck kisses, he's pretty sensitive there and will sometimes giggle between pleasant hums

is there a spot that they can’t stand to be tickled, either because it’s just too sensitive, or it’s uncomfortable/painful/etc? what is it? - if we're talking about canon events, i think after any ghostface attacks he'll be sore and probably injured in some way, so if he's got bruised ribs or a cut somewhere, that spot is obviously just uncomfortable to be touched, otherwise no spot is really more off limits than others

would they ever purposefully bug a friend/partner/sibling into tickling them, and if so, how would they go about it? - i...don't think so? i think he knows that riling stu up could lead to it, and that's more of a risk he takes than the goal. yes, i think he is clearly touch-starved, but vulnerability and being tickled is weird for him, even if it was something he craved he wouldn't want to acknowledge it

does teasing affect them? - stupidly, yeah!! he's not easily embarrassed at all, but tickly teases can get him to blush

[darkx-the-dragon-kn1ght]

Chapter 9- Part 2

“Technically” due? Oh, fine, I’ll take what Xera can get by this point.

Information like that is hardly ever truly irrelevant. Still, I wonder what type he specialized in- with a design like that…Poison? Or maybe even Ghost? Both of those would be highly ironic for a doctor, but I’m all for contrast.

Ah, that’s what he’s doing here. Alright- again, wasn’t expecting to run into him again here and now, but I guess this is further building on his characterization of “depressing attitude but skilled doctor.”

…BUT HAVE YOU SEEN A TEAL-HAIRED WOMAN ANYWHERE???

Man, so much for that. Well, he didn’t close the gate, so we can go up and get that item at least.

Wonderful. Now let’s have Xera run up against every other surface in here to make sure there are no hidden items-

Oooh, nice! 

Anyways, with that scene done, I think we’ve completed everything we needed to do in here, so now we can finally head up to the roof and hopefully find Amaria!

Ah, yeah, this is that area we saw when we were first coming from the north- complete with that Light Shard! Of course, we don’t need it right now, I already healed at the one on 1F, so we’ll save this one. Also, turns out you can activate the Light Shards by just…walking into them, not by pressing the interaction button. Better be careful not to use one up by accident.

But, uh, looking around…Amaria’s not up here. In fact, there’s nothing and no one up here, aside from the Light Shard. I don’t understand...I felt so sure she’d be up here and we’d have to fight something or someone, hence the placement of the healing spot. But is there still more to this place?

Where do I even go from here? I don’t see any other doorways, no stairs or ladders or anything…I can’t have missed anything inside, there were no other ways to go, at least none that I could access.

The only thing of interest here that I can see is this…weird-looking structure? It definitely stands out- am I supposed to have Xera stand in the middle of it like that? Do I interact with it? Am I just supposed to- ah-

That was an entrance??? That just looked like a weird-looking wall! Geez- well, at least I know how to get to the next part of the slums now. Not that I thought there would be a ‘next part’, but it seems like we’re not done here just yet.

There’s a fancy TM over there, but needless to say with the rocks and cracks, we can’t get to it right now. So, with no other options, we need to go right. But…there are some suspicious noises going on around here, and I’m not sure I like them at all…

Oh- well, that answers one question. The noises are coming from this- the elevator’s on the fritz. Can’t interact with it…is Xera still able to go inside? Seems dangerous to jump into an elevator with a faulty door, but Xera’s done stuff that was more dangerous by this point, so why not?

Oooh, the door’s not even faulty, that Mankey’s just messing with the buttons. Shoot- am I gonna have to battle it? I just caught a Mankey, though!

Well, fortunately, the Mankey just runs away, no battle necessary. That’s good- I would have felt guilty fighting it and then not catching it (because I don’t do duplicates unless it’s, like, a Shiny).

But this is still an elevator, so- let’s see what we’ve got here…

There’s a basement level? Geez, we really aren’t done here…

Well, first and foremost, let’s see where the elevator lets us off to 1F.

Ah, this spot! I was kinda hoping it would open up to that one spot where the item was- there must be a second elevator somewhere, then. But now that we’ve got a quick way back to the entrance, let’s see what this basement floor is all about.

Oh, wait, this is that one area that the upper floor is overlooking, yeah? I thought it was only that one spot where those stairs by Victoria led, but I guess there was way more to that area- or maybe it was still considered part of the first floor.

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[fullofsunsetwhispers]

Do you think Jack still has that robot he made out of his mom's blender or whatever?

Haha, I wish but I don't think so.

Let's say, the way I see how that robo-blender incident turned out, can be compared to a 5-year-old making rather dangerous experiments. How would you react if you saw your child making a mess even tho you asked them not to? Probably you would be angry. How would you react if you found out your kid was tinkering with something that belonged to you and now you can't use it anymore? If you're considerate enough, you'll explain why that behavior was wrong but still, you would be either upset or angry.

So, let's put ourselves in Mrs. Spicer's shoes. You want to make dinner for your family, so you decide to use one of your favorite kitchen appliances - the blender. You approach it and turn it on when suddenly in mere seconds it grows metallic limbs, and several other parts, which aren't supposed to be there. If something similar happened to me I would be extremely scared so I assume Jack's mom almost went bonkers when the blender started rushing toward her.

I can even see that poor woman, not being aware the Blender-bot doesn't want any harm, would hide somewhere in their mansion. My other assumption, I think it's very typical imagery for comedic moments in cartoons, is that Mrs. Spicer couldn't even make it out of the kitchen so she just jumped on the table/ kitchen counter/anywhere the Blender couldn't reach her and stayed there until Jack's dad arrived to 'save her' lol.

Unless Jack gave the blender a knife - then Mrs. Spicer's fear would be justified.

As we know, Jack rebuilt the blender out of spite. His mom didn't agree to let him attend knife-throwing lessons. He wanted to punish her in some way for that, and tbh these first signs of malicious intent would concern every parent. The only reasonable thing that Jack's parents came up with is to order him to dismantle/destroy the robot. Or Mr. Dad was so angry he destroyed the blender himself and then yelled at Jack for such a dangerous prank. Oh, and I'm 150% sure Jack was grounded afterward.

But, as I said, these are my assumptions. And you have to agree Jack was completely at fault in that particular instance. Not only was it malicious but Mrs. Spicer seriously had the fright of her life. In addition, losing the blender was a certain cost for the family (yeah yeah they're rich so it didn't hurt their wallets at all but still. When your kid does something with expensive house gadgets you have to explain how important that thing is so it won't happen again).

On top of that, Mrs. Spicer had only the best interest regarding these extra activities for Jack and did what every reasonable mother should do. She said 'no' to knife-throwing lessons to prevent 1. Jack's possible future injuries 2. possible accidents at home, which would involve Jack throwing knives at furniture, paintings, and simply everything. With that in mind, Jack's outburst was kinda cruel. I'm sure he wasn't aware of the consequences and even if he were - he wouldn't even consider that his mom could be in danger because of the blender-bot. Deep down, Jack is an empathetic person. And that statement leads me to make the conclusion - Jack felt sorry for what his mom has gone through because of his prank. Well, he wasn't sorry for the rest, tho. In his opinion, she had to be punished for not listening to his needs (oh my this boy's moral compass is messed up, isn't it). But, y'know, keep in mind he was younger and couldn't understand Mrs. Spicer's decision for ice-skating lessons was for his own good.

To conclude - nope poor blender-bot ended up in the trash bin. At best, Jack kept one part/screw as a keepsake. If your infuriated parents tell you to throw something away you just have to do it in order to calm things down.

[vad-hander]

YOU KNOW WE'RE NOT COMPATIBLE, RIGHT?

pairing: Haechan x reader

others: Mark, Jaemin, Jeno as Haechan's friends.

genre: smut | angst | fluff | college AU | fuck buddies AU to lovers | series

warnings: reader is mean and degrading towards Haechan throughout the fic (but nothing serious), mentions of drugs and alcohol, mentions of stealing, Haechan gets injured (breaks his leg, no graphic descriptions), explicit description of sexual interactions between Haechan and reader, unrequited love, reader has issues with showing her feelings, scared of other people's opinion

words: 12k

PART 1 | PART 2 | PART 3

“Come with me.” Haechan barked from behind you. You jumped in your seat startled, turning around to face the boy that approached you all of a sudden, in the daytime, when you were obviously chilling with your friends between classes. You were ready to follow behind just to crush his head.

“Who…” You squinted your eyes, placing your palm over your eyes trying to act nonchalantly “What is it about?” you furrowed your eyebrows since he suddenly thought he had the right to talk to you like that in front of your friends, and to be fair - talk to you in general. 

“Ugh… Haechan, right?” Eunsoo spoke to break the awkward silence. 

“Right.” he kept his eyes focused on you. 

“I heard about your accident, I hope your leg doesn’t hu-“ 

“Are you coming with me or what?” he barked again. 

“I’m asking, what is it about?” you spoke calmly, you weren’t about to show your friends that you had anything to worry about when it came to him, and to be honest, you really did not have a thing to worry about. Or at least that’s the thought you had for a split second and then you just swallowed it like it never was there. 

Haechan opened his mouth and didn’t even begin to speak when your heart fell down your butt and you stood up from the bench busily, allowing for your heart to wobble somewhere around your heels. You just had a sudden strike he’d say something inappropriate just because he had something up in his head once again and just because that’s what he liked to do by nature. “Whatever.” you sighed uninterested and allowed for him to walk you wherever he wanted. “So it’s you who has things up his ass now?” you chuckled when you were sure your friends couldn’t hear you anymore. ”Mood swings are kinda silly coming from you, you sure your head’s okay? I’m certain the bike accident has to do something with it.” 

“Are you done now?” he asked with a visibly lighter tone, turning around to face you. 

“What is it? We were together just yesterday, why are you in such an urgency to find me? Especially with that tone and right in front of my friends?” 

“When did you leave?” he cut straight to the question that lingered on his mouth for way too many hours.

“I don’t remember exactly, I woke up because you were heavy on me and thought I should go back home.” 

“You should’ve just pushed me to the side.” 

“But I decided to leave.” you were calm when he didn’t seem like it.

“Didn’t we agree on you staying?”

“Haechan, I saved you the morning awkwardness, you should be thankful. Is that even why you’re mad? Seriously?” you cackled “Get a grip.” 

“You’re unbelievable.”

“Why are you acting like I stole jewels from you or something? I said I’d go to bed with you, I did. Why are you even bitching about the fact I left… like, what do you want to hear?”

“I don’t know.” his face expression died, his face was as blank as white paper.

“I don’t understand.”

“Maybe you’re right.”

“About?”

“Maybe my head’s messed up after the concussion I had and I see things that aren’t there.” 

“See! I told you!” you clapped, smirking at him satisfied. “The old Haechan would not even acknowledge my presence unless he wanted to drag me somewhere to fuck and the new you is throwing a weird tantrum out of nowhere because I left you… alone in bed?” you laughed and then focused your eyes on Haechan. He wasn’t laughing and you had to swallow the laugh and look back at him in all seriousness. 

“Okay.” he grabbed onto his crutches properly like he planned to walk away. 

“Mmh?” you gulped. 

“I’ll find you if I’ll need you.” 

“Deal.” you bowed slightly at him as he turned around and slowly crawled away. 

“What was that weird encounter about?” Eunsoo cackled. 

“I think he has brain trauma.”

“What?” Sua giggled into her palm. 

“He’s just been annoying me with all those questions about the classes we take, like I’m the only one who goes there besides him.” you sighed loudly, closing your eyes to seem more nonchalant while lying, pressing your back against the backrest of the bench. 

“Just a thought. What if he’s the milk guy?”

“Huh?” you raised your heads in unison with Sua. 

“Eunsoo, I’d rather choke.” 

“Yeah me too. And I’m not even the one receiving those milks” Sua nodded. 

“I’m going to ask Jeno about it, he would totally know.” she smirked. “I don’t find him that bad even, I kind of wanted to hug him after watching him struggle with those crutches.” she sighed with a pout. ”Sad thing we’re hating him, I feel bad now.”

“Wait, but why are we even hating on Haechan?” Aeri asked making your whole group jump in surprise. 

“When did you come here?” you held onto your chest in shock. 

“A minute ago or so.” She shrugged. 

“Because Jaemin’s ex-girlfriend said Haechan was total trash to a girl that liked him and then the word spread.” 

“Trash like in a really bad way?”

“Jesus, Aeri, in a bad way.” Sua sighed “I think he sells things to kids too.” 

“No he doesn’t.” you said amused, only realising that you spoke in Haechan’s defence when all eyes focused on you. “I mean, he doesn’t seem like he does. I had a few encounters in class with him, as you remember.”

“He’s a trash human if he can’t respect a girls feelings, that’s enough for me. I hate him. I think she told me besides flirting with her he had three other girls. All three he ”loved”. ” Sua stated, drawing brakets in the air.

“I’m friends with Jeno, I can’t say anything bad happened when Haechan was around.” Eunsoo raised her eyebrows. “He was just… fine? I’m not so sure now he’s that bad since I have seen him a couple of times.”

“He could be a cool guy with his friends and then be an ass when it comes to women. Even the way he spoke to Y/n? Total trash.” Sua rolled her eyes. “He probably doesn’t even shower.” She found important to add and you chuckled weirdly at her assumption. He actually smelled so attractively every time you had your face tucked into his skin, you wouldn’t believe if someone told you about it. 

“Okay, Sua, let’s go to philosophy.” you jumped up and clapped your hands in front of her face. “Let’s go, let’s go.” you gestured at her as if she was a dog, the girl happily following you behind. 

-

“So…” Eunsoo placed her lunch on the table, your eyes following the movement of her fingers, as she lined up her chopsticks and spoon. 

“So?” you smiled. 

”Jeno is planning on renting a boat next weekend. He said we should come.”

“Why?”

