#other than on special events like halloween or pride

[harry-on-broadway]

Fancy Dress

Word Count: 3.4K || Rating: M

A/N: So this was supposed to be posted in time for Halloween, but better late than never I guess. It can be read on its own, but I've been thinking of it as a sequel to last year's Harryween one-shot. It's not much, but I hope at least a few people enjoy it. 🫶🏻

***

“Gonna dress up for me again this year?” 

Those words had echoed through your head since he’d whispered them in your ear as the first glimpses of dawn pushed through the cloudy London skies. His body, warming yours as he inched closer to you on your pillow, threw off heat, stronger than any radiator you’d ever encountered, and you scooted closer to him in an attempt to ward off the chill of the room. 

“What are you talking about?” Your voice was hoarse, still thick with sleep. 

“For Halloween.”

“You hate Halloween.” You twisted in his arms to roll over and face him. “You’ve made that clear many times.”

“A man can change his mind.”

You sighed. “What happened to ‘Tour’s over. Let’s do something quiet this year?’ Hmm?”

Harry traced a line down your spine and you shivered under his touch. “Doesn’t have to be a big deal. Can be just the two of us.” 

“Well, I’m planning on dressing up as ‘woman who wants to snuggle and eat candy with her boyfriend.’ Accessories include sweatpants and a hoodie, as well as candy and an Apple TV remote.” You felt his laugh against your hair. “Best news of all, it’s a couples costume,” you continued. 

“Oh is it?” 

“Mmhmm. And if you don’t want in, it’s OK. I’ll just call my other boyfriend.”

“Your other boyfriend?!?!” Harry easily flipped you so you were lying trapped underneath him and began pressing feverish kisses against your skin as he tickled your sides. “You better take that back.” 

“Giovanni would never do this,” you laughed.

“He has a name?!” 

You laughed even harder as Harry doubled down on his efforts, forgetting about Halloween all together. 

***

Harry didn’t let the topic rest over the next couple of weeks, sending pictures of costumes – some tame, some a little sexier – throughout the day, earning a fair number of eye rolls from you. 

“What? I’m just trying to brainstorm.”

You looked up from your computer. “Why is this so important to you? Halloween’s never been a big deal. And it’s essentially been a work event for you for the past two years.” 

“I mean,” he shifted in the seat. “Last year was really…nice,” he said thoughtfully. “I liked getting to spend time with you.”

“You liked having sex,” you corrected. 

“Which technically counts as spending time with you.” He ignored your glare and turned thoughtful. “I’m just kidding, but really, I liked getting to spend a fun night with you and would love to do it again. If you feel the same way.”

You softened hearing how much that night meant to him. “Doesn’t it feel less special when it’s not a surprise?”

“I’m going to be honest, love, I really don’t care how it happens as long as you’re naked in my bed.” There was a slightest hint of a blush across his cheeks, and you felt a heat flame across yours as well. You’d been together for awhile now, with no plans of leaving each other anytime soon, but such an intimate admission felt vulnerable.

“You are such a boy,” you chided, not willing to let him onto the jolt of pride you felt at being so openly desired by him. “But we’ll see how I feel.” 

“I can work with that,” Harry said, turning back to his phone, a sly grin on his face.

***

The invitation arrived a few days later. A friend of a friend who he hadn’t seen in ages was throwing a “fancy dress party,” which despite your early assumptions was not a black tie affair. You weren’t that enthusiastic about going, and you could tell Harry was forcing himself to be excited, not wanting to let a friend down. 

“It’ll be fun,” he said, sounding more like he was convincing himself rather than you. “We don’t have to stay the whole time either.”

“Whatever makes you happy, babe,” you said, kissing his cheek. “Pick out whatever costume you want and we can go from there.” 

Picking the costume was easier said than done and the two of you spent much of the next week bickering over who had the better idea. Harry’d been pushing for Barbie and Ken, but you’d dismissed the idea as overdone. And your own suggestion of Paolo and Isabella was shut down by Harry who said he didn’t get the reference. It wasn’t until you all were flicking through the channels on the couch when you all came up with your idea. 

“It’s perfect,” Harry said, grinning at the screen. 

“And super easy,” you added. 

Which is how you all found yourself walking into the party dressed as two characters out of The Notebook, thanks to the blue dress you’d found in the back of your closet and the white button down Harry had pulled from his. You’d offered to splash some water on him to add authenticity, but he declined. 

You weren’t sure what you were expecting but the party was a surprisingly low-key affair. Classic simple costumes – vampires with plastic fangs and lipstick blood stains and black cats with felt ears – mixed with some that were more of the moment, ranging from a half-assed Barbie and Ken to what appeared to be Harley Quinn and the Joker. 

“Told you,” you whispered against his ear, as he passed you a drink, looking on as a Barbie walked by looking for her Ken, earning you an elbow to the ribs. 

“Nice look,” Johnny said, fixing a drink of his own. “How did Harry convince you?”

“It was actually a group effort,” you said, with a laugh. 

“Felt a little like fate. We were watching TV one night, the movie was on and it was like a lightbulb went off,” Harry said, wrapping his arm around you. 

“It was easy too,” you chimed in. 

Even though you all had been together for a while, Harry’s circle was so vast that you still hadn’t met many of them, making the party a little nerve wracking, a bunch of faces that weren’t familiar yet. But Harry stayed by you the entire night, hand in hand, steering you around the party, introducing you to his favorite people, and shielding you from the ones he wasn’t as fond of. Going into the evening, you all had made a pact to stay for only an hour, but two had passed by the time either of you looked at the clock. 

“OK to stay a little longer?” he asked and you’d nodded, before turning your attention back to Erin and her story about a costume contest gone wrong. 

Three hours in, you found yourselves on a couch in the back of the house. The room had unofficially been designated at the quiet zone, with a few people taking calls or a breather before returning to the party. Harry flopped down on the end of the sofa, pulling you onto his lap before sighing contentedly. 

“Are you tired?” You rested your forehead against his as pressed a gentle kiss to the bridge of his nose. 

“A little.”

“Well that’s too bad,” you said softly. “Guess I won’t be able to give you your treat tonight.” 

At the mention of the treat, he perked up tremendously. “I mean I’m not that tired. I’d hate to miss it after you put in the effort.” His eyes were steely as he held your gaze. 

“You don’t even know what it is!”

“Doesn’t matter. I don’t think you could ever disappoint me.”

You grinned and shifted in his lap, causing your dress to slip up and you guided his hand up your bare leg to rest just under the hem of your dress. His fingers groped blindly and when they reached the edge of your lacy undergarments his eyes widened. 

“Oh fuck,” he whispered against your neck. 

“Do you like it?”

“Do I like it?!”

“I mean you haven’t seen it yet…” 

“I’ll bloody well be pleased with anything you wear,” he breathed against your neck. 

“Thirty more minutes and then we’ll head out?”

“Fuck that, we’re leaving now.” He gently pushed you up and out of his lap before standing and nearly dragging you to the door.

Harry made a beeline for your coats and bags, and when he had them in hand he caught your eye and nodded towards the front door. You held up a finger and signaled for him to wait before enacting the second phase of your plan. Slowly, you walked up to the first person you could see, thanking them and chatting some more about the party. You repeated this for the next person and the next and the next, until you finally found yourself reunited with Harry. 

“Ready?” you asked. 

“It’s not funny.”

“What?” you asked, feigning innocence. 

“Making me wait when I’m…” Your eyes drifted down to his pants. “How bad is it?” he asked, almost wincing. 

“Not bad, baby, but we should probably do something about that.” 

“You don’t say? Please, for the love of God, get in the car.” 

You laughed, enjoying having him beg for you. “Whatever you say.” 

What followed was the most tense car ride in recent memory. Harry’s leg bounced up and down, his hand gripped tight on your thigh as he looked ahead. His breathing was even and measured but the intensity in his eyes told you he felt anything but. You smiled, pleased with the effect you had on him. 

When the driver pulled through the gate, Harry thanked him, quickly and politely, and you did the same, scurrying along when Harry all but pulled you up the path, jamming his key in the lock and throwing the door open. You closed the door behind you, securing the deadbolt when Harry spun you around and pressed you against the door. 

He held your face, angling it to look up at him and he took a shaky breath, before pressing his lips to yours. The kiss was surprisingly restrained, almost chaste, but you savored the way he felt so close against you. Again and again he kissed you. Lips, neck, cheeks, no part of you went unnoticed. You wanted to show him the same affection, but he wouldn’t give you the chance. His hands found your shoulders, pulling your coat off, and then working the straps of your dress down your shoulders, his lips trailing in the wake of his hands. 

After a few moments, you managed to pant out a single word. “Upstairs?” 

Harry pulled back, his lips plump and pink from his efforts, his hair messed from the way your fingers had been threaded through it. “Yeah,” he managed to nod, looking dazed, and you took the lead this time, pulling him towards the stairs. 

In your haste to get to the bedroom, you tripped, over the step or your own feet, you weren’t sure, and landed face first on the carpet, Harry tumbling down after you. 

“If you wanted me on top of you love, all you had to do was ask,” Harry muttered, as you shoved his shoulder. “Are you OK?” 

“I’m fine. You?” 

“No worse for wear. Shall we try this again?” He pushed up from the stairs and offered his hand, which you gladly took. Slower this time, you all continued up the stairs and into the bedroom, where Harry sat on the bed, pulling you onto his lap. “Sure you’re good to do this.” 

You nodded. “Yes, I just need a minute to get ready.”

“Get ready?” Harry arched his brow. “Tell me more.”

“You need to close your eyes.”

“Close my eyes…OK.” He shut his eyes and you wriggled out of his grasp, walking over to your dresser and doing your best not to make a sound as you fished around for the headband you’d stashed there earlier. 

“What is this?” Harry called from across the room. “Some sort of Notebook roleplay? Do you have a thing for Gosling too?” 

“Hush, or you’re not getting your treat.”

That silenced him and you double checked to make sure the accessory was secured on your head. You shimmied out of your dress until you were wearing nothing but your second costume. If you were honest, costume was a liberal description of the flimsy Halloween store lingerie you ‘d been wearing all night. According to the package, you were a dark angel, but the only thing angelic about it was the halo that was precariously perched on top of your head. You stood in front of the mirror, surveyed yourself and tried to summon the confidence to tell Harry to open his eyes. 

“Are you taking your clothes off? I thought that was my treat!”

It was almost funny how outraged he sounded, like a petulant child robbed of a promised prize. 

“Oh I think, you’ll like what I’ve picked out for you,” you shot back. At least you hoped he would. Once you contorted yourself into the black wings that came with the ensemble, you turned to face him, still sitting on the bed with his eyes shut. You padded over to him, wrapping your arms around his neck, as you climbed astride him. Once you’d settled into his lap, you uttered the word he’d been waiting for. “Open.”

His eyes flew open and you had to fight a laugh at how comical his face was. Eyes wide and mouth open he was like a teenaged boy who’d yet to see a pair of breasts, as he glanced between yours, covered in a sheer, lacy bralette and your face. 

“Fucking hell what is this?”

“You said you wanted me to dress up…”

“Yeah, I did. I did say that,” he said, wetting his lips, his eyes transfixed on your chest. 

“And I didn’t really know what to dress up as since you weren’t doing a show this year and we didn’t really have a theme and I couldn’t think anything on my own and this was the only thing left at the store and –” 

He cut you off with a kiss, more passionate than those he’d first given you in the entryway. “It’s perfect, love. Better than I could have imagined.” 

He held you tight against him as he kissed you, his fingers tangled in your hair and yours in his. You tightened the grip of your legs around his waist as you returned his kisses with a passion you didn’t think you’d ever felt before. In the heat of the moment, you rolled your hips, dragging your center over his lap and feeling every inch of his growing erection through the flimsy fabric of your panties. You moaned at the sensation and did it again. He felt even harder than before and you shuddered involuntarily at the thought of him inside you later. 

“You like that baby,” he huffed against your mouth. “Does my angel like that?” he asked as he bucked his hips. 

“Yes. Yes, please,” you replied, practically begging for more. 

“Going to be good and let me take this off of you?” His hands were on your hips, stilling your movement. 

You closed your eyes and bit your lip, nodding, not trusting yourself to speak. Suddenly you felt Harry’s teeth against your shoulder as he used his them to pull your bra strap down, the movement scratching at your skin in the most delicious way, before Harry trailed kisses down your arm, soothing the sting away. He repeated the action on the other side before placing a kiss on the side of your breast and wrapping his tongue around your nipple. Hands still on your hips, he gently pushed you, encouraging you to rock back and forth on him once again. 

You were so sensitive that even the smallest action had a massive effect. The combination of his mouth and the rhythm of your hips moving in time together had you feeling the beginnings of an orgasm deep within you, a feeling that was only magnified as he moved across your chest to your other breast. 

“Love,” Harry said after a moment, pulling away from you. 

“Yes?”

“I-I-” He started again. “We need to do something otherwise I’m not going to last.” His cheeks were red, whether from passion or embarrassment, you weren’t sure, but you nuzzled against his neck. 

“That’s alright, baby. I’m all yours.”

“Yeah, you are,” Harry said, almost as if he didn’t believe it. “Wanna get up for me?” 

