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I've never written anything for a babyâ I've never- I don't know if I ever was one myself, to be honest.
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guys HOW do you take off makeup bc i just struggled for like. 10 minutes. to take off black eyeliner and black lipstick.
#plague rambles#for context i just got back from a halloween party#i went as will wood's comedy hour performance đ¤đ¤#i got my mom to play ww in the car#but thats besides the point#gimme makeup advice#pls pls pls
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show & tell pt. 2 (SMG x reader).
part of the love's an uncharted path universe â
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SUMMARY:
After the⌠masterclass you gave Mingi the night before, youâre left anxious on what the future holds for you both. But thereâs a pool party you promised you would attend and thereâs not really time for you to figure your feelings out before your best friend shows up at your door to drive you to it. So maybe today is not the day to figure your feelings out, right? Itâs just a pool party anyways, so nothing out of the ordinary is going to happen⌠right?
PAIRING: best friend!mingi x afab reader.
GENRE: childhood best friends (idiots) to lovers.
WORD COUNT: 11k.
WARNINGS: SMUT â˝ (MINORS DNI) anxiety attack, attempt !!! at comedy, wooyoung being a little shit part two ft jongho, a new oc being the voice of reason, reader is clueless and in denial i fear, jealousy, miscommunication, fighting so this part is just a tiny bit angsty :(, confessions, teasing, face sitting, hand job, car sex (don't do it in public people, it can get you arrested), pet names (love and baby), a plot line at the end none of you guys are going to get until my new wip drops but it's worth the wait!
NOTES: hey everyone! thank you so much for patiently waiting for this second and last part to drop. i think that, after this one, if you guys want to request any drabbles or if i come up with some scenarios for this couple i will post them but for now nothing is on the works. what is on the works is a wip that's part of the same universe as this one, so pay attention to the new characters i mention if you want any clues! this is 100% self indulgent, as all fics should be, and i think i've re-read it so many times that if you find a typo or something that just doesn't make sense, you can blame it on english not being my first language i guess lmao. i hope you enjoy it and if you do feel free to send to my askbox/reblog/type in any feedback or thoughts! <3
POSTED: july 28th 2024.
TAGLIST (sorry if i forgot anyone, pls let me know!): @vannerriin / @mingtinysworld / @purple-bell / @bakepotatoman / @nxy3h / @taehyungmami / @nxcxllxsevens / @breadpuddingboys / @hotteokkay
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When you wake the next morning, the consequences of restless sleep show up in your face as a reminder of what happened the night before.Â
It's not that you regret it, it's more the fact that you feel so unapologetic about messing with the perfect dynamic you have with Mingi that caused you to toss and turn so much.Â
Last night, after putting your duvet back on and then crashing into the mattress feeling all tingly and giddy, you asked yourself a thousand questions.Â
The main one being: What the fuck did you do?Â
The words kept repeating over and over in your head, your voice of reason (or your anxiety) screaming at you to get your phone and make it right before everything becomes a complicated, unresolvable mess.Â
You had a brief moment of panic and heavy breathing, your chest tight with unspoken emotion and your eyes filled with tears.Â
It was too much, so you forced yourself up and paced around for what felt like hours trying to get your feet back on the ground. Nothing was working, so you sat down at your desk and rested your forehead against it.Â
When you didn't feel the usual coolness of the wood, a comfort sensation for when your studies got the best out of you for the day, and instead felt a pen almost stab you in the eye, you -very confused- leaned back.Â
Mingiâs notebook and the pen he didn't put back on the pencil case seemed to stare back at you lovingly instead of mocking you for losing control over your own emotions.Â
A sense of peace washed over you when you flipped the pages and landed on the instructions he wrote down. Memories of the amazing years you have had by his side started crossing your mind, like recomforting flashes that allowed your heartbeat to go back to normal:Â
The first day you saw Mingi, chasing behind a worned out soccer ball and then kicking it so hard it landed on your lawn.Â
The first time you two hugged, when your dad scolded you for having bad grades until you cried in front of him.Â
The way he held your hand before heading inside to take the college admission exam, last year of highschool.Â
His kind eyes. His reassuring smile. The way he made you feel just a few hours back.Â
There's no getting rid of me either, love.
We'll figure it out.Â
Letting a few contained tears run down your cheeks, you nodded to yourself as if he was there in the room with you.Â
Yeah, you'll figure it out. Â
And then proceeded to, very much, not figure shit out for the rest of the night. You could still feel his hands everywhere and hear his voice against your ear whispering how much he knows you and pays attention to you.Â
You are fucked.Â
It's all you can think about when you get ready for the day. It's all you can think about when you help your dad with lunch and when you let your parents know at the table that you are going out that same afternoon.Â
âMingi is driving you, right?âÂ
âYeahâŚâ you whisper in response, eyes focused on one specific spot at the table and mind a million years away from the conversation.Â
âGood. He's such a good kid, Y/N, I'm glad he knows how to take care of you.âÂ
Choking on air when your brain finally catches up to her words, you look back up at your mother in shock âW-what?âÂ
âYeah honey, what? Y/N can take care of herself,â your father chips in, unaware of your red cheeks or the honest expression of panic you're giving both of them âShe's a big girl that carries around that, uh⌠What was it?â Ah, that pepper spray I gave her, right?âÂ
âR-right.âÂ
He lets out a satisfied see? at your answer, gives you a tiny smile and gets up from the table to take his finished plate over to the sink.Â
Your mom stays behind, giving you a look you can't quite read before her usual calm expression washes it away. Only then, you can take a proper, very needed, calming breath.Â
âI need to get ready. Thank you for the food.âÂ
âYou made it, dear.âÂ
âI mean! For taking care of the, uh, plates,â you clumsily correct yourself right away, getting up from the table as well âLove you. Bye!âÂ
You don't miss the confused giggle on your way to your room and when you're behind closed doors, you finally take into consideration that you might be, in fact, overreacting.
Not much, you think, but just enough to give your feelings away. And it's truly a shame, because you were planning on concealing and bottle everything up until it, inevitably, blows up in your face.Â
Maybe not the smartest option.Â
If you bang your head against the wall with enough force maybe, just maybe itâll helpâ
Someone's texting you.Â
> gi: heeeeey > gi: just woke up lol > gi: had the best sleep ever tho > gi: how are you, love?Â
Okay. So normal texting it is. Maybe your initial plan of just pretending nothing happened is, coincidentally, Mingiâs plan as well.Â
So you type in it's literally almost one, ya lazy and let your thumb hover over the send button, eyebrows creased at a sudden realization.Â
The casual texting annoys you.Â
Sure, Mingi is used to keeping everything casual between him and the people he sleeps with, but you're not just anyone! You didn't sleep together, either!Â
Oh, maybe that's why.Â
But it ticks you off either way.Â
Is he not feeling the same way you do? Did it mean something different for him than it did to you? What did it even mean to you in the first place?
Why, after all the panic you felt the night before, did you have any sort of expectation for today?Â
It doesn't make any sense.Â
You hit send.Â
> gi: aaaaand? > gi: god forbid a man gets a good night's rest after being thrown off a bed.Â
Scoffing, your eyes roll before you can even control it and, to your demise, the giddiness returns. You respond with did you get hurt? awww and raise a hand to your blushed cheek before sending the message.
> gi: yeah wtf > gi: my butt is all bruised. > gi: kiss it better?Â
Oh.Â
Not casual texting. At. All.Â
Or maybe it is?Â
Ugh.
Blanking on everything Mingi has ever texted you before, you decide it's best to entertain yourself by getting all pretty to sit around the house party tonight and do nothing else instead of torturing your confused brain any longer.Â
Using the help of an emoji to flip him off and, hopefully, gather yourself together enough to get ready, you shoot him another text rushing him to do the same because you don't want to be late.Â
And he usually takes forever to get ready anyways.
Showering with very cold water, taking a good thirty minutes to decide whether to wear something comfy and fitting or sexy and fitting for the party do the job when it comes to taking your mind off him for, at least, the time being.Â
Yunho was insistent the day before in that you didn't need to bring a bathing suit if you didn't want to, but you pack one anyways because you can sense Wooyoung's and Jonghoâs intentions even if the youngest couldn't make it to your impromptu gathering yesterday.Â
They know you hate when they get away with annoying you and throwing you into the nearest body of water -in this case, Yunhoâs pool- in front of many people you don't know (therefore, you are not going to able to go insane mode on them) seems like the perfect opportunity to get away with it.
The last time they did it you weren't really able to scold them properly either, so they laughed and pointed at you until you threatened to kick their asses in a very dishonest but playful way.Â
Mingi, of course, did nothing but laugh along with everyone else and then kiss your forehead as an apology later that day.Â
That was last summer and since then both perpetrators have treated you to meals and buttered you up enough for you to forgive (as if you didn't do that the morning that followed the incident) but you never forget.Â
Maybe you should. It would make the sight of Mingi parking outside your house easier, you think.
You're sure he's parking outside just to give your dad, who comes out to greet him with a hug, some peace of mind. He's very protective of you and he trusts Mingi even if he gives him a hard time everytime he sleeps over or takes you somewhere. Â
Like now, you have a very clear view through your window of the sermon he's giving your best friend. You don't hear it but he's moving his hands in the air way too much for it not to be a clear step by step on what to do if you run into any trouble on the way to Yunho's.Â
Mingi likes step by step and he's good at following instructions, so you don't think it's going to be an issue.Â
God damnit, Y/N, get it together.Â
Sighing, you pick up your bag, check your outfit once in front of the mirror, and rush downstairs and out of the door.Â
âYou do know how to change a tire, son?âÂ
Mingi is standing in front of your dad with his hands behind his back and a tight smile.Â
âYes sir, my dad taught me and then at the school they made sure I didn't forget about it.âÂ
âAnd make sure toââÂ
âCould you let the guy breathe, dad?âÂ
They both turn to, your dad wears a mocking smile and you see Mingiâs tight one breaks into a genuine one a second later. A grateful one, even.Â
He looks really good. Which is insane, considering that to you he looked like Chewbacca just yesterday morning.Â
Crazy what a good orgasm can do to a person. Or maybe it's the first time you ever let yourself see him in this light. Either way, he's wearing light wash jeans and a fitted t-shirt that clings to him just right and it's going to drive you insane, you can just feel it.Â
âI was just making sure that heââÂ
âKnows what to do,â you nod âHe knows what he's doing, dad. Stop giving him a hard time,â you give your dad a quick kiss on the cheek and then rush to the passenger seat, giving Mingi a glance so he can get in the car as well.Â
âAlright. Love you, take care!âÂ
âLove you too, Mr. L/N!â Mingi says, getting into his seat and giving your dad the opportunity to see when he fastens his seatbelt. He doesn't say anything else, even though he didn't tell Mingi specifically that he loved him and instead gives you both a nod of approval.Â
When Mingi finally drives off your street and into the main one, you sigh in relief.Â
âHe's neeever going to trust me, huh?âÂ
âHe trusts you,â you say right away, cheek resting against the seat so you can take a proper look at him âI'm his only daughter and you're a man after all. Cut him some slack.âÂ
âHe never cuts me some slack!â he fights back but you just laugh and he can't help but join you âYou look really good, by the way. A dress? Are you trying to impress someone?â The tone he uses sparks the remaining tension from the night before, like zero time has passed since he kissed you goodnight by your front door.Â
When you got into the car with Mingi, you didn't consider that you two would be alone for, at least, forty minutes before getting to your destination. Your mind skipped the fact that he has this new ability to fluster you by just existing near you and you curse it for not letting you prepare well enough for the way he's looking at you right now.Â
âObviously,â you answer in a whisper, clearing your throat a second later âWooyoung needs to be distracted so he doesn't tackle me into the pool the second we get there. Don't know if it's gonna work on Jongho, though.âÂ
Mingi clicks his tongue, baring his teeth and pretending to really think about it âI don't think so, love. You'll have to bribe him into considering dropping their whole summer schtick for you.âÂ
âYou can help me with that.âÂ
âCan I now?âÂ
âYeah. You can just⌠lock him up in a room and my dress can do the rest of the work.âÂ
Your best friend laughs and then takes a hand off the steering wheel to roll the hem of your dress in between his thumb and index. His knuckles brush against your thigh and you almost -almost- make a noise at the sensation.Â
âIt's not the dress, love⌠It's who's wearing it.âÂ
A bit of silence passes within the both of you.Â
âShut the fuck up, Song Mingi.âÂ
Laughter fills the car and drowns out the honking on the other side of the street and you wonder why you were worried in the first place.Â
Nothing has changed.Â
Aside from the intention laced with the flirting, it feels the same way it ever did and you couldn't be more glad because now that you know Mingi doesn't hate you (like you thought for a brief moment last night) or wants to hard launch a relationship that doesn't exist to your friends the second he gets them all together in the same room, you can enjoy the car ride and the evening that's about to follow it.
So you flirt with him freely, listen and sing along to songs that just feel like summer summarized in three minutes of exquisite writing and roll your window down once Mingi takes a turn into an hill, trees replacing the buildings you're so used to seeing.Â
Your friend is rich rich. His family makes good money and his parents go on lots of business trips. That being said, it's the first time you actually attend one of his parties, and so when you get to Yunhoâs house and ring the doorbell, youâre caught by surprise because you can already hear the loud music playing in the backyard and the blend of new and familiar voices through the thick door.Â
You expect him to open the door for you but Seonghwaâs smile is the first thing you see before you and Mingi both have the opportunity to step in.Â
âYou made it!âÂ
âIt's pretty hard to miss this house, Hwa.âÂ
Your older friend side-hugs you and stays by your side while Mingi takes it upon himself to put your bags for the day in the pile of other bags next to the door âHow are you doing today?âÂ
You're about to answer but when you look at him, you see him staring at Mingi, so you do too. He's staring at Hwa with a little smile âI'm doing good. I blocked her and everything and I can confidently say thatâŚâ he turns to you âMy egoâs not bruised anymore.âÂ
If Seonghwa caughts the spark between you and you best friend, he decides to ignore it âThat's gooââÂ
âMingi!âÂ
What the hell is she doing here?Â
Not, not that bitch from yesterday but this girl who Mingi meets with sometimes. You don't really know her, you just know she's gorgeous and that her name starts with an h, maybe?Â
She's a fashion major and it shows in the way she's dressed up today. Truly, an enjoyable company whenever she's around at frat parties, a saving grace when you're tired of surrounding yourself with only men.Â
Right now? She's your worst nightmare.Â
Wrapping her arms around Mingiâs neck and getting on her tippy toes to kiss his cheek, she smiles like she knows she's getting laid tonight and your best friend does nothing to pull her away.Â
She doesn't even say hi to you before dragging him to the backyard! You and Seonghwa follow them and when she takes Mingiâs arm and pulls him over to -you assume- introduce him to her friends, you almost stomp your feet like a little kid.Â
Trying to get rid of the annoyed frown on your face, you turn to Hwa with a teasing smile and your eyebrows raised.Â
âWell fuck me, am I right?âÂ
âI might!â Arms wrap around your waist and you feel Wooâs chin resting on you shoulder immediately after âThat's a very nice dress, Y/N.âÂ
If Mingi was next to you, like you want him to be, you would give him a I told you so glance. Instead, you just look at Seonghwa with absolute horror before he snickers and goes away.Â
âRight? And it looks horrible when it's drenched in nasty chlorine water.âÂ
âYou can't possibly know that.âÂ
âI know a lot of things andâ No! Woo, please don't,â you beg when he lifts you off the ground for a second. Behind you, you hear laughs and, even though you can't see them, you know it's San and Jongho âI just got here and I haven't even changed yet, please.âÂ
He turns you around and hugs you properly this time before letting you go. You take the opportunity to punch him in the arm and then go over to San and Jongho to do the same.Â
âWe'll let you get your swimsuit on this time.âÂ
âYou're so considerate, Jong. Seriously, they're going to give you the Nobel prize if you don't stop.â He mocks you, repeating what you just said in a higher pitched voice and you laugh as you sit next to Wooyoungâs ex-girlfriend, Gyuri.Â
San also has a girl sitting beside him with his arm around her, but you don't really know her so you just wave at her. They're all in their bathing suits already âSee how he tried to flirt with me to try to get me with my guard down? He's a monster.âÂ
âAnd in front of me, too? The nerve on this guy.â Gyuri, of course, backs you up immediately and you want to return her smile, but you can see Mingi from the corner of your eye and it's distracting.Â
âOh, they're ganging up on me already,â Wooyoung whines, sitting down in front of you both and handing you a drink âIt's like my worst nightmare.âÂ
âHe's enjoying it, don't let him convince you otherwise,â San says, getting up from his seat and taking his girl with him âEspecially coming from you.â He points at Gyuri and you laugh.Â
âWe're just friends now!âÂ
âThat's what you told me like three years ago beforeââÂ
Wooyoung gets up to chase after him and San lets go of the girl's hand to try to get away from him.Â
Turns out, you're not the one Woo tackles into the pool. This time, him and San crash down on the water hard and a few droplets of water wet your feet. Gyuri laughs and everyone else does too when they realize what's happening.Â
Jongho gets up and joins them in the water soon after to try and help (kinda, not really) San escape the wrath of his best friend.Â
You almost miss it, because you take the opportunity to look at your best friend and, when you do, he's already looking at you.Â
Breath catches on your throat and the lump that forms afterwards has a name and a reason: Mingi is looking at you with so much longing it physically hurts.Â
He looks like wants to drop everything and come and confuse your fragile mind even more, just like he did the night before.Â
Then why the fuck is he there with whatever her name is and her friends and not sitting right next to you?Â
You look away, grasping your drink for emotional support and convincing yourself you're starting to see things that are not actually there.Â
âWhy the fuck are y'all fighting this time?!â Yunho comes from inside the house and it's the first time you see him today âNo choking! No running! It's literally in the rules!âÂ
âWooyoung please let go of my boyfriend!âÂ
Ah. So she is Sanâs girlfriend. Still, you turn to Gyuri to ask.Â
âWho is shââÂ
âSanâs new girlfriend, Kyungmi. We don't give a fuck about her or San right now, we're mad at them,â you want to ask who we is, because Wooyoung seems like he's just playing, but she interrupts you again âWhat the fuck is going on with you and Mingi?âÂ
Huh?!Â
You make a quick mental review of your plan. Conceal? Clearly it didn't work. Bury your emotions deep so no one notices? You probably can't recover from the way you smile just dropped.Â
The only thing left on the list is pretend that you're insane, but you're not sure it'll work either. So you turn it on her: âNothing much. He played Espresso like three times on a row on the way here and I almost kill him, butââÂ
âYou can't bullshit me, Y/N.âÂ
Great, that didn't work either.Â
âI saw that. Seonghwa did too but he got up before I could convince him to ambush you,â she dramatically sighs, chugging the rest of her drink down âSo, what is going on?âÂ
âNothing,â that much is true âhe's literally with a girl right now.âÂ
âAnd she will never mean as much to him as you do. Next.âÂ
âGyuri⌠I really don't know what you want me to say.âÂ
Squinting her eyes at you suspiciously, Gyuri takes her time before answering and you fidget in your seat a little. Wooyoung liked her for a reason, she's feisty and goes straight to the point and it's something you usually admire but right now it's not the time for her to do this.Â
âI just thought maybe it finally happenedâŚâ She whispers and shrugs the entire conversation off before getting up âLet's head inside. They're going to start grilling meat at any second and I also don't want to be near Wooyoung when he gets out of there.â She points at him and you laugh.Â
Jongho has him in a chokehold and Yunho is trying to separate them while San desperately swims towards his girl that's still waiting for him near the edge of the pool.Â
âSure thing.âÂ
You pretend you don't feel Mingi's eyes on you as you move.Â
This is not unusual. Whenever you all go to parties, hosted by someone inside of the friend group or not, you end up separating from Mingi.Â
He does his thing. He's outgoing and he likes dancing while you enjoy conversation and drinking away at the rest of the party, occasionally making out with someone and calling it a night when your social battery runs out.Â
So you hang out with Gyuri in the kitchen until the sun starts going down and when the last ray of it disappears you decide it's time to swim a bit before you're too tipsy for it to be safe.Â
Grabbing your bag and greeting some new people you don't know at the door, you head up to the bathroom you are told by the host himself it's upstairs.Â
When your tying up the strands of your swimsuit, the door slams open and you jump and cover yourself up with your hands because you're not able to finish the job, so the strands fall down and the only thing holding the top part of the fabric it's you.Â
âWhat the fuck, Mingi?âÂ
Turning around, you're only able to look at him through the mirror.Â
âLock the door next time! What if it was somebody else?âÂ
âPeople usually knock!âÂ
âI didn't mean to scare you, it's the doorâs fault,â he makes a fool of himself trying to prove it âSee? Iâ let me help you with that,â he closes the door again and, this time, he locks it before taking a short step and grabbing the strands of your top âIt's the second time this week I scare you like that, huh? Iâm sorry, love.â He ties the strands together with a secure knot and his apology finally allows your tense muscles to relax.Â
You remind yourself that there's no valid reason for you to be mad at him. You'll figure it out, he said it himself, and maybe today is not the day to do so.Â
But he's not stepping away once he's finished, he's not even saying anything else before his hands grab your waist and his chest collides to your back.Â
Looking at him through the mirror again, you silently ask him with your eyes what he thinks he's doing. He ignores you, bending down so the tip of his nose can trace the skin on the side of your neck.Â
âI missed you,â his voice sounds like honey when he says it and you, once again, curse the ability he has to make you crumble âand you disappeared like an hour ago.âÂ
You let out a sigh.Â
âI was in the kitchen, Mingi, not missing and we were in the same space for at least twenty minutes before that and like⌠forty minutes in a car, together.â You remind him and he frowns âBesides, you were with Ha⌠Haneul?âÂ
âHanni,â he corrects and you huff out a whatever âand she was introducing me to some of her friends that are in the same major as me, just a year over.âÂ
âCool.âÂ
He pecks your shoulder. You do your best to not melt completely into him and fix your hair in the mirror.Â
âY/NâŚâ he starts and you hum in acknowledgement âI missed you.âÂ
It pisses you off for some reason. The mature thing to do is to let him know but the words that leave you are petty and laced with annoyance.Â
âIâm sure you did, buddy.âÂ
He grins against your skin and you turn around to face him, eyebrow raising.Â
âWhat's so amusing?âÂ
At your tone, he seems taken aback but his smile stays curving his lips upwards.