“The more people the more fun. That’s a quote. Plus, they’re mostly boys and we’re girls.”

“Is he just trying to split the rent?” you squinted your eyes suspiciously “I’m not paying to spend time with him.” 

“It’s not just him, all of his friends, I’m coming. Sua and Aeri I’m sure will come.” 

“Why would they?”

“Sua has an endless wish to party and spend money, as a bonus she has ridiculous amounts of that money on her card, why wouldn’t she?” 

“You’re right.” you cackled. “But still, I don’t want to.” 

“Okay, but if you’re changing your mind then just text me.”

“Yea-a-h.” you nodded, lowering your head to get a spoonful of soup in your mouth. 

from: Lee Haechan

“8 pm on friday.”

Your phone vibrated, attracting your eyes to the screen. 

 to: Lee Haechan 

“I don’t know where I’ll be on Friday night yet”

from: Lee Haechan 

“In my bed, cupcake, isn’t it obvious?” 

You swallowed thickly as your eyes ran over the screen multiple times. 

“Is that Sua? Tell her I’m at the cafeteria.” 

“Yeah.” you chewed on meat, taking another piece into your mouth. 

“Yeah?”

“Mmh?” you asked confused, focusing your eyes on the girl in front of you. 

“Wasn’t that Sua?”

“No, that was family chat.”

“Is everything okay?”

“Yeah, yeah.” you smiled. 

-

“Punctuality is not your strong side, cupcake.” Haechan smirked as your feet walked over the threshold. 

“Says a person with no strong sides at all.” 

“You’re losing your time.”

“What?” You furrowed. 

“You have to leave at 10.” 

“Why did you even bother to ask me come here?” 

“Because two hours are more than enough for you and I and now that you’re showing up late I’m going to be in a hurry.”

“I can just leave.” you pointed with your fingers at the door confused. What was going on in his head, again? Haechan pulled on your wrist to get you out of his way, closing the door to the apartment. 

“You were all mad when I left last week and now you’re setting time boundaries for when I should leave. Trying to pay me back?” you squinted your eyes at him, placing fingers over his cheek to underline the shape of his lower lip with your thumb. Haechan paused and stared down at your face distracted, not biting you back. You moved your hand away, dropping carefully both of them over his shoulder. You could feel his hands hold onto your waist as you leaned back a little before placing your head in front of his. 

You were thinking just a moment ago how to get the atmosphere in the room moving, since it was pretty much dead when you came in and the tension that was meant to spark the ignite and make you want each other was nowhere to be seen, but now as his hands ran lightly over your clothed skin, making you shiver in all the right places you felt for sure he could get you anywhere he wanted in no time. 

As his head lowered closer to your face your fingers walked over his shoulder to lock behind his neck, trying to make him bend more to let you kiss his lips. You gasped as his head ditched your kiss right when your lips were about to connect with his. 

“Let’s not break the rules we’ve set anymore.”

“What?” you asked confused as Haechan, worked his hand up your stomach to knead on your breasts suddenly. “I hate you.” you mumbled with a sigh. 

Haechan flushed your body against his, hiding his face in the crook of your neck, burning the skin with his hot breath. 

“I want you, we can fuck and then you go.” you opened your mouth and closed it back when he continued “Just like we’ve initially agreed on.” you pushed him off you, to take a good look at his face. 

He was playing, testing you because you always kept him on edge, Haechan let his guard down when he came up to you all disappointed about your absence. He must’ve understood it now and at his first chance he wants to make you cry for him in return. Make you cry for him, ask him to break the rules you’ve set so he’d be the upper hand in this. 

“Mmh, okay.” you nodded “I like that you finally came to your senses.” you took your shoes off quickly, grabbing the material of his shirt into your fist to lead him to his bedroom. He seemed to be walking much quicker on those crutches by now.

Haechan sat down on the bed, watching you pull all of the clothes off your body. 

“Why are you not taking your clothes off?” you looked at him with drawn on your face confusion. 

“Yeah, I am.” he gulped and began to move. 

“When is your leg getting better?”

“Soon.” 

“I hope so, I was thinking it’s better we do it from the back.” You caught onto his eyes with yours, trying to see his reaction properly. If he wants to play, you’ll play along. 

“Why?”

“Less eye contact.” you watched him struggle to pull his sweats off. “Since we’re doing it this way now…” you sounded like you didn’t finish your sentence, but you did. You just wanted him to tell you he was against the idea but he didn’t, finally pulling the pants down his legs. 

“Mmh?” he asked too innocently, you almost fell to your knees to kiss his body. 

“Touch me.” you stood between his legs. Haechan stared at your stomach almost dumbfounded, he didn’t seem to be in his right mind. But then again, you weren’t sure which one of the states he usually was in was considered the norm.  

Your fingers ran through his hair, catching Haechan’s attentive eyes on you. “Just like you always do it, a brush of your fingers through my skin and I’m moaning your name in no time. You love me like that, right?” 

“For that I need to get you wasted and I don’t have the time.” 

“Are you insulting me or confessing you’re unable to turn me on?” you cackled, lowering your body in front of him. Your palms put pressure on his thighs, as your knees hit the carpeting. 

“Gonna blow me?” mischievous smile lit up his face, Haechan placed his fingers over your cheek, drawing a soothing circle with his thumb. Somehow this little gesture felt too emotionally attaching and you wondered if you went out of your mind too, looking for whatever sense in his actions. 

You didn’t actually mean to blow him, at least not before he mentioned it. You began to lean in because you wanted to kiss him, out of habit, to start it going, not because you were attracted to him or anything, just because that was how things started. But as you began to move an internal slap brought you back to reality. You were the one not allowing kissing as fuck buddies, you just recently threw a tantrum and now be the one to brake the rule the moment you get a chance? Hell no. You sat down on your knees in front of his body almost naked and wondered if giving him head wasn’t something over the line for your arrangement. 

“Do you have time for that?” 

“I’ll gladly be late if that’s the reason.” Haechan’s finger moved to trail your lower lip. 

“I kind of owe you one anyway.” you made sure to let him know this wasn’t your greatest desire, even if it, maybe, suddenly was, Haechan had to be reassured of the fact it wasn’t. 

“If owing me one pressures you much.” he smirked too charmingly, you looked away. 

“It actually weights on my shoulders a whole lot.” you decided to return his gaze from under your lashes. 

“Go ahead then.” he smiled but controlled his cheekbones the next moment, making them go down. His whole face concentrated on your actions, on every mere movement of your chest, even. 

Haechan rolled his hips closer to the edge of the bed, leaning back a little with arrogance all over his face. 

That stupid wish to kiss him once again returned into your head. You imagined perfectly how you’d lick his lips carefully, go down his body and get in front of his cock but the plan inside your head set you to go against your own rule and it stressed you out. 

Planning sexual interactions with Haechan when you were sober stressed you out, getting in front of him on your knees without having an actual plan somehow made it unbearable. 

Were you really having that metaphorical stick up your ass all the time Haechan talked about? This probably wasn’t the best time to reflect on your life, so you ran your hands up his toned and tanned thighs, straightening your back to place a single kiss over his neck. 

Haechan caught your head on the way back with fingers, tangling them through your hair on accident. You wondered what he intended on doing, when his hand just simply kept you in place. You looked back at him and tried to lighten the atmosphere in that closed up space between your half naked bodies, but the way Haechan was gazing back at you was of no help to make it feel not so heavy. He kind of made you want to cry just by staring and you couldn’t work out why, you just felt even more hot than before all over your body and maybe wanted him to give in and lean in. The more he held you in place the more it felt like he was losing an inner battle. You couldn’t bare it anymore, you ran a hand up his torso, wrapping it over his neck. You pulled your heads closer, almost making the two of you brush your lips. 

“Are you done looking?” you wanted to sound arrogant but your lips touched for a split second and you were taken aback by the sudden connection Haechan initiated by moving his head, you being too wet already, squeezing your hips together to not burn alive. “Aren’t you wasting your time?” you moved your head a little back to not make you touch lips again. Your hand found Haechan’s crotch blindly, rubbing your palm up and down just to test the waters. He felt semi-hard and it made your heart a little more at ease, you weren’t the only one in this room getting turned on just by staring each other in the eye. Perhaps, you two were out of your right minds this very moment. 

Haechan loosened his grip, letting you know you can move, not moving his hand completely away for whatever reason he had. 

You tried to kill away your awkwardness. To be fair, this wasn’t even awkwardness, it’s just that things you weren’t an expert in gave you headaches and you were no expert in giving blowjobs-

Scratch that, you landed your lips on Haechan’s collarbone, quickly trailing them down his chest and stomach, squeezing your hand in a slow rhythm over his length. You skipped his lower abdomen to get to the centre of your attention quicker, pressing your lips over his length through the underwear. Haechan’s fingers left your head, going back to support his upper body to stay vertical. You raised your eyes to see if he was watching you, he probably was, but you still needed to check if you were right, for a confidence boost. You moved your lips up to where it seemed the head was, feeling him twitch as your lips touched him again. Haechan’s eyes blinked quickly, returning his hand into your hair. 

“Don’t tease. I still want to fuck you.” you moved your face away, biting onto your lower lip as your hands worked to free him completely. Haechan’s cock sprang up his stomach, you raised your eyes up to see his face expression, reaching a hand to hold onto the base of his shaft, lowering your head closer to it. 

Sticking your tongue out you licked a long stripe from the base up to the tip on the underside. Haechan’s chest stiffened as your hand began to move up and down around him to support your tongue. You licked over the tip before your mouth swallowed half of him,  bobbing your head only once, to let go of him, stripes of saliva that still connected you two giving away your previous motion. You ran your fingers over his length with a little twist midway, allowing your tongue to explore the sensitive skin at the base of his cock, leaving quick paced licks over the skin, not forgetting to move your hand over the tip with a little squeeze, going back to rhythmical bobs of your head and hand. 

Even though Haechan panted and breathed harder than before, even though there was every sign of him liking what you did it felt like it wasn’t enough, at least, to you. 

You moved your face away, readjusting your posture to a more comfortable one, pumping his cock deliberately with one of your hands. 

As you opened your mouth once again, Haechan’s fingers found your face, drawing simple lines. He then moved his hand over to your neck for the same purpose, squeezing his fingers over your skin as you bobbed your head down on his length, touching his pelvis with your nose as he hit the back of your throat. You moved your head then in a rhythmical motion, not taking him completely in your mouth, leaving room for your fingers to give him a little pressure every time your head lowered on him. 

You smoothed out the mixture of your saliva and his pre-cum with fingers, while your lips and tongue gave full attention to his now leaking head. You wanted to make him cum and suddenly the idea of him cuming inside of your mouth sounded like something you desperately needed in upcoming minutes. 

“Want to do a thing?” you blinked at him through your lashes, running your thumb over the head of his cock with pressure. 

“What thing, exactly, cupcake?”

“Thrust your hips into my mouth. Make the tip of your cock abuse my throat.” 

“Will you like it?” Haechan touched your cheek once again. 

“It only matters if you’ll like it.” 

“No, cupcake, this is not how our partnership works.” 

“How does it work, I must’ve forgotten.” your hand moved determined to its job. 

“If one of us is not enjoying then we’re not doing it no matter what.” you smiled a little, your free hand leaving Haechan’s eyesight without him notice. 

“Does that answer your question?” you raised up a hand in front of his face, spreading your fingers to let him see the slickness from between your legs that spread over your digits now. Haechan smirked, raising your hand with his to prop it in front of his tongue, sliding it between your spread fingers to savour the taste. 

“Mmh.” he then said, guiding your hands off his hips onto the mattress next to them. “Now that we don’t kiss you really wanted to put your lips to use on something else?” he spoke but it didn’t sound like teasing. “Open your mouth.” he finally said and you lowered your head to him, being caught mid action with his cock, Haechan guiding his hips against your lips. The cast on his leg and the pain weren’t allowing Haechan to use his hips properly and you tried to help him, to meet him without him raising his hips too much, but Haechan’s hips were pressing so forcefully and his hand didn’t properly hold your head in place that you always pushed your head back just a little with each thrust. 

“Fuck.” he commented, sitting back down and pressing your head against him. Haechan’s fingers held you in place for not less than 30 seconds before his cock twitched at the sensation of your throat spasming. His warm and pulsing cock against the back of your throat making your gagging reflexes wake up. Haechan pushed you off him the moment he felt the twitch in his body. “Fuck, fuck.”

“What’s wrong?” you asked confused. 

“Get on the bed.” he spoke in such urgency you jumped up on your now numb legs and almost fell back down, somehow getting on the mattress, not understanding why would Haechan willingly decide to not cum into your mouth. 

“Are you okay?” you still were very much confused, and the way Haechan’s pupils were dilated and his brain was probably functioning only with the commands his burning cock gave him didn’t help at all. Was he in some sort of euphoria? He couldn’t even feel the pain in his leg anymore, the way his fingers quickly slid the underwear off your legs, diving in his finger between your folds in a quick motion. “Haechan, are you okay? Is your leg okay?” you asked again, as the boy spread your legs for him and almost hovered over you. You wouldn’t find it a problem if it wasn’t for the cast on his leg that supposedly hurt and didn’t mean to feel any pressure on it. 

“I’m fine.” he stated and raised his eyes at you, probably reading in them you’re dissatisfied with the answer. “I didn’t want to load into your mouth. I’m about to burn alive from that orgasm I just stopped midway. If you don’t mind, I’ll get inside of you now without edging myself any more.” you wanted to ask if it was okay with his leg once again, but he already nuzzled his face in the crook of your neck, lining up his cock with your entrance. Haechan pushed and you squeezed your eyes, squeezing his sides with your hands as well. “Shit.” he gasped finally filling you up completely. There was no time for a low paced start, being on the very verge yourself you were glad he just set the goal to fuck you into oblivion in the shortest period of time. “I almost let myself cum in that pretty mouth of yours.” he panted between words. “But then I remembered that I might be a little too obsessed with the way my cum drips out of your swollen pussy and I just couldn’t lose another chance to witness that.” You moaned, not at the words but at the way his fingers rubbed against your clit. “Come on, baby, clench, make me cum inside of you.” Haechan bit into your neck with an insane force. It actually felt like he bit through the skin, you cried out loudly, clenching at the same time. You didn’t understand the pet name he called you.