You climbed off of him with wobbly legs, nearly landing on your ass – and taking Harry with you – in the process. But Harry scooped you up in his arms, helping you get comfortable on the bed, as you all laughed off the moment of clumsiness. 

“Do you want to take this off?” you asked, gesturing to the cheap black wings that were shedding all over the white sheets. 

“No, I kind of like them,” Harry said. “It’s uh…kind of sexy,” he mumbled, against your neck. 

“Noted.” 

“May I?” He’d hooked his fingers around the waistband of your panties, waiting for your nod of consent, which you readily gave him. He slowly pulled them down your legs, tossing them somewhere behind him, before moving his lips down your body. 

It was almost a ritual at this point, the way he explored you as if you were uncharted territory each time he had you naked in front of him. You’d been told this wouldn’t last forever, that all couples eventually tired of each other, that sex became a routine thing, a means to an end. That may be the case, but you secretly hoped that you and Harry were the exception to this rule. 

He’d made his way down to your thighs at this point and you opened your legs wider, inviting him in. Your back arched when you felt his fingers inside you, testing the waters. 

“So wet for me already and I’ve barely done anything. Careful love, this will go to my head.” 

You made to kick him, but he dodged your attack and managed to hit that spot in the process, drawing a cry from you. 

“Was that good?” You could hear the teasing smirk in his voice. 

“You know it was.”

He crooked his fingers, earning another moan from you as you tried to pull him up to you. “Ready so soon?” he asked, as if he wasn’t already aware. He lined himself up with you and thrust forward with no preamble. 

His sheer size still took your breath away – quite literally – and you breathed heavily at the feeling of him, all of him, inside of you. 

“Easy, love. Slow,” he said, calming you as he gave you a moment to adjust, waiting until your breath had steadied before gently rocking forward.

You angled your hips up, meeting his pace and trying to drive him as deep inside of you as possible. You brought your legs higher around him, giving him more freedom to move and his pace accelerated. 

The sounds coming from your bedroom were, quite simply, ugly. Between the moans and groans and heavy breathing, the grunts that meant move over or shift this way that you all inherently understood, the sounds of sweaty bodies rubbing against each other. It was brutal, but you wouldn’t have it any other way. 

“Love, I’m going to come,” Harry said, words urgent against your ear. “I’m not going to be able to hold on.” 

“It’s OK baby,” you said, encouraging him. He was always so selfless, you wanted him, just once, to take a moment for himself. “Just let go.” 

His hips stuttered, once, twice, three times in quick succession and you felt the tell-tale warmth and wetness of his orgasm between your legs. 

“Oh, fuck, I’m so sorry,” he wheezed. “I’ll make it up to you. I promise.” 

You sighed softly, contentment radiating through you. “You don’t have to. Sometimes it’s nice to just…” 

“Yeah…” 

The two of you lay there like that for a while, ignoring the stickiness of the sweat, and for you, the itchiness of the costume pieces that were still on you. 

Finally, Harry rolled off of you, and you cuddled into his side. 

“That was a very nice treat,” he said, voice hoarse. “I think we both need more treats.” 

“I’ll second that. And I promise next year will be even better.” 

“Next year?” Harry said aghast. “I think you deserve one of your own right now.” 

***

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[littlestardescendants]

This is completely random but what are your thoughts on Lucifer×Minhyeok as a ship?

in one of Luci's homescreen dialogues he's apologetic towards MC after what Gabriel did, how'd Luci think about Gabriel attacking an innocent human who isn't even related to Solomon?

I think a scenario where Jjok and Ppyong meet and become friends then Ppyong talks about MC and Minhyeok. Lucifer overhears that Gabriel attacked 2 humans instead of 1, he'd wanna know more

I think Minhyeok would be too scared of Lucifer

(if you aren't into character×character ships just ignore this ask)

Nah don't worry about it fam I'm open to answer any questions and I'm proud of you for working the guts to ask 💖

And to be honest I'm sort of neutral on these characterxcharacter ships I see their merit but LuciferxMinhyeok is a touch surprising. I'll try to give my honest thoughts on how I think it'd go and work :>

Explanation under:

So if I recall and I could be wrong but back in the Halloween event, Minhyeok had encountered the three Seraphim; Gabriel, Raphael, and Michael as well as the Kings. While going through there was a sort of fascination with him that they had going on and I think Lucifer being part angel would be fascinated as well and curiously seek him out especially if Jjok and Ppyong later on meet or he senses MC longing for Minhyeok (Lucifer strikes me as kind of perceptive to these things so for the start of it, it'd be fascination on his end while with Minhyeok it's a bit different.)

I can see the ship sort of working as Lucifer is fascinated but also sort of Aloof. He sort of is like an alley cat curious but independent, and I imagine the more he hears about Minhyeok, the more intrigued he is, and before long, the two meet, and it becomes quite a thing. So Minhyeok I feel at this time would be utterly gobsmacked; He's competing with immortal beings for MC and now here comes Lucifer the King of Pride and I imagine he's incredibly wary or freaked out and lowkey resentful but unlike the demons who take Minhyeok's fake kindness at face value, Lucifer picks up on it and I see the two talking it out because Lucifer doesn't see Minhyeok as competition.

I feel like Lucifer is above those things and so they'd probably be friends once Minhyeok realizes Lucifer is pretty neutral on MC (I get the vibes that even if related to Solomon Lucifer is pretty neutral about MC and not as obsessed as the Devils). And I think with time their relationship actually works to one of more understanding and regard.

I feel to myself that Minhyeok sort of helps Lucifer focus on the present and reconnect to the other species he sort of has been distant from and Lucifer helps Minhyeok let go and realize it's okay to have a life outside of MC and to not base his entire life around one thing, speaking from experience. It's a sweet dynamic, and if you're talking romantic, it sort of falls down the line because the two give me vibes they'd naturally fall into it. Of course neither are going to directly pursue, Lucifer would be respectful of Minhyeok's longing for MC to return to him but I imagine as MC gets railed by other demons Lucifer is the one person in Minhyeok's life telling him what he needs to hear. Minhyeok seems to always be the caretaker to others' feelings and lives, so Lucifer would probably be the one telling Minhyeok to take care of himself or to see things for what they are.

Of course Lucifer's still gonna be his feral self like he was in the Selfie story but Minhyeok strikes me as more cautious and nurturing than MC so the ship has room to be very sweet for both of them because they both get something special from it and could be pretty cute if it works like this. And while sex is a big thing I see the two taking it slow because unlike MC where their minds are on sex 24/7 the two guys just genuinely love their conversations and talk and work to it more tenderly than MC ever would with either of them.

Now I could be wrong but these are my thoughts since tbh this is the first I've heard of it so like I'm just taking a ball and rolling with it haha.

Hope it answers! 💖

#what in hell is bad #whb #whb mc #what in hell is bad mc #what in hell is bad solomon's descendant #whb solomon's descendant #mirjami asks #what in hell is bad lucifer #whb lucifer #what in hell is bad minhyeok #whb minhyeok #character x character #what in hell is bad lucifer x minhyeok #whb lucifer x minhyeok #My thoughts could be wrong but just my read on how theyd go #tbh i think theyd be cute but idk also cause Lucifer is so distant

[draceempressa]

crazy theory for the day: Vil is Meleanor's reincarnation

So I read these theory about Vil's parallels with Meleanor and how he somehow connects to Crowley/book 7 pomefiore element ,and I suddenly think what if Crowley is obsessed with Vil because Vil is Meleanor?

Okay, I know this sounds crazy, but stay for a while.

Usually, in dorm uniform banners, the character names have effect corresponding their characteristic on their names, like tentacles for Azul or lightning for Sebek. With all the poison and peacock motif, you think it's the effect Vil will get for his name, but no, neither.... instead, he got thorn motif. Nobody fits thorn motif more than Malleus in the game, yet Malleus himself got dragon form spikes for his name special effects in his dorm banner.

This is despite if you have Malleus cards, his title refers to his thorn element and not to the dragon side.

So what's the deal with Vil having thorn special effect? that exactly is the question here.

Crowley isn't the only ones with eyes on Vil, Malleus does too. Malleus trust Vil , enough to ask his help for making a halloween costume design, to get chummy and tease Vil about he lives off the Pomefiore's motto in ch 5 and 6, and. In turn, Vil is the only dorm head who always remembers Malleus in every meeting.

Remember when the bday cards there was a question about moving to other dorms? And Vil picks Diasomnia. Because they had faes. So he does have inclinations towards faes.

Vil also have similar personality with Meleanor. Strict, prideful, ruthless, violent, yet can turn smothering in a drop of hat. Like Meleanor turns motherly to egg Malleus after she spams thunder to the royal guards, Vil too, after he admonishes Rook, Epel and Yuu fot being reckless, going into STYX, he also hugs and kissed them several seconds after.

Another noteworthy thing come from Halloween event is that, Vil is strong enough to make barriers that can protect against Malleus. Chapter 6 exacerbates this, with Idia calling Vil a tank, a defensive unit in gaming. Then in another card, he mentioned he never got any magical training before NRC. He is just simply born with that large defensive mana pool. Remember, faes have more mana than humans. Meleanor also died in attempt to stall time to let Lilia escape with egg Malleus. An attempt to protect.

#disney twisted wonderland #twst #twisted wonderland #vil schoenheit #malleus draconia #meleanor draconia

[crusty-chronicles]

hii! after reading ur moon and son halloween special, it got me thinking ab kurapika and yn. if its not too much to ask, could you do a small special where kurapika figures out why yn hates their clan? it could be a drabble, short chapter, hcs, whatever youd like to write, i was js super curious for what kurapikas reaction would be

love ur writing 🩷🩵

I'm gonna start this off with a minor spoiler warning for the end chapters of Moon and Sun. Nothing too big so don't worry.

Okay, we Good? There's only four people who really know about what happened with Y/n and their clan. Gon, Killua, Kite, and Ging. The first three are for obvious reasons. Now the only reason Ging knows is because he's got a part to play in future chapters, which I will not be disclosing at this time. That being said, what Kurapika knows/ learns about is a very watered down version of events. Below is a oneshot of how he finds out and reacts.

The Difference Between You and I

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It was ironic, really, when you looked back on what happened a few days ago. You didn't think you had it in you anymore to dislike someone so much. Especially since he was one of the boys' closest friends.

You wanted your first meeting to be friendly, even if a part of you was still bitter he hadn't bothered to see Gon at the hospital. You'd hoped to get along with him as well as you did with Leorio.

 But opposites attract you suppose.

The two of them couldn't have been any more different from each other. Leorio was a stubborn loudmouth depending on who he interacted with. Acting purely on impulse most of the time. Yet despite that, he had a heart of gold from what you could tell.

Treating Gon and Killua with as much care as you did. Wanting to be a doctor in order to help those who couldn't afford proper medical care. Hell, he was even currently helping you with your ‘condition.’

Kurapika, on the other hand, was quiet and reserved. At least from what the boys had told you. Though you noticed he also seemed distant. Rarely ever picking up his phone and even rarer were the times he'd actually show up in person.

But you wanted to give him the benefit of the doubt. 

If the boys loved him, how bad could he really be? 

And if Leorio was dating him, then surely he had some redeeming qualities.

Well turns out fate had a funny way of playing things out. Irony at its best. 

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You'd arrived in York New about the same time as the boys. Having come for your ‘usual’ checkup. Something you blamed on that damn cat along with yourself. 

You'd agreed beforehand to meet up right after for lunch. The three of you communicating through a small group chat. Although you were still struggling with the newer technology. Not yet used to actually having a phone. But you digress.

It was during Leorio's final evaluation that you were made aware of the blonde’s presence.

“You getting anything?” He asked.

You shook your head, unable to focus your eyes. Six months and your nen was still shot. What a pain.

“Don't push yourself. Remember, we still have a few treatments to test out. You're not out of luck just yet.”

“I know. I just kinda want the process to be over already, you know? Get things back to normal.” Well, as normal as you could be.

Leorio was about to respond before a ‘ding’ from his phone went off. He gave an apologetic look as he checked what it was. 

Although he knew you didn't mind, he still wanted to be professional. This was his job and he took pride in it. Despite his nonchalant demeanor.

“Woah! Kurapika's in town!”

“Kurapika?” The one who usually ignores all his calls? The one who put revenge before his dying friend? But you thought better than to say that out loud. Instead you settled on-

“He's…blonde, right?”

Leorio looked up at you with a bewildered expression. Out of all the things you could say, it was that. It was almost enough to make him laugh.

“Yes? You know, you've got an odd way of remembering people.”

“But I'm not wrong, am I? You gonna see him after this?” You asked with a teasing smirk.

“Yeah. It's been a while. I think the boys would be happy to see him too.” He gestured to the three kids that sat waiting outside of your room.

Two of which were now excitedly staring at their phones. The third sleeping contently on her brother's shoulder.

“You should meet him too.” Leorio suggested.

And although you appreciated the offer, it didn't feel right for you to tag along. You didn't want things to potentially be awkward. Plus, you weren't the best with new people.

“I don't wanna intrude. I'd rather the four of you catch up. Like old times. Well maybe not the four of you if Alluka has anything to say about it.” Already knowing the small girl went everywhere Killua did. 