âI'm just really happy to have this moment with you,â he says, matter of factly, and you press your hands against his chest to regain some personal space. He doesn't budge an inch âWhat's going on?âÂ
He's such a guy sometimes.Â
âYou're here, kissing my neck, while a gorgeous girl who I'm sure is waiting for you downstairs is probably bragging to her friends about how she's going home with you tonight andââÂ
âY/N, I'm literally taking you home.âÂ
âI can easily take a car backâ Mingi, seriously,â taking a deep breath, you stare at him with all the honesty you can gather âI don't want to do whatever this is if afterwards you're going downstairs to dance and flirt with Haneul or whatever her name is.âÂ
He looks like he wants to correct you on it again, so you level him with a daring glance.Â
He keeps his mouth shut.Â
âAnd I also don't want you to hurt her feelings if you tell her you can't leave with her tonight, soââÂ
âI don't give a shit about her feelings, love.âÂ
âMingi, don't say that!âÂ
âI don't! I wasn't flirting with her at all, either! Listen, it'sâŚâ he stops to chuckle for a few seconds âI mean, it's adorable that you're jealous but there's no reason for you toââÂ
âShut the fuck up, Song Mingi.âÂ
It's the second time today you have said those exact words to him. The first time, you also felt your heart bang with such force against your rib cage but for a completely different reason.Â
âI'm not one of the girls you fuck on the side when you're horny or bored out of your mind. Don't fucking treat me like one.â You warn and suddenly the image of you telling him that teaching him yesterday could mess you both up crosses your mind. Â
âI'm not, Y/N! I'm just saying that you look adorable when you'reââÂ
âJealous? Why would I be jealous when we are not together, Mingi? I'm literally looking out for the girl!âÂ
âYou don't even know her name, love.âÂ
âThat's not the fucking point!âÂ
He finally takes a step away from you, closing his eyes and taking a calming breath, surely.
Now you're pissed off because he saw right through you and your words.Â
That disgusting weight on your chest you felt back by the pool while you kept staring at him from the corner of your eye? Jealousy.Â
Now that he brought it up, it makes sense.Â
You hate it.Â
You always hated being put in a position where you felt the need to compare yourself to others. Always hated how easy it is for anger to run through your blood and infiltrate every waking thought until it clouds your judgment.Â
Because you shouldn't be angry. He just said he didn't care about her feelings.Â
And yet, all you can think about is that he spent an hour with her instead of you.Â
When he turns to you, there's a storm in his eyes and you just don't want to hear it tonight.Â
âSave it, keep it, sleep on it and we'll talk tomorrow,â picking your dress from the spot on the floor it's been sitting all this time, you put the fabric on, take your bag and then unlock the door âIâm going home.âÂ
You don't give him the opportunity to say anything else before getting out of the bathroom but you do hear a groan when you're rushing downstairs.Â
Yeosang and Yunho are just leaving the kitchen when you trip on the last step and the host jogs the few steps to you after laughing.Â
âThere you are, Y/N. Listen, there's some meat already grilled back there but we'reââÂ
âI'm actually going home, Yun,â you cut him short âI'm not feeling that well. My plan was to swim a little before leaving but I don't think I can do it.âÂ
âDid something happen orâŚ?âÂ
What happened is coming downstairs as he asks.Â
âNope. Nothing, I just think I'm catching a cold or something. Thank you so much for inviting me though!â You hug your friend quickly, kissing his cheek before pulling away.Â
âAlwaysâŚâ Yunho is very observant but, as you always do, he doesn't press you with questions about what's going on âHe's taking you home?â Pointing behind you, you don't have to turn around to get what he means.Â
âYeââÂ
âNo. He's having a great time here, I don't want to get in the way,â you shrug âI'll just get an uber or something. Don't worry.âÂ
Yunho frowns slightly, eyes moving from your face to over your shoulder.Â
Immature. Petty. Rude.Â
You're sure that's the way youâre coming off right now. But feeling anger bubbling behind the smile you give Yunho, you think it's better they make their assumptions instead of actually seeing you upset.Â
You move to hug Yeosang as well and he murmurs his farewell. When you turn around, Mingi is no longer there and you donât spare a look towards the floor to ceiling glass windows that separate the living area from the backyard because you're sure he's sitting right beside that girl again.Â
As he should be.Â
You bolt for the door, giving your friends a tiny smile before going down the few steps and into the hill. It's already dark and you're sure no uber driver it's going up this hill for the tip you're able to offer them, so you figure your best shot is to go down and try to find a cab on the main street.Â
The light from your phone illuminates your scowl as you walk. Past the bushes and the trees and the lines of parallel parked cars where Mingiâs Lexus is.Â
You don't notice him there until he opens the backdoor to block your step.Â
âGet in the car, I'm taking you home.âÂ
Closing the door he just opened to stop you, you shake your head.Â
âI told you I'm getting a ride andââ
âI don't give a fuck. Get in the car.â And then he's opening his door and closing it so fast it gives you no room for debating.Â
He's angry. Shit.Â
You can't even see him through the tinted window to assess how much damage you have done, so you look down the hill one more time and wonder if making the run for it is worth it.Â
When your phone lights up with a notification from Gyuri asking you if everything's okay and to make it home safe, you take it as a sign to round the car and get into the passenger side with an annoyed huff.Â
The engine comes to life. You're not looking at him but at the trees until the leaves start showing the building lights in-between them and soon you're on the main road.Â
You can't even ask him to turn the radio on. Stubborn, you refuse to let the anger inside of you dissipate in fear of shame taking over. It's better being angry than being ashamed, at least in this exact moment because you can practically feel Mingi's anger through the silent treatment.Â
But you need to say something. The silence is suffocating and the street is surprisingly empty so you can't distract yourself with anything.Â
âYou shouldn't have bothered.âÂ
âI am bothered. You bothered me.âÂ
Clenching your jaw, you turn to him in disbelief âI told you to stay at the goddamn party so we can fix this tomorrow but I bothered you?â
âDid I stutter or something?âÂ
âNo, you're just not making any fucking sense!âÂ
âYeah, fuck this,â you see him look around, biting the inside of his cheek like he's holding his words in âWe're fixing this right now.âÂ
The car makes a harsh turn and you have to grab the door for support.Â
âMingi!â He's not listening to you anymore. His hard gaze stays on the road, it feels like forever before he pulls into a somewhat empty parking lot and when the vehicle stops you go to open the door and get the fuck away from him before you two kill eachother inside this car.Â
That's an exaggeration but with the way he turns off the car and unbuckles his seatbelt, you know your pride doesn't stand a chance.Â
The summer breeze briefly hits your face before his hand is on yours, closing the door and preventing you from, once again, escaping the situation.Â
Frustrated, you let out a loud groan âWhat the fuck is your problem?!âÂ
âI don't know, Y/N! But I'll tell you what your problem is, alright?â he chuckles. It's a humorless sound, his face painted in something you've never seen before âYour problem is that you assume you know what everyone else is feeling and you assume you're right. But intuition can only get you so far, love, so I need you to take your head out of your ass and think logically for a second.âÂ
Flabbergasted, you think you murmur something in your defense but he cuts you short.Â
âNo! You didn't let me get a word out back there so now you're going to shut up and listen,â he pinches the bridge of his nose and closes his eyes âYou assume you're smarter than everyone else but you're actually so dumb. Dumb, you're acting very dumb and reckless, Y/N! That back there?â he points out of the window to nothing but you know what he means âLeavingâ Scratch that. Leaving me and not giving me a chance to say anything back? Trying to go down that hill alone and in the dark? Stupid.âÂ
Staring back at him with watery eyes, you don't even know what to say back except a whispered excuse me?
âAnd usually I would beat up anyone who even dares to call you that but I guess all these years I've been wrong about you. Because if you were smart, you would've realized that Hanni means nothing to me and I mean nothing to her. There's nothing, she loves appearances and that's it.âÂ
You knew that already, but you're not giving your stance up.Â
What even is your stance? Ah, right, he treated you like an envious no one back there and not like his best friend. Â
âYeah, I can tell you mean nothing to her from the whiny tone and the hug and the dragging you to meet her friends, Mingi.â Scoffing at the memory, your lips press into a thin line.Â
âWell, she's a friendly girl!âÂ
âShe didn't even say hi to me!âÂ
âSo she doesn't like you, Y/N! Who cares!â you sure don't but, again, you just stare at him in disbelief and his open arms, palms to the sky âDo you care? Because I don't! And guess what? I doesn't fucking matter if she likes you or not or if she wants me or not because I like you!âÂ
What?Â
âW-what?âÂ
âI like you! And I'll choose you over her and everyone else again and again and again until you notice but fuck it's so tiring. You're so fixated on why I let her drag me to her friends that you completely ignored me the rest of the time we were there and maybe if you looked at me more than once you would've realized that I was staring back at you the whole afternoon!âÂ
You let out an annoyed chuckle âSo you were, Mingi.âÂ
âI was! I was trying to get you to look at me and notice how bad I wanted you to come over, rescue me from that boring ass conversation, grab my hand and claim your place right beside me becauseââ he pauses, resting a hand on the steering wheel and looking at you like he can't believe he has to spell this out for you âBecause I want nothing more than for her and everyone to know Iâm yours! I'm sure everyone already fucking knows too, except you. So yeah, sometimes, you're pretty fucking dumb for such a smart woman, Y/N.âÂ
Words escape you. They escape your mind, your reason and your pride shrinks until it disappears behind all the love you feel for Mingi.Â
So that's what you are feeling. That's what you felt yesterday night when the tiredness couldn't drown out your thoughts of him and all he meant to you.Â
Love, love, love. In all its forms, in all its possible scenarios. Your heart burns for it and you used to think that your hopeless romantic desires began and died with the movies you tend to see and the books you tend to read, that it was impossible to feel this way for anyone but there he is, chest heaving in the yellow interior light, waiting for you to say something back.Â
âAnd I realize that before yesterday I showed no interest in you but believe me when I say that IââÂ
Shakily, you interrupt him with whispered words, heart soaring and hands reaching out to cup his beautiful face âShut the fuck up, Song Mingi.âÂ
When you kiss him, you make sure to pour out everything you couldn't say a minute ago into it.Â
When he kisses you back with the same feeling, it crosses your mind that he already forgave you.Â
And when he grabs your waist and drags you over the break handle and the transmission to collide his chest against yours and drag his tongue along the seam of your bottom lip, you think that, for the first time ever, you have to tell him he's right.Â
You are stupid. Stupid for not realizing it sooner, stupid for confusing his longing stares for something platonic, stupid for thinking you could wait until tomorrow to tell him he has the right to see and be with anyone he wants to because this is it.Â
This. The way your entire body comes alive when he sighs into your mouth and groans at the way your knee opens up his legs to make room for you on his side of the car and partially on his lap. The way his thumbs run through your cheeks and dry the tears you didn't even feel falling down. The way your heart jumps frantically and the way its beats could get confused by his because you're so close.Â
Suddenly and unexpectedly, you can't recall a time Mingi didn't make you feel this exact same way. It's overwhelming, it expands through you like a fire and it knocks the remaining air out of your lungs enough for you to pull away and rest your forehead against his, shaky breaths tangling together and fingers grasping the neck of his shirt in an attempt to ground yourself.Â
You sniffle, incapable of not feeling emotional over his confession and your realization âI'm sorry, Mingi. I'm sorry, I'm so sorry for treating you that way I was⌠I behaved likeâŚâÂ
âAn ass.â He nods and you look at him with the ghost of a smile tugging at your lips.Â
âYeah,â you nod as well âI was an ass. A jealous ass.âÂ
âI know, love.â He whispers, eyes moving on your face before his lips are on yours again, briefly, sweetly, even if you don't feel like you deserve it âYou tend to forget that I know you, hm? That I've seen you jealous before? You were an ass back then, too.âÂ
âOkay! Okay, stop calling me an ass, I get it.âÂ
âI'm sorry for waiting for you to do something when you didn't even⌠I guess you didn't know, right? The way I feel about you?âÂ
âI know now,â you whisper back, nudging your nose against his and then putting some distance so you can see him better âI feel the same way, by the way. We're shit at communicating, apparently, so I'll just tell you now thatââÂ
His lips are on yours again and he's giggling against them and shaking his head when he pulls away. Brown eyes search for yours and you're not sure what he's looking in them but he seems to find it, his muscles relaxing against the leather of his seat seconds later.Â
So you kiss him again. And again and again until your back starts hurting and the steering wheel is pressed uncomfortably against it, forcing you to shift on his hold.Â
âLet me⌠Wait.â He lets you go to pull his seat back and then closes his legs, forcing your knee to fall on his other side so you can fully straddle his lap âThat's better. Now come here.â And then heâs grabbing the back of your neck and stealing your breath away again with another kiss.