“Yes, yes.” Haechan egged you on. “Please don’t stop.” his lips moved from your neck lower, trying to reach your breasts, but with the way he was trying to keep balance, and not hurt his leg too much, as it seemed the senses were kind of getting back to him, there was no way he’d be able to do so. 

You squeezed your insides forcefully as your entire body was about to spasm. Haechan outrun you though, at the very light clench you felt his seed spill inside of you. Haechan’s body immediately felt meek over yours, hips almost not moving as he was filling you up, your body joining him at very last, helping to squeeze him out completely. Haechan’s fingers still rubbed your overstimulated clit mindlessly to the point it hurt, you forced his hand to stop without talking. 

He just panted, still heaving over your body, even though you were almost not able to yet feel his weight over you, his body was slowly pushing you more into the mattress. 

Haechan slowed his breath, rolling on the side next to you, making it feel empty as his soft cock left you. You could practically feel your cum spill out onto his sheets, that seemed, in fact, new. You almost felt sorry and almost had energy to care, but it just turned out you hadn’t. 

“This fucking hurt, by the way.” you turned your head at the boy laying with his eyes closed, touching the skin on your neck that he bit before spilling. To the touch you could feel the shape of his teeth on your skin and you were kind of scared to look in the mirror. Haechan turned his head at you slowly, not focusing his gaze on your neck immediately.

“Oh, fuck.” he sighed with a chuckle. “I’m sorry.” he turned on his side, squeezing his body closer to yours, to touch the skin his teeth abused. “This actually does look like it hurt. I’m sorry.” his hand turned your head to look at him. “I would kiss you sorry but we don’t kiss.” 

“Just never do that again.”

“Okay.” he agreed quickly. 

“So did you pull yourself from my mouth… did you just blabber bullshit?”

“About my cum dripping out of you? No, I like it. That’s the reason. Didn’t want to make you swallow since I already fucked your throat.” 

“Guess I have to believe you, right?”

“I wonder what are other reasons you have in your head.” 

“I don’t know. I have none, that’s why I’m asking.” 

“You did good, if that’s what you worry about. Has nothing to do with you.” his words felt like you were a dog patted by its owner, you looked away. 

“My fucking leg.” he broke off the silence in the room by crying. You ran your eyes over his body before he could notice and closed your eyes back. “Hey, Y/n? Are you asleep?” Haechan asked carefully. 

“I wish.” you sat up, covering yourself with the duvet of his. 

“Can you please give me the crutches?” his fingers pointed to the wall beside you. 

“Did you fuck up your leg?” you sighed nonchalantly, taking one of the shirts that were thrown onto the chair next to the computer. “I had a feeling.” you raised your eyebrows judging him, handing the crutches. 

“Take off my clothes, I didn’t allow you to touch them.” Haechan roughly took the crutches out of your hands. 

“See this?” you pointed at your neck “Borrowing this shirt is just a partial payment, Haechanie.” 

“Whatever.” he tried to stand up. 

“Can you like walk?” you watched him bend his hurt leg completely to not put pressure on it. “I thought you can move around your room without those things.”

“Yeah, seems like not anymore.” he let out a hitched breath as his feet took him over to the computer table in the other corner of the room. It always made you incredibly sad to watch people suffer, watching Haechan barely move around his room put you on edge of sympathising him once again. 

“At least you came hard, right?” you giggled to wash away any feelings towards Haechan from your body. “I’m going to shower.” you announced, taking your belongings with you to the bathroom. You quickly turned the water on, leaning over the bathtub, feeling water immediately drop onto the crown of your head. “For fucks sake, why do you not switch your shower heads?” 

“What?” Haechan shouted back making you even more pissed off. Your head was wet now when you were meant to leave his place in the nearest time. 

“Why did it take you so long?” he turned around to face you.

“I had to wash my hair with your freaking shampoo because you don’t know how to switch shower heads apparently.”

“Let me smell your head.” he watched you put on your socks. 

“What?” question followed your furrowed eyebrows. 

“I always wondered what my shampoo smells like on me.” you fished your phone out to check the time. “Come here?” did he try to flirt, you almost gaged. 

“Come yourself.”

“I can’t.” he pointed out making you feel bad. 

“You’re sweaty.” 

“I’m not asking you to hug me, I wanted to smell your head. This does sound weird now.” he cackled. 

“It’s half ten, I’m going to go.” 

“You could stay.”

“Why would I if you’re leaving?”

“Since I can’t walk now I asked boys to come over, you could hang out with us.”

“Ugh, no thanks. I’d rather not.”

“But you’re fucking me and act like we’re way out of your league at the same time. Isn’t it hard to be such a hypocrite?” 

“I just don’t want these people to talk.”

“Okay.”

“Are you going on that boat trip Jeno’s arranging?”

“Yup, are you not?”

“No, I wouldn’t bare the company.”

“Of course.” Haechan’s brow raised up in sarcasm. “Sometimes I wonder when will you grow up and understand that you’re behaving like a ten year old but then I think again and realise I should just stop myself from caring about you too much, at all, to be fair.”  

“Okay.” you gave him a nod, finally ordering an Uber. 

“You come and I’m eager to fuck but then lust washes away and I sit here and wonder why do I even bother to fuck someone who has no respect for me whatsoever.” 

“Haechan.” his eyes focused on you. “Is that what bothers you? That I don’t have any respect for you?” he kept silent. “ I do respect your existence, but I don’t have to respect your friends, your life choices and whatever. I’m not going to run in public and show everyone how much I respect you. I give you enough respect by sleeping with you, it’s my own decision, nobody forced me to. I’m not planning to go any past that and our arrangement does not require us to.”

“Are you not planning on going past that because you’re afraid to do so or because you really don’t want to?” Haechan asked tentatively, his fingers wrapping around your wrist to get an answer out of you. 

“I should go now, I don’t want to run into your friends. Bye, Haechan.” you pulled your hand out of his grip forcefully. 

“At least look me in the eyes.” 

“What is it again?” you rolled your eyes to land them on his face. “Haechan?” your brows raised in question when he stared like he was trying to suck the life out of you. 

“Okay, you go.” he suddenly just sent you on your merry way. 

-

You were enjoying the rare moments of the pre-lunch inner peace you were gifted by having a lecture in the nearest building to the cafeteria meanwhile your friends had to walk through the whole campus. Just a soul tune in your earphones to put away all the stress that built up through previous encounters with human beings - professors at most. 

You opened your eyes as the bench shifted under new weight, pulling an earphone out being completely convinced it’s Sua who quickly ran through the campus for food. 

How much of a disappointment it was when you heard a male voice next to your ears. 

“Hey.”

“Ugh.” you gulped trying not to give away your utter shock but failed terribly for sure. “Hey, what’s up?” getting to know what he needs and get rid of him quickly would be fantastic. He, though didn’t seem to be in a hurry and completely ignored you. 

“What is that?” he reached out for the little milk sitting next to your phone. “Is that the infamous milk from your anonymous admirer?”

“Yeah.” you simply stated, Haechan ripping the foil lid off in no time to drink your beverage. 

“That’s mine.” You protested when it was too late.

“Didn’t you say you don’t drink those.”

“I don’t but it’s still for me and not you. What if he’s watching us now?” you raised your brows at him, watching Haechan gulp on the milk and then look around. 

”Drink then. Make us kiss through the bottle.” You rolled your eyes at him.

”Such an idiot.” You sighed and looked around for a pair of curious eyes, maybe. ”I wouldn’t want that person to see I’m giving away their gifts.”

“You don’t want to hurt feelings of a stranger but intently choose to hurt mine every day of your life.” he spoke what seemed like more to himself than to you. 

“I don’t-“

“If he does watch maybe we should put up a show so he backs off.” Haechan’s hand that most likely reached out to your face was stopped midway by yours. Your eyes spoke silent curses as your hand moved his under the table, not being able to free yourself from his hold for a good second. A good second of you almost having a whiplash from a weird gesture of his. 

“We’re not putting up anything. Is there something urgent you wanted, by the way?” you were really on the verge of saying something along the lines of ‘just send me time and place via message’ but held back on the last string of sanity. 

“Ugh, yeah. To commemorate us being project partners I suggest we hang out.” he dashed that last bit of milk and looked at you once again. 

“We literally have done nothing for that named project.” you came up with an immediate no, remembering at the same time that you had actually to do things for that project - no matter how hard you tried to forget it even existed. 

“Yeah, to set us off to good work we need to bring ourselves closer in other ways than the usual one.” you felt a cold shiver run down your spine at the mere mention of that. 

“It’s easier I do the thing myself and you’ll pretend you took part.” 

“No!” Haechan spoke loudly. “That’s not something up for discussion. We’re going out - you and me for the projects sake, you get me? Not like the two people that sleep with each other - like classmates.”

“Can you shut up with that?” you hissed. 

“Yes, cupcake. I mean, Y/n.” he cleared his throat. “I wouldn’t call a classmate that name out of nowhere.” 

“Good for you.” you caught yourself suddenly smiling at him and cut that off in an instance. 

“Fancy meeting you two here.” Sua walked over to the table.

“Hey.” you acknowledged her presence with a smile. “How’s it going?” 

“I’m confused, are we just pretending he’s not here or … what?” the girl propped her body across from you. 

“Haechan’s leaving.”

“No I’m not.” you raised your eyebrows at him to look his audacity in the eye. 

“Hey.” Eunsoo sat next to Sua. “Are you… meeting Jeno here?” she looked directly at Haechan. 

“No, I’m here for Y/n.” you were sure the invisible droplet of sweat on your forehead was pretty visible by now. 

“Oh… ugh, okay. Should we give you space?” Eunsoo suddenly looked concerned. 

“Oh god, no.” you laughed her off. “We’re project partners and we’ve done nothing yet that’s why he’s here.” 

“Yeah.” Haechan nodded, cooperating, surprisingly. 

“Cool.” Eunsoo shrugged uninterested now that it’s not about gossip. Silence fell upon table. “Oh, you should force your project partner to go on that boat trip Jeno’s arranging. I feel like she’s really not going.” 

“I’m not paying for that, Eunsoo, for real.” you rolled your eyes for the nth time in the hour. 

“She’d poop the party anyway, why would I invite her.” 

“What?” you hissed “shut up!” you punched his shoulder lightly, getting a high pitched fake cry out of the boy. 

“Ouch.” Haechan rubbed his arms with furrowed eyebrows. 

“That’s so not true.”

“You wish.” he cackled. 

“Do you all agree with him?” you took a look at you friends. 

“No, no. I personally don’t-“

“Maybe, a little.” Sua cringed. 

“Come and prove you’re not.” Haechan challenged you. 

“You wish. That’s such a childish trick you’re playing here.” you cackled. 

“Okay, party pooper.”

“Yeah, I’m a party pooper and you should go - I don’t want my friends not being able to digest their food because they have to look at you.” 

“Lol.” the boy stood up, making you internally sigh. The interaction lasted for too long, you felt like puking. Eunsoo’s eyes were about to eat you alive. 

“Aeri’s here, I’m going to get food with her.” Sua jumped up the moment Haechan took steps from the table. 

“You two seem super close.” Eunsoo dropped the facade and jumped on you immediately. 

“Not really.” 

“He’s appearing more and more often in front of my eyes.” 

“I’m not sure, maybe you’re just paying more attention to him now?” you looked at her with the face like you honestly tried to think of what she was meaning. “Don’t you two hang out more often since Jeno been inviting you everywhere he goes?” 

“Yeah, maybe that’s what it’s about.” Eunsoo moved onto the next topic without a second try and it seemed too weird. Weird to the extent you had to make an internal mark in your head on your friends behaviour.

-

“Hey, you.“ Haechan stretched out a crutch as a barrier in front of you, almost leaving you with a stroke.

“What the hell?“ You furrowed your eyebrows at the sitting boy. “You’re appearing too much in front of my eyes, disappear.“ You waved him off.

“You ignored my message yesterday, I was expecting to see you.“ Haechan stood up to look at you better.

“Wasn’t that a message to hang out as project partners or something?“

“You did see it! It was exactly that, yes.“

“Well I’m not obliged to run to you on the first call when you’re suddenly in need of company. If you would’ve texted me lets fuck, I would’ve showed up, but a college friend me is a real bitch, I don’t recommend.“ You shook your head. 

“Tomorrow.“

“What’s tomorrow?“ 

“You and me we’re going somewhere it’s not up for discussion, for real this time. As project mates, so please look better than when you usually come to fuck.“

“Excuse me?!“ 

“Don’t take offence.“

“I will, you loser.“

“I know where you live.“

“Yeah?“

“Yeah, I’ll come pick you up around 8.“

“If I’ll be home then yes, maybe, deal.“

“You WILL be home.“

“Haechan-ah, college friend me is a real bitch, you don’t want to hang out with her I promise.“ 

“It’s not like a fuck buddy you is any easier on me.” he crooked a brow, you trying to hit him as he walks away. 

-

“You picked up, I’m flattered.” Haechan murmured into the phone, you felt a shiver run down your spine at the tone of his voice. 

“Oh, ugh, Haechan? I thought it said someone else’s name, bye.” you spoke quickly, moving your finger to end the call but obviously paused for a reaction. 

“I appreciate your joke.” You could hear the click of his tongue through the phone. “I’m outside and I hope you’re about to put your shoes on and come out.”

“Mm… maybe?” you said sheepishly not knowing what you actually wanted to say. If only you could see Haechan shiver at your stutter you would shiver too. He nodded his head to himself, hanging up on you. 