“You'd really do that. I know it's been months since you spent time with the boys.”

“Yeah but it's been a year since they even heard from Kurapika. Besides, I'll meet him when I pick the boys up. I'm here for three more days after all. And then~you and Kurapika could spend some time by yourselves.”

His face flushed a bright red at the insinuation. Playfully shoving your head to the side.

“About time you paid me back for all the times I watched the boys for you.”

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The two of you finished up, with Leorio briefly leaving to request his break. The kids wasted no time rushing you once you exited the room.

“Any luck this time?” Gon asked.

“Sadly, no. But there's always next time, right?” You tried to reassure. But he didn't look all that convinced. 

“If it doesn't work out, you know you can always ask Nanika to-” Killua started to offer, but you stopped him before he could finish.

“It's fine if I can't get it back. I'll just have to get used to being a normie. Unless, you've got a problem with normies?” Your tone was teasing as you ruffled the small assassin's hair. 

Your attention was redirected towards a pull on your sleeve.

“I don't mind helping Big Sib,” Alluka assured.

“I mind. I'll be okay so don't worry about it…In other news, I heard one of your friends just got here.” You quickly changed the subject. Not wanting to bring down the mood. You wanted today to be a good day.

And judging by the way both boys beamed up at you, it would be.

“Yeah! Kurapika's gonna be here for a few days! I hope you don't mind if he comes with us today.” Gon explained.

You could never really say no to that kid, even if you had already planned to give the duo space today. You returned his cheerful grin with one of your own.

“Course not. To be honest, I was gonna let the four of you reconnect in peace.”

“Peace? You make it sound like we're embarrassed of you,” Killua mumbled.

“What was that?”

“I said, ‘Four of us? What about my sister?’” he quickly covered. Though he could tell you heard what he said first. But you'd let him off the hook this time.

For now.

“Why don't I take her shopping while you guys catch up?”

“Shopping? You can afford that now?” His tone was playful, but there was a genuine hint of concern somewhere in there.

“Hey!” You scolded, about to come up with a retort before Gon stepped in.

“Yeah! They're working with Kite and his team. It's why they travel so much now.”

At the mention of the former silver haired hunter, Killua's expression soured.

“Sibling stealer.”

At that, you pinched his cheek.

“Har har. You mad at him because we're dating now or because Alluka occasionally calls him dad?”

He covered his ears, face slightly red from embarrassment as he tugged Gon away. Not bothering to wait for Leorio.

“We’re leaving now! Have her back by six!”

—-------------

Safe to say, they were overjoyed to see Kurapika again. Both boys eagerly questioning him about his new Zodiac status, while Leorio reminded them not to overwhelm him with questions.

Kurapika was glad to back, if only for a brief moment. He truly did miss them, but his mission always came first. He'd already made tremendous progress recovering his clan’s eyes. His new Zodiac status aiding in his endeavors.

But through pursuing his goal, he'd evidently missed out on a lot with his friends and partner. 

The boys were 13 going on 14 now. Gon had achieved his own goal and met Ging. Traveling with him up until a month ago.

Killua had managed to finally get away from his family, bringing his little sister with him. The two of them also traveling around. Which begs the question, where was she currently?

Leorio had become a doctor, having just been promoted to a zodiac after the election. Which Kurapika did watch, very much proud of how far he got.

Yes, so much had changed.

He supposed it was bittersweet in a way. The three of them already shooting for a new goal while he was still trying to complete his. 

But he truly was grateful for the time he spent with them today. That he was still considered important to them despite his distance. He made a mental note to try harder once he left.

It wasn't before very long that Leorio had to return to work. His break over too soon for the blonde's liking. 

So with a smooch on his cheek and a ‘ewww!’ from the boys, Leorio was off. Leaving Kurapika with the duo. 

Now while you were aware of Kurapika, he had no idea of your existence until the boys mentioned you in passing.

—-----------------------

A desert of some kind sat in front of them.

“Y/n would for sure love this. Do you think we should take them some?” Killua asked, the question directed towards Gon.

“They’ll be upset if we don't. And you know what that means.” Gon responded.

“They won't carry us for a week. You think we're getting too old for that?” But before their conversation could continue, Kurapika spoke up. Curious about the new name they mentioned.

“Y/n?”

Both boys looked up at him surprised before remembering the two of you had never met.

“Y/n’s the person that’s been taking care of us since Greed Island. They're our big sibling,” Gon proudly announced while Killua nodded along.

You seemed to be very close to them.

“Right now they're with Alluka. They wanted to give the four of us a chance to catch up.” Killua added.

That explained why his sister wasn't here. And if Killua trusted you with her, then you must've been reliable too.

A good person.

“Tell me more about them.”

—-----------------------

Truthfully, all odds pointed at the two of you getting along. You were cut from the same cloth, so to speak. Both coming from strong clans. Both losing them during your childhood.

Your lazy demeanor would have paired nicely with his quiet one. You always were more comfortable around less energetic people. 

His analytical skills were on par with yours. A strong head on both of your shoulders. 

Even if you were still upset with Kurapika, the two boys knew you'd get along with him in time. Sure you'd probably chew him out for not answering his phone, but you'd warm up to him nevertheless.

So what was it exactly that put you at odds with each other?

The catalyst that sparked endless animosity between you?

Well, it just so happened to be the subject of your clan that started it.

It was an accident, truly. Gon didn't mean for it to slip out. He just got so excited telling Kurapika about you that he forgot some details weren't meant to be shared.

“You know, I'm kinda glad Nanika erased their memories. Y/n is a lot happier now that they're clan isn't looking for them anymore. They weren't good people to begin with so don't feel too bad about it.”

Gon had been explaining before slapping a hand over his mouth. Him and Killua looking at each other with wide eyes. Gazes briefly glancing over towards Kurapika for his reaction.

They knew he could be touchy with the subject. Watching him carefully to see if his eyes changed. Instead, they were met with a suspicious stare. Not exactly positive, but not really negative either.

“What do mean their clan isn't looking for them anymore? Did something happen between them?”

Because Kurapika, for the life of him, couldn't fathom a family giving up on one of their own. But the subject wasn't as black and white as he suspected.

“We're not really supposed to say. It's not like they told us not to tell anyone, but it's their privacy. You know?” Gon informed.

Not only was it your business, but it was also something you trusted the two of them with. And he was the last person who should be spilling your secrets.

The two boys once again eyed each other. You wouldn't be mad if they told Kurapika. So long as he didn't bring it up directly to you.

Besides, the chain user would just ask you in person if he didn't get an answer. He was direct by nature. Something you would respect, but not if it concerned your ‘family.’

So what was the worse outcome?

They say nothing and Kurapika asks you directly about it. Or he finds out another way.

The second option: they partially explain the situation. Not getting into too much detail, but enough to satisfy their friend’s curiosity.

“If it's not something you want to discuss, then I won't-” but Killua stopped him from finishing his sentence.

“If we tell you, you have to promise you won't say we told you anything. Got it?” 

It wasn't that they were wary of their friend, god no. They just didn't want the two of you butting heads in the future. 

Kurapika gave a small nod.

“Y/n doesn't get along well with their clan. They haven't since they were a little kid. They just don't feel comfortable or safe around them anymore.” Gon started.

“Why?”

“They sorta had a disagreement with them. And that's putting it very lightly. An argument about how things were being done. And how their practices were wrong. That's all we can really say.” Killua continued.

The rest would have to come directly from you. If you ever got around to trusting Kurapika. Something that sadly wouldn't come to fruition.

“So they're estranged from their clan because of a disagreement?” And for whatever reason, that made Kurapika upset.

Your clan was alive and healthy. They'd been looking for you. And here you were being petty. Avoiding them because of it.

When all his people were slaughtered like nothing. Never even having the chance to say goodbye. 

He wanted to think there was more to it. That there was something big the boys weren't telling him. And there was, but he'd never get to learn about what it was.

How similar your grief was to his with him losing Pairo and you losing Kari.

The rest of the afternoon felt tense. Kurapika tried not to show his discomfort, but both boys could tell anyways. Seems the two of you wouldn't get along after all.

It was only a matter of time before you went to get them. Alluka trailing happily behind you with an ice cream cone as you struggled with her bags. Most of which were toys. 

Both boys quickly grabbed a few from you to lighten the load. Your eyes drifting over to the blonde behind them.

So that was Kurapika.

“Alluka! You can't just make them carry everything. Next time help.” Killua scolded.

Said girl, looked up at her big brother with a pout. 

“I did. Mama/Papa said no.”

Her answer prompted a small glare from him. This time directed at you.

“You have her spoiled.”

“You’re just jealous I don't baby you anymore.” You retorted.

“I think it's because Alluka's a girl.” Gon added as he took another bag from you.

“She's not just a girl. She's a princess!” You lightly pinched her cheeks, causing her to let out a squeal.

You looked up to see their blonde friend standing awkwardly away. Perhaps not wanting to interrupt the four of you. 

“You gonna introduce me to your friend?” 

At the sound of your voice he straightened up. Both boys urging you towards him.

“Y/n, this is Kurapika. Kurapika, Y/n.”

It was a brief introduction. Well, you supposed it was time for you to plaster on a smile and try to befriend him. Hopefully things would go well.

“Hi. So you're the infamous Kurapika? Glad you could make a special guest appearance today. I hope the boys weren't too much.” 

You extended your hand in greeting. Wishing you could focus your eyes on him to get a proper read of what he was feeling. He reciprocated your handshake with less enthusiasm than you were expecting.

To be fair, he probably just found out about you.

“Likewise. It's a pleasure to meet the person who they've been talking my ear off about for the last two hours. Apologies for interrupting your time together.”

He was surprisingly polite. Honestly, you were expecting him to be somewhat rowdy like the rest of their friends. Not that you minded.

You needed another levelheaded friend to talk to. And if you were correct, he was about two years younger than you. 

But then things quickly started going downhill.

“My intel tells me you come from a clan like me? Do I have that right?” He asked, unawares that was not the right thing to say. Despite his intention to strike up a friendly conversation.

“Intel?” Your tone was panicked.

 The mere mention of your past life enough to make you spiral. Something both boys could tell was happening from the way you stiffened.

“Uh Kurapika. Maybe now's not the-” Gon tried, but it was too late.

“I don't belong to any clan. I never did, so don't you ever bring it up again.” Ice.

Your demeanor was cold, an indication that you were mad. Though you tried to calm yourself. Maybe he didn't know not to ask that.

He couldn't have known.

You just didn't want to talk about it with anyone. Especially not a stranger you just met. 

“Damn. I knew we shouldn't have told him.” Killua said, already knowing where this conversation was heading. He quickly covered Alluka's ears.

“I don't understand why you're so upset about it. Could the disagreement you had really be that irksome to you.” The blonde's tone dismissive. 

The thing that inevitably set you off.

Irksome.

Like they didn't just try to kill you half a year ago. Like they didn't murder your sister right in front of you. Like they didn't turn your best friend against you.

“I said drop it. It's none of your business. But you know what should've been, since you're so keen on family.”

“Y/n don't-” Gon tried once more, tugging on your arm to get you attention.

“Checking up on your friends every once in a while. Do you even know about what happened to these two?”

“Guys,” Killua warned.

“Of course I know. You think I'm an idiot not to know about the Chimera Ant situation?” Kurapika's voice increasing in volume to match yours.

“Yeah? You know about Illumi hunting down Killua and his sister while his family watched? About the two of them almost being killed to better their psycho family's power? You know about Gon being hospitalized? About how nothing short of a miracle saved his life? You know about all that?”

Judging by the shocked expression on his face, he didn't know. He glanced over to the two boys to verify. And when they looked down to avoid his eyes, he knew you weren't lying.

He hadn't been a very good friend, had he?

“Didn't think so. So next time you think I owe you anything, think about how you've never given anyone anything. I don't owe you shit. I don't owe you an explanation and I sure as hell don't owe you my time!” 

Was it a petty argument that got way out of hand?

Absolutely.

The truth is, if you could get past your one difference, the two of you would see you have a lot in common. Might've even become good friends.

 But you can never trust someone who takes the people they care about for granted. Who had the opportunity to support their friend on their deathbed instead of chasing after shadows of the past. Who only lets anger and hatred guide their actions.

And Kurapika could never befriend someone who doesn't understand how good they have it. Who still has the opportunity to see their family instead of their corpses. And maybe he's envious of the fact. He'd give anything to spend five minutes with his clan while you can't even bare thinking about them for five seconds.

And while you two disliked each other, you'd just have to learn to tolerate the other for the sake of your friends.

—-------------

MASTERLIST

An: I didn't know if I should add tags to this one because technically it's not apart of our main story. More like an expansion on the lore, if you can even call it that. Now, I love Kurapika, I really do. But I feel like our insert from Moon and Sun would absolutely despise him. On the bright side, I should be able to start uploading a little more frequently now. Might even get back to weekly updates. We'll see~

#hxh #hunter x hunter #hxh x reader #hunter x hunter x reader #hxh x y/n #hunter x hunter x y/n #gon x reader #killua x reader #big sib reader #older reader #found family #x reader #platonic #reader and kurapika hate each other

[parieha-aaa]

below the cut is a " ( romantic ) shipping guide " for my muse , gojo satoru . this involves anything i think is vital when being involved in a romantic relationship with him in any regard .