The tension shifts right then. When he can fully feel you pressing up against him and when a noise escapes you once his hands drop and give your bare legs the attention you didn't even know you were craving.Â
You thought a second ago that the sweet kisses would stop once you were both sated with the sweet aftermath of all the yelling and confessing but now you don't want it to stop.Â
There's a lot to catch up on, a lot of missed time you need to make up for.Â
You still want to make him feel good. The sparks from yesterday come alive again and soon you're yanking the strands of dark hair with your fingers and letting your mouth explore the skin of his neck. When you sink your teeth into his skin, he lets out the same noise he did the night before and you smile against the mark you just made.Â
His lips find your shoulder and he breathes hard into it once your hips start moving at their own accord, slowly yet firmly, the pad of his fingers digging hard on your thighs until you break away from his neck to focus on his face again.Â
âThis goddamn dress, love.âÂ
Humming, you caress his red cheek with your lips âWhat about it?âÂ
âBeen thinking about it all dayâŚâÂ
âIt worked, by the way.âÂ
âWoo?âÂ
âMhm. Distracted him so he didn't throw me in the pool right away.âÂ
âAnd Jongho?âÂ
âProbably plotting against me right now.âÂ
He laughs softly into your skin âProbably.âÂ
Chuckling as well, you stop your movements and take in how he looks. Gone, a little too fucked up from just making out, lips swollen and eyes clouded with something you're getting too familiar with, too quick.Â
âWorked on you, too.âÂ
He smiles and shrugs, letting his head drop into the headrest âYou look good in everything, love. It doesn't really matter what you wear.âÂ
âOh?âÂ
A firm hand trails up your body, slowly, from you leg to your hip, your waist to the side of your breasts and your until it cops your face with affection you never imagined you would experience.Â
âI have always thought you are the most beautiful girl to ever exist.âÂ
This is it.Â
Leaning into his touch, your lips connect to the palm of the hand holding you before you lean forward again.Â
âI love you, Mingi.âÂ
He doesn't seem surprised by your confession and you're glad he knows. It doesn't really matter if its too soon, if you even mean it in a romantic way or not, the love you have for him transcends all labels.Â
âI love you too, Y/N.â
And his does too.Â
You kiss him until it hurts.Â
He kisses you until you're gasping and your body is pleading for more.Â
The both of you kiss each other until you're sure nothing else will replace the taste of one another, that it will linger forever even if your paths stop crossing at any point in time.Â
It feels like you're trapped somewhere where the clock doesn't tick at all, where you can take your time exploring him with your mouth and your hands.Â
And then it doesn't.Â
The fabric of the dress starts bothering you, his tight shirt is suddenly not tight enough and the hardness steadily growing and pressing into your core is screaming for attention you can't give him with all these clothes on the way.Â
He feels it too, fingers tracing the hem of your dress for the second time today and then they're under it, pulling at the fabric up until it bunches on your waist.Â
You're still wearing the swimsuit he helped you put on earlier but it does little to conceal how affected you are. Looking down, you're not even ashamed of it when he follows your eyes and let his linger on the patch of wetness darkening the color of the bottoms.Â
Still, he moves his hands upwards again and soon you're struggling to get the dress off, considering you're almost bumping the roof of the car when you straighten your spine to do so.Â
âWanna know what crossed my mind when I saw you in the bathroom?âÂ
When it's finally off, he immediately goes for it: His index tracing your collarbone and slowly descending, his short nail dragging against your skin before the rest of his fingers join, right in between your breasts, where there's fabric holding together the top of the swimsuit.Â
He could easily tug on it if he wanted to. Instead, he ignores it and presses the heel of his hand against it, forcing you to lean back and almost bump into the steering wheel again.Â
Unable to speak and panting, you only nod as a reply to his question.Â
âHow easy it would be to get on my knees and eat you out. I thought: What if I justâŚâ Using his other hand to mess with the knots that keep the left bottom part of the swimsuit together, he demonstrates what he means without actually doing it, his eyes following the motions âUndo these, get on my knees and make her come all over my face?âÂ
âFuck, MingiâŚâÂ
âYou would like that, wouldn't you?â He smirks without actually looking at you, the hand on your sternum traveling down against your skin before joining the other one, teasing the knots on the right.Â
âY-yes.âÂ
Maybe he can see it on your face, the sudden nervousness at the scene he painted before you, because he grabs one of your hands and brings them to his lips before drawing you close again âPlease tell me your idiot ex-boyfriend ate you out when you were together.âÂ
Blush darkening, you make a face that gives the answer away.Â
He groans âHe's worse than I thought, fuck. Come here.â And without any warning, the back of his seat goes down until it touches the backseat with it.
Bracing yourself against his chest, because you went down with him as well, you huff out a surprised laugh âGo where?âÂ
âUp here. Let me teach you something tonight.âÂ
âMingiâŚâÂ
âFirst, you need to make sure your hands are cleanââÂ
âStop,â laughing, you interrupt his bad attempt at teasing you with the same words you used on him yesterday âThere's no real support for me if we do this, where do I evenââÂ
âKnees here,â he motions the backseat and you could actually do it, but you would have to sit on his face instead of hovering like you imagine it would be more comfortable for him âhands hereâ he points to the grab handle and the headrest of the passenger seat and then straightens his spine a little, bringing his face closer to you so he can whisper right into your worn out lips âTurn the light off, I'll do the rest.âÂ
He looks like he's going to kiss you but then he falls back onto the seat with an excited smile curving his lips.Â
What a tease.Â
So of course you turn off the light and prop yourself up into the position he wants to. It's challenging, the car is not that small but it feels like it is and you very much would rather do this on a bed, spare his back and yours in the process, but excitement also runs through your body and your brain stops making up excuses for why should deny yourself of the pleasure of Mingi using his mouth to make you see stars the second his fingers undo the knots and peel the bottom half of your swimsuit off your body with ease.Â
Lips trailing up your inner thighs and hands on each side of them, holding you in a secure position, Mingi doesn't tease you much before attaching his mouth to your heat and your subconsciousness flies out the window when his tongue flicks your clit.Â
You look down at him and the sight of him enjoying himself has you beaming, the warmth spreads through you and the zeroes on your pussy. You don't even try to quiet down your moans, completely forgetting that you're in a public parking lot that can fill up at any second.Â
But paying no mind to it either, Mingi also moans encouragingly into your wet folds when your hips move a little, chasing that high.Â
He shifts his focus to your entrance, his tongue working itself into you and when you move your hips again at the feeling, his nose bumps into your clit in a way that has you grasping the headrest for support, right hand slipping down and resting on the window while your mouth hangs open and your eyes shut close.Â
âMingi⌠Baby, fuck, I'llââ he adds his thumb into his ministrations, pressing it against your clit the way he did yesterday and it only takes a few side to side movements for you to come undone on his mouth.Â
And again, the intensity of your orgasm takes you by surprise. It's obviously not as intense as yesterday's but it still got you trembling so you want to curse him out for being that good at what he does.Â
He eases you into it, slowing his mouth and you only register that it leaves you completely when your thighs are being kissed tenderly.Â
Breathless, you look down at him and catch his smile before his teeth are sinking into your skin and forcing you to hiss out a laugh âGood?âÂ
âYeah,â you smile, climbing down from your position and hovering over his lap in an attempt to not ruin his jeans. It's very obvious he enjoyed it too, his crotch holding the evidence tight and probably painfully against the fabric there âReally, really good.âÂ
You want to get on your knees and return the favor, make him squirm in pleasure, but the space is not working in your favor. So even though your thighs are hurting and sweat is dripping down your neck, you start working on the button and zipper of his jeans before he sits up.
He wants to say something, but your tongue is touching his and tasting yourself on it before he gets the chance. Clumsily, a little too far gone for your liking as well, you are able to get through the layers of clothes and let your hand hang over his dick âAre you gonna make me beg for it today?âÂ
âYou don't have to, love.âÂ
âBeg?â you ask with a smile that he reciprocates âOr touch you?â your free hand brushes the hair out of his face, sliding down until you're propping his chin up with it, thumb tracing his bottom lip softly âBecause I want to touch you. I want to make you feel so, so good, baby. Please.âÂ
He kisses the pad of your thumb and then takes it into his mouth, tongue caressing the tip of it until you're panting again and then nods.Â
That's all the permission you need before taking him with your hand and pulling him out of his boxers. Taking your hand out briefly, you gather up saliva and spit right into it.Â
Mingi lets out a noise at that. Interesting.Â
Starting slow, you focus on his expression. Testing the waters, taking note of what he likes because, unlike him, you probably pushed to the corner of your mind every sexual conversation you two had before yesterday. You take a second to look down at it, the size is no surprise but your mouth waters at the image of you taking him into the heat of it.Â
Maybe another time. For now, you focus on making him feel good with the little you can offer him in the enclosed space of his car.Â
He mouths at your neck, choked up sobs vibrate through the skin on your collarbone and your top gets moved to the side so he can mark the side of your boobs as he pleases. It sets the fire inside of you alive again, your folds getting wetter when he rolls his tongue around your nipple and then throws his head back when you twist your hand in a motion he seems to really enjoy.
âJust like that, love.âÂ
To your delight, he's not quiet. He's loud, he's grabby, taking the opportunity to hold onto your ass and press down on the skin when you tease his slit and gather his precum on your fingers so you can spread it around his cock and your hand can slide easier.Â
Movements get sloppy once he's close, he's no longer paying attention to you and you welcome it as a great sign, his hips bucking into your hand and he moves you forward until you're sitting on his lap again.Â
The only thing preventing your pussy and his dick to touch being your hand.Â
You glance at him and he looks back, probably the same idea popping up into his mind so you nod once.
The car moves as you two move around, to the back seat, the spine of his seat up and the entire thing moving forward to make space for him next to you, over you, on top of you once he kicks his jeans and boxers off to the floor.Â
You reach out to him in a silent plea and he bends down to kiss you soft and moist and hot and breathy, sensually, with sweet sounds escaping both of you when you reach under his shirt and lift it up until he gets what you want. Discarding it with the rest of his clothes, your top follows it and the contentment you feel when his naked chest touches yours is unmeasurable.Â
There's no real room to move around and there's not really any patience left within both of you, so when he apologizes when he moves his hips where he shouldn't and his tip brushes your entrance, you pull back from his bruising mouth.Â
âCondom. Now.âÂ
He obliges right away, searching on his jeans for a minute or so and when he comes back he's smirking like he can't believe you âWhen I told you we needed to raincheck I didn't mean it to be like this. Bossy.âÂ
Even if you're punching him on his chest and giggling at his breathy words, you take the teasing with pride âYou started it, Mingi!âÂ
Putting the condom on skilled and fast, he's soon resting his forehead against yours and kissing you softly again âI wanted you on my bedâŚâ his lips trail down and the giggles die on your throat as he's kissing it, a moan escaping you âOn your back or knees or riding meâŚâ he continues in a whisper going down and down and down, giving your nipples attention before going back up and taking your mouth in his again âMaking a mess on my cockâŚâÂ
He takes the opportunity to enter you slowly and you gasp at the stretch, wet enough so it doesn't hurt you but you're unfamiliar with him, with his size splitting you open deliciously.Â
âF-fuck, Y/N.â Mingi leans back to watch you take him in and you whine again. Tilting your head back, you let him work himself in and you moan loudly when he almost bottoms out âLook at youâŚâÂ
You don't. You can't. He's pressing his thumb on your clit again to ease you through the stretch and it makes the heat pool in your belly like you didn't come in his mouth a few minutes ago.Â
Slowly but surely it gets easier for him to rock his hips into you, mouth parting in pleasure when you remind yourself to look at him. His abdomen tenses when you run your nails against the skin there, softly, until you're detouring them into his back and sinking them in just enough to have him whining at the feeling.Â
âBaby⌠Harder.âÂ
âYeah?âÂ
Hips bucking up to meet his at a particularly hard trust, you reach up to him so he can rest his body weight on yours. Close like this, with the pace picking up, the knot on your lower half tightens and threatens to break.Â
âYou take me so well, love. Fuck, always knew you would,â you know he can feel your walls tightening around him at the praise, because he smiles and kisses you once before continuing âMy pretty, pretty girl⌠Taking my cock so wellâŚâ he punctuates his words with the roll of his hips and you cry out, holding his face in between your hands, his eyes never leaving yours.Â
In this position, his lower abdomen bumps into your clit and it's soon tipping you over the edge.Â
âSo good, so good, ohâ Oh, God.â You're mumbling incoherently while Mingi keeps whispering sweet nothings and then the tension on your belly breaks. It takes three seconds of your walls pulsating around him for him to groan loudly into your mouth and come undone as well.Â
The only thing you can hear is breathing, all you can feel is breathing. His against your chin, yours blowing on his hair when you rest your cheek on his temple.Â
It takes a second to gather yourself again and when you do, you tilt your head back to give him a chaste kiss that he returns.Â
âThat was so good, baby.â You tell him and he smiles, nodding in agreement âI am sticking to the fucking seat though.âÂ
Mingi snorts and just like that the energy shifts back to the usual you. Only this time, you come back to it knowing that no oneâs ever going to have you the way he does.Â
He slips out of you, doing his thing with the condom and you sit up, looking through the windows and becoming aware of your surroundings for the first time since you got there.Â
There's a car parked far away from you that's empty and the rest of the cars that were near it have left. You wonder how long this all took, because you lost track of time the second he told you he likes you.Â
Chest still heaving and boxers now on, Mingi rests his back on the door and takes your hand in his âIs it dumb of me to assume you're my girlfriend now, love?âÂ
âIs it dumb that I assumed that's what I was when you said you like me?âÂ
âNo,â he answers right away ânot dumb at all.âÂ
Smiling, you nod âThen I'm your girlfriend, Mingi.âÂ
He beams at that and then he's crowding you again âSay it again.âÂ
âI'm your girlfriend.â you repeat, enunciating each word and giggling when he nuzzles his nose into the crimson on your cheek âIâm yours, baby.âÂ
Resting his forehead against yours, he hums in contempt âGood, because I've always been yours too.âÂ
âThere's no way! You two... together? Guys⌠See, that would be me if I didn't saw it coming but I'm smarter and cooler than everyone here so I did.âÂ
Wooyoung's over the top reaction has Mingi throwing his head back in a silent laugh and you staring at the black haired guy, unamused and a little offended.Â
It's two days later and, as usual, you're at Wooyoung's and Sanâs apartment hanging out.Â
After putting your clothes back on and going for some well deserved food, Mingi took you home, kissed you goodnight and showed up the next day after class to break the news to your parents.Â
Your mom almost cried. Your dad too, but for a completely different reason.Â
In the end, they both agreed they saw it coming and when you told Mingiâs parents, they said the same thing and invited yours to have celebratory dinner without you.Â
What happened in Mingiâs room after was worth missing dinner anyways.Â
Mingi and you decided to break the news when most of the group showed up for movie night and you were nervous to see their reactions.Â
But everyone seems unaffected by it.Â
âI knew you guys liked each other the second I met you. Ask Gyuri, she agrees with me.âÂ
âSadly, I do.â Wooyoung's ex looks at you from her spot by the door, where she's getting her shoes on.Â
She winks at you and you fake a gasp, falling into your boyfriend's lap with an annoyed huff.Â
âAnd no one told us?!âÂ
âSorry, Y/N. We didn't want to get in the way.â Hwa is apologetic and Yeosang nods alongside Hongjoong but you gape at them like they betrayed your trust.Â
âTo be fair we didn't know tillâ last week, love.âÂ
âShe didn't know.â Gyuri corrects him and now you turn to her to give her the betrayed look âYou were pining over it for six months already.âÂ
âI say it was more like nine butâŚâ Hwa shrugs and sips his cup, giving the man holding you close a knowing smile.Â
Oh, they definitely talked about it, huh?Â
âNine months and no one cared to fill me in, huh?âÂ
âIâm sure Mingi didââÂ
âWooyoung!âÂ
âWell I didn't notice.â Yunho interferes with a shrug and gives you a recomforting smile that doesn't work at all.Â
San laughs âThat's because you're a puppy that can't even tell when someone likes you.âÂ
âAm not!âÂ
Everyone, including you and Mingi, make a noise in agreement with San. Â
âYou're one to talk, though, leave the puppy alone.â Gyuri tells her ex's best friend and Wooyoung laughs at him when his smile drops.Â
There's some story there you don't know.Â
âGuys⌠Does someone like me right now? Be honest.âÂ
Yeosang is about to tell him something but Jongho interrupts.Â
âEnough with the love talk! Can we start the movie?â But he's pressing play already, so the answer doesn't really matter.Â
Gyuri laughs once and Wooyoung makes his way over to her to give her a hug that she enjoys for one second tops before pushing him away.Â
âEnjoy everyone! I'm so happy for you two, by the way, not that these neanderthals would tell you to your face but I'm sure they're too.âÂ
âThank you, Gyuri.â Mingi murmurs from behind you and you mouth a thank you as well before she leaves for the night.Â
Something about her best friend having a boy crisis.Â
You don't miss the way Sanâs eyes follow her until she leaves or the way he looks at Woo, something clearly worrying him.Â
His best friend ignores him, though, so you confirm that might just be a little pissed off at him after all.Â
âTell her to text you what happens.â San asks Woo once she leaves and he rolls his eyes.Â
âMhm. Iâll tell her to stop calling us neanderthals too.âÂ
You smile âWell, she's right.âÂ
âNuh-uh!âÂ
Jongho has to stop the movie and you see him sulk while everyone else is arguing. Some of them, like Hwa and Yeo, are siding with you and Gyuri. And the rest of them, like your boyfriend, are telling them off.Â
When you turn to face him, his argument dies mid-sentence because he stops to smile at you. He takes your face in his hand and kisses you for the first time ever in front of everyone else. The group stops the argument to tease you both and you laugh into his mouth.Â
A cushion is thrown at you and Jongho gets up to separate your faces before sitting beside you with a pout on his lips.Â
âCan we watch the goddamn movie?!âÂ
You're the happiest you've ever been.
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(My) Nuisance
Hobie brown x reader
word count: 964
find the rest of the mini series here
synopsis: You thought you hated Hobie, but for some reason youâre starting to like him just as much as you like Spiderman.
a/n: (maybe too much) british slang used
You hate your next door neighbor. No, no you loathe your next door neighbor. You think he is the worst person to possibly exist. His stupid flat decorations, his loud punk-rock music blasting at unruly hours, the way he would come back to his flat at 4 am stomping his boots yelling with his friends about their latest anarchist protest. But you hate nothing more than the way he looks at you.
Everytime you try yelling at him he opens his door with the cheekiest grin on his face. While youâre standing there fuming heâs leaning against the door panel looking you up and down. The worst part is how much he tries to smooth talk you.
âI already told you how annoying your music is, no one wants to hear that at 3 am alright? Some of us have work in the morning,â you complain, smoke practically coming out of your ears.
âOh câmon love itâs not that bad. Donât have to be such a tosser âbout it. It messes up that pretty face of yours,â he says.
âAre you daft? Youâre the one keeping everyone up at night with your dumb guitar,â you roll your eyes.
âItâs not that big a deal sweetheart. Yâknow i'm starting to think youâre making up rubbish just so you can talk to me more. Iâll admit itâs pretty cute but you could just ask me out,â he leans closer to your flushed face.
âI donât fancy you if thatâs what you mean,â you scoff.
âNot saying that. Iâm saying if you wanna snog me so bad you could just say so,â he shrugs.
You could burst out laughing. Kiss him? Thatâs fucking hilarious.
âYouâre joking right? iâd rather die.â
âI donât believe in comedy, love,â he says.
âOf course you donât,â you mumble as you storm off back to your door.
Youâve decided he is the worst person ever. He doesnât deserve your efforts and time.
You set your keys down and fall into bed as you hear amp feedback and the sounds of Hobie strumming his guitar. You canât help but roll your eyes. How could someone be so incompetent?