Your eyes ran over your reflection in the mirror, taking a good look once again at what you were wearing. A denim skirt you haven’t worn in a terribly long while, a cute top to match, you were about to put on a jacket to keep you warm in case Haechan wanted to hang out outside. Did you look like you were trying to dress up? Were you overthinking your appearance all of a sudden or did you have an actual thing to worry about? Dressing up, for Lee Haechan of all people? He wish, you cackled to yourself. 

“No way in hell I’m going to let even the thought crawl into his head.” you mumbled, storming down to your bedroom. “Now, that’s better.”  you smoothed out the hoodie with the logo of your school you threw over your pretty top to bring more casualty into the outfit. Looking like a simple college girl sounded better. 

“Your leg?” you ran up to him for no particular reason, you suddenly realised it probably felt like you ran to him because you wanted to greet him quicker and slowed down only when you were already terribly close. 

“It healed.” he smiled in a weird way, staring down into your soul for the briefest moment and you felt your cheeks turn red, imagining him finally being able to fuck you in many different ways. His eyes seemed to travel down that road too and you blinked.

“Congrats, I guess? You were so nosy with those crutches.” you smiled and ran your eyes over his appearance - black tight jeans, a shirt or a long sleeve, you couldn’t work out which one it was, under a zip up hoodie with a leather bomber jacket crossed by a cross-body bag. A perfect all black outfit you haven’t seen him sport before. 

“Thank you.”

“So… do you have something planned or we’re just gonna walk where our eyes take us?” you felt awkward staring at him for too long. The two of you were sober and were meant to act like college friends, not the fuck buddies, but the more you stared at his face, perfectly shaped plump lips and the jaw line that got visibly sharper in the past few months all you could think about is how dumb of a bitch you were when you told him kissing was off limits. Okay, it was off limits and you knew that for sure, but his obviously freshly washed hair and the outfit that for your dislike made him look sexy and inevitably attractive to the lower parts of your body still made you frustrated with your own self. It wasn’t even that long since you last had sex, but suddenly you were burning and nothing could put out that fire because you would not beg him to kiss you. You would not admit that to him because you could already see Haechan’s smirk once he hears you say it. But, at least, you could be honest to yourself, so you finally admitted - fuck it, I do really want to kiss him. You gulped because it felt like he was reading your thoughts silently for hours, standing there outside your apartment building. 

“I actually drove here.” you properly focused on what he said. 

“With a bike?”

“With a car, cupc-, I mean Y/n, I’m sorry.” he made a face like he really rehearsed calling you by the name and messed the very first chance given “I drove here with a car because we’re going somewhere to ease us a little? I can’t work with someone I’m not on good terms, I wanna be good with this project. Are you?” 

“Of course, I want to do good.” you giggled awkwardly with your words. 

“Then, let’s go.” he turned around on his heels and walked towards a car that seemed… expensive? Did he borrow that from Jeno? You quickly followed behind, getting yourself onto the passenger seat. 

“I didn’t even know you had a car. Is it yours for real?” 

“Ugh, yes.” He nodded pressing the button to start the engine. 

“I thought you had no money?” 

“I obviously do, have you seen the amount we have to pay for studying at our school?” the numbers were big for sure but somehow it never crossed your mind. 

“Okay, secretly rich guy.” 

“Does that play matters to you or what? Are you more comfortable with walking? Or me saying I stole the car from a stranger like those stupid bikes?” 

“No, no. It’s just… nice. I like it. And I’ve never seen you drive, I’m surprised, that’s it.” 

“When we’re together I’m either high or drunk or bout to be, I’d like to point out I’m not to that extent reckless to drive in those states.” 

“I know, I know, I didn’t think of you like that.” 

“Cool.” he nodded and then you two stopped talking for the rest of the drive. “We’re here.” Haechan caught your attention, parking the car next to a small pier. Did he try to take you on a boat…? Like a date type of thing? Your insides flipped. 

“What for?” you didn’t move an inch while Haechan was half way out, dropping back into his seat. 

“Come out I’ll show you.” 

A moment later you were next to him, catching up to his feet walk down the steps. 

“Hey, I thought you’ll explain?” 

“Yeah, right, see there?” His finger pointed on the other side of the river. You tried to work out what he was pointing at but your not that good vision worked even more terribly during night time. 

“I guess.” you turned your head back to take a look at Haechan. 

“You obviously don’t.” he sighed and pulled you by your elbow to where he stood, hooking one of his arms over yours, and pointing once again. 

“Haechan, I have poor vision, I won’t work out what you’re showing no matter what you do.” Haechan’s chest was approximately 1 cm away from your back, making you jump scared when his forehead dropped onto your shoulder. 

“Let’s go,” he mumbled “you’re hopelessly blind.” he cackled. 

“Hey! It’s night.”

“Yeah, dude, sure.” you smiled at the nickname. “We gotta hurry though or we’re waiting for the next ferry for 20 minutes.” Haechan tugged onto your fingers now, dragging you down the stairs.  

“Why the river transportation?” you asked as he paid for the tickets and you walked inside. The ferry was small and still almost empty. 

“It helps me relax.”

“And why are we going to the other side of the river?”

“Because the restaurant there serves the best food in the whole city.” 

“Okay?” you were a little confused with him. “Can you let go of my hand now?”

“No, I was thinking of dragging you outside.” he grinned mischievously, pulling on your hand once again to take up some stairs. He let go of you when you climbed up the last stair, walking forward to look around. Besides this simply  being a way to go to Haechan’s favourite place the view was beautiful, Seoul on both sides of you, a bridge right across where you were looking lit up with lights. This was a pretty fancy way to go eat with a friend, you thought. Haechan walked forward, away from you and you sat down on one of the benches, crossing your legs. 

“This is cool.”

“I told you, it’s really relaxing.” 

“And beautiful.” you added, watching Haechan walk back to you. 

“You’re about to get the full experience.” he smiled, reaching out to his bag hanging on his back. 

“Hm?” Haechan propped his body next to yours, holding out an airpod for you. You took it quickly without a question. The other airpod went into his ear and Haechan began to scroll through his phone focused. Finally, the music filled your right ear, a slow r’n’b tune you weren’t sure you’ve heard before. It fit the bright lights above the river perfectly and you took a deep breath in, sinking in the moment, closing your eyes to have a little time at peace with yourself. You couldn’t believe Haechan was sharing his peace with you as a friendly gesture. You felt his shuffling on your side, not paying much attention to what he was doing until the warm material hit your knees, you saw his bomber laying atop of your bare knees. You wanted to tell him something, maybe a thank you? Or that you weren’t cold? But you were outrun by Haechan, by his next gesture, to be completely accurate. 

With a completely straight face he switched positions and suddenly his head was laying atop of your thighs. He crossed his arms on the chest, closing eyes immediately. Your arms raised in defence the moment you felt him lie down. Haechan probably sensed you didn’t lower your hands back, opening his eyes and dragging your palm to lay next to his head, the other dragged onto his chest, caged under his fingers. He didn’t act out of friendliness, he was onto something you were convinced now for sure.

But for no reason at all you didn’t want to fight whatever was going on in his head? 

“I won’t mind if your fingers would run a little through my hair.” you tried to keep your heart at bay, your legs were burning, your face was burning, your body was burning, everything in you burned, you weren’t sure your underwear wasn’t turning damp. He was fucking with you out of nowhere at all. You didn’t really want to play along, his actions just made you want him more, but you were not bound to get him inside of you tonight anyway. Maybe, that’s why he did that? He just wanted to get you frustrated and not give you the rest. The thought made it easier for you to breathe, it was an acceptable explanation. “Will you not?” Haechan suddenly wined, squeezing your hand. 

You dug your nails into his scalp, running them a little further. He almost purred like a satisfied cat. “Maybe that’s what’s been missing on these relaxing trips to put me in pure ecstasy.”

“A hand in your hair?” you chuckled and brushed past his fringe. 

“Your hand in my hair.” Haechan stared back at you, moving his eyes behind you. “Oh, we’re here, let’s go.” he jumped up as unexpectedly as he lain down, tugging on your hand once again. For god’s sake, what is up with him tonight, you thought. 

“I just realised how much of a stupid idea it was to drive here.”

“Why?” you asked curiously, finally walking with your own pace, still holding on to Haechan’s jacket because he forgot to take it from you when you were running and now it worked like a nice hand warmer for you.  

“I can’t drink, and nothing goes better with a kimchi stew and grilled pork belly than somaek.” 

“We’re having kimchi stew?” you laughed. You didn’t think he’d take you to eat kimchi stew for a date, that’s not very roma-. Shut up, you told yourself and stopped dead in your tracks. You did not just stupidly confuse this with a date. Haechan was doing the right thing, except for the ferry behaviour, which is besides the point, he took you to a place friends visit. It was a cool thing, you actually loved the idea of his. It did really mean he tried to make you comfortable with each other besides fucking, he wanted to make your project work successfully. 

“Are you okay?” Haechan noticed you completely falling behind. 

“Yes, I realised I haven’t given your jacket back. Put it back on, it’s cold.” 

“Your legs are all out and I’m wearing three layers of clothing, you should keep it to not get sick.”

“I’m fine though.” you pushed the jacket against his chest and he didn’t go any further with trying to make you keep it. He simply put it back on and you loved it, loved it when people weren’t making you do things you clearly didn’t want to. 

“I love how this place has a view.” You smiled lookeing at the river. “I don’t think I’ve ever been to a traditional place like that. Like it’s proper restaurant but apparently the food’s here good too. That’s amazing.” you smiled sincerely, putting a whole spoonful of stew in your mouth. “How did you find this place?” 

“I got lost in the city and was hungry and came here without any expectations but it turned into my favourite place out of nowhere. They have great menu, there’s everything I love.”

“I like it here.”

“We could come here together whenever you’d want to.” he suggested, you looked him in the eyes and nodded. It can be a good thing to visit this place once in a while with Haechan. 

You talked and laughed and didn’t even biker once. He was noisy by nature, smart mouthed, quick witted when he needed it for his own good. He could make people around him smile, laugh hysterically even, listen to him, allow him to do whatever he wanted to do and most likely would in return get whatever the hell he wanted people to do for him. Haechan had a way with his words and every action, he made you feel at ease when he spoke. You didn’t talk much, you just watched him talk, laugh, show each and every emotion through the stories he told. Haechan was made to make people feel alive, besides frustration, anger, rage maybe and a whole other list of things he usually made you feel. But here tonight, sitting at the table with him you could finally imagine in a bigger picture why his friends loved him, why he was the centre of everyone’s attention - because he was a fluff ball of liveliness and happiness. And you couldn’t deny the feeling that bubbled in your chest anymore - Haechan made you feel alive. You looked away from him to stop the feeling because it wasn’t a great realisation. It was a sad ass thing to know because immediately you locked down on yourself for feeling anything towards him - it was wrong. The metaphorical stick up your ass stirred a little to remind you it was still there. 

“You’re so-o lucky you met me.” he chuckled, dropping his back against the seat. 

“Why is that?” you leaned in more to him intrigued. You chuckled to swallow a lump because if he read in your eyes you were having fun right now he’d never let you live. 

“I’m the greatest in anything with academic studies involved so you’re safe in that project.”

“Oh, for real?” 

“Yup.” he popped the p with his insanely attractive lips. 

“Cool then, we should start soon.”

“What about tomorrow?”

“Library? Or my place?” 

“Your place?” Haechan raised eyebrows. Yes, your roommate is going to be a thin wall away, she’ll be a reason not to be triggered by your temptations. 

“Your place kind of have memories that are not great for studying.” Haechan smirked.

“True.” he gave you a nod. “My classes tomorrow finish around 5 I believe.”

“Cool, mine too. We could go straight to my place after class.”

“Deal.” 

-

“Hey, partner.” Haechan found you round lunch time and for the first time since you’ve known him, him talking to you in public space didn’t feel like you were punished. 

“Hey.” you turned around to look at his frame, squinting your eyes as the sun behind him beamed too brightly through the window. You swallowed a smile that unexpectedly began to crawl onto your face when you watched his mouth stretch out in a smile. “You’re done?”

“No, no. I just found you here and thought I’ll come up and check on you .” Haechan motioned with his hands for you to move in your seat to free up space for him. 

“Check on me why?” you cackled clueless as to why you need to be checked on. 

“Hm… I don’t know, just check on you. If we’re still going to yours?” 

“Yea, yes.” you smiled “I’m still into idea of getting a good grade.” 

“Cool.” he nodded, focusing his eyes on the paper laying in front of you. 

“You’re going to have lunch here?” you took in his frame. 

“No, I won’t bother you.” he smiled crookedly. 

“Thanks.” you shrugged, watching Haechan stand up and turn away. 

“Actually.” he paused and your head snapped back to his body. “Here, take it.” he moved his hands swiftly, reaching into his pocket and then back in front of you, placing a bottle on the table. 

“What is it?” You didn’t really need an answer, you could see very clearly with your eyes. 

“A grape soda, I thought you said you like those.” 

“Yeah, I do.” you half laughed half coughed in response. “But why-?”

“I-huh.” Haechan sighed loudly, finally meeting your gaze. “I took your milk before so it’s my pay back. You’re welcome.” he winked at you smirking, getting out of the trans he was in and back to his normal self. 

“Yeah.” you simply nodded, as he turned on his heels and walked away. 

-

“So,” you sang, facing Haechan as your feet passed the threshold. “Welcome to my crib!” you cackled, holding out your hands welcoming him in.  

“That’s a spacious living room.” Haechan immediately commented, running his eyes over the room he was able to see right from the entrance. 

“Yeah, sort of. We’re girls, we need space for different stuff.” you shrugged. 

“Ugh, who’s your roommate by the way? Is she home?” Haechan asked curiously, lowering his attention to the laces of his shoe. 