* this will involve talk of " satosugu / sugusato ' stsg " , so beware , but suguru plays a big part in satoru's life , that is inarguable , his relationships are founded on the relationship he cultivated between him & suguru fundamentally . & the falling out has affected how he views his relationships going forward .

first things first : timeline . shipping with satoru is a lot easier if you were there during his days at school , and a lot of how he acts begins to make sense when your muse learns that he wasn't always the arrogant guy he is now ; he was humbled severely after his loss to toji fushiguro / zen'in . after that , he was humbled further when he lost suguru . suguru geto was his best friend , remains so if you ask , & satoru tends to talk as if suguru is still around . he understands that the entire reason he lost to toji & then proceeded to lose suguru is that he didn't pay enough attention , he was too cocky and arrogant , he overlooked the small details that would have told him something was wrong . thus , he tends to overcorrect , or if your muse doesn't let him correct it , he'll get sneakier about it , and he'll try to help in smaller , more subtle ways instead : bringing your favorite food back , giving gifts , god knows he's got all the money he could ever want . post the shibuya arc , your muse will not see him . they will not be able to find him , he's with kenjaku and kenjaku isn't giving up that box for anything . so after halloween , for about a month , he'll be considered a casulty of the incident , and it is ILLEGAL according to the higher ups & new jujutsu regulations to unseal him . when unsealed by his students , he'll have some spare time every now & again for special training , but he'll try to spend all his spare time with the people he loves and values before he fights sukuna . he doesn't expect to die , but there's a very real risk , and he knows that . no regrets .

secondly , his students are his pride & joy . he's trained them all from the beginning , and he's extremely proud of them , acting often like their parent . that means dragging your muse to events with the kids , to see if his students approve , to see how you guys interact , if THEY approve of you . their wellbeing , their training and schooling come first for him , taking care of them is more than important . he'll drop anything to help them , and if his potential partner can't accept that , he's alright with not getting involved with someone like that . megumi in particular , his adoptive ( unofficially ) son for all manner of things , and tsumiki fushiguro are his number one priorities . he's taken care of them since the beginning & they are very tightly tied to him and anyone getting involved with him as a result . he's not that worried about introducing megumi to his potential partner if he must , but tsumiki is a whole other deal . he'll take months to even mention her , since she's comatose . a lot of his sorcerer money is going to that hospital to keep her alive , and he's not about to give away her location to anyone he thinks could even POTENTIALLY be trouble . that's not him saying he doesn't trust your muse , he's protecting his family , his kids . likewise , his job also holds some high regard . as " the strongest " , he might play around sometimes and shrug off certain things from the higher ups , but he'll drop everything to help the students . curse , curse user , anything they need help with , anything he can do to be of service to their training , to keep them safe at the same time , he'll throw himself into completely .

however for any actual dating scenes ? he's a rich man , well off , so fully expect to go to both casual events and formal ones . that means everything from picnics to the theater is on the table . he's partial to dates that allow for all the talking , like movie nights and staying in for food / ordering in . gifts ? probably bought , but he'll fiddle around and give his own gifts as a joke , he doesn't expect you to keep it , but he's pleasantly surprised if you do --- and you'll never hear the end of it . his love language is both physical touch & quality time , so fully expect him sitting really close to your muse , practically hanging on them , sometimes with the intent to annoy and other times to see what you're doing . & he wants to know your favorite movie like the back of his hand . the most telling thing about his trust is how often he lets infinity down when your muse is around . infinity is " the unseen made manifest " , or essentially a field of space he can turn on and off at will so nothing will ever come into contact with him if he doesn't let it . the closer you push , the further away you get , the more space is allowed to manifest . him letting it down is a non verbal act that says he feels safe enough to do so around his partner & that alone speaks to volumes . he lets it down for his kids fairly often , and he'll do it for any potential lovers too . this is also something he has to intentionally let down , since it is automatically on all the time . you can remind him and he'll shrug , like yeah of course its active . he's also highly demiromantic . it will take a while to know him well , since a lot of people are out to have his head on a stick , he's seldom giving true and founded information to just anyone . unless you yourself are involved in jujutsu society , there's going to be a lot of misinformation out there about him meant to befuddle and confuse curses and curse users . not to mention he's even more careful of love especially after what he had to do to suguru geto . love is a curse , love makes you act out irrationally , makes you stupid , and stupid gets you killed out here with curses . but that's not saying satoru is above acting reckless and putting his neck out for the people he loves -- god knows he's been doing that for years for his kids .

#save . #» ― ʿ headcanons . ⁽ ❝ the world is beautiful & i'm no longer afraid to die . ⁾

[ghoulsgraveyard]

Fright Night

Summary: it's the fall of 86 and after months of preparation you are ecstatic to be doing the character work for Hawkins greatest horror fest, Fright Night. You’ve created hundreds of monsters for the scare actors lucky enough to land this gig, and everything is going to plan… except for a really detailed costume… one you didn’t do.

Or: it’s morbius eddie. More like Demobat vampire eddie but I think calling it morbius is funnier.

a/n: I couldn’t decide which pov I should write this from but I had the idea while sitting in bed and as someone studying wig and makeup design in college I got excited about my own idea. Besides the point: I can make a part two if you guys are interested where I go more in depth about the edster and how this came to be about?

Hawkins Indiana, if the color beige took physical form, you’re pretty sure it would be something similar to Hawkins Indiana. Hawkins was boring, Hawkins was dull, Hawkins wasn’t anything special or unique, it was like any other small town in the midwest. Which is exactly why you jumped to call the number listed on the job offer section of your college’s paper. The organizers of the listed event reaching out to an art school looking for creative minds only confirmed what you already knew: The midwest went crazy for Halloween.

It worked out perfectly, your love of horror stories and fantasy meant you already had an arsenal of creatures in mind and now you’re being provided with your favorite canvas: the human body.

You had grossly over-packed, not knowing what would be provided or if you liked the tools they supplied, your designated area was overflowing with drawings, notes, grease paints, makeup wipes and enough sponges to soak up a small pond. Everything was covered in a faint dusting of now dried hairspray from your demonstrations. It was a few hours until the gates opened up, and the half costumed scare actors in broad daylight asking about your vision was something you hadn’t expected to love so much.

Finally seeing each actor before they spread out to their respective areas was so rewarding, each monster you had crafted, brought to life and animated before you. Tireless nights with makeup artists and costume designers crafting the elaborate pieces and working on the final details paid off. Each actor flawlessly embodied the creatures you knew so intimately.

About an hour after the gates opened you decided to go on a walk, see your work in action. Frightened screams filled your ears and you smiled softly in pride. Towards the edge of the forest which surrounded the event you heard a whimper. You shook it off, maybe you were hearing things, until you heard a voice rasp “help…. Me. please” a labored gasp “please help me”

You’ve seen this before in movies, you’ve read it before in books, you’ve heard about it before in scary stories told by campfires. You knew how this would end. You would go help the seemingly weak and injured being secluded in the woods, and it would end up killing you.

But

But the voice wavering sounded too real, and this was real life so you likely wouldn’t get killed, the worse that happened would be you get scared but this person could be in danger, they sounded in pain. You still had to be smart about this. This was a terrible idea. You start forward very slowly “Can you walk?” You’re not exactly sure how much you want to go into those woods yet you continue to approach despite the pit in your stomach.

You hear a few grunts, likely the sound of standing up, a small exhale that you had the feeling was as much of a chuckle as they could muster “maybe? We’re, we’re about to find out” they choked through their words. You heard a twig snap, then a drag, pained whimpers and hisses until a figure began to take shape in the yellow street lamps. Haggard breaths grew louder and lurched steps, the cadence of which was more similar to that of a propelled falling than a walk, brought this being forward.

Long dark hair, matted and crowned in twigs and moss. Pale sheet white skin made the dirt and tattoo ink stand out. Ripped and muddied clothes. Gaping wounds on his abdomen. Huge wings, the span of which had to be at least 12 feet from end to end. Bruised, bloodied, battered and bat winged, his costume was incredible.

You were floored, you didn’t remember putting this together, wings like those must have taken him weeks to make, the look seemed to be a take on the classic vampire. You gasped. He panicked “Look I know how I might look-” “incredible” you cut him off “you look incredible! How did you do this? The pale look on your face was it airbrushed? Powdered? It looks too natural to be grease paint, and the clothes, how did you make them look so naturally distressed? And the obvious thing here, the wings! Those must have taken months!”

He tilted his head, eyes squinted in confusion “what?” he said, voice still weak, it was then you remembered why you were there “oh my god I’m so sorry I completely forgot that you're hurt. Uhm, okay uh” you paused trying to plan “okay so, there’s a place towards the center of the park I guess? I don't know what to call this place, which is so not the point and I'm getting off track. I’ll get you in there and then I can help you in better lighting with actual medical tools, let’s start walking” he immediately seemed nervous “how many people?” he struggled to walk without pain, to which you held your arm out in offer to take some pressure off whatever was hurting his gait. You weren’t sure if it would help but he seemed to move a bit better with you helping. “How many people? Like here right now? Well probably over three hundred since it’s halloween-” he stopped walking. “It’s… it’s halloween?” his eyes seemed watery, his breathing picked up and had you been paying more attention you would have noticed that you couldn't see his breath even with the cold.

“Yeah buddy, it’s halloween. Let's get you to that first aid place alright?” he nodded silently, you decided to fill the silence. “It really sucks that we have to keep the first aid place as stocked as we do, well I mean it doesn’t suck now obviously because you need it but the reasoning behind it does.”

he hummed, indicating you go on “a lot of the times park goers will attack the scare actors because they’re frightened, or to prove that they’re sooo macho to their girlfriends. And then these people who were just doing their jobs get hurt for no good reason.” there’s a pause “that’s what happened to you right? Someone got scared because of your costume and they ‘fought back’ against you even though you posed no threat in the first place?” he threw his head back and barked out a laugh then let out “fuck! Laughing hurts, but uh yeah. You kind of got it right on the mark there.”

As you neared the center the stranger got tons of compliments on his costume, he seemed shocked at this reaction, you decided not to comment on it, just kept looking forward “so stranger, what's your name?” you asked, holding the tent’s makeshift door open. “E- I’m Kas” He seemed to cut himself off “You can call me Kas.” he nodded, seemingly more to himself than you, and if you had a good look at his face when he was talking, you might have noticed the fangs that seemed to get longer as he entered a room full of cuts.

#kas!eddie #vampire!eddie #stranger things season four #eddie munson x reader #vampire!eddie x reader #eddie munson #monster!eddie #monster au #demobat!eddie #demobats #romeo writes shit

[larkermarker]

Some spooky month oc refs

Ok wooo this was a long time coming. I have 6 & 1/2 of these guys and I’ve tried to draw them all in the same style like three times. Tried to do this once last December and again in March. Got two of them done so far a few days ago.

I’ll start with some of the first characters I made (or headcanoned a design for) all the way back in November of 2022.

Character info and some extra doodles below if you want :p

Levi Sulphur

My boy. My pride and joy. His initial character did a 180 from a grumpy college student to a college student struggling with what he wants to do with his life. Levi’s a sweet guy who is a bit socially awkward. He tries his best not to inconvenience anyone. Even if that includes burying his feeling so he’s not a bother. He’s there for other people if they need a shoulder to cry on. He does have a jealousy problem that he’ll never admit. Who wouldn’t be envious of all the people around him that have their life together when he doesn’t?

Levi doesn’t have a job but he lives with his dad and younger brother. He loves to game and watch movies, especially with his brother. The two of them have a close friendship. Levi volunteers for almost anything to get himself out there and to maybe meet new people. Volunteering at a special event a certain candy store was hosting may have also lead to him developing a big dumb crush on a certain clerk. He commonly gets mistaken for his uncle so Levi and the police are very well acquainted by now.

Ethen “CB” Sulphur

Yeah this is where the “6 and a half OCs” comes in. CB is just Costume Bob from the fifth episode that I’ve shoved a bunch of headcanons into. I gave him the name “Ethen” before we knew the background vamp guy was named Ethan. I didn’t want to change my hc name since he and Levi’s names are a play on the demon Leviathan. So I just refer to him as CB to make things less confusing.

The nickname CB in my hc came from his mom when he was younger. Nobody knows what it actually means besides her. And one could only try to guess since Mrs. Sulphur is no longer around. His personality is basically the same from the episode he originally appeared in. Just gave him an interest in demons and Mokey’s Show. Also he tries to help others around him but he ends up getting in trouble most of the time due to bad luck. Also his open book and defensive attitude doesn’t tend to help. He also doesn’t have many friends outside of his older brother and Susie. CB gets jealous over how well others can befriend his fellow peers when he struggles to fit in. CB has a grudge with the Hatzgang but can’t do much about since he’s older then the trio and doesn’t want to come across as petty against kids younger than him. No matter how much he wants to, especially with Roy, punt them into the sky. So overall he’s not a bad kid he just has terrible luck in general.