You reach your hand over to where the bed and the wall meet to grab your Spiderman plush. You hate to admit it because itâs kind of dumb but youâve always loved spiderman. Ever since you were a little kid you collected posters, figures, pins, and merchandise having to do with the superhero. Even now, your walls are decorated in spiderman posters, you own spiderman clothing, and even printed your keys to have a blue and red spider web on them.
There was something so nostalgic to the vigilante and his style that you had to adorn your room with touches of blue and red. You thought spiderman was the embodiment of âcool.â From his suit to the way he acted around criminals to the electric guitar on his back. Sure, a guitar was the main thing you hated about Hobie but Spiderman did it better. He made it work in the way Hobie dreams of.
You wake up to the loudest knock on your front door youâve ever heard. You immediately know itâs him. You try to ignore the blaring pounding coming from your door but it keeps going. You force yourself to get up and answer the door. You hope you can open it, yell at him, then go back to bed.
To your dismay the second you open the door Hobie places his hand on the top of the wood, stopping you from moving it anywhere else.
âWhat do you want this early?â you groan.
âItâs like 9 am, love. But anyway-â He cuts himself off before finishing his sentence. Youâre too groggy to notice that heâs staring inside of your flat. His eyes search the walls and decor in front of him.
âSo, I take it you like Spiderman?â He laughs.
âThatâs none of your business,â you sigh, crossing your arms.
He pushes his way inside of your flat, moving around like heâs looking for buried treasure. He picks up memorabilia and smiles at them. He holds up a Spider-Punk figurine and turns towards you.
âSpider-Punk huh?â
âDonât touch my stuff! You know this is technically breaking and entering,â you scold him, taking the figure out of his hand.
He puts his hands in his pockets and just smirks at you. That stupid smirk, displaying half of his teeth and perfectly showing his lip ring.
âWhat do you want from me, Hobie?â you question after placing the figure back on its stand.
âJus- Just wanted to apologize for last night,â he starts.
âYou mean this morning? We talked at 1 am, remember?â You say, passive aggressively.
âRight, whatever. Youâre⌠Youâre right,â he exhaled, âI shouldnât be blasting my music that early. Itâs inconsiderate and rude to the people in my vicinity,â he breathes.
In the time youâve known him you donât think youâve ever heard him say sorry. Youâre taken aback, did he really apologize? And did he sound genuinely sorry?
âOh, oh uhm thanks,â you sat, still skeptical a camera crew would come out laughing saying this whole thing was a prank.
âI wanted to see if you maybe wanted to come to my show tonight? We could get dinner after or whatever you want,â He scratches the back of his neck, heâs nervous.
âIâd like that, I guess,â you reluctantly say.
âWicked. Uhm, iâll be leaving then. Sorry again,â he says. Shooting finger guns at you and making his way out the door.
You smile, maybe, just maybe, Hobies getting to you. As heâs leaving you could swear you see some blue and red material with spikes on it slipping out of his pocket.
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[SUMMARY: Trigger warning. Joel triggers your PTSD when you see him drunk for the first time causing you to have flashbacks of your abusive ex.]
Mentions of DV
âYou werenât suppose to see this, babyâ he stumbled in your direction.
Joel knew how you felt about alcohol, he knew the hell you had gone through with your ex boyfriend because of it. Having known him for a year, you and him both traveled alone surviving together. Never had you seen Joel intoxicated, neither of you had come across liquor during your journey and when you did Joel ignored it out of respect for you. Of course, Joel missed the alcohol helping him somewhat sleep at night yet he never mentioned it.
Tonight the two of you had gotten lucky, after being on your feet for nine hours walking through the woods you both came across a cabin that looked as if it had been abandoned for a while now. After making sure it was empty you both claimed it as your own, at least until you had to keep moving again.
âOh itâs nice to finally have a bed tonightâ you looking at the bed at the other end of the room. Joel smirked as he looked around, peaking through the cabinets where he found two full bottles of whiskey. God it had been so long since Joel had a taste, the only thing that numbed him entirely, he craved just a glass.
âWhat cha find?â You asked as you began to unpack your bag. Joel quickly closing the door and clearing his throat as he moved along.
âNothinâ uh, a few cans of food and towelsâ Joel knowing damn well it was nothing to mention.
âGood, Iâm hungryâ you spoke excitedly as Joel grabbed the cans to sit at the table.
Joel and you lay on the couch, your body slouched against his for a moment as his hand brushed through your hair.
âOh Iâd love to be able to just watch a movie now, have some popcornâ you sighed, the thought making Joel slightly smile.
âWhat movie would we watch?â He asked curiously.
âHmmmâŚI donât know, how about a romantic comedy?â You winked at him as he playfully shook his head rubbing his eyes.
âOh baby, Iâd watch anything with youâ he whispered looking down at you before kissing you softly.
âWho knows, we probably wouldnât even watch anythingâ he chuckled as you playfully shoved him.
âWe should get sleepâ your lips brushing against his as you spoke. He nodded before you pushed yourself up and walked to the bed.
âAre you coming?â You yawned as you dusted the bed off a bit and pulled back the covers.
âYeah, Iâll be there in a fewâ he called out to you before looking back at the cabinet that held the two bottles of whiskey. Too exhausted to wait, your eyes closed and you fell right to sleep.
Once Joel was sure that you were asleep, quietly he got up and stopped right at the cabinet. Looking back at you he reached for the first bottle, slowly opening it up. Without thought Joel began to drink savoring the taste he hadnât had in so long, wiping his lips feeling the burn in his chest.
âFuckâ Itâs just what he needed after not being able to sleep properly in weeks.
Closing his eyes in relief he took another chug before taking the bottle back with him to the couch. Within fourty minutes he was half way through, slowly getting to the bottom. The buzz creeping up on him as he leaned his head back and took a deep breath.
Joel began slowly walking around the cabin, reading some of the frames on the wall when he began to stumble. Reaching for a frame Joel accidentally knocked it to the ground causing you to wake up.
âJoel?â
âShitâ he whispered.
Rubbing your eyes you go out of bed to see Joel across the room.
âYou ok?â He turned to you revealing the half empty open bottle in his hand, thatâs when you looked at his face and realized he didnât look like the Joel you knew.
âDidnât mean toâŚwake ya..â he whispered as he noticed the way you stared at the bottle in his hand.
âWhereâd you get that?â You asked softly as Joel took a deep breath with regret.
âYouâŚ-â he began to walk towards you.
âYou werenât suppose to see this, babyâ he stumbled in your direction.
âMaybe you shouldâŚ.lay downâ you spoke nervously as he stopped right before you.
âShit baby, I fucked up..â he whispered. The smell of alcohol making your stomach turn, the memories of the nightmare you lived with your ex boyfriend now coming back to you. Your heart racing as you felt a panic you never thought you would feel again.
âYouâre mad at me, ainât cha?â He couldnât hold himself still as he stood before you, you took a step back feeling the wall behind you as you slowly shook your head. Mad wasnât the word as your nerves took over. You trusted Joel yet seeing him in a way you never hadâŚseeing him in a way your ex had his violent outbursts, you were terrified.
âDonât beâŚmad atâŚ..me, baby. Ima make this..rightâ he slurred.
You watched as he dangled the half empty bottle around before closing the top in a clumsy manner and placing the bottle on the table beside him.
âThereâ he placed his hands up showing you he was done. As drunk as he was he could see the fear in your eyes.
âPlease donât be mad at me-â he unexpectedly reached for you causing you to step back against the wall harder than you meant to.
âI ainât gonna hurt chaâ his eyes desperate for you to trust him. Yet, his words only seemed to make it worse. It was something your ex would love to say just before he actually would hurt you.
âFuckâ Joel shoved the chair beside him causing you to jump.
âStop it! Just stop!â You felt yourself begin to lose any control you thought you had.
âBaby-â
âJust go lay down! Go to sleep!â You couldnât even look him in the eye. All you wanted desperately was for him to get away from you. Joel stood silent as he took a step back and did as you asked. Quietly going to the bed he lay down and let you be.
As soon as he walked away you began to silently hyperventilate. Squeezing your eyes shut you tried to fight off the memories, the traumaâŚyou tried to fight the fear.
You knew you would no longer be able to properly sleep that night. Joel was out in a matter of minutes while you sat up on the couch watching him. Your eyes feeling heavy, it was getting harder to stay awake until eventually you fell asleep.
After a few hours Joel began to wake up. With a slight headache he slowly pushed himself up with a groan before looking up and noticing the bottle of whiskey sitting on the counter. Quickly he looked around the room to find you sitting on the couch asleep facing him.
âShitâ he whispered to himself brushing his hand through his hair. Bits and pieces of the night before flashed in his mind, one thing he couldnât stop picturing was how afraid you seemed of him.
Joel stood up walking towards you, he could tell you didnât mean to fall asleep. You seemed cold and so he grabbed a blanket from the bed and slowly placed it on you. The feel of the blanket covering you causing you to slowly open your eyes and when you did, you jumped not expecting to see Joel standing over you.
âItâs me-â he tried to assure you.
âItâs me, baby Iâm sober, I ainât drinkinâ I promiseâ it took a moment for you to realize he actually was sober. There was the Joel you knew staring down at you with concern. Staying silent for a moment you looked around a bit confused, you hadnât even realized you fell asleep, let alone for how long. You looked at him quietly as you slowly sat up and took a deep breath.
âYou-â
âI knowâ he quickly spoke as he stood up straight.
âIâve never seen you like that beforeâ you whispered.
âand IâŚ.I thought about Cameron and-â he noticed you begin to slightly tremble.
âI just didnât know what you were capable ofâ you blurt out as you held back your tears.
âScared the hell out of meâ Joel brushed his hand over his lips before quickly getting down on one knee.
âLook at meâ he spoke low looking directly into your eyes.
âI would never do anything to hurt you. Ever. You understand that?â He was serious. He meant every word he said.
âI wish I could find the prick that did this to you, I guarantee you heâd never have a drink againâ you quietly nodded yet he could still see you trembling. It was getting harder for you to control.
âHeyâ he placed his index finger beneath your chin and tilted your head up.
âI ainât gonna drink again alright? I shouldâve never done thatâ he whispered. You let out a breath of relief and threw your arms around him pulling him in. Joel held you hold close and kissed your forehead.
âCome on, get into bed with me, babyâ he slowly lifted you up and carried you to the bed. You watched as he walked to the counter and poured the left over liquor down the drain. As much as Joel loved a drink, your peace of mind was more important to him. Throwing the bottle out the window he walked back to you and lay beside you pulling you close as you fell asleep..
#pedro pascal#joel miller fanfiction#joel miller x you#the last of us fanfiction#joel miller x y/n#joel miller x female reader#joel miller x f!reader#tlou fanfiction#the last of us
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list of things that made me scream in pjo episode 3
Percy picking grover because he trusts him not to betray him!!! THEY ARE BEST FRIENDS OK
Luke still comes off as so likable and inconspicuous that whole convo he had with percy and the shoes i just
GROVER AND THE CONSENSUS SONG I CANT
annabeth staring at the different flavors of candy in the gas station and not being able to pick and just buying all of them. Thats the annabeth we deserve
ANNABETHS KNIFE APPEARANCE ALERT and a fury is IMMEDIATELY killed
uncle ferdinand foreshadowingâŚâŚâŚâŚâŚ
When annabeth and percy start arguing in the woods and grover tries to change the subject by talking about his uncle and they both completely ignore him. I LOVE GROVER SO MUCH
the bickering in this episode is ON POINT by the way
like the stuff theyre arguing about makes sense. Yes i would be concerned about those things too
ESPECIALLY since theres such a focus put on trust (esp after percy learns that someone is going to betray him) and percy and annabeth are arguing about stuff theyve lied or havent told each other about???? Sorry that might be skipping ahead a bit but GOD is that the good stuff
i love that they changed how the three of them ended up going into auntie emâs because before it was a little concerning that none of them figured out it was medusa. Plus having a fury outside just adds to the tension a perfect amount i think, because it really traps them in there
all the discussion about the gods and what medusa talks to percy about in the kitchen - YES MAKE ME HATE THEM!! All of this is adding up to lukes motivations making so much sense in the end
ALSO!! Them harkening back to sallys line in the first episode when she tells percy that not all heroes look like heroes and not all monsters look like monsters - they brought it back so perfectly. Percy wanting to trust medusa because of what his mom said, medusa calling Poseidon a monster, ALL OF IT is so good
When theyre down in the basement and grover puts on the shoes and then just fucking. Flies away and disappears into the darkness yelling a little. and annabeth and percy just kind of helplessly watch him go before being like - welp i guess that plans not working. That was peak comedy
them using annabeths hat on medusa and then using it to kill alecto THEY WERE SO SMART FOR THAT!!! Also percy just the invisible severed head was a hilarious concept to me
when percy suggests burying the hat in the ground with the hat on to make sure no one bad finds it and annabeth just!!! Agrees!!! And then grover has to be like no that hats important to her its a gift from her mother!!! And then percys like well weâll find another solution then. That whole scene was good yes i liked that
also annabeth revealing that grover was her protector too and percy asks about it and grover just changes the subject and doesnt answer. He is the KING of avoidance
also grover finally interrupting annabeth and percy when they start fighting and giving his whole speech about getting along. That wouldve felt a little cheesy and preachy and out of place from anyone else but considering grover tried to get them to sing the consensus song a few hours earlier i fully believe that he would say that
I AM IMPERTINENT
Why the fuck wasnt there a lin manuel maranda jumpscare warning. I couldve used one of those
but actually all the jokes in this episode were so on point. Like percy calling drachmas chuckie cheese tokens. And him arguing about voting on the bus. Anyways
10/10 episode i will be rewatching like eight times before next tuesday.
#Pjo#percy jackson#percy jackon and the olympians#Annabeth chase#the lightning thief#Grover underwood#percy jackson spoilers
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three men & a crib | đđđ
ŕ¨ŕ§ pairing: park sunghoon x fem!reader ŕ¨ŕ§ word count: 1.2k ŕ¨ŕ§ genre: fluff, comedy ŕ¨ŕ§ tags: established relationship, soontobedad!sunghoon, married!au, pregnant!reader. ŕ¨ŕ§ synopsis: Sunghoon is wasting time not building the furniture in the nursery, mainly the terrifyingly intricate crib his pregnant wife ordered. What else can he do besides call Jake and Jay to help him?
How did he end up in this situation? Sunghoon is staring down the cardboard box in his living room, armed with a handful of tools and an instruction manual that might as well have been written in an alien language.
âI can do it when I get home from the shower,â you told him two hours ago, pouting at the fact the crib still had yet to be constructed. The baby would be arriving in less than three months and there was still so much of the nursery that needed to be completed. The main piece being the place your child was meant to sleep.
Sunghoon shrugged off the idea. No way were you going to try building furniture when you should be focusing solely on relaxing. Your belly was too swollen at this point for Sunghoon to let you even carry in a heavy bag of groceries without assistance. What kind of husband would he be if he let you do manual labor in your condition?
âNo, baby,â he said, kissing your forehead with reassurance. âI promise to finish it. Just focus on having fun today and when you get home itâll all be done, youâll see.â
With a sigh and a kiss to his lips, you were off with your mother to your baby shower. Heeseungâs wife Yunjin organized the entire day for you, and Sunghoon wouldnât let something as simple as a piece of infant furniture get in the way of your good time.
But now, staring down the dismantled pieces of the crib, heâs starting to grow anxious at the thought of you coming home to his empty promises and utter disappointment. He reads over the first step of the instructions again, and the words practically bleed over and into each other on the page. Admittedly, Sunghoon was not well-versed in carpentry, but surely it shouldnât be this hard to understand.
Whatever he has to do to figure it out, he wonât let you down. And he wonât look like an incompetent father because of some measly, complex instructions.
So, he does the next best thing he can: he calls in backup.
Jake and Jay sit next to Sunghoon on the living room floor, looking over the parts of the crib that theyâve agreed go together first and have to be constructed in the proper order.Â
After forty-five minutes of assembly, the three men feel an acceptable amount of confidence they completed the crib.
Except for the fact thereâs a random piece of wood sticking out in the center of the crib itself.
âIâm telling you the directions said that that was supposed to go there,â Jay insists, skimming the manual.
Sunghoon groans. âTell me exactly Jay what the fuck that is supposed to do.â He emphasizes his argument by pointing directly at the block of wood in the middle of the crib.
âI donât know, man, to keep the baby from moving?â Jay retorts.
âOkay, letâs just start over,â Jake says to both men, tired of their bickering already.
Just when the men think theyâre getting somewhere, they read the next line of instructions and feel like idiots for putting this piece of wood with that screw.
âThis might as well have been written in ancient Egyptian, man. Why did she have to buy the most annoying crib in existence?â Jay grumbles and flips through the manual again.
âShe said it comes with a lot of safety features,â Sunghoon answers, taking apart the two pieces of wood that Jake put together initially. Sunghoon wishes he could go back in time and stop you from buying it in the first place. Of course he also wanted the best for your child, but did the damn bed need to come with so many bells and whistles for all of this hassle?
By the time Sunghoon dismantles the pieces and puts them back in an organized pile on the floor, Jake looks ready to give up and raid the fridge.
âWe could just find the model online and order it assembled,â Jake suggests. A yawn leaves his lips, already fatigued at the minimal effort he put in.
âAnd say what to my wife?â Sunghoon asks with a scoff. âThat I was too stupid to make it without help?â
Jay and Jake look at Sunghoon without a word, their stares saying enough.
âYou know what I mean, assholes.â Sunghoon looks at the instructions over Jayâs shoulder again and grunts. âWe are three strong and capable men. We can do this!â
Less than an hour later, Jake is on the manufacturerâs website. Thankfully, the model number was written in bold font on the front of the manual. And even better, crib assembly and one-day delivery is only an extra hundred dollars.
âIâll name the next kid after you, man.â Sunghoon pats Jake on the back as the older one puts his card information into the order.
âWhatever. Just donât expect me to not spill the beans if your wife asks me about this.â
Jay chuckles and helps Sunghoon put the pieces of the original crib back in the cardboard packaging.
Three hours later, two delivery guys come up the elevator with the crib to bring into Sunghoonâs apartment. It fits with the rest of the nursery, the color of the wood matching well with the decorations you had already put up for the babyâs arrival.
You walk into the apartment later in the day to find Sunghoon sitting at the couch waiting for you. You smile at him and immediately snuggle in close to his chest.