“It’s me.” Eunsoo made him startled, by appearing against the closest wall, the boy raising his head back up in a flash. “And I’m home.” she chuckled. 

“Hi.” Haechan swallowed. 

“Do you mind taking him to your room?” Eunsoo directed her gaze at you. 

“I mind.” you nodded vigorously at her question. “I don’t take boys to my room on our first studying session, Eunsoo-ya, you know the rules I live by.” you bat your eyelashes at your friend, walking further into the apartment. “Especially if the boy’s someone like him, beware.” 

“What nonsense are you saying?” Haechan grunted as his body dropped onto the couch. He took out his laptop, placing the device over his lap, leaning more against the backrest. 

“Did you really mean it when you said you were good with these things?”

“I meant it.” Haechan nodded, typing in the password blindly, his eyes trained on you. 

“Maybe you don’t need me then?” you turned your head to the side a little like a puppy and smiled. 

“No,” he shook his head “every megamind need a little helper to take up little tasks every now and then.” you rolled your eyes at his words. 

“I had a feeling you’d say something dumb.” you stood up, catching Haechan’s concerned eyes on you. “I’ll go get my laptop and everything I wrote down during lectures.” 

“Yup.” he nodded and turned back away. Haechan acted like he didn’t need you here, like he was only focused on studying and working, you couldn’t remember him being that focused during class, usually his eyes were trained on his smartphone that was turned horizontally and definitely was not used for writing down whatever professors were saying. 

“Since when are you all about studying?“ You broke off the silence that hung above your heads as Haechan read through an article you barely took a glance at while you blankly stared at your laptop for the time being. For the past twenty minutes, to be exact. He doesn’t even get up to pee, he just taps away, asking lecture related questions and some advise on adding certain sentences into the text he was working on so smoothly. You couldn’t stop yourself from appreciating his working passion, or the view he was giving you. You were working hard on not being obvious that maybe like every ten minutes you made sure to check him out. The way his fingers were pressing the buttons on the laptop, his thumb fidgeting the nail shaped ring on his finger whenever he paused typing or scrolling to read. His plush lower lip at most times being teased by his teeth while he was thinking. The way he pressed teeth into his thumb while listening to you answering his questions regarding lectures. Haechan forming his lips into a pucker two rear times in the past three and a half hours as he felt terribly sore in his neck, resting his back against the couch, brushing back the hair off his forehead with elbows up in the air. You could list many more random things he did randomly while he was working and you partially procrastinating- feeding onto your new sudden obsession with everything Haechan does but he replied and you had to at least try and focus on whatever left his lips.

“Trying to keep up with you, be a good boy for you and all that shit.“ he spoke distantly, you almost didn’t catch whatever left his mouth until you did and stared at him shocked, Haechan already looking at you with a smirk. 

“Stop being weird.“ You chuckle in a weak attempt to not feel so… weird yourself? You were pretty sure your face was burning red, it felt like you got exposed and it made you even more weird and nervous.

“Don’t you like it?“ He teased and reached out his hand to squeeze your leg above your knee. “Shit, are you shivering?“ He laughed, dropping his back against the couch, as you lowered your eyes onto your exposed legs as if in shock, as if you couldn’t feel it yourself. You were glad at least there was a hoodie over your upper body, hiding away from his eyes the fact your entire being shivered to his touch like you were never touched by him before.

“Can we go back to our project.“ You huffed.

“No.“ Haechan straightened his back with a serious face expression. “Not when you shiver to my touch. Come here.“ He reached out a hand to you and you put all of your energy to not give away with your face or other body parts that you considered giving him your hand without a doubt for a good second. 

“No.“

“Come on, cupcake. I want you now.“ Haechan licked his lips and you shivered once again thinking how you would like to get heavily drunk to just kiss him and pretend afterwards you didn’t remember a single thing. 

“Shut up.“ Eunsoo had great hearing, that you learned through the two years you lived with her, shushing the boy.  

“I though we had an agreement.“ he pouted and stirred his body closer to yours.

“Haechan.“ You sighed not knowing what exactly the fuck was going on inside your head, not moving away when he crawled even more closer, trying to pretend you were focusing on your web-page when in fact you were shivering all over once again at the mere feeling of him next to your skin. 

“Mmh, cupcake.“ He mumbled into your hair, wrapping a hand over your waist. It helped him to pull you more against his back, allowing his lips to find the skin on your neck. “Why are you shivering?“ he chuckled against you, making a new wave of shivers run down your body. “It’s like the hundredth time I’m touching you, I’ve never gotten such a vivid reaction.“ Haechan left an open mouthed kiss where your jaw met your ear. 

“I don’t like it, shivers are the form of my body saying put your hands away.“ You blabbered the first thing that came to your mind.

“Are you sure?“ Haechan giggled against your skin, rubbing his face against your throat. “Can we ask your roomie to take a walk?“ 

“Haechan, what are you trying to do.“ you clicked your tongue to get back to your senses and not drop your head back onto his shoulder. 

“Make you wet. I’m actually sure you’re already, right?“ Haechan’s hand that’s been hugging your waist went a little up to cup your clothed breast. 

“I wouldn’t get wet just because you breathed for three second into my neck like a creep.“ 

“Okay.“ He chuckled and moved his head away, not letting go of you with his hands a single bit. 

“It’s not very comforting when you’re holding onto my boob like that.“ you craned your neck to be able see his face a little. 

“Did anyone ask you what happened to your neck?“ Haechan’s attention jumped onto the side of your neck he bit onto, keeping his hand exactly where it was and ignoring you completely. “Mmh?“ he ran a finger over the bruise, making you shiver once again. You sighed internally at your stupid reaction to his touch. 

“Yeah, unfortunately.“

“Did you lie?“ You sighed dramatically. 

“Had to tell everyone I was attacked by a wild dog on my way back to the apartment.“  Haechan burst into laughter once again, letting go of you as his body fell against the couch once again.

“Maybe the truth would’ve sounded better?“

“That I was bit by a dog inside of an apartment?“

“Ha-ha.“ Haechan teased. “You should’ve told them you were bit by a very passionate male that came so hard inside of you after you sucked him off so good he just couldn’t hold back from marking you.“ His hands once again pressed your body against him. “I wouldn’t mind cuming inside of you now too.“ He let you know once again and even though you liked the felling of his body pressed against you, you liked how his hot breath fanned over your skin, made you all hot with want, but it made you feel so conflicted at the same time you were about to get a headache. You knew if he’d get his hands on you for real you’d want to kiss him so badly you won’t hold back and would want the feeling of his lips on yours regularly. Your insides were doing backflips because unlike your brain organs were actually realising you were having other feelings for Haechan in addition to those you were already meant to have. Knowing him better as a person was doing things to your intimate relationship, at least, on your side. 

“We’re here why?“ You spoke louder than you intended to, taking his hands in yours for him to let go, but he just held onto your fingers instead like he had claws. 

“I’m not sure anymore now that my cock’s stirring in my pants.“ he kept his voice as low as he possibly could. 

“For studying, Haechan.“ You tried not to lower your eyes to see for yourself if he was as hard as you were wet. 

“Okay, do you want me to jerk off in the bathroom to the thought of you and come back for studying?“ Maybe, yes? You bit your tongue before the words could actually spill.

“Maybe we should be done for today.“  You stood up, turning to face Haechan, feeling his arms wrap around your calves, lips above your knees. “I will kick your teeth with my knee, I mean it.“ You practically barked at him, sounding much harsher than you intended to. You didn’t see a point in consuming his teasing when you knew for sure fucking wasn’t an option for the both of you while Eunsoo’s at home, and she’s practically always at home. Being frustrated alone in your room, longing for the pressure of his body against yours with amount of his mouth and fingers you already felt on your body already was almost inevitable by now, if only he could stop right this minute, you thought, and watched him get up and close his computer.

“Next session’s at my place.“ He pointed a finger at you making you swallow your smile.

[temple-lux]

Walking in on you after a shower (Brothers)

(You pronouns used. Gender neutral.)

Lucifer:

He was looking for Mammon to lecture him again. He swears he didn’t mean to walk in on you.

His eyes go wide he immediately slams the door shut, almost breaking it of the hinges and making everything worse.

Won’t apologize at first.

“Have you ever heard of a lock?”

Doesn’t feel bad enough to stop thinking about the way you looked though. Only in private of course.

Make him beg for forgiveness. Come on, imagine how entertaining that would be.

You can tell that he’s still embarrassed, but don’t bring it up to anyone else unless you have a death wish.

Mammon:

Probably has grimm stashed away all throughout the house like a gremlin. (There’s a pun in there somewhere.) This one in particular happens to be in one of those toothbrush holder tubes. He was just in the bathroom to sneak it out.

Oh, shit. You’re in the bathroom.

OH, SHIT! YOU’RE IN THE BATHROOM!!!

Screams like a baby and turns away, blabbing out apologies.

Runs face first into the door trying to get out.

Probably keeps glancing back at you in the mirror on accident and feels awful about it, but he couldn’t stop if he tried.

Will buy you a lock bar to put on the bathroom door.

You know, so no one else walks in on you. He’s gotta protect his human.

Leviathan:

Okay there’s no way mans doesn’t have a bathroom attached to his bedroom so for the sake of the prompt this was a complete and utter set up.

Mammon probably stole a figurine and told him he put it in the bathroom! And it would get moldy with all the humidity and heat!

Races in there. Doesn’t even hear the water running or cut off.

You step out of the shower the same time he opens the door.

Levi goes tomato red and if you thought Mammon was a stuttering mess this is ten times worse. Will go on about how disgusting he is for intruding and apologizing.

He covers his eyes from looking at you, but still looks around the bathroom. There’s no figurine in sight.

Only then does he realize it’s a set up and oh boy does he have a few choice words for Mammon.

Will not step foot outside his room for weeks even if the house is burning. Won’t let you in either.

Let him sulk at your feet and grovel he’s so gross!!! How dare he intrude on you!!! How could you ever forgive him?!!!

Satan:

He was about to out and wanted to make sure he didn’t look too disheveled. That bathroom mirror was the closest.

Quickly averts his eyes and turns around.

He will apologize, but it was an honest mistake so he doesn’t feel the need to grovel.

Will try to make it up to you through actions even if you tell him it’s fine.

If you mention this ever again he gets extremely embarrassed. He already apologized please don’t hold this over him forever.

Asmodeus:

Another one where they definitely prefer to use their own personal bathroom, but I digress. Probably left a lotion in there or something.

Stares for a good second and then turns around when he catches himself. Still keeps talking to you though. Definitely a few compliments.

“Hey, have you seen my- stop screaming, it’s just me. Have you see my lotion?”

Will get out if you ask him too.

But will also jokingly do the “Without me?” *fuckboy emoji* thing.

More respectful than people give him credit, but really needs that lotion back, please.

Beelzebub:

Dude was just trying to take a shower after working out he didn’t know you were already in there! He’s sorry!

Legitimately doesn’t know what to do when he sees you so he just stares for a few seconds. Deer in headlights mode.

Doesn’t even say anything, just slams the door shut as he leaves.

Unfortunately, he had a death grip on that doorknob so the door doesn’t shut all the way. Or, unlike Lucifer, he actually breaks the door. Like, shatters it.

Apologizes after the fact. Will give you portions of his meals to make up for it.

You want cinnamon buns at two in the morning and don’t want to get up to get them? He’s there immediately. Whatever you want.

Definitely needs a cold shower after that ordeal though.

Belphegor:

Dude does straight up not care.

He’s here to brush his teeth, not stare at you. If you’re in the bathroom when he needs to be then that’s your deal.

If he apologizes it’s just to calm you down.

He’s half asleep when he walks in anyway, he doesn’t spare you the time of day.

After he’s done brushing his teeth though he at least tells you goodnight.

Leaves immediately afterwards.

Will from now on only go to that bathroom though. Just in case…

[lunatic-flores]

𝑺𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝑾𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒔.

𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 : (𝘠/𝘕) has inability to talk to the elders since Alma put her too much pressure since she was little, and that almost break the relationship of her and her mother.

→ 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐰𝐨 : 𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖊.

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A new day, a new expressive poem that has slipped under Julieta's door. She had no idea who has been give her this beautiful words, either it's long or short. She needs to remember her husband that she is sure that she don't have a single admirer.

“Another one?” Agustin asks while searching his glasses and then glance at his wife, Julieta can only chuckled and nodded her head as she take the crumbled paper with a tiny bow on the upper left.

“they're really good at hiding themselves.” Julieta respond while reading the lovely fresh poem that's just for her and her only.

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Your love was like moonlight

turning harsh things to beauty,

so that little wry souls

reflecting each other obliquely

as in cracked mirrors ... beheld in your luminous spirit

their own reflection,

transfigured as in a shining stream,

and loved you for what they are not.

You are less an image in my mind

than a luster

I see you in gleams

pale as star-light on a gray wall

evanescent as the reflection of a white swan

shimmering in broken water.

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“Well, at least this one is very lovely.” Julieta laughs as her husband gave her a kiss on the cheek and then the two of them started to do their chores as usual. Julieta's day seem to be brighter and more brighter after an accident happened to her.

“what is going on here?”

“Tía! We uh— ... We might have accidently dropped some of your glass bowls .. Anduh- yeah, that's all hehe.” Camilo tried to explain - not wanting to get a heavy punishment, but his prima, his quite prima is also part of the accident.

Her eyes moved to the broken bowls and then she spot her very first bowl that she used to try her gift. Camilo and (Y/N) could see that the dissapoiment and Sadness are fillong the older woman's eyes.

For some reasons, They couldn't talk. And it's very overwhelming.