My hc is that for Halloween CB went as a demon from the Mokey Show’s Christmas specials. He doesn’t think much about his actions before he does them.

#spooky month #spooky month oc #spooky month costume bob #larkart #rambles

[bulle-d-bulliver]

BUGGY'S SPOOKTACULAR SPECIAL - The Four Musketeers

hey yall ! coming out a bit of my current silence on here (i have been busy with other stuff and interested with other fandoms for now)

i'm actually participating in @swampstew's writer collaboration :

Buggy's Spooktacular Special

9 writers came together to all write their own creation about characters and their halloween costumes. check out the post above to find their works !! make sure to reblog them all if you go through them and read them ( •̀ ω •́ )✧

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Fandom : One Piece Rating : Teens and Ups, SFW Pairing : Kin'emon/Reader, O-Tsuru/Reader, Kin'emon/O-Tsuru, Kin'emon & Kiku, O-Tsuru & Kiku, Reader & Kiku Tags : ☾Fluff, Birthday, Halloween, Costumes, Romance, Friendships, Found Family, Sword Fighting, Hand Holding, Hugs, Shishilian appears temporarily ☼Gender Neutral Reader, No pronouns used, Reader is written smaller than the three others, but no specified height or weight, Kiku picks up Reader at one point ✩Written with Kin'emon being a model or adjacent father figure to Kiku in mind, and O-Tsuru being a model figure to Kiku in mind. No specified dynamic between Reader and Kiku other than them being close friends considering each other family.

Summary :

Your birthday was the 31st of October.

A.k.a., Halloween, as you knew it, from out of Wano. It was decided the four of you would be in costume, to follow tradition. You'd be lying if this gigantic show of care and love from your loved ones didn't mean the world - the universe - to you.

Word Count : 5k3

Your birthday was the 31st of October.

A.k.a., Halloween, as you knew it, from out of Wano. But the country had been now more open to new things, new cultures, now that things were better. And with that came adopting, trying, or simply respecting, holidays and events from other cultures.

So Halloween was coming, and so was your birthday.

Upon deciding to proceed with this plan of fusing the two occasions, it was also decided the four of you would be in costume, to follow tradition - and please you, even if you had waved your hands frantically and assured them 'it's fine it's fine, you don't have to !'. They were plenty aware you were delighted by the idea, even with your backpedaling of it. So costumes it would be for the four of you. And individually handmade costumes, on top of that, would turn this into a fun challenge with an end result to look back on with delight and pride. Something to keep on display as a homage to a day that mattered not just for you, but for everyone.

You'd be lying if this gigantic show of care and love from your loved ones didn't mean the world - the universe - to you.

So there you all went on the search for ideas, one by one getting to the creation of your masterpieces.

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Kiku didn't search very far, for an idea, truthfully. She went with a demon - of course, of course, she had - but for this special occasion, and you who seemed to like Halloween so much, she wanted to do something different than what she knew. She decided to delve into different cultures, researching and preparing as much in advance of the work as she could. Kiku initially thought of going for a specific type of demon or demon equivalent from one culture, but she remembered you told her one day about how fun it was when doing character 'types' - to mold a vague concept into something that you owned and identified with. So, with that in mind, she decided to try this idea. Follow the general structure of what consisted of a demon in the fiction and myths of another culture - perhaps from the East Blue - but create her own... 'demon character'. It still matched the importance of it to her, but the challenge made it all the more exciting.

Kiku got to work fairly early on in the time she had until the deadline day. She actually had a pretty good knowledge on creating clothes; she'd had to learn that early on during her youth, and her time with O-Tsuru helped as well as the woman shaped her knowledge further when they had a few occasions for it. She was confident in her abilities to do it, and to find ways to succeed if she struggled.

The first step was the robe. It was black, in a thick tissue to keep some warmth but shaped in a way that created a lot of folds, enhanced with the thinly braided belt, using a golden yellow color for it to pop out. Kiku had gotten her hands on a material she had never worked with from out of Wano - golden and shiny, thin and slightly transparent - that she wanted to implement on the robe, but upon making mistake after mistake despite her careful efforts she decided to get Kin'emon's help. Kiku didn't ask him to do it for her, but to help her figure out the right way to go about it while applying the material. She didn't lose time to use what she'd just learned for her costume, adding on - the dress coming out gorgeous, looking a little otherworldly despite its simplicity. Adding onto it the detail she'd purposefully left space for : a tail, with a very thin, flexible piece of metal inside to keep it curved constantly, with the same shade of black as the robe. It ended in a bident, the two little spears at the end a sneaky little detail referring to Oden's two swords, a small tribute to her late caretaker and lord, bringing a tingle of bittersweet pride to her heart anytime her eyes landed on it.

Now came the part to make her more demon-looking. On her open back sat broken, black wings with only their stumps remaining like they'd been ripped off, speaking of a tragic event. She found it rather ironic : a parallel to her lost arm, her character losing a major limb but striving on despite it all. Kiku found it fitting.

She also added horns, that she made light enough to stay on her head which would keep it glued safely, but easy to get off, also black, long, and curved up then back. Golden paint spiraled around the horns, crossing onto each other and catching the light beautifully. With it, she modified an arm-length black glove to resemble claws, the fingertips replaced with curved talons dulled for safety.

Kiku initially thought to stop there when she was done, looking in the mirror to check if it all came together well. But it was missing something, something that felt like a key element. And as her eyes drifted to her blade, sitting safely on its holder... She knew what she needed to add to complete it.

The mask was painted black, the shape of it oh so different from what she knew, smooth except for vague shapes and cavities, for the eyes, nose, and mouth. The pitch blackness was as if looking into the void, a black hole, so deep it was hard to look away... And your eyes would be spiraling into hers, the skin around her eyes and the inside of the mask's eye holes painted white to strike. Kiku had considered adding gold to match the color palette, but decided against it.

Looking herself over in the mirror, Kiku nodded at her reflection. She felt extremely proud of the results and how gorgeous it came out. It wasn't perfect, a few mistakes visible. She was fine with it. She was glad for them, they weren't unwelcomed - Kiku worked hard for this, and hard work meant mistakes. It showed she tried despite hardships - and did it.

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Kin'emon wasn't sure what to do. He had full confidence in his skills and abilities when it came to clothing - his devil fruit wouldn't work as well if he didn't have an eye for good design and aesthetics. Sure, a lot of his fashion knowledge came from Wano... but he'd learned a lot, from the point he'd left to the future, and then made his way back to his homeland. Using his devil fruit only made his actual skills come in handy for something quickly done and temporary. And skills he had, a passion he didn't want to turn into more than that, something he was quite good at. Many people didn't expect him to be a person of arts, especially not a clothing designer.

Many ideas came to mind, but all of them were samurai-related, and yes, yes he could do that, he could, but he thought maybe he needed to be a little more clever than that. Maybe a lot more clever, something really inspiring, awestruck everyone, something breathtaking and... Back on track - Kin'emon needed to find the perfect idea. Because Kin'emon never did things half - okay maybe sometimes, especially his own self.

He was busier than he had anticipated during the time of creation of the costumes. Busy with matters, unfortunately, more pressing than a birthday event - ones that you even, on your own, pushed him to focus on when you'd noticed the situation - even if he was adamant he'd get it done; the samurai wasn't one to give up that easily.

Even so, he was left with a lot less time than he anticipated, especially since his family made sure to bully him to rest. Kin'emon sketched out many ideas, but too soon, there was already way too little time left to make the costume...

So he settled for a fire fox spirit. So, okay, not very clever, but it's very him, and it was at least something he knew he could get done before the deadline without having anyone chewing him out for overworking.

No- Actually- Screw that ! It was very clever, thank you, Kin'emon thought, when he looked at the kimono he'd created with his own hands. It took more time and effort than he'd figured without using his devil fruit... And okay, well, maybe it'd been a minute since he hadn't relied on it. So, sew him ! Fiery auburn with the bottom edges pitch black then blinding white, yellow freckles in places like fire particles, made using a shining thread he kept aside 'just in case' for a special project - this was more than special enough. The kimono was pretty simple but did the job, and Kin'emon liked it enough that he was now figuring he'd probably wear it as it was sometimes. The belt was the same color as the main one and kept in place an addition behind him : a furry, fluffy fox tail big enough to match Kin'emon's height and width. He had ears to match in his hair, the band hidden into its thickness, and his hands and feet were painted black like a fox's paws.

Yes. Not very clever, but also incredibly clever in a Kin'emon way, and it was good.

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O-Tsuru would very quickly assure she was very interested in the idea of this, enamored by the fun of it all. But she wasn't very enthralled to costume as something, rather more interested in using a theme as a base for a new outfit she'd create. She'd asked you when the idea was initially proposed, and you promised her she didn't need to go with a costume if she didn't want to, and putting together a new outfit, a special one for the occasion, worked just as well. It was about the fun of it all, after all, not for it to be stressed over traditions and rules that weren't important. O-Tsuru had been relieved - she knew you wouldn't shoot her down, if she asked, or get upset if she truly didn't want to - but she didn't want to potentially disappoint you either. She valued important dates, and it being your birthday... Well regardless, you were more than happy with this, so, so was she !

First came the step of deciding what to do, but she had way too many ideas to just go and already start on one. She made sketch after sketch of designs, then sorted through the ones she liked the most; choosing was hard, so she got O-Tama to help her, the girl immediately pointing to the design based on a white crane - O-Tsuru's favorite bird - and pointing to her at the same time, excited about this particular one because of the style of one of her kimonos, the one O-Tama was the most familiar with.

With decisive nods exchanged and a good warm hug before an offer for some food and tea together, she was ready to get to work.

Dedicated and hard-working were two adjectives everyone would use first when talking about O-Tsuru. This new project saw a new level of such qualities from her, resulting in her best work yet, in her honest - and very accurate opinion, from how self-critical she was for it. She juggled between her shop, her usual volunteering help around town, and her active social life without a sweat, as if she was gracefully throwing balls into the air and looping them between her hands. O-Tsuru knew when to take breaks to work on her design so she wouldn't mess up something by overworking herself or attempting to work while in the wrong state of mind to focus. The woman valued paying attention to details, in her creation just as much as her time.

It was with eyes shining with pride that O-Tsuru admired her completed handiwork, standing in front of a tall mirror. A pure white kimono with the added pattern to it being plants you'd find near rivers in a very simplistic style using a dulled, greyish blue, the painted plants reaching up from the bottom of the kimono to feel almost life-sized.

A large, pastel blue obi tied around her waist kept it all in place with the proper accessories to go with her kimono. To add to it all, she added golden jewelry, something simple, but a pop of color to bring it together.

But the masterwork of it all was around her shoulders. A coat flowed down her arms, kept in place with little rings at the ends looped around her middle fingers on each hand. The coat was so special because it was shaped like elegant, long crane wings, following the movement of her arms gracefully.

To both the coat and kimono, there was a very subtle, delicate, detailed work of feathers into the tissue. The crafted feathers could be felt faintly if one's fingers were to brush the clothes, catching the light in an almost ethereal way.

It was that modest detail in plain view, something registered by the brain but unable to readily describe, that made it all look so beautiful.

Once noticed, it really hit how much effort O-Tsuru put into it.

She didn't do any different make-up than her usual other than making it a little more visible. She wasn't looking to stand out in her 'costume', only wanting appreciation for her work, especially from her family.

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So came the early morning of your birthday and the holiday Wano had decided to celebrate to partake in new cultures.

The four of you were to meet once in the early morning at O-Tsuru's and Kin'emon's residence to show off your costumes before everyone took off to take care of their own personal affairs, then planned on meeting up again at late lunchtime in town to a restaurant you liked to start on the birthday celebrities.

You heard three voices as you opened the door, noting Kiku had gotten there before you had, and it was with a lot of barely-contained excitement that you rushed in to get a look at everyone. You gasped, a broad smile overtaking your face as a thrilled noise left you.

"You all did so good !" You praised your family, looking them over, making each of them spin to showcase their creations.

"You're not so bad yourself, my love," O-Tsuru mischievously answered, making you spin in turn, which you did with flourish.

"Musketeer huh ? We should have seen it coming," Kin'emon laughed, Kiku chuckling along with him.

Well, true enough, they really should have. Your little love for the swashbuckling genre was no secret to anyone who listened to you for more than a minute, so of course you had to try your hand at your very own romanticized musketeer attire ! It took a lot of effort and help from people who weren't those three to get it made, as you didn't have the experience to do that particular project, but you'd learned plenty and had ideas that ended up being pretty nice and brought it all together - something you were quite proud of.

"We'll be going now, to make sure we can get everything done," Kiku gently warned you, smiling. "I'm excited to spend your birthday with you."

Aw. Shucks.

"So am I !" You assured, hands on your hips. "I can't wait for it to be early afternoon and start it all."

Kin'emon sighed softly, one hand coming up to brush against your cheek with affection, big fingers smooshing your skin, an amused expression on his face, finding you seemingly endearing.

"We will see you then, my love."

"Don't tire yourself out too much before we meet again," O-Tsuru reminded you, a glint of smugness in her voice from the teasing.

"Aye aye, ma'am," you rolled your eyes at your partner, not without a smile.

The four of you broke off then, each to their respective plans for the morning.