âHow was the shower?â Sunghoon kisses the crown of your head as his hand runs across the center of your stomach. His warmth immediately calms you after the long day of greeting family and friends.
âFun, but a lot. By the third hour I was over talking about breastfeeding.â
Sunghoon chuckles and kisses your cheek. Even now, after four years of marriage and a baby on the way, he still managed to make you feel like the same lovesick teenager you were when you first met. The feeling sank deep into your bones and made you even more sure that you picked the right person to spend forever with.
âThank you for putting the crib together,â you say. You squeeze the hand thatâs on your stomach with your own. âWe appreciate you so much.â
Sunghoon smiles earnestly and kisses you on the lips. âAnd I appreciate you. None of this would be possible without you, you know.â
You grin. âLikewise.â
When you wake in the middle of the night later on, waddling to the nursery and admiring the quality of the crib, you chuckle quietly to yourself.
Sunghoon was completely unaware of how cute he looked in the Ring camera helping the delivery guys bring in the assembled crib. He also had no idea that you had watched from the comfort of Heeseungâs couch as the gentlemen, with Jake and Jay in tow, all shuffled into the apartment hours ago with the second crib.
Maybe the biggest lesson of parenthood was that sometimes it was better to work smarter and not harder. And regardless, Sunghoon would do anything to make sure you and your child were happy. What more could you ask for?
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the devil i know
chapter five: so is it your place or mine?
(repost)
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pairing(s): crossroads demon!eddie munson x fem!reader
summary: Your abusive ex-boyfriend's car being blown up in front of your face does wonders for your inhibitions.
cw: explicit, smut, monsterfucking!!, forked tongue action, oral (f receiving), heavy petting, like one singular pussy spank, things get cut a little short :((, making a deal with a demon, inspired by american and european folklore, sacrilegious themes, horror, witch!reader, reader is 21+ in modern day, eddie is immortal, sex pact, marking, possessive behavior, animal death, trauma, reader is ostracized by her very religious hometown, dark comedy, dead dove: do not eat
please check masterlist and individual parts for content warnings before reading. this fic contains dark themes. your media consumption is your own responsibility.
ALL OF MY WORKS ARE 18+ MINORS DNI
The diner closes early. Turns out that a car exploding outside, followed by every kind of law enforcement and crisis management team imaginable swarming the premises is kind of bad for businessâ who knew?
Andy, apparently, somehow survived. You watch from the dining room of the building as his battered and torched body is loaded into the back of an ambulance. You hear something about third degree burns, how itâs going to be a miracle if he pulls throughâ you can only imagine what it would have been like to be standing so close to that explosion of heat. Hellfire.
You spend the few remaining hours of your shift giving statements, which only mildly cover the truth. âAndy was my ex. He was abusive. For about a year and a half. He liked to come here for coffee. I donât know anyone who would have tampered with his car. No, I donât know anything about cars. I have been working all day. He tried to cut my arm. No, he didnât succeed, I pushed him away. Eddie is the name of my high school sweetheart. We were a little bit crazy about each other, we decided to get each otherâs names branded onto our skin. He got his on his chest. No, I donât think thatâs strange for an eighteen year old to do, we were fucking idiots. I donât know where he is now. EddieââÂ
Munson.
ââMunson. Sure, I can make some coffee.â
Before you leave, you hear a few whispers about a free pie special on Friday, but you just hang up your apron and bounce before anyone can ask your opinion.
You come home to find a dog on your doorstep.
You see it there before you turn off the car and step out to get a closer look. It raises its head when it sees you, almost as if itâs been waiting here for you. Expecting you.Â
Itâs a big dogâ not as delicate as Lacey, as it feels like all things point back towards your grief these daysâ but itâs beautiful, regardless. It looks like a Rottweiler, with the most beautiful brown and black colors youâve ever seen.Â
âWhat are you doing here, baby?â You ask quietly when the dog bounds toward you, jumping up excitedly to scratch at your legs. It barks happily, looking so pleased that youâre home, like itâs known you for ages.Â
Still reeling from the events of the afternoon, your limbs are jerky and stiff with nerves. You crouch down to inspect its neck, reaching for its leather collar, ducking around its attempts to lick your face. Itâs fruitless; the dog is gonna kiss you no matter what, even if it has to climb over your shaky legs to do it.Â
Itâs comforting, even though youâre a little too frazzled to admit it.
Your heart plummets into your gut when your fingers latch onto the copper dog tag that hangs from the strap around its neck. The same triangular copper piece that youâd buried as an offering in the woods, a week ago.
âWhat the fuck,â you whisper. âNo, that canât beâ what the fuckââ
But it can be. You know it, like you know that Eddie had been talking to you today, even though none of it makes sense. Things stopped making sense when he showed up in that clearing and lit a cigarette with his thumb.
You turn the dog tag over, but thereâs no contact information. You get the feeling that this dog will never get lost, because it will always instinctively know how to find its way back to you.Â
Laceyâs name, your beautiful Dachshund that was taken from you too soon, has been completely erased and the beveled copper smoothed over. Now, the same chicken scratch that adorns your wrist has also been inscribed here.Â
Dante.Â
You give the Rottweiler a bemused side eye. âDante, huh? Whoever named you sounds like a fucking nerd.â
âI heard that.â
You raise your head to find Eddie standing in your doorway, looking as beautiful as ever. He glows around the edges, a suggestion of an aura about him that tells you his body isnât merely made of flesh and blood, but still, heâs a little more⌠human. His eyes arenât glowing like beforeâ rather, theyâre as dark as your apartment behind him, and they twinkle in the sunlight. Heâs shed his usual leather jacket, his arms bare for you to see his tattoos. Bats and spiders and a skeleton puppeteer, inked across his skin.Â
You hadnât seen them before. They hadnât been featured in that fucking dream , or you would have absolutely done something about it. Something involving a lot more tongue and less thought. He smiles wide and deadly and gorgeous, and you feel as though heâs completely aware of your line of thought.
âDante, you were supposed to bring her inside,â Eddie chastises the dog as he trots through your door, ânot stand out there giving her kisses. Thatâs my job. Chrissake.â
You step into the apartment after the dog, letting the door creak shut. The drive home had been brutal, to say the least. Your memories of the afternoonâs events are so whole and so fresh, as if theyâre still alive within you. Your mind returns to the images over and over again; the vision of the car going up in flames, the sharp press of Andyâs blade to your skin.Â
Everything within you aches. Magic courses through your veinsâ you feel it, simmering just below the surface like itâs going to bubble out of your skin. You might burst into flames. You might explode.
âIf it helps, I canât say I saw that coming,â Eddie begins, like heâs still hearing your thoughts. You have a good mind to ask him if heâs constantly hearing them, or if heâs just listening right now.He takes your keys gently from your hand and sets them on the counter, looking you over hesitantly. âAt least, not until he drove into the parking lot.â
âSo, that was you telling me what to do?â You ask, staring at his shoes. You swallow against an uncomfortably dry feeling in your mouth. âYou were talking to me?â
âYou called.â He chews on his lip, leaning back against the counter to face you.Â
You feel yourself nod. So, he felt everything. He heard everything you were thinking, all the fear and rage and anxiety. You didnât just make up his voice to calm your own mind.
âI can understand why. Fucking guyâ I can only imagine how hard it must have been for you, to deal with that for so long. Nothingâ no one should make you feel like that. Not while Iâm around.â
You lift your eyes. Eddieâs words seem to pound a nail directly into your beating heart; you feel yourself on the cusp of doing something stupid, something you might regret later. You watch his lips as they move, as you tell yourself, No. Donât do it.
âYou did so well, though,â Eddie reassures you after a moment. âYou were fucking amazing, baby, I was so proud. Burned the fuck out of him. Look at you, little witch.â
âWas thatââ You take a stuttering breath, searching for the words you want to say. âDid I do that? Did I⌠did I try to kill him? Did I blow up the car?â
âNo, I did.âÂ
You feel like the air has been sucked from your lungs. You give a few short breaths, as though youâre trying to hide from someone and donât want the sound of your breathing to give you away.
âI did,â Eddie repeats. âI know you told me not to kill anyone unless you asked, and Iâll be completely fucking honest, I figure it would be better to just finish him off. Maybeâ maybe Iâll have some fun torturing him for a lifetime, without killing him. There are a lot of ways to make someone suffer. But sweetheart...â He tuts and shakes his head slowly, âHe defaced my mark. He hurt you. There was no way I was gonna let him just walk away after that. Not after hurting my girl.â
Tears stick in your throat, but they arenât for Andy. You tried to curse him once, and youâd certainly try to do it again. Fuck him.
âEddie.â You look up into his face, and it holds a level of severity and anger that should scare you, but it doesnât. Tears pool on your waterline and threaten to spill over, urged by a wave of infatuation and gratitude toward him that you canât seem to put a cap on. Your logical brain is trying to beat your own animal impulses back with a stick, while the rabid beast in your chest bites it and tries to yank it away. Itâs frustrating how easily this demon can make you lose your morals.
âTrust me, heâs not going to get off easy,â Eddie continues, without even noticing the mushy look youâre giving him. âEven after he finally kicks it. Even if I make the rest of his fucking life miserable. Hell is eternal, and I have quite a few dogs who havenât been fed in a while. Theyâll be happy to rip apart Andyâs soul for lunch. Itâs only fitting, after what he did to yoursââ
âEddie.â Â
You take a running start at him. His eyes go wide and then crinkle at the edges with laughter when you slam directly into his chest, clawing at his shirt to drag him down to your height.Â
With one quick move you wrap your arms around his neck and press your lips to his.Â
Eddie grunts, his hands fumbling to catch you before you manage to topple the both of you. He reciprocates with frenzy, all clashing teeth and grabbing hands. His mouth is hot as sin and his tongue tastes like smoke and honey, although you werenât expecting anything else. Maybe you were expecting it to burn you alive, but it wouldnât matter to you either way.
He pulls back for breath, and chuckles. âDonât you wanna wine and dine me firstâ?â
âHush.â
Maybe itâs a bad idea. Maybe youâre just running on adrenaline and youâre not thinking clearlyâ the wires in your brain are misfiring, placing desire where it shouldnât be in order to make up for the grief you should be feeling instead.Â
Or⌠should you? Rather, you feel relieved. And youâd be remiss if you didnât show Eddie just how much you appreciate his effort.
You manage to land two kisses onto his jaw before he dips his head and catches your lips with his. Something tells you that youâre going to be addicted to him by the end of this. Eddieâs hands find your face and hold you still so that he can kiss you deeply, letting his tongue glide softly over yours in a way that sends chills through your body.
âDemanding little minx, arenât you?â His thumb traces the line of your throat, lingering there when you curl your fingers into the hair at the back of his neck.Â
âYou told me to tell you what I want. This is me telling you.â Wavy hair tangles in your grip, and you yank him closer by it.Â
You have to quickly reconsider the consequences of your actions, though, when Eddie picks you up and effectively throws you across the counter, toppling a bunch of random clutter onto the floor.Â
Eddieâs hand comes up to grab your jaw, holding your head where he wants it as he sucks hard, his teeth grazing your throat in a way that makes you dizzy. You whimper when his lips find a sensitive spot on the side of your neck, sending a shock wave through your body, throwing your legs around his hips to pull him in toward you. Following his lead, letting him bite you until youâre bruised, until the capillaries under your skin burst and spread in the shape of his lips.
âI think youâre an angel,â he whispers, as his hands slip up your skirt and his fingers brush the sensitive skin of your inner thighs. He sounds breathless as he kisses your jaw, just below your ear. âMy angel.â
Thereâs relief in Eddieâs kiss that soothes the rabid thing in your chest trying to figure out what direction to go in. His lips glide over yours soft and then hard, the ebb and flow of waves on the shore.Â
This is what you wanted. Contact. His tongue in your mouth, his hands on your body. Youâve been wanting to get your grubby hands on him ever since that fucking dream, and now that you do, youâre losing your mind.Â
His fingers press into the skin of your hips, tracing the waistline of your panties. A damp spot grows on the crotch of them, and on any normal day you would be embarrassed. Now you simply grind against the touch, beyond the point of refusing it.Â
You bite his bottom lip and suck on it, causing him to moan against you. In your haste, you miss the shudder that rolls down his spine, the way his eyes roll back in his skull a bit.
âIâ mmmkay,â Eddie groans deep within his chest when you palm him over his jeans, feeling out his erection against the denim. Big is all the confirmation your clouded mind gets before Eddie's hands circle your wrists and pin them over your head. His eyebrows shoot up sternly as he talks down his nose at you. âBehave.â
âYou donât want me to behave,â you point out, your breath hitching in your chest when he dips down to press a kiss just beside your mouth. You gasp, âYou want me to fuck you. Thatâs what this is, right? Thatâs⌠thatâs what I wantââ
âOh, sweetheart.â A fire ignites deep within his eyes. Itâs beautifulâ so close, you can see the embers burning there, flickering with the heat of his gaze. âTook you long enough.â
âBullshit. Took meâ mmâŚâ A soft noise of gratitude escapes you when his hand dips to stroke over the crotch of your panties, âthree days.âÂ
You canât help the way you cling to him, all but grinding down onto his hand for relief. He hisses through his teeth when his fingers press into the soaked cloth over your core.Â
âYeah, nâ it was too fuckinâ long. You poor thing, having to wait for me like this. Mâso sorryâŚâ
Eddie drops to his knees, kisses your knee once before dragging your panties down your thighs. Your hands are covetous, grabbing fistfuls of his hair and gripping onto his shoulder at the feeling of his lips on your skin. You shiver as he parts your legs, his face so close to your sex that he can smell you, sweet and earthy in the air.
He takes a long, deep inhale that makes your face burn, and he grins up at you. âMmm, actually⌠no, Iâm not.âÂ
âFuckââ you hiccup when he hooks your leg over his shoulder. His breath hits you before his tongue parts the swollen lips of your pussy, and the touch is blindingly sweet. âYouâreâ hhuhâ evil.â
He grunts, and takes to you with gentle licks that make your toes curl. Soft flicks and tender strokes that gradually become firmer, deeper. Warmth seeps into your limbs, spreads through your body like the sweetest poison on earth.Â
Your breath catches in your throat when the feeling changesâ his tongue seems too fucking long, reaching way too much of you all at once. And then thereâs a split, a feeling of two appendages separating and tracing around the bead of your clit, moving individually.Â
âHoooly shitâ wait wwwait, hang onâ fuck!â Â
Your breath is coming in hot, short pants that donât quite reach your lungs as you lurch against him. You peer down to meet his eyes and theyâre fucking smoldering, burnt orange and siena glowing as Eddieâs forked tongue flicks softly around your clit, easing up while you collect yourself.
You squirm against him, rolling your hips urgently toward his mouth even while you try to wrap your head around it. âI didnâtâ hnnngâ I didnât know you hadâ hadââÂ
âDemon,â Eddie hums. He raises his head to give you a sharp, fanged smile.Â
The sight makes you freeze, your eyes going wide. âThatâs really, reallyâŚâ
You trail off as his impossibly long, split tongue glides through your folds and teases at your hole. He fucks you slowly with it, eyeing you for your reaction.Â
You moan, âMmm, thatâs⌠so fucking hot, oh my god.â
Eddie chuckles and squeezes fistfuls of your ass, lifting your hips and kneading soft flesh beneath his fingers. His touch is indulgent and selfish, nails digging into your skin and tongue seeking you out deeply enough that it makes your cheeks burn.
A forked tongue. Thatâs a new one on you, even if it isnât quite so surprising. Youâd never considered that it might be an exciting prospect until you could feel it.Â
Your hands slip back through his hair, a soft moan escaping you. So many points of contact at once wreak havoc on your nerves. You canât think straight, and itâs becoming something of a problem because you feel way too close to your orgasm already.Â
But if you fall apart, whatâs the harm? Heâll be here to put you back together. Even if it means heâll just tear you apart again, he can spend eternity doing it. You think youâd let him.
Youâve never been one for the conventional. You like a little kink, a little sharpness and grittiness to go with your pleasure. And no one has gone down on you quite like thisâ all in, not submissive but simply servicing, like heâs reaching for a piece of your soul with it.Â
So, youâre not surprised when the feeling of his fangs scraping your pussy is what sends you hurtling into your orgasm. It's an instant relief to the roaring heat in your body, but it only sort of quells the flame.
He laps at you slowly until he pulls off, leaving you spent, thrown across your kitchen counter. Eddie chuckles while you continue to twitch through the aftershocks. âOh, you liked that, didnât you? Thatâs fucked up, baby.â
He sounds so fucking cheeky. You bonk him on the head with your palm while he snickers. âDonât act so goddamn proud.â
He smacks your pussy once, a sharp crack that makes you yelp. His fingers come back wet, and he licks them while your cunt throbs and stings. Still desperate for him.
Eddie pulls back to stand, and he watches you for a second, sucking on his teeth a bit. He looks contemplative, a little bit disarming once the fangs and forked tongue disappear.Â
He bends over you to kiss your forehead, and gives you an apologetic look. âI have to go.â
âYouâre fucking kidding.â Your cunt aches between your legs, pressing together to stave off the feeling. They just hit Eddieâs hips. âFuck, Eddie, I donât think I canâ donât leave me like this. Please.â
âIt wonât always be like this,â he murmurs soothingly. His eyes are dark now as they peer into yours, round and seemingly innocent. âBut I gotta. âDevilâs work is never finished,â and all.â
You scrunch up your expression, attempting to glare but only coming off cutely perturbed, from his perspective. âI hate you.â
âAww.â He sticks his tongue out at youâ itâs a normal, human tongue. You want to bite it. âYouâre so convincing at it. Iâll get you, my pretty. And your little dog, too.â
âMy⌠dog?â You blink as he pecks your lips and steps away from you, walking toward your bedroom door.