“Let's just— help me clean these things, please.” Camilo swear that he saw his prima is sweating nervously as heck. Her face is quickly turned very pale making him worried, “Uh ... Mi Prima? Are you—”

“Todo está bien.” with that, she immediately left to grab a broom and clean the mess, not letting Camilo help her either. After cleaning the mess, the two of them apologized to older woman “We are so sorry, Tía Julieta. We promise that we will not break anything ever again.”

(Y/N) nod her head furiously as she tried to avert her gaze to somewhere else. Not brave enough to let out a single word to her mother while fidgeting her fingers nervously.

“It's alright, you two can go now.” with that, (Y/N) immediately run out of the kitchen leaving Camilo behind.

At first, Julieta thought that the person is her own daughter who never spoke to anyone since she was twelve. She's not very talkative. She won't talk unless it's necessary like a conversation about the family.

But it's no use since she never saw a single paper or pencil that she had to use if she wanted to write anything in her daughter's room.

Is it Mirabel?

“Huh? What poem? I haven't write anything yet for the exciting day!”

Then, is it Isabela?

“I am so sorry mamá, but i'm really busy that i don't have a chance to write a letter even it's for you. Maybe it's Luisa, since she haven't gave you something new?”

Luisa—

“Mamá. I don't even have a pencil and a paper.”

Julieta sighs in defeat. The writing style is unfamiliar to her, that's what make it more difficult. Why don't she just ask the children to write and check their writing style? —

“Oh wait, i think that would work. If the person is not from this family, then it really is from someone else - i think Agustin will be the one who search them up for me.”

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“Oh oh! Are we going to write a letter to each other?” Antonio asks his aunt excitedly as he grab his pencil, “Hm, yes - of course we will! Since we have a free time, why don't we spend it together?”

Julieta had to dragged brought the adults to join her too, she just wants to see their writing style too. Not only the children. “how about a poem?” Dolores question making Julieta's attention immediately moved to her.

“Of course, you can write a poem too!”

As she finished, her gaze kept wandering to one by one. But none of them showing any suspicions to her. This is very difficult. But little did she know, one of her dear daughter is now sweating. Her hands are wet. Her heart beat so fast making Dolores glance at (Y/N).

Before she could asks her prima, (Y/N) shot up while breath in then out and showed her stoic face as if nothing happened to her. And then she just started writing leaving Dolores drowned in confusion.

‘What just happened to her?’

Right now, (Y/N) is debating with herself in her mind. What is she going to write? A poem like she used to write for her mother? But she's afraid of getting caught. She never apologized properly, and she wants to take baby steps.

‘I am screwed.’

(Y/N) decided to change her writing style, and surprisingly, it goes well. And it's quite different from the style she used to. Slowly, a small smile crept on her face ashe began to write a short letter.

Letting her hands dancing with the pencil on the paper, slowly but surely. It is very expressive words. After everyone is done, Julieta still can't find the mysterious person. It is decided.

The person is from the village. Not her family. But who in the world loved her platonically? Is it the orphanage children? No, she don't think so.

She sighs in defeat, making her daughters look at her worriedly. “Hey, do any of you have any idea what makes mom look confused right now?” Isabela asks her sisters quitely, making sure that the others doesn't hear them. Luisa began to think and then shake her head “Nope, but she looks fine for these past few days to me.” she reponds.

“Huh, then what about you Mirabel?” Isabela turn to her youngest sister, “I don't know, but all i know that mom has gotten one or two poems everyday in the morning for these past few weeks.” The youngest answered while glancing at her mother.

“A poem? ... So that's why she wants us to write anything so she can match the writing style, huh?” Isabela mutters and then searching for her another sister. Unfortunately, (Y/N) stood up and then left the living room first.

“Uh ... Why is she so quite and hurry?” Luisa asks that notices her sister's curiousity, “Mamá said she's not very talkative, but i l've once read her letters that is sooo expressive and it's very touching!” Mirabel yelled-whispers excitedly. “it's like — She's the silent words, y'know?”

And that clicked the three of them, “Hey, don't you think that the person who gave mom poems every morning is ... Her?” Dolores, the cousin who heard their conversation decides to joined them.

“What poem?” Isabela jumped at her sudden presence and then sighs, “Dios mio, Dolores. Don't scare me like that again!” “Oops, Lo siento.”

Mirabel explained everything to her prima and then letting her think for a moment, “Sometimes, i do hear someone is writing. But i am not sure who is it since they keep changing their place to write.” Isabela widen her eyes.

“(Y/N)!”

She exclaimed loudly making the other's attetion turned to her, also making Dolores closed her ears “Oh uh— ... Sorry.”

“Wait, so it's really (Y/N)?” Mirabel asks in more quite tone, “Are you sure about that? Because ... You know, she don't have any pencil and papers.” Luisa add in, “Unless she buy some.” Dolores fold her arms.

“Yes, and i'm sure it's really her.” Before she continue, (Y/N) quickly ran inside the living room again and take her bag. “Oh (Y/N)! We were just about to—”

Luisa is cut off when (Y/N) immediately left the room again, but the thing is, she accidently drop a single paper from her bag. Making Isabela quickly take it with her vines, “Oh look, she drop this.”

Dolores let out a quiet “hm!” in response. “Is that a ... Poem?” Mirabel take the paper from her hermana and then they read it together.

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Call out, Call loud : “I'm not ready, and don't come find me!”

The sacks in the toolshed smell like the trash seaside.

They’ll never find you in this blackhole salty dark,

You’ve never heard them sound so silent hushed before.

Don’t breathe. Don’t move. Stay dumb. Hide in your blindness.

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"It's like— she's hiding? There are some typos too.”

"What are you guys reading?” Camilo asks suddenly making them jumped and Isabela surprise him with her flowers.

“We are having girls talk, now shoo shoo.” Camilo rolled his eyes and then walk away in flamboyant, “i think we need to go to somewhere more quite.” Luisa recommended and then the four of them started to leave the living room as they excused themselves.

“Or ... Should we find (Y/N) instead?” “No, i don't think so. She'll freak out and teleport to somewhere we don't know.” Isabela read the paper once again and then they finally arrive at the quite place.

At least not too noisy for dear Dolores.

“Right, i almost forgot her gift is teleportation.” Mirabel mumbles, “but the poem says ‘I'm ready and come find me.’ i think she wants us to find her and talk to her?”

“Hm, but why don't she?” Dolores asks as she tilt her head to the side.

“It's because i'm not good at taking the conversation.” someone suddenly answered making the four of them look at the person. There, stood a young girl who is shaking, and quite messy. Maybe she's not using her gift and keep running for her life.

“H-Hola.” she muttered.

“(Y/N)! So it's really you!” Mirabel quickly throw herself to her hermana and let (Y/N) catch her without second thought. (Y/N) yelped and then hold her sister carefully, “I— ... Y-yes, i'm the one who ... Write those p-poems. I couldn't apologize properly to ... Mamá.” She rub her arms nervously after letting Mirabel go.

“So that's why the letters are so expressive because the person is having an inability to talk to the elders, huh?” Isabela add in.

“That's— ... You're right, Isabela.” (Y/N) sighs in defeat as she sat with the girls and take out her paper and pencil from her bag.

“Why don't you just talk to her, ya know, heart-to-heart?” Luisa asks curiously as she pat (Y/N)'s back, trying to ease her down.

“I can't, Luisa. It's hard, very hard. But i ... I tried my b-best, you know? I Uh— ... i just couldn't say it that easy.” Mirabel began to think in anticipate and then an idea came immediately, “You know what? You need to leave some hints here and there.”

“How—”

“Leave your name, letter by letter. And let mom collect it until your name is completed!” (Y/N) widen her eyes and then began to shake again, “W-what if she ... want to talk with me? I- i ... I couldn't—"

“Just take your time. Mamá will understand you, hermana.” Isabela hold her sister's hand and Dolores nod her head in agreement. “Just remember that she is not like abuela just because she's her daughter.” Dolores rub her back in circles.

Right.

Julieta is not like Alma.

Deep breath in, deep breath out. (Y/N) smiled at her hermanas and prima as she nod her head, without a second, the girls give her a big hug making her let out a pure laugh.

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“Oh? I think they're leaving some hints.” Julieta read the poem again while stacking the poems and put it all together. ;

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Once upon a memory

Someone wiped away a tear

Held me close and loved me,

The values you've have taught,

the care you've have given,

and the wonderful love you've shown,

Have enriched my life

in more ways than I can count.

I owe you an eternal paradise.

— Your dearest, (n).

---

Julieta was touched by the words. There's no possibility that this person loved her in romantic way, they adore her in sweetest platonic way.

She noticed that each poems had single letter in the end. That clicked her brain, she quickly put the letters all together and a name was completly written. “(Y/N)..?”

She remembered the accident day and since then her daughter began to feel more anxious and quite. She wipe her hands after making arepas and quickly left the kitchen in order to find her quite daughter.

“Ay, (Y/N).” she muttered worriedly.

Dolores who heard the whole muttering decide to inform her primas, “She's going to find (Y/N).” the girls stare at (Y/N), “w-what?”

“Prepare yourself, hermana.” Isabela pat her head even though she's quite taller than her. “Oh no, i don't think i can talk properly to her.” Mirabel smack her arm playfully, “Come on, don't be so pessimist! You'll be fine.”

“We'll be waiting for you when you're done.” Luisa chuckled at her sister's nervousness. It remembered her the day where she's feeling weak.

“I— uh— ... BUT—” (Y/N) was immediately cut off by her youngest sister.

“Casita.” Mirabel spoke in sudden before (Y/N) tries to escape by herself.

The floor started to move just to send (Y/N) out from the nursery, (Y/N)'s eyes shift to her mother's presence who is now searching for her. “Dios—... Dios, dios, dios—” she kept muttering and ran to find a hiding spot.

Instead of searching a safe place, she accidently bumped into her Tía Pepa who has a dark stormy cloud above her head, and later, she got strucked by one of her lighting that completely making her jolts in pain.

“i— i'm .. totally fine— ... ” her face immediately fall on the flat floor.

“JULIETA!!!” Pepa screamed in purest panic, making all the members of the family ran to her and only found (Y/N) laying on the floor.

“Oh.” Mirabel blurted out of nowhere making Isabela facepalmed at her, Luisa rub the back of her head bashfully as Dolores sighs in defeat.

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[rons-wheezely]

224 || G.W.

George Weasley x Reader, Soulmate AU

Genre: Fluff, humor

Summary: Each soulmate pair receives a special number to them, and them only, on the day they’re born into this world. The placement on the body can vary, so people usually keep to themselves unless they fancy someone or it’s displayed somewhere public. How do you go around explaining to your best friend that he’s the one?

A/N: i have been so inactive, I’m so sorry rip I am going to try to post a fic here and there, but I’m still a student doing student things... This blog recently turned 2 years old, and has reached about 300 followers, so thank you so much for those of you who have found me in the piles of other wonderful works :) I love you all from the bottom of my heart.

--x--

“Oh, do forgive me, Georgie,” you playfully shove him out of the way. He stumbles away from the shelf containing the last package of Fizzing Whizbees in time for you to snatch it into your hands. You hear him chuckle as he regains his balance behind you. It’s suffocatingly crowded with fellow students in Honeydukes, so he leans in close so you can hear him. 

His warm breath comes close to your ear, saying with a soft laugh,” At least share, alright?”

You tapped your chin thoughtfully as the smile plastered on your face turned into a smirk. You make your way to the cashier with George close behind. The candy in the box shake in your hands, and the decorative ring you’re wearing on your middle finger glimmers in the shop’s light. You call over your shoulder,” If you win the next match against Slytherin, I might.” 

This statement alone had George fist pump the air in satisfaction. Even if he lost, you would most likely share it anyways –– to cheer him up, of course. You two have been best friends since your first year when you cleverly evaded one of the twins’ pranks. It was a lucky guess, but the outcome left Fred and George tangled in a mess of burping up slugs for three hours. It was an easy friendship after that, other than the secret feelings you harbored for George, that is. 

Soon enough, the match came and the sight was an absolutely thrilling one. You watch as each player flies by, and each time the wind sweeps your hair in every direction. Fred and George are on a spectacular streak, and they never once miss the bludger. Thankfully you had a pair of binoculars and Lee Jordan’s commentary; the team was so small in the air that it was hard to tell what was happening.

Harry Potter was no doubt going to catch the snitch, and here he comes now swooping in underneath his teammates. He’s almost flat against his broomstick, urging it to go faster before Malfoy could get to the fluttering golden speck. All eyes are on Potter, and the boy is mere inches away. Just as his nimble fingers wrap around the snitch, another Gryffindor teammate drops from the air.

You can hear the subtle gasps from a few in the crowd who noticed. The Gryffindor team were too enraptured with Harry’s catch to notice that one of them was dropping ten, twenty, thirty meters to the ground. “George!” You cried.

As if sending a telepathic message to the other twin, though it is most likely he heard you yell as clear as day, Fred swoops down to save his brother from impact. You notice now that you're standing on your feet and leaning on the railing that separates you from your best friends on the field. You watch on in horror as Fred barely makes it in time. The breath you didn’t know you were holding finally escapes you, and your surroundings come back all at once. 

You hear the deafening silence and the sound of the wind blowing by. No one moves as they watch Fred land on the ground with George. It was Lee who ended the tension,” And with that, Gryffindor earns 130 points and has won the match…” 

All at once, everyone in the stands scrambles to get out. Elated with Harry’s catch and the twins’ safety, the student body goes their separate ways. You follow them as well and weave your way through the crowd to get to Fred and George. Panic fills your lungs, and every fiber in your body screams to make sure they’re okay.

“Fred!” You call out,” Are you two alright?”

“Yeah, no harm done to me,” he sighs,” –– Other than this git. A bludger whacked him straight on the side and he passed out on his ride down.” 

“It looks like it hurts… but it’s nothing Madame Pomfrey can’t handle, right?” You wince. You try to convince yourself that George is just sleeping a very deep, restful sleep.