You couldn't wait to see what this day had in store for you.

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Busy town with busy people, and not in a way that grated your ears and made your head buzz uncomfortably; rather, it was boisterous in a way that felt comfortable and homey, filled with happiness and laughter. It was nice. Very nice.

You were standing in front of the restaurant, away from the door to avoid bothering anyone wishing to enter or leave easily, people watching while waiting for your partners and your friend. A booming voice called out your name from the side of the street you weren't looking at, and when you turned with a smile to wave at Kin'emon... You found yourself dumbfounded, instead, blinking owlishly at the three figures walking toward you, stopping once they reached the restaurant.

You blinked a few more times, trying to understand what you were looking at.

It was Kiku, Kin'emon, and O-Tsuru, alright, but it was them in musketeers costumes matching yours.

"What ???" Was all you could muster, gesturing to their clothes with wild hands.

Kiku laughed behind her hand at your surprise, offering it for you to take, warming yours under her gloved palm.

"That book you like, it has three musketeers, and you told us people often make it four. Right ?" She explained slowly, letting you put it together.

"But ! What about your costumes ? You all worked so hard on them all, and they looked *so* good !" You protested.

"You're right ! We did. It is not wasted effort, my love. They will be used and appreciated, just not this afternoon." Kin'emon reassured you, patting your and Kiku's hand. You huffed at this, pouting, only a little genuine, mostly playful.

"I guess, then, that's fine."

"Do you not like it ?" Inquired Kiku.

"No, no ! I... I adore it. It's really sweet, and doing a group costume feels... I don't know, it's hard to explain. It feels, nice. Very nice." You smiled sweetly up at her, a little embarrassed.

"We promise we didn't waste our efforts and time, dear," O-Tsuru added, catching your eyes with hers. "But we also knew this would be a wonderful little birthday gift."

"You're right, it is. Thank you, all of you. I love this gift."

Sharing smiles and laughter, you entered the restaurant, it being well time to enjoy a good meal before going on your little town birthday escapade.

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Lunch went fairly quickly, even as you were scolded by O-Tsuru not to rush when you had choked on your food, much to the amused delight of Kiku and Kin'emon. It wasn't long before the four of you entered the heart of the festival put together to celebrate Autumn, in general, taking the occasion to try new things such as this.

Around you were many stands and activities, so much to see and share with excitement.

One particular stand, full of different teas in jars, and tea sets even, caught O-Tsuru's eye, as she let out a small 'oh !' of interest, Kiku excitedly bumping her shoulder into hers and hushing her over to the stand so they could look at it together. You were about to follow them, always adoring hearing your lover and friend gush about that interest of theirs, even if you sometimes got a bit lost, when a warm hand tugged on yours a little too eagerly; a proud Kin'emon grinned at you, eyes crinkling as he took you a bit further away, into a more spacious place not far from the stand where the others were at - it was on the end of the street, opening into a town square. You watched as he made a loud noise, getting people's attention, asking them to give a bit of space for the two of you. Everyone recognized him, all following along with his request, some grumbling but most looking amused and intrigued.

Kin'emon took a fencing stance, after getting his sword out, smiling brightly. Finding yourself dumbfounded again, for the second time this day, you drew your sword as well, taking position with clumsy confusion.

"Stance a little lacking, my love, don't you think ?" He teased.

You huffed, playfully, fixing it.

"It happens that I decided to add to our surprise for you. Granted, I had been planning this for far longer than our group costume decision... But still, it is rather fitting."

"You learned fencing ?" You sounded a little emotional as you asked.

"That I did, my love. Be ready !"

With a laugh, you prepared yourself for his little impromptu sparing session.

It was a short one, a small round or two only, not aiming to do much more than clash swords and try to make the other lose composure - or better, laugh.

Kin'emon showed to be skilled in this, more than someone who'd just picked it up, but he was a skilled swordsman, even if in a different form of it. But you got your fair amount of making him fumble, loving the way he'd exclaim and praise you.

There was no real winner, truthfully, less of a competition and more of a little duo dance of swords, only having a little fun until O-Tsuru called for the both of you, to continue through the festival.

You did get a quick peck on your cheek from Kin'emon, as you were making sure your safely put-away sword rested securely on your side.

"Thank you for indulging me, my love."

"It's not indulging you if you're the one offering such a sweet surprise, Kin'emon. Thank you." You chastised him softly while you took his hand in yours to tug him back to the group to continue forward.

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The next notable stop was when you reached an art stand, exposing various works on different medias, and different styles, showing the various artists that came together to bring this to the public eye for the festival.

It seemed the running theme was the late Oden, present in everything in some shape or form, even if vague. It brought you to a quiet thinking as you looked over the artworks, listening to Kiku and Kin'emon softly start a discussion about their deceased leader-slash-family.

A soft touch on your shoulder brought you out of your little bubble, your smiling partner pointing to the two with a sign to keep silent. You nodded, quietly moving away, letting them both have their moment. O-Tsuru held your hand in hers, once again nothing but soft touch, linking your fingers together. As lean as her fingers were, they were still bigger than yours due to her height, making your heart skip a bit at the notice of it.

O-Tsuru sat on a bench, graceful as always, inviting you to join her on her side, keeping your linked hands on her lap, her free one joining the other to cup yours, with a faint almost reverent intent to it. You felt more than flustered at the thought of such a thing, looking away and attempting - failing - to conceal the surprised little noise that escaped your lips. But you didn't stop yourself from slightly leaning against her side, a happy, wobbly smile making your cheeks look adorable.

With a hint of smugness, O-Tsuru decided to turn this into an assassination attempt via words, low voice keeping it private, just the two of you on that bench as the festival went on around you.

"Remember, always, how loved and cared for you are, by us, dear. Do not doubt it for a second." She eventually whispered, having enjoyed the way she'd made you flustered beyond recovery, deciding to give you a little break. "I love you very dearly, dear. So does he, very much. Kiku, just as well as us."

O-Tsuru followed her reminders with more praises, soft, watery rose words feeling like you were being hugged with affection, your skin tingling from the fluster you felt until you couldn't take it anymore, hiding your face under the brim of your hat, teeth biting on your bottom lip to stop yourself from whining out complains. You felt your lover shake with her hidden laughter more than heard her, but it was easy to imagine the glint in her eyes as she took in the sight of you unable to even know how to answer back, useless under a few sweet words of love and affection from her.

Hell, there were days where just meeting her gaze was enough to send you reeling into fluster land, especially with how O-Tsuru would hold it with a smile you knew meant... Well nothing specific per se, but the intent, intent such as this situation, of leaving you under a pile of little hearts that kept spurting out of your head as you simply drowned in them.

Instead now, with a little content sigh, O-Tsuru warmed your hand between hers as you waited for your family to get back to you, once they were done with their reminiscing, letting them take as long as needed - you were sitting in silence together, enjoying the closeness and the ambiance of it all...

...Little circles rubbed on your knuckles a clear enough 'I love you'.

♣

You'd found a stand with a large aquarium tub, filled with clear, healthy water, and the necessary environment for water creatures to thrive. To say you were currently fascinated by the colorful fishes swirling around it would be an understatement; it was like all your thoughts had vanished, replaced with only 'fish' in broad, bold letters in your mind.

So of course you were a little startled when a tall, strong lady decided to pick you up and steal you away with a giggle, like you were just a sack of potatoes to be delivered. Kiku quickly quieted down your whining by pointing to an adjacent stand... Game stand, you corrected yourself, currently being attempted to be won by Kin'emon, the big price being something related to cranes - all you could tell, from afar - next to a very amused O-Tsuru.

"Bet she's gonna win it herself after he miserably fails a hundred times ?" You snorted, looking up at Kiku.

"Oh, definitely. It would not be fun otherwise !" She laughed earnestly, putting you down.

The both of you settled to hang around where you'd paused, simply taking to people watching, taking a breath to just exist. You didn't always get a chance to, with how busy Kiku could get, often. You understood it well enough, being so as well with all the work needed around the country in so many various forms; you sighed and stretched, a little relieved to get a silent break with her.

You didn't mind either when she decided to break it with a call of your name before her question.

"What made you settle on the musketeer ?"

"Mmh," you thought, "I'm not sure. I actually have to admit I'm not that well-versed in the details of their history. I just liked the swashbuckling genre... But even then, I'm no professional connoisseur. A little silly to say, I'll give you that."

"Although, only a little." Kiku nudged your side with her hand. "Why pick it then ?"

"It feels me. Or something like that. People tend to associate the vibes of them with me, and I kind of did too. It just speaks to me, and I see myself in it even if I don't necessarily know a huge amount of information about it."

"I see. I can understand that, I think."

You hummed, letting her gather her answer.

"You do share many values of it. And, additionally, yes the aesthetic suits you." You both shared a chuckle. She proceeded to list a few things she thought matched well with you, from the genre and notions of it.

You shook your head a little, giving her an affectionate look that she offered back. Silently, without needing to say anything, the two of you exchanged a gentle hug. You decided to trade back some compliments to her yourself, equally, feeling her smile against your shoulder.

A cry of victory made you separate, turning to see Kin'emon cheering loudly.

"Times are changing, I suppose." Kiku ominously commented, making you snort once again.

♣

Fulfilling, memorable, treasurable. Words from many you could pick to describe what this day had been for you, leaving you tired in all the best ways, although you knew you'd probably pass out the moment you'd sit on a cushion once you all decided to make it back to Kin'emon's and O-Tsuru's residence.

Currently resting, giving your poor legs a break before you leave the festival for a more private birthday setting, you made a noise in the back of your throat, bringing the attention of your family back to you.

"I wanted to thank you guys. For today. And the surprises. And.. Well. For being in my life. Sappy stuff like that, you know." You managed to gradually say then huff out, a little embarrassed.

"Shouldn't we be the ones showering you in thanks and 'sappy stuff' ?" Remarked Kiku, not without a raised eyebrow and a toothy grin she hid behind a closed fist.

You threw your hands up, palms open.

"No more ! I beg. I think I'll explode."

Kin'emon laughed earnestly, visibly stopping himself from what he'd been apparently about to say, giving you an adoring look you chose to avoid, although not without a little smile his way first.

"At the very least, accept us cheering for today, dear." O-Tsuru objected.

You sighed playfully, giving in with a bow of your head, immediately followed by earnest words from all three.

Loudly interrupted by a surprised shout, from a voice you knew well.

Shishilian appraised you four with glowing pride, visibly pleased with your choice of costume. Kiku immediately offered a short explanation of the occasion and their surprise to you.

Of course, the lion didn't waste a second to then praise your choice, looking all too smug - faltering when you mentioned enjoying the romance in the fictional genre you so liked, changing the subject immediately with a grumpy grumble.

"How about we keep this moment immortalized, instead, now, mh ?" Shishilian offered, bringing confusion to you and your group. He gruffly showed what he'd been in town for - a brand new camera, one of those imported technologies they'd been able to get here thanks to some help. Your friend gestured to you all, with the camera, and taking the hint, the four of you gathered close, posing each in your own decided ways; by that you meant all three of them had their elegance and grace in their stances while you decided to be obnoxious to ruin the seriousness of it, at the last second, ending up looking goofy and dorky on the resulting photo. You were proud of yourself when you saw the way your lovers and friends appreciated the silliness in their own ways.

You weren't sure what the rest of the slowly finishing day had in store for you, or the next month, the end of the year, or the one after it... One thing you knew,

you were loved, and cared for, and there was no changing that, not anytime soon.

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Ghost au! Now Named Run from paradise!

Edit i forgot to add Rain lmao

All content for this AU will be tagged under ghostRFP.

Any way time for:

Our favorite ghoul’s info dump! And some extra info.

•works in the church, how summoning works and why mask.

Those in the ghost project server under their Papa until the Papa retires or is removed, yet the ghouls don’t just leave or become part of the work force, they stay with the ex Papa they served under as a special task force and body guards. A few ghouls are there to work along the siblings taking care of normal chores, example Cowbell.

There used to be many ghouls at the abbey, all working in an assigned place like the boiler room or the kitchen, even in hose keeping. But after a strangely mutated variant of the Black Plague, unleashed into the ministry by an unknown enemy, while humans weren’t affected ghouls started dropping like flies, the plague killed many leaving only a handful of them after it was successfully eradicated using an ancient ritual. This plague caused some ghouls to run away out of fear becoming renegades and always on the move.

It it said that Secondo guarded his ghouls like they where family, making sure no one or nothing got close to their home outside the mystery.

How summoning works.

For a summoning there needs to be a whiling host and ghoul, for ghouls this can take from a simple conversation to months worth of exchange between the summoner and the ghoul. For humans is more simple as it’s normally siblings or devoted followers looking to serve their church in a better way. The rituals need to be done when the bail between world is low, normal during the first fool moon of each month or during Halloween when is at it’s lowest.

When summoned both ghoul and human become one leaving as a new being all together, with the attributes of both, their old memories (both ghoul and human)are dormant forever sealed away, although it’s common to remember some things like sensations or small flashes. It’s rare but sometimes a memory is so strong it survives the summoning process, like a love for someone, some things like the love of water or a favorite food.