âDante,â Eddie tells you, looking around the room. The dog in question is nowhere to be found. âAh⌠technically heâs my best one. When he behaves. DANTE?â Â
Thereâs a bark from the direction of the bathroom, and a horrifying splash. Eddie motions at it, shrugging emphatically, as if to say whatâre you gonna do? âHeâs yours now. Heâs got orders to take good care of you.â
You stare incredulously after Eddie as he goes to disappear through your bedroom door. Before he does, he spins back around with a finger extended.Â
âHe likes wet food, by the way.â
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can I please request some headcannons as to what you think the Evans would be like when theyâre drunk? thank you!!! :)))
âđ â the evans⌠drunk .á
ft. tate langdon ⧠kit walker ⧠frat!kyle spencer ⧠jimmy darling ⧠james patrick march ⧠cult leader! kai anderson ⧠austin sommers ⧠peter maximoff ⧠colin zabel ⧠warren lipka
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tate would become a fucking menace. heâd pull pranks on the other ghosts, or just plain insult them. he finds endless amusement in being a little shit, glancing over at you to see if youâre laughing too.
heâd be glued to you, practically following you room-to-room like a newly adopted puppy, even if youâre just going to the bathroom. âwhereâre you going?â heâd stand right outside the door, waiting for you to come back, greeting you with a lazy, lovesick grin like he hasnât seen you in hours.
drunk tate would mutter a lotâsometimes to himself, sometimes to you. itâd be of random thoughts, little complaints, or dreamy, barely coherent things like, âcanât believe youâre realâŚâ his words would come out slurred and soft, but heâd have this intense focus on you, clearly wrapped up in his own head.
venting. a lot of venting.
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would do his best to keep himself together, reminding you both to âtake it easy,â but heâd totally stumble over his own plans. kit would try holding his drink steady, only to spill half of it, laughing it off with an, âah, whoops!â as if it was the funniest thing ever.
his sense of humor would skyrocket, and heâd be doubled over laughing at the simplest things. someone makes a lame pun? heâs cracking up. you give him a look? pure comedy gold.
his slurred boston accent would get thicker, making everything he says sound even more sexier.
would also get extra honest and sappy, letting his emotions spill out in the most genuine way. heâd look at you with teary eyes and tell you how much he appreciates you, going on about how grateful he is to have found you.
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kyle wouldnât get blackout drunk, heâd getting just tipsy enough to be completely adorable. his cheeks would be flushed a rosy pink, and heâd have that big, goofy grin on his face.
would start singing along to whatever song is playing.
even with a few drinks in him, kyleâs the one guy who would still keep an eye out for anyone who needs help. if he saw a random girl looking unsteady, heâd guide her to a safe spot, and if she had to throw up in the bathroom, heâd stay with them, holding her hair. then heâd call her friends to get her.
if any one of his frat brothers try and mess with you heâd literally fistfight them.
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drunk jimmy would be all over you, getting incredibly touchy, pulling you into his lap whenever he gets his hands on you. heâd slur sweet, filthy things out loud â itâs embarrassing as hell but kinda hot.
would keep drinking even after you told him to stop. ânah, babe,âm fineâjusâ one more i swear.â of course, this would end with him either passing out or vomiting.
if anyone so much as looked at you the wrong way, drunk jimmy would be ready to kick some serious ass. âwhatâre you starinâ at, huh? you think you can just look at her like that?!â youâd have to hold him back before he got into full florida man mode.
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i think james would have crazy good alcohol tolerance.
he would be uncharacteristically handsy. insisting you to sit on his lap, arm winding possessively around your waist. heâd hold you close, running his fingers up and down your arm or resting his hand at the small of your back.
âyouâre such a vision, my dear,â in that slurred, (fake) brahms accent.
james, in his drunken fascination, would suddenly become enchanted by the smallest, strangest details in the room. heâd point out the ornate carvings on the furniture or the imperfections in a painting, waxing poetic about how they contribute to the roomâs âsoul.â âjust look at that crack in the wood,â heâd remark, âis it not beautifully flawed, just like us?â (heâs a dangerous tainted & flawed man ykwim)
handing you his cigar, heâd watch you intently, clearly enamored with the idea of you lighting it for him. heâd guide your hand, fingers lingering over yours, taking pleasure in the ritual. âsteady now, darling,â heâd drawl, a pleased smirk on his face as he watches the flame catch.
would become even more extravagant with his compliments. heâd shower you with praise, admiring everything from the way you smile to the way you hold yourself. âmy dearest, you bring such grace to this place,â heâd say, gazing at you with genuine adoration. âi am, as ever, your humble servant.â
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kai would do his absolute best to act stone-cold sober, even after chugging straight vodka or something hardcore. heâd stand up straighter, make eye contact, and talk in his usual serious tone, almost daring you to suggest he might be tipsy. if he starts slurring? heâd blame it on something like tiredness to keep his ego intact.
thousand yard stare.
would get worked up over small things, flipping into-rants about whateverâs on his mind, each one more dramatic than the previous. topics vary on politics, the state of society, or how heâs totally not drunk.
when tipsy, kai would be a touch more lenient. allowing you to sit on his lap, play with his hair, maybe even cracking a slight smile at your jokes.
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austin would absolutely start singing instead of speaking after getting a bit smashed. belting out tunes or turning every sentence into a musical number, âwhoâs ready for a refiiiillll~?â
every drink would require a toast, and theyâd progressively get more absurd and inappropriate. âto art, sex, and whatever the fuck this cocktail is supposed to be!â
would be shamelessly flirty with everyone, but his attention would always come back to you.
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his hyper ass would be bouncing off the fucking wall.
would steal peopleâs drinks mid-sip or rearranging furniture in the room for no reason.
âbet i can chug this entire keg and still run a lap around the earth. wanna see?â
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colinâs drunk vocabulary would be filled with âermâ and âerrr,â with every other sentence stumbling out in a mess of slurred words. âerrr⌠what iâwhat i meant was⌠wait, i had it. it was, uh⌠gone now, but it was good, i promise.
if anyone tried to bother you or made a lewd comment, colin would get hella territorial in his tipsy state. âhey, buddy, why donâcha back off the milady, alright? sheâsâsheâs with me.â
would insist on carrying your coat, guarding your drink, or even offering to dance with you.
all in all, a total sweetheart.
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warren would be that guy at the party, jumping off rooftops into pools or climbing on furniture while shouting, âheyyy watch this!â heâd have no fear and thrive on being the centre of attention.
if body shots were happening, you could bet warren would be in the thick of it, grinning ear to ear.
would totally dominate beer pong.
his version of dancing would involve spinning you around wildly or grinding against you to whatever beat was playing.
sex in the bathroom or smoking dope. or both.
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Dustin, I'm telling you, it's always after Labor Day!
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spooky indie visual novels you've never heard of for spooky season
since it's October I thought I'd put together a list of spooky indie visual novels (horror, Halloween, creepy, dark comedy, anything in the spirit of the season goes) that you've probably never heard of but can play right now on itchio!
model employee
Model Employee is a corporate horror visual novel. Just discharged from the hospital and massively in debt for their life-saving cybernetics, the player-character must adapt to the âextremeâ work-life balance of a Tethys Team Member- but they have help. Penny, the artificial personality that controls all security, waste disposal, and employee surveillance in the facility, specializes in reinforcing an especially cutthroat variety  of workplace culture- and sheâs taken an interest in you. If you want to get ahead in your career, you gotta be willing to take some risks.
model employee is such a tightly structured visual novel for being made in just one month for a game jam, making full use of everything while surprising you at every corner. every part of this game was so well planned and thought out- dystopian corporate satire isnât my cup of tea (weâre living it) but the way they present everything in this game makes it feel so much more intense.
beary the hatchet
Itâs Halloween 199X, and you killed someone during your morning shift. Honestly itâs inconvenient. This job was imperfect, sure, but you got to wear a mask with no questions asked and the pay was livable. But now youâll have to keep the body in the backrooms till your shift is done. Bummer. âYouâre⌠the absolutely WICKED and AWESOME Bearwater Grizzly Killer, arenât you?!â âŚand now enters the dreaded true crime fan.
beary the hatchet is such a uniquely lovely game to look at, even if the subject matter is grim. I love the color palette and tones in this, I love the 2.5D graphics, I love how expressive all of the designs are. itâs a game oozing with style.
WE KNOW THE DEVIL
Anyone can kill the devil; thatâs why they always make teens the vampire slayers, the magical girls. But some kids canât even get that right; and thatâs why meangirl Neptune, tomboy Jupiter, and shy shy Venus have to endure one more week of summer camp and each other, singing boring songs about jesus, doing busywork for adults, and hoping godâs radio canât hear them. Before they can leave the summer scouts, theyâve got to spend twelve hours in the loneliest cabin in the woods and wait for the devil to come and live through the nightâor not. You know.
itâs a visceral experience, something that feels foreign and familiar at the same time. I love the direction for it, the sketchy monochrome sprites against the colored photos- parts when there arenât any characters on screen feel that much more real, like youâre watching found footage because of how tense everything is.
disconnect
Late at night, a phone call from a friend keeps disconnecting from you⌠On and off, on and off, constantly⌠âŚWhat would you do if you realized your friend wasnât who you thought they were? And how would you react when the truth was finally revealed? (â̡̢ĚW̸̨Ěo̸̍Íu̡̹Íḽ̸ÍdĚ´ÍĚ ĚľĚÍ
yĚľĚĚ˝o̸̼ÍuĚˇĚŽĚ ĚˇĚĚs̜̤Ět̸̼ÍiĚ´ĚťĚl̸̰Íl̸ÍĚ ĚˇÍĚČ̸̊c̸̥ĚtĚľĚĚ ĚľÍĚtĚśĚĚȟ̜ÍeĚ¸ĚŠÍ Ě¸ĚŠĚ
sĚśĚĚa̡̪Ím̾̎ÍeĚ´ÍÍ Ě¸ĚĚw̡̨ĚĂĄĚ´Ěąy̯̾Ě?ĚśÍĚ"̡ÍĚ) Find out what happened to our scaredy-cat protagonist, Indieďźa famous horror storyteller on the H-T-M (Horror, Tales, and Mystery) forum. What would she do when she unintentionally uncovered a mystery hidden deep within her own home?
I love the style of disconnect and the unorthodox way of getting to the truth of the matter. Iâm not normally one to play furry VNs, but the designs are adorable and I love the presentation of the game, it has a lot of animation in it. thereâs also one moment not too far in on this screen that made me screamâŚ
curse of the juniper tree
Curse of the Juniper tree is a tale of two siblings, a cursed tree and an isolated village. It is a short kinetic visual novel featuring 2d exploration. Walk around the snowy village and talk to its inhabitants! Story is loosely based off the fairytale called The Juniper Tree by the Brothers Grimm in Grimmâs Fairy Tales in 1812.
this is a lovely and short story about two siblings living in a frozen land together. itâs a very atmospheric story with so many beautiful blues and detailed character designs. the controls were a bit hard to figure out at times but itâs worth your time.
reaplaced
Grea Perrim is a reaper of souls, and itâs her duty to bring the deceased to the other side. But in the world of reapers, death isnât any kind of equalizer. The value of a soul is directly tied to the peculiarity of its death. Greaâs supernatural senses bring her to a Halloween house party with three costumed guests. She soon finds the most valuable kind of soul: the victim of a locked-room murder. In order to reap the soul, Grea must unravel the identity of its killer and explain its death in full. Is this the work of a human? A witch? Or something else entirelyâŚ?
reaplaced is a fun little whodunnit set on Halloween about a grim reaper out on the hunt who finds herself in the middle of a murder mystery. itâs much more indepth than I was expecting and the soundtrack is wonderfulâthereâs a lot of small touches to it that make it great.
Silver Thread
An exorcist that doubts the existence of ghost might sound contradictory but to Alicia Wilkershire, this is the right way to get closer to the truth. Her latest job sounded like another run-of-the-mill case and she greeted her client with her usual pessimism but is it, really?
Silver Thread is a spooky and short RPGM game about a skeptical exorcist trying to help a guy with his problems. the style is lovely and if you also like this kind of style, the developer has several other RPGM games like this!
Elevator Hitch
Elevator Hitchis a short 2.5D surreal horror/escape room visual novel with point-and-click and puzzle elements following the story of two co-workers suddenly finding themselves stuck together in a "Perfectly Normal" 70s office elevator. They must explore each liminal-looking floor and find a way to get off the elevator to their actual destinations.
like a few others on this list, Elevator Hitch was made in just a month for the Spooktober Visual Novel Jam and was my favorite game from the year it came out (2022). it's more of an adventure style game than pure visual novel, so expect puzzles and a lot of bad ends! this developer also has a lot of other similar style adventure visual novels.
The Case of the Serialized Killer
When a popular illustrator is found dead, disgraced demonologist Harold Ludicael is hired to summon her ghost. Ghosts are the one thing he can't summon, but with sharp insight, perhaps he can solve the mystery, and resurrect the most important thing: His career.
this visual novel is an absolute feast on the eyes as all of the art is done by traditionally painted watercolor artworks! the characters are all unique and the world feels very lived in. if you like murder mysteries then check it out.
Stillwater
"đđđđđđ đ¤đĽđŁđđđđ đĽđđđđđ¤ đđ đđ đđĽ đ đĄđŁđđđâŚ" A woman arrives with a mysterious letter in hand addressed to her grandfather. Etched in crimson is a foreboding message, a warningâa promise made from a time forgotten. Private Investigator Hugo Laurent and his assistants must solve this bizarre case before an old family's curse befalls them all.
Stillwater is a lovely looking game - I love everything about the art direction for it. it's not overly scary but very atmospheric with several endings to find.
Who is the Red Queen?
Alice falls down the rabbit hole into a Wonderland not quite right. Meeting an eclectic collection of people, animals, and some things in between, she sets out on an adventure in this odd new place to find the missing Red Queen. Or, more specifically, to find the pieces of the dismembered queen whose body has been strewn across the land.
a familiar but new take on Alice in Wonderland, now with a lot more yuri. like a lot of the VNs I've recommended, this was originally made in just 1 month. this one in particular has a lot of dead ends, mention of gore & dismemberment, and other content warnings.
okay now that you've made it this far I'm going to promote my gay horror / Halloween visual novels
Asphodelium
Hazel is an ex-adventurer who's settled down with some of his previous guildmates after the adventure of a lifetimeâtaking down a doomsday cult that tried to end the world, but at the cost of killing their former guild leader who turned against them. Despite their adventure still haunting him months later, he's tried to move on. âThat is until a man with the same face as their guild leader approaches him. This is a story about cults and killing and killing cults. And being in love.
Asphodelium is a melancholic dark boys love visual novel that I made solo in about 3 months. it's entirely in NVL mode (I love you NVL) and around 3 hours long and my personal favorite game I've made so far.
Dahlia
a vampire has snuck into your room while you were sleeping. the only question is - are you next on her menu? Dahlia is a very short sapphic visual novel made in under 36 hours for the Velox Formido game jam, a jam for shortform visual novels. survive being trapped with a lovely little vampire, or don't.
also NVL mode because I love NVL mode. this is a short and sweet vampire visual novel I made solo in a weekend for a game jam that has several different endings.
Witch You Want
With a rather sparkly magical paper, you find a job listing for a local witch needing an assistant with making potions before the town festival that weekend. You sign up, unsure exactly what to expect...... A pompous and questionably excellent witch runs a local apothecary in town but finds that if she wants to make enough potions before the festival that weekend to sell (and keep her ongoing potion shop afloat) she'll need some assistance. After a dubious help wanted ad, she gains you as an assistant. Will the two of you see through to the festival? Will you be able to make a single potion? Will this girlfailure capture your heart?!
this is my latest visual novel that released just a few days ago! I directed & programmed this short cutesy game for a game jam at our studio. it's pretty fluffy romcom with a potion minigame in it. please help our girlfailure make potions, she needs all the help she can get.
#visual novel#visual novels#indie games#game recs#game recommendations#visual novel game#my recommendations#most of these are spooktober entries#I tried to only include finished or basically finished games#so no demos#and not every entry is straight up horror#some are more just about Halloween and some are partially comedic#there's a wide range here I think!
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donât be a stranger â han jisung.
trope. friends to lovers. college au. u live in the same apartment floor. fluff. part 2 to meet odd.
synopsis. you really need to stop meeting han jisung under odd circumstances or alternatively, i accidentally locked myself out of my apartment and youâre offering that i sleep at yours for the night?
word count. 4.3k words
warnings. mentions of that sex-addict neighbor from the first part, mentions of killing bees, and i think nothing after that except for a few curse words
note. this can definitely stand alone but for it to make more sense, read the first fic here! iâve finally decided to write a part 2 after popular demand, i hope this was ok!
A lot has changed since that night at the rundown convenience store with Han Jisung.
For one, your shared neighbor had moved out after the person living in front of her finally had enough of her. Guess they had more courage to confront the problem than you and Jisung combined.
This meant that the solace of your dorm was finally yours again, and you couldnât be happier for the return of silence and comfort. Since then, youâve officially said goodbye to Seungminâs couch and your noise canceling headphones.
And Jisung.
With no reason to leave your dorm at ungodly hours in the morning anymore, the chances of seeing each other grew significantly low until you were back to small âhiâs and âhelloâs.
Sadly, letting go of that neighbor had apparently been a package deal with lesser opportunities to talk to Jisung too.
You hate to admit your disappointment in your lack of interaction after that night. While only a month has gone by, thatâs still 30 whole days without that shift in your interaction that you thought youâd bear witness to. That night youâd spent with him was a moment you enjoyed and cherished, and you wouldâve hoped he felt the same way.
Similarly, Jisungâs been dejected at the lack of you in his life. He bares no shame in admitting that he had, not once, not even twice, but tried multiple times to gather enough courage to knock at your door just to ask you how youâve been and if youâd like to hangout with him again â sometimes with a tub of ice cream, sometimes with a cup of coffee he had made for you prior.
Like today.
Han Jisung finds his fist ghosting over your door, hot cup of coffee in hand. Knock, just knock on their door, itâs not that hard. Why is it so hard for him?
He stands there for 2 minutes, studying every fragment of wood on your door.
In that time, he overthinks his actions â do you even drink coffee? Maybe the cup he had prepared wasnât your preference? He shouldâve just gotten the same brand of ice cream you shared that night. Did you want to talk to him again?
Cursing to himself, he trashes the cup yet again after having fallen prisoner to his social awkwardness.
Han Jisung has always had trouble making any type of first move. Truthfully, he was only ever able to gather enough courage to ask you out on that walk because the glint in your eyes was so bright after having laughed with him over your shared situation.
And maybe because he was a little sleep-deprived and you looked really pretty sitting next to him, and you were talking to him like youâve known each other forever.
Something so humanizing tends to bring people together in weird ways, and thatâs what had happened that night.
Now, however, with no reason to spend time with you, Jisung has trouble wondering if you had the same eagerness to talk to him again.
Do male leads in romantic comedies also have a hard time talking like he does? He supposes he could always ask Changbin even if heâd be teased and laughed at in good spirit.