“I reckon he’ll be fine, y/n.” Fred winks your way with a sly grin. “Visit him lots, yeah?”

Madame Pomfrey refused to let anyone in until she was done running some tests. When she finally let you visit, you rushed to sit next to George’s bedside. He stirred at your frantic movements and opened an eye to see you. “It’s not that bad is it?” He chuckles.

“She said that you’ve broken a few ribs, but you’ll be alright.” You smile. 

George sits up slowly, pretending to be in agonizing pain. You worry for a bit and reach out to him on instinct, but he laughs and tells you he’s okay. His torso is wrapped entirely with gauze over his clothes, and there are a few bandages wrapped around his forearms as well. Pomfrey had drawn a blanket over George earlier, so the white sheet still covered the lower half of his body. A moment goes by, and you hear a soft wheeze leaving George’s lips. “You don’t suppose my soulmate is into beaten up ginger-heads, do you?”

“Well,” you mull over your words. Pretending to take his question seriously, you answer,” they would have if you were Fred..” You laugh a little as you catch the glint in his eyes –– the mischievous one you had grown to love. 

“Oh, if only I looked exactly like that bloke.” He jokes. His head falls a little forward as he laughs. His gaze is drawn to his lap, and if you didn’t know any better, you’d say that he looked like those shy love interests in romantic muggle films. 

You notice that his fiery hair is covering his eyes, and your body compels you to get another glimpse of that wonderful boy’s face. Ever so gently, you reach your hand out and tuck a strand of his hair behind his ear. When your fingers curve around the back of his ear, you notice a few dark marks of what looks like a tattoo. Your eyebrows furrow together in confusion. You go to move more of his hair out of the way, but he turns his eyes to you. 

“Are you getting handsy with me y/n? Tryin’ to make a move, are you?” He smiles, but there is a small panic in his eyes as they frantically search yours. “You could’ve just asked me out, you know.”

“Is that your soulmate mark?” You ask.

“Maybe.”

“Well,” you huff playfully,” I might be able to tell you who your soulmate is. I might cry if your soulmate is Madame Pomfrey, though.”

“Is that a bad thing?” He asks, a playful tone in his voice.

"Georgie, please don’t tell me you have a thing for milfs.”

It takes everything in him to hold back his laughter. George pulls his hair back to reveal the numbers 224 etched behind his left ear. Your breath catches in your throat, but you try to hide your very obvious shock. 224 was a number you knew too well, and seeing that number reflected on your best friend’s skin meant that your deepest feelings were true. It’s okay to be in love with George because now... now there is chance he feels the same way.

Your mark is tattooed on the band of your middle finger, which is usually covered up by jewelry. You fidget with your rings nervously, trying to ground yourself all the while. George doesn’t pay too much attention to it when he says,“Fred has his numbers on his right ear. I might be the right-hand man, but he’s lucky enough to be the right-ear man.”

You laugh at his really bad pun,” Really? Out of all of the ear jokes, you chose that one?” 

“It made you laugh, didn’t it?” He nudges you with his shoulder, and you can’t help but giggle some more.

“Would you like to hear a fun fact?” You ask. You gulp down all of the fear that has started to swallow you whole. You are George’s soulmate. The idea buzzes in your head along with a million other thoughts. George nods for you to continue, and you fight the panicked urge to scream. “...In the muggle world, they have such advanced technology.”

“Yeah, dad would know––” George interjects for a second.

“The numbers 224 actually hold a meaning to them. It’s something like a code–– it’s related to their fancy devices I think? Anyways,” you take a deep breath. You remember vividly the details your friend went to great lengths explaining to you. 

“Your number is all kinds of special, y/n!” Mae beams at you. Her eyes twinkle in an amusing manner as she tries to prove herself. A soft thud could be heard when her hands meet with the common room table, and she quickly jumps to her feet. “Imagine, having such a fantastic number as that!” She exclaims with awe.

“I don’t understand?” You bemusedly remark. Why would numbers hold more meanings beyond your standard soulmate reason?

“My brother loves binary code, a certain muggle science,” she explains,” and he told me a few meanings. One of them being yours! Now, if only fate would tell us who your soulmate was...”

If Mae were in this room, she would be bursting at the seams from pure glee. You look into George’s eyes and say,” ...the numbers actually mean something along the lines of ‘Today, Tomorrow, Forever.’ It has to do with the bond you and your soulmate have together.“

He blinks once or twice before breaking out into a grin,” Okay, can you say it again but,” he emphasizes,” simpler, maybe?

“––it means that your soulmate will love an accident-prone idiot like you forever and always,” You joke halfheartedly.

The familiar gleaming smile he wore after a successful prank creeps up onto his face: one of self satisfaction and deserving of many awards based on looks alone. His smile is much gentler and you almost miss it, but a blush tints the very tips of his cheeks. “Oh? wait ‘till dad finds out that numbers have meanings to muggles. How’d you know all of this anyway?”

“Oh, it’s just something my friend talked to me about.” You dismiss his questioning gaze and clear your throat. Every second that passes makes you more and more anxious being around George, simply just by knowing you two are soulmates. It’s a dream come true, sure. But how do you go around explaining to your best friend that he’s the one?

“Are you alright, y/n?” George asks. “You seem real fidgety. Do you need to go somewhere?”

“Oh–– no, it just that,” you gulp. “Well.. I think left the Fizzing Whizbees back in my dorm room.” You lie. You know it’s in your bag with your other belongings, safely tucked away for later consumption. “Post-game snacks are essential, and I did make a promise.”

“Are you sure you left it there? I thought I saw it in your bag...” He leans over to find your bag, and sure enough, he pulls out the box of candy.

“Oh.” You look at him. There’s an awkward pause before he clears his throat.

“You’ve really got to get yourself together mate–– looks like Nearly Headless Nick showed you his neck hole again or something.” George jokes to lighten the mood, but he’s right. The longer you sit there and stare at him, the more you either want to slam your lips against his or vomit profusely. You feel pale and sickly; just enough to feel the twists and turns of your stomach. Is this what having butterflies feel like? He opens the bag of candy and offers you some.

You share the box of whizbees with him, taking one out and popping them into your mouth. It fizzes and jolts a little as the sweet taste melts on your tongue. “I think maybe Fred slipped something to me earlier,” you avert your gaze,” I’m not sure.”

“Yeah, sounds like Fred.” George grabs your hand and looks you in the eyes. He’s rubbing soothing circles on your hands, and it does seem to relax some of your nerves. He looks at you softly and gently, and all at once, your anxiety starts to melt away in his presence. You almost forget why you’re so worried in the first place. “You know I’m not going anywhere. If you have to take a massive shit, I’ll wait for you.” He says as he pats your hand reassuringly.

You erupt into laughter and shove him away. “And here I thought we were having a moment.”

“Nothing says true love like bowl movements, darling.”

As the laughter dies down, the somber feeling in your gut returns. It’s now or never, right? “George, I think I need to tell you something. I—“

Fred bursts into the door with Lee following shortly behind. “There’s my favorite twin!” He beams. He gets a disapproving look from Madame Pomfrey peering around the corner from her office. Fred doesn’t pay much attention, choosing to walk past her with barely a glance over his shoulder. George rolls his eyes as Fred happily trots over, spilling some liquid from two mugs in his hands. “—had to have Lee help sneak these in for the party, which you lot are missing out on.” He hands you a mug of butter beer and George, the other.

You decide to drop the subject even after George was free from the hospital bed. It’s a few weeks since then, and school has made you push those thoughts of pesky soulmates and true love aside. Of course, George kept looking at you funny, waiting for you to bring it up again. To his dismay, you didn’t.

“Alright everyone, class is dismissed.” Professor Sprout announces as she busies herself in setting up plants for the next day. It’s the last class of the day, and you couldn’t be happier. Repotting plants was hard work, and you were sweaty enough as it is. Beads of sweat dripped down the side of your face, and as much as you hated it, it did make for good eye candy across the room — namely George, although there’s a lot of dirt smudged onto his face too.

He’s cleaning up rather quickly so you call out to him,” Can you grab my rings, Georgie? They’re over there by my bag.” You had to remove jewelry in order to “safely handle” the creatures and wear proper gloves. Those of which you hastily pull off to wash your hands. The suds come and go as you lather and rinse away in the sink.

“Today, tomorrow, forever eh?” George’s deep voice rumbles in your ear. You jump a little at the sudden scare. “I think I like the sound of that, don’t you?”

You turn your head a little to the side and come very close to George’s face. You can feel his breath fanning on your skin, and his nose is just barely touching yours. You fear that if you blink, the sight in front of you will vanish. Every freckle that glitters his skin is so close you could count them like the stars and draw constellations between them if you wanted to. It’s absolutely breathtaking. Your body feels like it’s on a cloud— so feather light and airy— as he smiles at you. Your throat is dry; your tongue struggles to keep up with your thoughts. “...what?” You choke out. You cover your hands on impulse, but you know it’s too late.

“It means you’re stuck with me forever, y/n.” He grins. “Soulmate magic is no joke, you know.” He hands you your rings and walks beside you out of the greenhouse. You slip the rings on to your middle finger where it’s always resided, deciding to fidget with it a little.

Nothing should be different. You’re walking with George in the hallways like you always do, your hair is no different than yesterday, and class was the same as an other day. And yet your heart is beating faster and the sun seems to shine brighter. The grass is greener and the lake bluer than it was this morning. Words remain unspoken, but the truth is there. His fingers are interlocked with yours. 224.