Band ghouls

Band ghouls are the highest rank a ghoul can get, making them important as they are directly under the Papa, they take mostly rehearse and take care of the band’s equipment, they take orders from the Papa and some high ranking members. They do official chores and can be sent to with the Papa to represent the church at events.

Current era band ghouls:

•Aether: beefy boy himself! Aether was the first to be summoned by Copia while Terzo was still Papa, Aether remembers a lot from hell as his memories are important for his spells and knowledge but the memories of who he was before are wiped out, he only knows that he was relieved to leave hell before being summoned, he’s the dad of the group making sure they don’t get into front and looks out for them. Will go ballistic if any of them get hurt. He’s 28 and has been on earth 4 years.

•Dewdrop: a fire ghoul in all sense of the word, a pride and stubborn one really, always pushing Aether’s buttons and teasing the others. Never takes it to far though, and the only one save from his antics is Rain. Dew was summoned during a abnormally hot summer night. He’s smaller than other fire ghouls, this granted him to be exiled of his family while in hell, he remembers very little from those years and he’s grateful for that yet on thing always stands out, a water ghoul named who helped him survive those harsh years but where separated when he was summoned. “Go for it I̵̪̋ϱ̶̙̂ṋ̸͑ǫ̸̎ƨ̷͕͑” an echo always so present in his mind. He’s 26 and has been 3 years on earths.

•Mountain: the tall guy himself he’s a quiet man always on his own things, taking care of plants or practicing on his drums. He’s the prime example of a summoning well done, all his memories gone he’s there to stat over and so he did, grateful for the opportunity he’s ready to help, the voice of reason and a gentle giant. Some times does falls on helping Dew with his pranks poor guy always ready to help. He has to bend a bit just to fit through doors, it has happened that he bonks on the frames by accident. Good with tools he’ll fix stuff just for the fun of it. He’s 28 and has being 3 years on earth.

•Rain: Shy guy really he’s the second to last to be summoned by Copia and a rocky start in earth, scared of everything poor Rain ran away before he could even introduce himself bumping into Terzo’s ghouls giving himself a nasty scare, and then Copia’s ghouls shoved up making everything even more difficult for Rain who at this point was on the floor. He didn’t know that his family arranged him to get to earth with Copia so he wasn’t prepared and overall overwhelmed, luckily he has family here, his sister Mist who made everyone leave so he could calm down. He’s very creative and love to take long walks around the forest near the ministry, still very shy though is taking him time to get used to everything. He has his sister and friends to help him though. He’s 20 with 2 and a half years in earth

•Swiss: THE multi ghoul king ,he strangely remembers a lot more of his human life that the others, remembering dances and songs, even some foods, he’s okay with that as he love the fun night life of the humans all the noise and lights, he’s all in for it, sometimes sneaking out the church to party, that gave him a long lecture with Imperator. A chaotic one along Dew he doesn’t mind not remembering much he’s there to have fun some times he can be seen sneaking out with Secondo’s ghouls. He’s 25 and has being 2 years on earth.

•Cirrus: The first ghoulette summoned by copia, her summoning wasn’t fun, she tried backing out when she found out her partner wasn’t going to be summoned with her but it was to late leaving her heart broken in a strange world. The others tried helping her adapt but the memories of love and sorrow where so strong they survived the summoning process, being a vivid memory in her head for 5 painful months. Copia seeing this tried all those months to communicate with the ghoulette parter, until one night they finally got her, but she wasn’t going to be able to be summoned until halloween so Copia helped the two communicate in the meantime helping Cirrus get back to her feet and showing her musical talents, she’s now loving and sassy lady, ready ho keep Cumulus happy and being a loving girlfriend to her both happier than ever. She’s 21 being in earth for 2 years.

•Cumulus: Girlfriend to Cirrus, she’s an all loving ghoul even in hell those two where always together in love from all their adventures. Until one day Cirrus accepted joining those on earth, both thought they where going together since both heard the conversation with copia, but when only Cirrus was summoned Cumulus was left behind on hell, she stayed on the summoning sight heart broken. It was a painful wait until Copia managed to contact her, she agreed to be summoned ignoring her old life a without Cirrus she didn’t had anyone else. After a long wait she was finally back with her partner their light returned to each other’s world. Normally a ghoul has a name already chosen for them but the ladies ignored that in favor to name themselves Cirrus and Cumulus, their love capable to transcend realms. Cumulus is now a love bug who a ray of sunshine to the ghoul pack, don’t let that fool you though she’s a strong woman who will kick your ass if you try to take advantage of anyone. She’s 20 being in earth for 2 years.

•Sunshine: the youngest at 18 she’s the newest member for Copia’s ghouls a small menace to society who’s also a ray of sunshine, she’s full of energy being a hybrid of fire and air, will fly to everywhere no matter how close it is, she’s the baby sister to the group but she doesn’t like being babied, she’s independent and ready to tackle you if you try to even look at her, the partner in crime for Dew these two make problems in the abbey like their life depends on it, still she has the watchful eyes of the ghoulettes on her ready to help her if she needs to and she’s grateful for that. Her memories are the ones that are most vivid , flashes of both lives invade her dreams but they’re slowly fading away, Copia believes is a side effect pf the summoning . She’s only being on earth for 8 months.

Right hand ghouls

Right hand ghouls are hand picked ghouls to server as a right hand man to their Papa, they attend special missions and help with paperwork. Can be moved to backstage/security if they wish, many stay in band though. They’re the closest you’ll get to speaking to the Papa but this can change, Primo never really spoke to the siblings being Alpha his official messenger, while Terzo always loved to chitchat Mist only passing messages to the clergy.

Right hand ghouls as of now:

Alpha-Primo

Omega-Secondo

Mist-Terzo

TBN-Copia

Why masks?

Masks are important for the ghouls specially during concerts and daytime, as strong the sunlight is really strong on them leaving them blind if even a glimpse directly to the sun. They can still enjoy sunlight even looking for sunny patches to sleep on, but their eyes are sensitive to it. And the masks helps them see normally and hides their demonic attributes to the human eye. The without the masks they would pass as a normal person and probably cause havoc. So that’s why the masks are made to attract attention and to give a hint of their demonic origins.

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[mshexley]

Some of my reboot headcanons

The reboot timeline was created by one of the OGs (don’t ask me the specifics of how that works). I wanna say Johnny or Pierce. Johnny because he’s more sentimental than ppl give him credit for so he likes the power of friendship stuff. Pierce because of how it takes a lot of hustle culture and the whole “Be Your Own Boss” mantra. Hell they might’ve worked on it together.

It would kind of work like The Sims but free will is permanently on. They like to watch it occasionally.

Boss is from Stilwater but since it’s so connected to their pent up anger, they don’t talk about it.

OG!Boss heard about Pierce and Johnny’s little project and put Carlos in it for a second chance.

OG!Boss went back some time later and put Lin in too and Donnie just for Lin. Johnny helped with this one.

The main four have designated karaoke songs. Ones that they just HAVE to sing when they come across it. Especially duets.

Reddit in some form exists and Kevin will sometimes play THAT song to mess with the others. Specially early in the morning.

That scene from TUA where they’re all dancing in different rooms? Yeah that happens often in The Church.

Despite Kevin being allergic, Snickerdoodle likes sleeping in his room and will often run to him because he lets her get away with stuff the most.

After Eli got the apartment, he met the Boss first who needed somewhere to stay after coming to town. Then they met Kevin at a party Boss took Eli to. Then Neenah because she was looking to move away from the other Panteros during her time of trying to formally break into the world.

The reboot saints throw Halloween events so kids can trick r treat without the threat of violence. (There’s gangsters, not monsters)

They also do it for other holidays too. Shirtless Santa FTW.

Several members from the Panteros and the Idols joined the Saints. The former Panteros think it feels like a real family and not what Sergio turned it into and the former Idols feel the Saints are really about that or at least don’t put up some front.

It’s so cool because the Saints will now have a tall woman wielding a sledgehammer for them and the glow stick folks all just dressed in purple.

Santo Illeso Pride?? They got their own float AND they provide security. No cops at pride.

#That’s all I can think of #More kept popping up as I was writing this #Saints row

[screamqueenlibrarian]

The Impact of Horror in My Life

by Dakota M.

Finding comfort in the items around oneself is rather common. Some individuals have blankets, songs, stuffed animals, toys, and etc. Even I myself have an orange fat tabby cat stuffed animal named Pumpkin. I could possibly always listen to music, but it did not bring me as much comfort as other forms of entertainment. Toys? Sure, as a kid, I remember having these My Little Pet Shop animals that I loved. Blankets? Absolutely, I love the comfort of a soft blanket. However, nothing comforted me more than the genre of Horror.

Horror a genre of jump scares, suspense, and gore. Yet even as a little girl I found comfort in all three of those staples of the genre. The creepy has always given me a sense of self. I remember the times I would wake up early around the Halloween season to watch Goosebumps by R.L. Stine on Cartoon Network from Elementary school into Junior High. The main title song rings a sense of nostalgia deep inside. A sense of home reached for me out of the pages of Scary Stories to Tell in the Dark by Alvin Schwartz. I found this home within the collected stories over the decades.

I could place memories of watching Killer Klowns from Outerspace with my Dad and Nana at the Holiday Twin Drive-In located in Fort Collins, CO. Always going the concession stand grabbing popcorn, drinks, and some candy. We also brought a meal from KFC so that we ate dinner while waiting for the sky to go dark. At this exact drive-in I have watched: Beetlejuice, War of the Worlds, Zombieland, The Addams Family, The Night of the Living Dead, Halloween, and more. This has been constant in my life, and a thing I take pride in even.

In high school I wrote reports on many horror-based subjects. For psychology it was about real serial killers, for art it was about capturing the horror in everyday photography, and for English it was all about writing my own stories for the genre. High school marked an era for my life where I began to cosplay. Creepy anime was big for me to cosplay at that point. Death Note, Soul Eater, and High School of the Dead. I got to see my comfort range across all forms of entertainment.

Getting into my adult years I began to cosplay from Resident Evil, Halloween 1978, Scream 1996, The Bride of Chucky, Dead by Daylight, and many other titles. Core memories made with the horror genre, the spooky stories, ghost tales, and the macabre. I began watching horror shows as well. One held a special place in my heart though. I watched Stranger Things season 1 the day it first came out. Love at first dice roll, so to speak. Relatability for bullied and downtrodden, plus the music was a bop. At this point I was trying to do college work, work, and still find myself.

Finding myself came through events that shook my life. A little after a few of those events COVID-19 hit. I found myself losing my mind in the solitude of the lock down. No horror movies at the theaters with friends and family, no boardgames, no cosplay events, and almost no outside time. I spoke with my best friends, and we came up with an idea. I should stream on Twitch. WitchyBunBun was born. This felt like me.

WitchyBunBun a stream name for a horror fanatic, who also happens to be into magical practices perfect. The channel theme is two important things in my life: Stranger Things and Horror. My comfort in the horror genre, the macabre, the creepy, and some D&D 80s horror show got to shine for all. Horror not only was my childhood comfort, but it also became my everyday comfort. Becoming a part of my everyday life, and dreams for careers. I have made a name for myself from the memories I shared with my Nana and Dad.

#horror #WitchyBunBun #stranger things #80s #childhood #childhood nostalgia #blog #podiescast #halloween #horror movies #comfort #twitch #college student #macabre #memories

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[luigra]

Are you the same luigra I saw in joe's stream chat the other day?

Yup! :D I may hang out there not as often as some other folks, but I try to pay a visit every now and then!

#maybe I should change my pfp to skullheart again because it's my ''brand'' #but that zloy looks just oh so much cuter #i use skullheart on everywhere else tho #haven't changed my discord pfp in years now #other than on special events like halloween or pride #but Luigra should still be a very recognizable name #I love it because it's unique to me #asks

[shirophantomvox]

Random date night with Illumi, Hisoka, and Chrollo

Hello, anon! Ask and you shall receive! This prompt is very interesting and I will try to keep it in character as much as possible. To sum this up, Hisoka would take you to an ice cream shop, a carnival, or apple orchard while Illumi would rather go to an art or historical museum. Chrollo would persuade you to attend a book reading/author signing or go hiking. Depending on who you are and what your ideal date is, I’m sure you’d find them all fun. Going to a carnival or apple orchard is my go-to since I’ve barely been because they’re all in the suburbs. These headcanons are explained much more than the others. That is why Chrollo and Illumi seem to be short, but they’re not. Also, I can’t wait for Halloween because these headcanons are going to be amazing. I am extremely sorry if there are grammar errors! Taking classes on Zoom is frustrating and now my brain has to relearn everything that I lost in 3 months! Before we get started, I have a few announcements.

This post is more laid back than my other headcanons because I tried to keep it as canon as possible.

I want to thank you all for 65 followers! It means a lot! I’m happy to see that a lot of you enjoy my writing and like it enough to follow me! I have a challenge for you! When I reach 100 followers, I will host some type of writing event here...but I need ideas. I’ve seen some pages do specials where you can send an ask and pretend like you're talking to a character and I respond with what they’d say. SEND ME IDEAS! I WILL CREDIT YOU!