Han Jisung would brave through it if it meant getting useful advice to speak to you again.
For now, with the trashed coffee cup, he retreats back to his own room.
Perhaps he could try again tomorrow.
Jisung recognizes your voice just as the elevator doors open.
He had just gotten back to your apartment after another late night session at the gym with Changbin and Chan â it was their only shared time together, so workouts were always scheduled at night.
With a gym bag slung over his shoulder, heâs about to turn the corner to where your rooms are when he hears you.
Your voice has always been recognizable to him, but this time something else was laced with the way youâre speaking. It isnât hard to place it as stress, which makes the boy peek in curiosity and concern.
âSeungmin, pick up. Seungmin, pick up. Seungmin! Thank god. Are you at your dorm right now?â
Thereâs muffled sounds at the end of the line, but your stress seems to grow more and more as the conversation continues. Itâs evident in the way your grip tightens around your phone, and youâre pacing back and forth hurriedly, and the way your hand repeatedly moves to run through your hair.
Turns out, Seungmin isnât at his dorm. Heâs gone home for the long weekend, but he tells you Jeongin might be there.
Heâll have to get back to you on that in a couple hours though because Jeongin has a night lecture, and Seungmin can only contact him after that.
Maybe you could kill a few hours in the main lobby â it wasnât like you were new to that.
Hanging up, you jump back when you see Jisung standing at the end of the hallway, waving shyly at you and bowing in apology.
âSorry, I mustâve looked like a creep just standing there. I didnât wanna disrupt the conversation by passing by⌠I swear, Iâm not a creep.â
With a boyish smile, he continues. âI purposefully didnât pass by because it felt serious. Just in case I ruin the mood by passing by.â
You laugh. âNo, itâs okay. You just scared me. How have you been, Jisung?â
Jisung.
He wants you to call him Hannie again.
Still, despite the downgrade in nicknames, he thanks Whomever is Above for the opportunity to talk to you again, even if it was just for a few minutes outside your apartment room.
âIâm great! Just got back from the gym.â He gestures at his bag abashedly, biting down at his lips to control his overenthusiastic tone when talking to you before looking back at you. âThough, I should really ask how you are. You sounded pretty stressed just now.â
âAh, I was being silly and accidentally locked myself out of my apartment. And I canât get the spare key from the landlord until tomorrow at earliest. And Seungmin isnât at his apartment right now, so itâs a whole disaster.â
Itâs easy to talk to Jisung about your problems. You feel the same sentiment that nothing ever sounds crazy to Jisung, and it certainly helps that youâve been through hell and back together trying to survive your previously shared neighbor.
Being locked out of your apartment was basically nothing in comparison to sharing ice cream at the main lobby because your neighbor enjoys having really loud sex.
On the other hand, Jisung has his own conflict in his head.
Heâs going over whether it was appropriate or not to invite you over. He could feel his heart pounding straight out of his chest, similar to how it feels when his knuckles are ghosting over your door in attempt of a knock.
âWell⌠if you really had no other option. You know, my apartmentâs just there. And open⌠for you to stay at, if you want. If you really had no other option, since itâll be more convenient to you. Iâm sorry, is this weird? Iâm sorry, forget I said anything.â
Han Jisung is stuttering over his words as he speaks to you, but you think you get the gist of what heâs trying to offer. âNo, itâs okay! I wouldnât wanna make you feel uncomfortable since itâs your space.â
You think heâs feeling pressured to offer since you had shared your problem with him, but you donât know heâs more than willing to help you out. While Jisung prefers his solitude, he thinks a change of pace for the night wouldnât hurt.
âI wouldnât be uncomfortable at all. Actually, maybe YOU would feel uncomfortable, but if you arenât then itâs really fine!â Then, itâs that boyish smile again and the shy scratching of the nape of his neck and the gentle rock back and forth.
âAre you sure?â
âYes! Positive!â
He ushers you towards his door, repeatedly telling you that it was no problem for him. And just when heâs about to let you in, he falters.
âOh⌠actually.â Jisung remains standing in front of his door, unmoving, hand with his keys hovering over the doorknob. âCan you give me a minute?â
âUh, sure!â You smile at him sweetly, and then he pushes his key into the keyhole, angling the door just enough so you canât see anything before slipping into his room.
And then a string of curses follows, and a few stumbling?
His footsteps are loud as he rushes around his room, picking up every piece of clothing and dunking them into his laundry bin. His heart drops to his stomach when he catches his boxers lying on the ground, thankful he had come to his senses before letting you come in blindly.
Close one.
With the wrappers of food thrown out and his dirty clothes back in the hamper, Jisung feels more comfortable letting you in. Reopening the door again, he peeks out to check if youâre still there. âHi.â
âHi.â You tilt your head, smiling at the sheer cuteness of Han Jisung and his poked out head from the door and the small âhiâ he had addressed to you paired with the cutest smile that accentuates his round cheeks.
âIt might be a little messy right now, I hope you donât mind.â He pouts, opening the door enough to let you in, hands behind his back as he scans your reaction nervously.
His apartment space wasnât any different than yours, probably the same size, but the way he had decorated his living space was so potently Han Jisung â like a room captured directly from his image. Itâs not the neatest, but by all means, it wasnât messy at all. It was a little chaotic in the way itâs decorated, and thereâs a whole mini studio setup in the corner of his room, but it all felt like he had taken a piece of his home and brought it with him in this apartment.
Whatâs even more adorable is the obviousness of the rushed cleaning that had happened minutes prior. You can see some random things poorly hidden around the house, but youâre too busy feeling flustered to think about it much.
âOh, it looks so home-y. It feels very you.â
A familiar heat climbs onto Jisungâs features at the compliment that slips out of your mouth so easily, and he suddenly feels more proud of his decorating.
He hadnât always been the most confident in his living space, only inviting his closest friends over because his place was always deemed the most messy of them all possibly due to his chaotic decorating (and because he liked to keep his things lying around where itâs easier to access â to his downfall as he always forgets where he had put his things later on).
But, the small genuine compliment from you had lifted his worries and now he feels he should invite his friends more often.
âDo you want some water? Iâll get you a glass.â As he navigates through the kitchen, you politely settle yourself on his couch and continue to look around at the artwork littering his walls. Itâs signed âHwang Hyunjinâ at the bottom, and theyâre absolutely beautiful.
Sounds familiar, you think.
âWhat did you eat for dinner?â
You snap out of your reverie at his question.
âActually⌠I havenât eaten dinner yet.â
âWhat?â He rushes over to you with the glass of water, looking at you with wide eyes. All you can do is smile at him sheepishly. âYou havenât eaten yet? Why? Were you busy today?â
âI was probably just gonna eat some instant ramen when I arrived.â
Although he does the same, he canât help but scold you. âEat your meals well, you have to eat a lot. Come on, Iâll order us some food.â
âDo you have any recommendations?â You scoot closer to where heâs seated, peeking at his phone as he scrolls through food applications to order for you.
âHmm.. if you mix seaweed soup in rice and have it with radish kimchi, itâll fill you up well.â He thinks with a lot of consideration, running over all the options that could replenish your hunger, and ultimately deciding on what heâs been loving lately.
âLetâs have that then.â
You nod your head, and move to return the empty glass of water in his kitchen. Jisung instantly misses your warmth from when you were inches beside him on the couch.
Youâre driving him insane.
You drive him a little more insane when you donât return from the kitchen right away. He makes his way to where youâre standing, but it seems that youâre staring at nothing in particular. With the empty glass on the counter, Jisung doesnât understand why youâre just staring at the wall in horror.
â(Name)? Whatâs wrong?â
Your head snaps to the direction of Jisungâs voice. Heâs looking at you with curiosity, and you can feel the heat radiating from your face. âI just realized I donât have any clothes with me.â
âOh! Donât worry. You can just wear some of mine.â
Fuck, you feel so embarrassed, but Jisung is making it seem like itâs nothing â like heâs doing you a simple favor, and not the complexity entangled in staying at his for the night. Comfort is unknowingly wrapped around you in everything that Han Jisung does.
âOkay, I laid out some clothes in the bathroom. Just there.â He points at a door before directing his eyes back at you. âYou can go take a shower if youâd like, while we wait for the food.â
You nod, thanking him again, but he simply brushes you off with that bright smile. He even hands you an extra toothbrush from his cabinets.
Jisung doesnât know how he acted so nonchalant while lending you his clothes, because right now, as you emerge from the bathroom with a towel in hand, drying your hair, he feels like heâs about to explode at the sight of you in his clothes.
He knows his face is fully red right now. Thereâs no way to fight in, not when his shirt and sweatpants were practically swallowing you whole. He feels something akin to when you had messily eaten your ice cream on the walk back home from the convenience store, and he finds himself mumbling to himself. âCute.â
âHow do I look?â You laugh, flailing your limbs around to show the excess of material moving past your feet, and how his sleeves are down to your elbows. Before he has the chance to stutter over his own words in an attempt of a compliment, his phone begins to buzz.
âMust be the food.â He says, and you move to help him grab the takeout containers from outside. Settling them on the table, you move to grab your wallet from your bag.
Jisung blames it on his exhaustion from the gym, but a schoolboy giggle escapes him before he can hold it back the moment he spots the keychain he had won you a month ago still attached to your wallet.
âDonât worry. Iâve already paid.â He moves to shove your wallet back down from your bag, and he feels himself physically malfunction when you pout up at him. âThatâs not fair. Next time, Iâm paying, okay?â
Next time.
Han Jisung cannot count the number of times you have made his heart do a backflip.
Over dinner, you talk about a multitude of topics â never running out of things to say. You realize itâs always been like this with him. You always have a lot to talk about, and you donât feel scared or nervous to talk about anything.
Similarly, Jisungâs feeling giddy at how he feels he can tell you anything, so he does. He likes the laughter and giggles he elicits from you everytime he tells you a funny story. He also likes your efforts to pitch in with your own stories, feeling lucky youâre entrusting him with pieces of your life like that.
âActually, in 6th grade, I was kind of a bully. I was kind of mean⌠but I was only mean because there was this girl who was SUPER mean to Seungmin so I had to get back at her.â
âHmm?â He pushes you to continue your story, looking at you attentively as he chews on his food, following along your every word.
âSo what I would do is, Iâd step on bees right. Iâm so sorry to the bees, I was young and naive. But, I stepped on them and Iâd pick them up and put them in a plastic bag, right?â You smile mischievously, recounting the story in your head.
âDonât tell me.â Jisung dramatically gasps, pointing a chopstick at you.
âOh, but I did. I put the plastic bag in her locker! Yeah, I was kind of a psycho.â
He laughs, the wholehearted, head thrown back, thigh slapping kind of laugh as he looks at you in disbelief. But your story warms him â to know that even when you were still so young, you had already gone through extreme lengths to protect the people close to you.
In exchange for your story, he tells his own too. He recounts a story of when he had eaten spicy yuptteok without realizing it.
âI learned about the spiciness of life that day. Now, Iâm scared of spicy food.â
He allows himself a quick glance at you from time to time whenever the familiar sound of a throaty laughter is bubbling from you, just before he finishes his story. Nothing feels more accomplishing than your genuine reactions and opinions to his stories.
You listen to him. You listen to every single word without fail.
You still listen an hour later while youâre seated on the couch, exchanging stories with each other.
Though, itâs interrupted for a moment when your phone begins to ring, and Seungminâs face pops up on the screen. He must have an update on Jeongin already as it had been hours past the last time you had ringed him.
Swiping the call button, you answer with the intent to tell him that your living situation for the night has been solved.
âJeonginâs at the dorm now, if youâre not already sleeping outside your apartment door.â Seungmin is so unserious in the way he says this so nonchalantly, like he has no remorse if you were out on the streets.
You know better though.
âItâs alright. Iâve sorted it out! Thanks again Seungmo.â
âOh? Where are you staying? Is it safe?â His concern peeks out just a little bit at your words, and he proceeds to tell you it really isnât a problem if you crashed at their dorms again. Besides, you could sleep on his bed this time, instead of that couch you hate so much.
Seungmin makes another mental note to replace his couch the next time you lock yourself out of your apartment.
âItâs safe, so donât worry.â
âIâm not worrying.â
âSure you arenât.â You giggle.
Then, he hangs up.
You wonder what Seungmin would say if he found out you were at Jisungâs â not that you could ever willingly admit that out loud without stuttering and blushing an intense amount. Heâd definitely say something stupid, so youâre almost thankful he doesnât push at the topic of where youâre staying too much.
You value that he trusts you.
The rest of the night, you and Jisung stay on the couch, unmoving from your positions. Sometimes, youâd chat about stupid things, sometimes youâd scroll through Youtube videos on his laptop â pranks gone wrong, puppies, banned commercials, random videos from years ago.
Heâs convinced he could talk all night just to make you keep laughing, and everytime you do laugh, heâs hit with just how beautiful you are, and he feels his heart explode every single time. He can certainly get used to that sound.
It feels so easy with you. Talking, laughing, everything feels so easy with you to the point where itâs scary. What was going to happen after tonight? Would you go back to merely acknowledging each other in the hallways? Would it take another odd circumstance to cross your paths again? Would you stop directing your laughter to his stories? Would all of that have to disappear again?
âJisung? You okay there?â He blinks out of his own thoughts, looking at you intently before realizing the video you had been viewing had long ended and he was simply staring at a blank screen.
âJust thinking about those poor bees.â He lies straight through his teeth.
âYou are so mean.â You hit him playfully, and he grabs your elbow before you can hit him again, laughing down at you. His breath hitches at the sudden close proximity, and heâs letting out nervous coughs while extracting his hand back to himself.
And then you yawn, and Han Jisung feels himself melt into a puddle.
âWe should probably head to bed. Take my bed, Iâll sleep on the couch.â He helps you up from the couch, ghosting his arm on the small of your back in case you stumble in your sleepiness.
âItâs your apartment, I canât kick you out of your bed like that.â You shake your head, planting your feet on the ground so he canât move you.
âItâs really fine.â
âYouâre not changing my mind, Han Jisung. Plus, you couldnât possibly fit comfortably on this tiny couch. Iâd fit right in.â
He sighs in defeat, mumbling a âfineâ which makes you grin.
âLet me get you some pillows and a blanket.â
The moment feels strangely intimate as he carefully places some of his pillows and a warm comforter on the couch to make sure youâre comfortable for the night. His eyes are slightly droopy from the exhaustion, but heâs determined in his task.
Han Jisung has definitely taken firm root in your heart, and you hope he stays around in your life forever.
âDo you need anything else?â He had taken it upon himself to tuck you in, and he feels the same suffocating feeling on his chest when you smile up at him in thanks, accompanied by a shake of your head.
He thinks he has a good idea what this feeling is.
âOkay. Goodnight.â Your heart just about melts in your chest at his words. Youâve never heard him speak so softly before with his eyes a little hooded and a gentle smile on his face, with his heart on his sleeve like that for you.
âGoodnight, Hannie.â
Jisung turns off the lights and almost falls when retreating to his own room at the mention of your old nickname for him. Itâs a shame you canât see the lovesick smile he has on his face while regaining his balance.
You donât recognize where you are at first when you wake up.
When the sunlight hits your face enough to pull your eyelids open, youâre thinking â this definitely doesn;t look like my room.
Stirring slightly, a yawn leaves your lips as you sit up to try and process everything that had transpired the night before. When you remember Jisung and his gentle smile and his crinkled eyes, you almost fall off the couch.
âGood morning!â Your eyes meet his cheery ones, drinking in the details of his features; messy hair that suggests heâs also just gotten out of bed, slightly puffy eyes, clothes from the night prior.
âGood morning.â You peel yourself off of the comforter, walking with him to the kitchen to drink a glass of water.
âHow was your sleep last night? Hopefully itâs better than sleeping on your friendâs couch?â
He remembers, and something about that has you biting back a goofy smile this early in the morning.
âIt was great. Thanks again for letting me sleep here for the night.â He simply nods his head, eyes still trained on you.
Han Jisung is acting a little strange this morning. While heâs normally this bright and active, it feels like itâs being amplified. He keeps looking at you, in every little thing that you do, and then he looks away when you try to catch his gaze. It feels like he wants to say something, even until youâre bidding him goodbye and thanking him again.
âIâll return your clothes once I get it in the laundry.â You smile, and he nods his head, but heâs still tapping his foot on the ground excessively fast, bouncing on his feet and walking with you to accompany you outside.
âWe seriously have to stop meeting under these weird circumstances.â
Laughing to try and cover up the fact that he can barely pay attention to what youâre saying, he opens the door for you. But can he really allow you to slip through his fingers again?
âMaybe we can meet again soon⌠tomorrow? For coffee? Under more normal circumstances?â Jisung tries to sound as casual as he possibly can. If you knew better, youâd know he was feeling his most nervous right now â even more nervous than when he had to pass a demo for his classes.
To his luck, you donât notice the nervous quiver in his voice.
You stop in your tracks at his words, turning to look at him with a smile. The poor boy is falling deeper and deeper, and itâs definitely too late to pull him back up now.
âIâd like that.â You bite down at your lips, glancing up at him with a slight hesitation.
And then you kiss his cheek, and Han Jisung would throw himself out of his window if he could at this moment, running down the streets and screaming in victory.
Instead, he places his hand on his cheek, mouth slightly agape as he stares at your retreating figure.
âDonât be a stranger, Han Jisung!â
He wonât be.
Youâve reminded him again and again that life and love is here for him to live it, and thatâs exactly what heâs going to do.
Starting tomorrow. With coffee. And hopefully another kiss on the cheek by the end of the day.
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Out of The Woods
pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader
summary: Hawkins is home once again, and you're determined to keep your peace. The past comes calling.
chapter warnings: slow burn, motherhood, swearing, childhood trauma, fluff, sweet sweet memories and friends bonding again. <3
a/n: I don't want to give spoilers, but we may or may not have a run-in with a certain metal head in this chapter! :O (just a taste, a lil treat bc you've all been so good.)
chapter 3: Silver Springs || series masterlist
NOVEMBER 4th, 1983
Friday was the best day of the week.
Sure, weekends are great, but Friday night meant movie night at the Munsonâs.
âYou better not make her watching nothinâ scary, Edward.â Wayne huffed, grabbing his choice of cap from the wall, as well as big winter coat.