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❝ you promised to meet me before it starts, remember? ❞ ❝ you seem pretty...relaxed about the whole thing. ❞ ❝ is something wrong? what’s the hurry? ❞ ❝ sometimes i just don’t know what’s going on in your head. ❞ ❝ i'm not like you. i fail at everything i try. ❞ ❝ a shrimpy boy like you hardly looks the part of a hero. ❞ ❝ swatting a few monsters will be no trouble for you. ❞ ❝ run and play this time. get in my way again, though, and you’re dead. ❞ ❝ don’t even pretend that was an accident! ❞ ❝ do you doubt these eyes? i look upon your shirt and i see a single thread loose on your sleeve stitching. ❞ ❝ this is no place for one such as you. and yet here you stand. ❞ ❝ i need to vent all this unhealthy anger,     and your agony is such a great stress reliever. ❞ ❝ remember what we discussed. restrain yourself. focus on the task at hand. ❞ ❝ do my words anger you? do my words sting? let them. ❞ ❝ you don’t come by here just to see me, do you? ❞ ❝ what’s wrong? you just made a face like you wanted to say something. ❞ ❝ oh, i get it. you’re trying to weasel out of having to practice. ❞ ❝ i guess it’s not all bad. at least i’m getting paid. ❞ ❝ there’s something i’ve been meaning to talk to you about.... ❞ ❝ would you wake up, straighten up, and grow a backbone already? ❞ ❝ nice try, but you’re not fooling me. ❞ ❝ i...i have to go. i’m sorry. ❞ ❝ folks were always cheering me on like it was a parade. but as you know, time passes. ❞ ❝ you keep some very strange company, friend. ❞ ❝ i don’t know if it’s safe yet...i’m going to stay here awhile longer. ❞ ❝ oh no. you’ve done it now! there’s no escaping this one! ❞ ❝ so, what now? are you going to cry? ❞ ❝ i can’t begin to tell you how sorry i am for pulling you into all of this. ❞ ❝ what is wrong with you? just look at what you’ve done! ❞ ❝ what we’ve seen here today defies explanation. ❞ ❝ you put up more of a fight than i would have thought possible out of such a soft person. ❞ ❝ did you really just draw your sword? foolish. ❞ ❝ should you heed the call of destiny,     i don’t know what dangers you may have to face. ❞ ❝ i can’t help being such a coward...i’m really sorry. ❞ ❝ i fear i spent far too long teasing and toying with you. ❞ ❝ you do your people proud. ❞ ❝ how long do we have to live in constant fear? ❞ ❝ i'll just beat you within an inch of your life! ❞ ❝ dawn is drawing near. it has been a long night for the both of us, hasn’t it? ❞ ❝ you were limp and unconscious. i feared the worst. ❞ ❝ what do you think you’re doing sneaking out with that? ❞ ❝ such a beautiful day, but we’re too busy to enjoy it. some things never change. ❞ ❝ i guess you’ll never learn unless you run into trouble one day. ❞ ❝ look at my face. if that’s your idea of a joke, i’m not laughing. ❞ ❝ you appeared to be relishing that snooze, so i declined to wake you. ❞ ❝ huh? oh, uh, nothing. really, i was, uh...talking to myself. ❞ ❝ you’re looking a little pale... ❞ ❝ i imagine you and i will cross paths again. until then, do not lower your guard. ❞ ❝ you certainly are persistent... ❞ ❝ all that may be well intentioned and true, but it doesn’t mean it’s right. ❞ ❝ i’m prepared to pay the price for what i’ve done. ❞ ❝ i had no idea we were fated to carry such a heavy destiny. ❞ ❝ i need your strength to tip the scales in our favor. ❞ ❝ all this training, and no results! ❞ ❝ all i’ve hears so far is a bunch of babbling about destiny,     but that’s a load of garbage. ❞ ❝ when night draws her tenebrous curtain across the sky, i come here. ❞ ❝ what in the world just happened? did you use some kind of magic? ❞ ❝ please, see it through and prove the legends true. ❞ ❝ i was happy just spending my days hanging around with you. i wanted that feeling to last forever. ❞ ❝ you are vital to a mission of great importance. ❞ ❝ the chances of that happening are just about less than zero. ❞ ❝ i hate to break it to you, but today’s the day i bust up this adorable little fantasyland you’re living in. ❞ ❝ this is a war, and the fate of the land hangs in the balance. ❞ ❝ i know you, and you’re no hero. ❞ ❝ you’re messing with me. say it again, i dare you. ❞ ❝ you float through life with your head in the clouds. ❞ ❝ i don’t do charity for wimps. ❞ ❝ what’s this...? what is it that my eyes behold? ❞ ❝ don’t even think about it! are we clear? ❞ ❝ the point is your work here is done. i got it covered from here. ❞ ❝ my eyes foresee a hazardous, thorny road ahead for you... ❞ ❝ you...this is your fault, you know. ❞ ❝ my heart is bursting with thoughts of you. ❞ ❝ i have a serious dilemma on my mind right now, and you’re distracting me. ❞ ❝ i’ll make you proud. you’ll see! ❞ ❝ feels dangerous. something could jump out at us at any moment. ❞ ❝ we’re talking about a tale that’s been passed down over a lot of years, so i wouldn’t put much stock in it. ❞ ❝ i have the right to experience an unfettered and passionate love, don’t i? ❞ ❝ i’ll tell you, it gives even a big guy like me the creeps. ❞ ❝ oh...how can i get you to notice me? ❞ ❝ i get the feeling nothing i can say will talk you out of it. ❞ ❝ my love for you is wider than the horizon and deeper than the clouds. ❞ ❝ trust my piercing eyes...listen to my pure and innocent voice. ❞ ❝ i feel so excited, so cheerful, so full of life. ❞ ❝ i sense a silent power dwelling somewhere in your frame. ❞ ❝ this turn of events has left me with a strong appetite for bloodshed. ❞ ❝ there’s no doubting it. the gears of fate have begun to turn. ❞ ❝ i'm sorry. i was lost in thought there for a moment. ❞ ❝ don’t men open doors for a lady anymore? how long am i supposed to stand here waiting for a little chivalry? ❞ ❝ i hate even saying this, but i guess you got it all figured out. ❞ ❝ you must not push yourself. you’re still recovering. ❞ ❝ you think you’re pretty suave, don’t you? ❞ ❝ i know you’re in a hurry, so i really appreciate you taking the time to help. ❞ ❝ i saw it, but i was able to escape by the seat of my pants. ❞ ❝ do you have any idea how that made me feel inside? furious! outraged! sick with anger! ❞ ❝ you’re really something else. i could never imagine myself doing what you’re about to do. ❞ ❝ i must aid you in fulfilling the great destiny that is your burden to carry. ❞ ❝ i should have believed you...i’m sorry. ❞ ❝ lately, when i think about you, my head gets all fuzzy, my heart races, i get short of breath, and i feel all dizzy... ❞ ❝ you should know better than that to fret about me. ❞ ❝ thanks for jumping in there to rescue me. ❞ ❝ hey, hold on there! what are you trying to pull all of a sudden? ❞ ❝ your face cries out in earnest wonder, and that cry is: ‘what’s this?!’ ❞ ❝ i promise up front not to murder you. ❞ ❝ you...didn’t hear any of that, did you? there’s no way you heard, right? ❞ ❝ i tell you, all sorts of weird things are going on lately. ❞ ❝ calamitous visions appear before me... ❞ ❝ you...make me so happy...i think i’m going to keel over... ❞ ❝ i wanted you to be the first to see me like this. ❞ ❝ i can’t imagine a more fitting color for you. it’s as though you were born to wear it. ❞ ❝ i bet you can’t even decide what to have for lunch on your own, huh? ❞ ❝ amazing, right? wrong! it is beyond amazing! ❞ ❝ it can’t be easy for you, can it? ❞ ❝ you’ll see in time that you have your own role to play in all this. ❞ ❝ trust in fate to guide your feet. ❞ ❝ i bet you’re here just to check me out, right? ❞ ❝ i just hope nothing has happened. i’m worried sick thinking about it. ❞ ❝ whoa...you’re kind of imploding my mind right now. ❞ ❝ if you wanna live again one day, you should head for home. ❞ ❝ you have a great journey before you, and those clothes...they don’t look up to the task. ❞ ❝ did you manage to get even a wink of sleep last night? ❞ ❝ ever heard of banging your knuckles against the door? it’s called knocking. ❞ ❝ so, uh...yeah. just how long have you been standing there? ❞ ❝ honestly, it’s almost as though you become a completely different person when you worry about me. ❞ ❝ you showing up here must mean we’re connected somehow. like fate. ❞ ❝ sorry to put you through that. i guess i owe you one now. ❞ ❝ to tell you the truth, i’m feeling a little frustrated, and right now i just need someone to vent to. ❞ ❝ what’s with you? leave me alone if you don’t want anything. ❞ ❝ hearing that is such a...huge weight off my mind. ❞ ❝ though your journey will put you in harms way, you must endure. ❞ ❝ i'm just deadweight. what kinda use is that to anyone... ❞ ❝ seriously, what is that thing over there?! ❞ ❝ before i say another word, i feel like i owe you an apology. ❞ ❝ during your long journey, you’ve grown so much. ❞ ❝ from the moment i laid my eyes on you, i could tell you had a gentle and generous heart. ❞ ❝ oh dear...i don’t know what’s come over me all of a sudden... ❞ ❝ you don’t appear to have any serious injuries. for that much we can be grateful. ❞ ❝ i can see into those dopey eyes of yours. ❞ ❝ i can finally smile and laugh again! thank you ever so much. ❞ ❝ i think i might of broke something. ❞ ❝ is that it? i thought it was going to put up more of a fight. ❞ ❝ i thought we were goners this time. sort of glad i was wrong about that. ❞ ❝ what? i don’t seem like my usual self? ❞ ❝ this place needs a name. a name fitting for this rugged, adventurous wilderness. ❞ ❝ what were you thinking? you scared a year off my life! ❞ ❝ care to explain just what you meant by ‘our special moment alone’? ❞ ❝ my advice? work hard and wish with all your heart. ❞ ❝ say, you look all flustered. ❞ ❝ i fear we can’t dwell on our success. ❞ ❝ the world is bursting with undiscovered surprises, isn’t it? ❞ ❝ you're not exactly mr/mrs.perfect either, are you? ❞ ❝ this is easily as scary as i thought it would be. ❞ ❝ i swear this neighborhood’s getting crummier every day. ❞ ❝ you ain’t as dumb as you look. ❞ ❝ i was going to ask if you wanted me to take care of you forever... ❞ ❝ i need to learn how to keep these delirious dreams in check. ❞ ❝ maybe you should forget about everything that happened here tonight. ❞ ❝ can you imagine a more gruesome fate? ❞ ❝ there are more monsters about than before, so be careful. ❞ ❝ human desire is an insatiable, fearsome thing. ❞ ❝ i sense an evil presence on the other side of this door. ❞ ❝ you understand, don’t you? i’m not wrong about this, am i? ❞ ❝ i never wanted to lay eyes on you again. ❞ ❝ i would have gotten discouraged if you hadn’t come by to cheer me on. you gave me motivation. ❞ ❝ who do you think you are, getting involved in my business like that? ❞ ❝ i just wish there was more i could do for you... ❞ ❝ i don’t even understand how you could make such a wild accusation! ❞ ❝ it was at that moment i finally realized. i realized that...i love you. ❞ ❝ make sure you come home every now and then. nothing like a good sleep in your own bed. ❞ ❝ you’d better not keep me waiting. ❞ ❝ make sure you put your heart into it! i won’t stand for anything but your best. ❞ ❝ how could you be swayed by the temptation of material gain?     do you have no honor? ❞ ❝ you really want to hear about all my troubles? that’s kind of you. ❞ ❝ you...weren’t supposed to see that whole spectacle. how embarrassing... ❞ ❝ you have only succeeded in buying us a little more time. ❞ ❝ watch it! that’s no way to talk to someone who just saved your life! ❞ ❝ you look like you need to get something off your chest. ❞ ❝ know that all the questions you have now will be answered in time. ❞ ❝ there is nothing natural about these tremors. ❞ ❝ you might just be the person i need! you seem pretty good with the ladies. ❞ ❝ it’s great to hear you’re so confident in me. ❞ ❝ ideal love is unfettered and passionate. anything less than that can’t really be called love at all. ❞ ❝ you're incessant buzzing around my head like some irksome gadfly when i’m this busy is...making me very disagreeable. ❞ ❝ you may not have noticed, but i’m trying to hide here.     could you please scoot along? ❞ ❝ you'd better keep your eyes to yourself, if you know what i mean. ❞ ❝ have you come to laugh at me in my miserable state? ❞ ❝ you...you came to see me! i’m so happy. ❞ ❝ your job is simple! you make sure none of these monsters lays a claw on me. not...one...claw. ❞ ❝ now is not the time to be picky about who will help you. ❞ ❝ watch carefully while i demonstrate what a real hero looks like. ❞ ❝ you are something else! there is nothing you cannot do. ❞ ❝ if you think about how often we meet, you have to admit that our relationship has gone beyond friendship, you know? ❞ ❝ i’ll make the affair so excruciating, you’ll deafen yourself with the shrill sound of your own screams. ❞ ❝ i was right, then. there is something special about you. ❞ ❝ i should have reprimanded you the last time we met, but instead i was...soft. ❞ ❝ ha-ha! you didn’t see that coming, did you? ❞ ❝ you really are a snake in the grass. ❞ ❝ you are indeed worthy of being called a hero. ❞ ❝ i’m not used to getting stared at like this. it’s making me blush. ❞ ❝ i can’t hide anything from you, can i? ❞ ❝ the longer i train, the more i realize i’ll never measure up to you. ❞ ❝ whoa...you took out every last one of them. ❞ ❝ i know how bad this must look to you right now, but i assure you i mean no harm. ❞ ❝ it’s all very strange, but i doubt there’s much of a connection between these things. ❞ ❝ you're a weird one, climbing all the way up here. ❞ ❝ don’t cry --- it’s perfectly, mostly safe! ❞ ❝ you and i, we’re bound by that thread of fate. destined to fight. ❞ ❝ meet me in battle, and the thread of fate that binds us will be soaked crimson with your blood. ❞ ❝ i do not wish to dwell on what may have happened if you hadn’t been here. ❞ ❝ you have awakened a wrath that will burn for eons! ❞ ❝ you really like those fantasy stories, eh? ❞ ❝ there is one teensy, tiny thing i lack...namely, mercy. ❞ ❝ i must warn you, i won’t go easy on you this time. ❞ ❝ i might be willing to forgive and forget if you’ll strike a deal. ❞ ❝ since i know i can be honest with you, i’ll admit i got a little sulky. it was frowns all around. ❞ ❝ i see you’re still among the living. ❞ ❝ i saw them dragging you off unconscious, so i tailed them. ❞ ❝ i want you to visit me at my house tonight. ❞ ❝ you don’t have to say a word. i can see how you feel by the spark in your eye. ❞ ❝ you’ll see. i’ll be as tough as you in no time. ❞ ❝ it’s not like ‘oh, hey, that person’s back! i’m so happy!’ or anything like that... ❞ ❝ whoa...that’s some really terrible handwriting. ❞ ❝ i would very much like it if you would go out with me. ❞ ❝ truly? you choose me? ❞ ❝ i swear to you, whatever it takes, i will drag you into an eternity of torment. ❞ ❝ you and i, we’re bound by a thread of fate. ❞ ❝ i’ll watch over you, protecting you from afar. ❞ ❝ until then, we’ll keep our love secret. ❞ ❝ this news has just filled my heart with rainbows! ❞ ❝ this place seems strangely familiar... ❞ ❝ don’t you gotta take care of your own business first? ❞ ❝ they’re not going to do anything nice if they catch you. ❞ ❝ it’s not humane to tease someone this bored. ❞ ❝ i’m not some sideshow for you to gawk at. ❞ ❝ it’s weird to say out loud, but that’s just how i feel right now. ❞ ❝ you can’t break me with interrogation. you’ll never make me talk. ❞ ❝ word is there’s a huge treasure hidden in these here ruins... ❞ ❝ what? that’s not weird to say! ❞ ❝ ...i understand your true feelings. better than you know. ❞ ❝ all the fairytales that we heard growing up...they appear all too real. ❞ ❝ do i look sad? no, i’m doing what i want to do! ❞ ❝ i don’t know what came over me! i had no clue i had the talent to make something like this. ❞ ❝ you shouldn’t be out here in the open with no way to defend yourself. ❞ ❝ you do have the tendency to cause trouble for those you ‘help’. ❞ ❝ as far as i’m concerned, i got nothing but time. ❞ ❝ don’t you play coy with me. i know that you know, so why not let me in on the fun? ❞ ❝ so you really think a sob story like that is going to work on me? what a joke. ❞ ❝ i’d take pleasure in punishing you, but i have no time for recreation. ❞ ❝ sorry to leave you on your own, but you look like you can handle it. ❞ ❝ remember --- it’s a secret to everybody. ❞ ❝ it isn’t as action packed as what you’re doing, but maybe this is my destiny. ❞ ❝ don’t you just love the way it smells down here? ❞ ❝ defending the land...it’s my purpose, i think. it’s why i’m here. ❞ ❝ what do i know...you might just surprise me. ❞ ❝ fibber! you’re a fibbity fibber! ❞ ❝ you needn’t even say it. i can tell from the look of sheer astonishment on your face. ❞ ❝ you have had this destiny thrust upon you without warning...    or choice, for that matter. ❞ ❝ don’t do anything heroic and get yourself caught. ❞ ❝ ...you want to tell me but you can’t? ❞ ❝ you know, i really worry about you. it’s a weakness of mine. ❞ ❝ try not to get in the way of my shots, ok? ❞ ❝ i haven’t slept a wink in...ahhh...i don’t even know how long. ❞ ❝ i had my suspicions, but until now i wasn’t sure. ❞ ❝ you seem a good deal stronger than the last time we met. ❞ ❝ i would be remiss if i didn’t let you know of the weight on my heart. ❞ ❝ i have a reputation to protect, you know. ❞ ❝ listen closely. do you hear that? 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