Eddieâs hand flew over his heart. âI would never! Not so close to the holidays!â
You threw a piece of popcorn at his head as the laughter bubbled from your chest. âHolidays? Itâs not even Thanksgiving!â Eddie motions for you to keep throwing so he can catch one in his mouth. You oblige, but not without a protest of your own. âI would likeâno, I demand a comedy.â
Eddie bowed to you, peering up and showing off the piece of popcorn heâd caught at the last second âWhat mâlady wants, she shall receive.â
The trailer door blew out of Wayneâs grip as he opened it, âChrist, itâs freezinâ! Turn the heat on, boy. Your date is gonna freeze to death.â
Eddie gives you a knowing look. Thereâs no point, his eyes send the message loud and clear. The two of you have told Wayne dozens of times that you werenât on dates, you were just best friends hanging out.
He didnât buy it.
âWhy does she get the heat? Pretty sure I got frost bite when I got outta the shower today.â
âBecause,â Wayne slid his hands into a pair of work gloves as he walked toward you. âI like her and I want her to keep cominâ around.â He bent down, and kissed the crown of your head.
You protested, âI donât wanna bug youââ
âYeah, yeah, yeah.â Eddie teased. âYa know you say that a lot?â
âItâs the truth!â
âYou could never bug meâever. Even if you could, who cares? Not like itâs a bad, itâs a good bug you reserve just for me; my bug.â
Your eyes seemed to roll of their own free will, âEddie.â
He dropped down next to you, putting a hand on your upper thigh as he offered you a twizzler. âYes, Bug?â
Neither of you had noticed when exactly Wayne slipped out.
Youâd compromised that night. Ghostbusters, a little something for the both of you.
About 30 minutes in, Eddie looked at you. He took in how you laughed at something Bill Murray said, how the sound bubbling from your chest made your nose crinkle.
God, he could listen to that sound all day.
When you turned to him, he panicked. Standing quickly, âUh, shitâŚhere,â he said, not knowing where the hell he was going with the sentence.
Eddie looked around for a moment, what felt like an hour for him was surely only a few seconds. He ended up grabbing Wayneâs old Polaroid camera from the shelf. âCâmon, we gotta take a picture.â
You smiled through your confusion, âWhy?â
Eddie shrugged, âBecause we never do! And I wanna remember this even when weâre so old we canât remember our own names.â
âYou want to remember a randoms Friday night?â
He nodded. âIf itâs a Friday night with you? Always.â
The whirr and click of the camera went off before you knew what was happening. âEddie, I wasnât ready! Iâm gonna look like a fucking Goblin!â
The timber of his laugh made your heart race. Eddie pulled the film from its slot beneath the lens. âDonât sell yourself short, Bug. Troll maybe, but never a Goblin.â
You elbowed his ribs at the exact moment he connected with the couch.
âOof.â He laughed. âCâmon, smile?â
âFine.â
Eddie put his arm around you, pulling you in close. A second later, the flash blinded you both, leaving you dazed and giggly for the next minute.
You held out your hand, and gestured to where the photo of the two of you was laid out to develop. âLetâs see it then.â You demanded.
Eddie pulled it off the coffee table, looking at it before he handed it to you.
He wasnât looking at the camera, no. His eyes were on you, and he was smiling harder than heâd thought was possible.
He saw how you were leaned into him, your hand holding his as it draped over your shoulder, the light behind your eyes, the smile he couldnât get enough of.
Eddie felt it then.
So immediate and sudden it felt like his heart got struck by lightning, and it was then that he realized two things:
That this feeling, whatever it was, couldnât possibly end well.
And two?
He is so fucked.
It became easier to breathe.
You hadnât realized just how suffocating life here had become. To be back in Hawkins and still feel like you were hiding and alone. Though now, and in the weeks since youâre run-in with Robin and Steve, it all got a bit brighter and a little less heavy.
Steve was committed to putting the past behind you, a sentiment he all but drilled into your head the first night he visited Maggie and you at the house.
âYou did what you thought you needed to do to make it. Youâre back now, though. Let us be there for you.â
He also became Maggieâs own personal jungle gym. Whenever they watched a movie or had a snack together, your daughter could be found on top of him in some way. They especially enjoyed watching cartoons on Saturdays; Maggie perched on top of Uncle Cheeseballâs shoulders, because according to her it was the âbest seat in the house.â
Robin couldnât be deterred either.
Sheâs over at least three nights a week now, and Maggie is obsessedâlike, seriously obsessed. Itâs the sort of bond you watch from afar and admire, the way your friend opened her heart to your daughter. How sheâs protected her innocence and encouraged her silliness.
Kids arenât exactly everyoneâs cup of tea. Theyâre loud and messy and demanding in a totally innocent way. They require you to think before you act and never put yourself first. Itâs why any dates youâd been on over the years hadnât worked out, most people disappeared after they learned of her. Not that you cared, Maggie was number one in your life, and you were damn proud of that.
But now here you are, the life you had been convinced youâd never have was happening before your eyes.
âAnd ya know what else, Miss M? Your Mom fell right on her butt and slid all the way down the hill!â
Maggieâs laughter echoed off the your living room walls.
âHey! It was December and Hillcrest is notoriously icy when it snows!â You feigned insult, and tickled Maggie as her laughter multiplied.
âMom! Thatâs so silly! How'd you stop sliding?â She questioned.
Robinâs eyebrow quirked up, âYeah, how did you stop sliding?â
You sighed, embarrassment painting your face. âSteveâUncle Cheeseball had to catch me.â
The two of them howled with laughter, âYeah-yeah, laugh it up. I donât like this, youâre inâŚcahoots!â
âExcuse me!â Robin objected. âI am a responsible adult!â
Maggie stood with her hands on her hips. âYeah! Me too!â
You leaned down, kissing her forehead. âAlright, well, itâs bedtime for all adults and former children.â
Maggie whined, but let out a yawn mid-grumble.
âSee? Proof.â You booped her nose. âGo on, you have school tomorrow. Teeth, pjs, bed, okay?â
Maggie hugged you, âOkay, Mama. Goodnight, Robby! Iâll see you on Friday for pizzas!â
She ran the few feet to your friend, and squeezed her. âWouldnât miss it for the world, kiddo.â
Maggie, by the grace of God, listened. She was so worn out from laughing and dancing and playing with Robin that she crashed as soon as her little head hit the pillow.
âWant me to take the trash out on my way?â Robin asked, hands full of the nonsense sheâd brought along with her.
âIs there a 3rd hand in there I donât know about?â You nodded towards her, âNo, Robs. I got it, I just gotta do the dishes first.â
Robin smiled behind you, relishing in the gratitude she felt having you back. âI-Iâm so proud of you.â It was a near whisper, and when you turned to your friend, she had tears in her eyes.
âMaggie isâŚsheâs so cool! And youâre obviously an incredible Mom. Iâm just, Iâm sorry you felt like you had to stay away.â
Your own eyes burned at that. You walked to Robin and pulled her into a hug. âIâm sorry too, Iâm sorry I didnât call, or writeâŚI just didnât know how toâto be here.â
She nodded into your embrace, adjusting the items she cradled. âWell, youâre here now. Anything you need, say the word and Iâll be here, Steve too.â
You pulled away, âI know.â
Robin grabbed her keys with the few fingers she had free. âI donât mean to ruin the beautiful moment of love and friendship, but have you thought about...him? About whatâll happen if you see him again? I mean, Hawkins isnât exactly a big town.â She avoided using his name, and that didnât go unnoticed.
Itâs all I think about.
Fingers toyed with the hair tie around your wrist, âI wouldnât even knowâŚâ your voice faded out. âIâll cross that bridge if and when I come to it, Iâve been here for a while already, and havenât even heard anyone mention his name.â
That was true.
Everyone used to talk about Eddie Munson. The troublemaker, the cult leader, the devil-worshipping freak. The boy who was corrupting you, and ruining your future.
These backwoods hicks had no idea just how good he was back then. How kind and gentle and full of courage he was. You couldnât understand why they hated him, not when you found it so easy to love him.
âI didnât wanna upset youââ
âYou didnât,â youâre quick to reassure her, âitâs a logical question, and sure, maybe Iâm avoiding the subject, but I appreciate you looking out for me all the same.â
Robin shrugged as if it was the most simple thought in the world, âAlways.â
She left after an additional 5 minutes of arguing about helping you clean, to which you would not allow.
Cleaning up after a long day, while exhausting, was your only time to yourself. It was the one part of the day Maggie wasnât asking something of you or looking for something or covered in something sticky.
Why is it always something sticky?
The dishes were done, and the counters were clean. You plopped on the couch, and turned on whatever the tv was playing at this hour and had just begun to fold the laundry, when the stink of the trash left by the door nearly had you retching.
âNope, not waiting til morningâŚâ
âSteve, SteveâŚâ Eddie laughed.
The boy threw his hands up in frustration. âEddie, Iâm serious!â
Eddie slapped his friends shoulder. âI appreciate the worrying, pal. Iâm fine, I had one beer letâs seeâŚâ the metal head looked at his watch, âan hour and a half ago. Why the sudden concern about my health and safety, hm?â
Steve blanched at the question, stumbling over his words. âT-There was an accident tonight! Drunk driver hit the pole on Cornwallis. Cops everywhere, ya know?â
Steve knew exactly why the thought of Eddie getting hurt or worse was suddenly a new phobia he developed. He had just hoped heâd hide it better than this.
Eddie sighed, âGreat,â and stood, grabbing his keys out of his pocket, âback roads it is, gonna take me 20 minutes to get home now.â
Steve stood too, causing Eddie to glance back. He pinched his friendâs cheek, âWould you feel better if I called you when I got home, Stevie?â Eddie mocked, pouting his lip.
Steve pushed him away, âShut up, man. Fine, thatâs the last time I give a shit about my friends.â
Eddie laughed, âNah, I appreciate it, Harrington. Iâll see ya on Friday right? Still looking your car over at the shop?â
âYeah, yeah. See ya Friday.â
Eddie left Steveâs apartment smiling to himself.
What a good dude.
By the time he hit Cornwallis, the detour was worse than expected. It took him down several back roads and side streets Eddie is usually able to avoid all together.
Not to mention Forest Hills trailer park is on the opposite side of town from Harringtonâs place. Eddie is usually able to zip down Main Street to save some time, but with Cornwallis a no-go, it was an addition pain in the ass to avoid the one-ways.
âOh come on.â He griped. The car in front of him was going what seemed like negative miles an hour. He whipped the wheel to the left, evading the current route and instead, opting for an old way he remembered like the back of his hand.
Even in the dark.
It was eerie. To be on this street that he'd driven hundreds of times, knowing it wasn't leading to you.
He could practically see you, the way youâd sit on the curb until he got there, bag packed with your essentials for a few days. Wanting to get the hell out of this place before your Dad came-too.
The street was dim, lit only by the few flickering street lamps. He attempted to drown out the glimpses of the past, turning up the radio, and blasting Crazy Train so loud it made his windows shake.
Six houses away.
It was a subconscious entity; these memories shouting from the void and demanding to be remembered.
ThreeâŚ
The porch light to your old house was on. âHuhâŚweird.â Eddie whispered to himself.
His van was barely at your mailbox when he slammed on his brakes, nearly getting choked by the seatbelt. He skidded to a stop, and killed the music.
Either heâs high as a kite, or it was you. Standing right in front of him as you dragged the trash can to the curb.
Heâs hoping itâs the former.
You, rightfully so, looked like a deer in fucking headlights. Jumping back when you heard the screech of his tires.
But you know that vanâyouâd know it simply by the way it sounded coming down your street or by the shape of the headlights shining through the Hawkins fog.
The rusted hinges groaned when the drivers side door opened. Eddie was moving, but he wasnât sure why. Not when very fiber of his being was screaming at him to stay in the vanâto keep driving. Did he listen?
Of course not.
Eddie Munson says your name so softly and with such disbelief, it almost sounded like fear coating his tongue.
You, unlike the boyâman before you, were frozen.
That was the first thing youâd noticed. Eddie still looked likeâŚEddie, just a manlierâa more rugged version of the boy youâd loved.
He had five oâclock shadow covering his jaw. Cheekbones that were more defined, the hollows more pronounced. His hair was shorter, shorter than you remember it, anyway and he wore bootsâwork boots. Gone weâre the torn-up Goodwill sneakers heâd saved up weeks to buy.
He was in a black henley and dark wash jeans, though he still had his signature wallet chain and denim jacket.
Your heart slammed in your chest. Your dinner churned in your belly.
You could go. You could turn around and ignore him, walking back into your home and do exactly what he did to you.
But you wouldnât, youâre better than thatâbetter than him.
âW-WhyâŚwhat are you doing here?â He half-mumbled.
âMinding my own business.â The strength in your voice surprised you.
Eddie was quiet, very uncharacteristically so, before he shook his headâŚpresumably in an attempt to sort out his thoughts.
âBut youâre, youâre here. Youâre in Hawkins.â You could practically see the proverbial egg shells he was walking on.
Was heâŚafraid of you?
Good. You thought. He should be.
You crossed your arms, âNothing ever did get past you.â
He was stuck. Quicksand was pulling him down, holding his body tightly and dragging him into the Earthâs core. He couldnât breathe, he was dying.
At least thatâs what it felt like.
Eddie cleared his throat. âHow, um, how longââ
âA while.â You interject.
How long had you been here? How long were you staying? It didnât matter, the answer is the same.
âAnd youâre staying here.â He nodded to the blue house heâs rescued you from hundreds of times.
âI donât see how thatâs your business.â You weâre cold, colder than heâs ever heard you.
Eddie took you in now. You were the same in every way that mattered. Older, sureâŚbut still you, and for that, Eddie couldnât be more grateful.
You had new smile lines. Were you happy? He hoped to whatever God was listening that you were.
âItâs not, shit. IâI know itâs not. I just didnât knowââ
A noise from inside the house startled you. Your head whipped around, fast as lighting.
Shit. Maggie.
âYou okay?â He asked.
No, no, no.
Ignoring him, you turn and start walking back to the house, when Eddie calls your name again, not daring to move from where heâd planted his feet.
You all but spit at him, âLeave, Eddie. Thereâs nothing left here for you.â
And you meant it.
When you were safely inside, you check Maggie, who was sound asleep.
The noise must have been the door, or the wind, but it scared to half to death.
He didnât deserve to know her, and maybe thatâs selfish, but you arenât ready to share your daughter yet.
Not with him.
Who knows, maybe you never will be.
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Sometimes, Remus caught himself thinking about what his life after graduation would look like. He'd have to get his own flat, because he couldn't imagine a reality where he'd be leeching off of Sirius or James. The flat would be tiny, walls getting damp in the cold winter, the ceilings too high, the radiator heat not quite enough. He'd have a job, he'd have to buy his own groceries, and cook, and clean. Life would be dull, because everyone's life eventually became that - reduced to daily routines, job and falling asleep alone in a bed made for two.
None of his friends knew that, deep in his heart, Remus was a romantic. The girls kept recommending him filthy romance novels they loved, thinking that he'd never read them, because that was something only girls did. But he read all of them, from cover to cover, and he kept imagining himself and Sirius in place of the main characters. And then once last summer the girls and he went to see a romantic comedy at a movie theatre. Remus kept pretending like he hated every second of it and yet, in the darkness of the theatre, he couldn't stop smiling. He kept glancing left and right to make sure nobody noticed. His grin was caused by the male lead, his hair just the most exquisite shade of black, although the length was too short to be a perfect match. But he let it slide easily because the man was handsome enough that Remus was quickly able to swap his face with Sirius's in his own imagination.
In those rare moments when he allowed himself to daydream, to enter the deepest parts of his imagination, to unlock the part of himself that he kept deep inside on a daily basis, he always came back to that one - his future. If he could choose it, he'd spend it all with Sirius. An apartment with two rooms, only one a bedroom and then the other one Sirius's studio, to let him have the space to paint in. Remus would come home from work every day, 8-hour shift full and stretching mercilessly, but he'd be happy, because he'd have a person that waited for him, the grey piercing eyes softening at the sight of him, the weight of the gaze doing something beautiful to Remus's abdomen.
He never told anyone about this, not even in the moments when his friends kept talking about all the girls they wanted to snog. They usually looked at him expectantly, waiting for him to spill. It was natural - he never told them about anyone, after all. He never even seemed to be interested in people, but that was because the only people that ever caught his attention were named Sirius Black. And Sirius was too interested in Mary to ever realise that.
"You're allowed to," James had told him once, in a futile attempt to brighten his mood after a particularly foul full moon. "You're smart, you're funny. Birds are waiting for someone like you. You just need to open up, live a little. You know, you're not some sort of beast that's never allowed to find happiness."
But that was exactly the point - luring anyone in was wrong, because he'd be subjecting the poor soul to a lifetime of full moons and needing help with every little thing for a week after that and scars that didn't heal. He didn't deserve love. He didn't deserve the warmth of the fireplace and the feeling of Sirius's head snuggled softly in his lap.
"Are you sure that it's okay?" Sirius asked. Remus only mumbled something he hoped sounded like a confirmation, too preoccupied with feeling how wrong it was. "Pomfrey told you to rest."
"It's okay, Pads," he said quickly. It was wrong but it didn't mean he wanted it to end.
The pair of them now had the common room all to themselves. They were lying on the comfiest couch, the one by the fireplace, and Bowie's voice was coming from the record player. Remus could spend eternity like this, not moving, only he and Sirius and the crackling of wood.
They didn't jolt even when James ran through the portrait, screaming, his face red and puffy from the hex Lily treated him with after yet another desperate try to make her notice him. James's eyes were tiny in comparison to the monstrosity his head has become.
Remus didn't react, trying to bite down on a laugh desperately, but when he felt a pat on his arm, he looked down. His eyes locked with the cold grey, the two of them erupting into laughter at the same moment. Remus collapsed himself downwards, to the soft fabric of Sirius's t-shirt; he inhaled the smell of fresh laundry, his shoulders shaking as he tried to steady himself.
In the moments like these, he allowed himself to think it was real. That it wasn't just in his head and instead Sirius felt the same for him.
"Do you think he's ever going to learn?" Remus asked with a snort after James went to the hospital wing. "Or find another object of desire?"
"No, you silly beast," Sirius said, and it was meant to be teasing, but Remus tensed at the words. "People like James never learn. And that's part of his charm."
Sirius had just confirmed his suspicions. He couldn't have this, not for long anyway - they had only four months of Hogwarts left and then it was all going to end.
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