I will be stepping back a little more than before. I’ll still be logged in and re-blogging but as far as writing posts like this...it may only be once or twice a week. You see, I’m in college and I’m struggling financially and I have to work on scholarships. If you all send me an ask, be patient.

Voltron posts will only be created based on asks. I will not be writing posts about VLD if no one requests them. I do not receive any feedback from it anymore and no one seems to like them.

Now, let’s get into the post.

Let's start with Illumi first.

Headcanon 1: Illumi has a secret admiration for different types of art but he specifically enjoys pop art and surrealism. He has commented on how surrealism makes his brain twist and his feelings swirl as he tries to figure out the piece and what inspires it.

He prefers not to participate in tours as he likes to digest the art at his own pace.

Headcanon 2: In his spare time, he paints on a canvas. His art style consists of both surrealism and abstract art. For a person with a dark personality, his compositions always contain bright colors and abstract techniques that leave you wondering about his TRUE personality. He is truly a good man with a bright personality but after being abused for so long, those behaviors/personalities have been shoved so far down his throat that they may not come back up.

He has a bad habit of asking you what you thought about every single piece of art you passed. The conversations were great but this is a date after all. The playful conversation slowly turns into a lecture about art. Although you loved your bf’s dictionary-like brain it also drained your energy.

One of his favorite artists is Vincent Van Gough. Although he favors surrealism, Van Gogh’s art style was mind-blowing to him. So amazed that he buys several Van Gogh t-shirts from the gift shop.

His favorite piece created by Van Gough is “Starry Night”.

He notices that you are becoming bored and decides that it is time for MORE excitement, one that you are certain to enjoy.

“Where are we going,” you ask, pretending to be interested.

“Down to the basement. We are going to have a bite to eat.”

Since Illumi rarely smiled, when he did smile it drove you wild. The anticipation of what his next move was going to be is what drove that wildness. Being a bounty hunter was thrilling already but dating a smart, badass assassin was totally out of your league but it worked out.

Headcanon 3: Illumi’s idea of being romantic is dramatically different from yours. He believes just spending time with you on the couch was enough. He is correct; but if you have the time and funds, your time together should be a little spontaneous. You insisted on dates outside of the house because his family will not stay out of your business.

“Illumi, I am too hungry for more trivia.”

He chuckles. “Don’t worry. So am I. That is why I’ve decided to take you to a wine and cheese party.”

Huh? Wine and Cheese at 3PM? That’s ok. When was there a time limit on when you can drink alcohol?

Illumi has indirectly attended parties as such when he was 15 years old. He never drank, but he watched as his mother’s friends (surprisingly) talked about business and their children. This time, you weren’t going to talk about business for once. Instead, you two were going to actually talk about what couples discuss.

Headcanon 4: When introduced to alcohol for the first time, Illumi immediately stated how he hated brown liquor. That includes Hennessy, Jack Daniels, etc. It makes him sick to his stomach. He prefers to drink Smirnoff mixed with fruity drinks like strawberry or pineapple.

He loves it when you make these drinks for him on a summer day.

Hence the title wine and cheese, you both go to a stand-up table, place your brochures down, and actually have a wonderful conversation not involving work or hunting.

Illumi smiled a few times, more than usual. Whenever he appears to be softer even around you, that is because he has mellowed out and doesn't have the overbearing weight of his family on his shoulders. You set him free.

Hisoka

According to a one-shot that another manga artist created, they expressed that Hisoka was found on the side of the road, was taken in by someone that worked at a local circus, and learned Nen in a matter of days. Hisoka’s clown look and having the skills of a magician proves that this has to be canon in some way.

Headcanon 1: Given this potential backstory, going to a carnival is his go-to every summer. He wants to take you to a circus but saves that for you as an engagement gift.

Everyone with a heart knows that whether or not you’re in a relationship or not the carnival is fun as hell! Expensive fried food, elephant ears, funnel cake, ICEE’s, rides, and stuffed animals are to die for!

Being at a carnival relaxes him so his bloodlust isn’t activated unless someone bumps into him and causes a scene.

Headcanon 2: PDA is something that Hisoka does well; he doesn’t overdo it but does it enough where people get the impression that you are a couple and aren’t “best friends”.

While completing a mission depending on how rough it may be, he insists that you tag along to see how he handles the situation. You’ve already seen his ruthlessness from Hunter’s exam but he insists.

His sense of pride gets the best of him sometimes. Sometimes his head is so big that it reminds you of a large birthday balloon.

Headcanon 3: ANYWAY, given his nature, he is very adventurous, dangerous, and courageous. If he wants to go on the Demon Drop, he’ll do it and you DO not have a choice in the matter. He’ll tease or guilt trip you into doing something that you would not like to do.

“Well, you wouldn’t want me to cling on to someone else, would you?”

“No. Of course not,” you reply.

“Let’s go then, scaredy-cat.”

As a hunter, you’ve seen worse. Why are you so afraid to go on a ride?

Headcanon 4: At apple orchards, cornfield mazes are one of his favorites. You cannot for the life of you figure out how to get out but he can. He grabs a scarecrow and scares you from behind. That annoys you but is nothing compared to later on that night.

Oh. My. God. It’s haunted house time!

“Hisoka, I’m not going in!”

“Why not? I’ll protect you.”

“Because they’re monsters and I already have to deal with one.”

It took him a second to catch on that you were talking about him.

“That’s going to bite you in the butt, kitten.”

Headcanon 5: Like Killua, Hisoka has a sweet tooth. Don’t allow his buff appearance to fool you!

He LOVES caramel apples, elephant ears, funnel cake, freshly squeezed lemonade, fudge, and cotton candy. How can this man manage to stay in shape? The world may never know.

Headcanon 6: He isn’t one to play by other people’s rules but he sets his own rules with your relationship that you both must obey. One of those rules says that neither of you can be on your phones while together.

Headcanon 7: Hisoka insists that you both wear either matching pants or matching shirts to avoid unnecessary flirtation.

He isn’t jealous but on “us time”, he doesn’t want to lose a single second.

Headcanon 8: Hisoka only jumps in when necessary. Given that you’ve passed the hunter’s exam and work as a bodyguard, he knows you can handle your business. If the person can’t take a hint, then he steps in. They almost back up immediately considering Hisoka is towering over them.

When the moon shines, you both go to the car and off to sleep in your comfy king-sized bed.

Chrollo

We all know that Chrollo loves to read! What does he specifically like to read? What Genre? Does he like to read alone or with other people?

Although Chrollo is a thief and must be hidden in the shadows, the authorities have called off the search for him for at least 3 years. Slowly but surely, he begins to find himself in the outside world again.

Chrollo once discussed a book with the Phantom Troupe when they were being transported to another place for a mission. He read “Tears of a Tiger” by Sharon M. Draper.

The reading sessions are opened with an affirmation and a reason to be thankful to be alive. He says he is thankful for the troupe, glances at you, and smiles. No one catches on to that sly face except for Phinks.

Headcanon 1: Chrollo is very silent and shy to an extent. He only associates with people he knows and trusts. You are the social butterfly at this moment.

Chrollo tags along behind you like a shy child, holding your hand while you stick out your free hand to greet everyone.

Today, the book club was going to read “Divergent”.

Headcanon 2: Although he loves to read, he hates it when others read out loud. Most people are drably read and it annoys him. After a while, he takes over. Chrollo was tense the first 30 minutes of the meeting because two cops were there but neither of them noticed it was him.

Headcanon 3: Chrollo often acts the part of the character that he is reading in the book. His tone, attitude, and emphasis on certain words keep the group engaged. He is complimented on his acting!

“Good Job, honey,” you whisper.

He responds by tightly squeezing your hand.

His tone was so impressive that the host insisted that he read for the entire night. He was ok with that because in between reads he was often distracted by a lovely pair of jeans and shoes you had on. You were into writing, so hearing others read and act out the characters helped.

Headcanon 4: In some settings, Chrollo is very braggadocious. He insisted that the group read one of your stories so you could be provided with feedback.

“We’d be delighted to view your story, y/n!”

“It will be fun!”

The book club wasn’t a stereotypical club that only consisted of soccer moms but instead consisted of men and women who were involved with a business, law enforcement, health, etc. This was an open space for everyone to relax and forget about their demanding jobs.

After the meeting, the group went to dinner at a nearby pizzeria. You all enjoyed large pizzas, beer, salads, and dessert. How could your stomach (or anyone’s stomach) hold that much?

Chrollo laughed so much that it made you question if he was your actual boyfriend or not. He even engaged in conversations with the two off-duty cops! For once, you helped Chrollo experience the greater things in life; true love, friendship, and happiness.

“Thank you,” he whispered and slyly placed a kiss on your hand. “For everything.”

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[cspf-theory]

The Zodiac Killer: A Jungian and Typological Analysis #1

Introduction to The Zodiac Killer

The Zodiac Killer was a Californian serial killer who took the lives of a confirmed five victims and a speculated seven to thirty-seven victims from December 20th, 1968 to October 11th, 1969. To this day he remains unidentified.

Murder (December 20th, 1968 - Lake Herman Road): David Arthur Faraday and Betty Lou Jensen are both shot at 10:15pm. 

Murder (July 4th, 1969 - Blue Rock Springs Park Grounds): Darlene Ferrin and Michael Mageau are both shot with a 9mm luger. Mageau survives and later recalls the suspect as a short, heavyset male with short brownish-blonde hair and a round face.

Event (August 1st, 1969): The killer, now operating under the name “The Zodiac”, sends three letters written in code to the Vallejo Times, San Francisco Chronicle and the San Francisco Examiner. 

Murder (September 27, 1969 - Lake Berryessa): Bryan Hartnell and Cecelia Shepard are approached by The Zodiac who binds them with fishing line under the false pretense he was a recently escaped prison convict. Bryan Hartnell and Cecelia Shepard are then promptly stabbed a total of sixteen times before the perpetrator vanishes. Hartnell survives and later recalls the suspect as a heavyset man clad in a black, executioner style hood and cross-hair symbol drawn on his torso with greasy brown hair.

Murder (October 11th, 1969 - Geary Street): At 9:35 The Zodiac enters the cab of Paul Stine, directing him to drop him off at Cherry Street. At 9:55pm Paul Stine is shot and killed by Zodiac; at the same time the murder is witnessed by three teenagers. The teenagers and other witnesses later recall the suspect as a 35-45 year old male with reddish-brown crew-cut hair, a medium to heavy-build and who was wearing heavy rim glasses. This description is used as the basis for the police sketch.

Event (October 14th, 1969): Another letter is received by the Zodiac containing a portion of Paul Stine’s shirt and multiple threats.

Aftermath: More letters by The Zodiac were received by newspapers, most prominently the chronicle. Notable highlights of these letters include The Zodiac claiming to have taken the lives of up to 37 victims, a letter that supposedly had his name coded into it, a plan to use a technically plausible bomb, a letter claiming the murder of one Sgt. Radetich, a letter written entirely in cypher stating he believed his victims will work as his slaves in the afterlife, a custom made halloween card meant to be received by reporter Paul Avery and a letter that alluded to the idea he was the kidnapper of Kathleen Johns thus giving credence to the Lawrence Kane hypothesis. The Zodiac Killer has also been the main suspect in multiple other cases, such as Betsy Aardsma case where a college-aged girl was murdered by a stab wound to the torso.

Typological Analysis

Serial killers can usually be organized into six typologies each with their own unique incentive, ideas, thoughts and methods of killing. These types are the organized killer, the disorganized killer, the visionary killer, the mission-oriented killer, the hedonistic killer and the power-oriented killer. 

Typology of the Zodiac Killer

The Zodiac Killer is an example of a mixture between two types, mainly a visionary and hedonistic (thrill variety) killer. The visionary killer is driven not usually by thrill or enjoyment but rather by a break from reality. In some cases, this type of killer shows the unique trait of remorse. On the other hand, the hedonistic thrill killer is driven by the thrill of murder, this type is similar to the power-oriented killer as they both commit murder out of enjoyment, however, the hedonistic killer does not derive gratification from dominating the victim.

An example of his visionary side was displayed in one of his many letters sent to the San Francisco Chronicle where he gloated that he wasn’t afraid of the gas chamber as his murders have already secured him enough slaves for paradise. From this we can assume his dominant incentive for killing was the belief that he needs a certain amount of servants for the afterlife. However, his hedonistic thrill seeker side is usually what is focused on when psychologists or people interested in the case first point out when discussing his psychology. For example, in The Vallejo Times letter he stated that killing was the most thrilling experience and was, “better than getting your rocks off with a girl”, though reasserted his belief in paradise afterward. An interesting thing to note is the Zodiac’s connection between sex and murder.

The organized vs. disorganized concept is another system of criminal typology that uses crime scene analysis. Using this system we can use conjecture to determine certain personality traits (organized killers might have a higher IQ, for example). I’ll use this rating system to figure out his orientation on the O/U scale:

-Restraints: 1

-Victim known: 0

-Stranger targeted: 1

-Poisoned: 0 

-Chaotic scene: 1

-Controlled scene: 0 

-Weapon planned: 1 

-Weapon left: 0

-Body transported: 0

-Act focused: 0

From this ranking we can determine that the Zodiac Killer was directly in between a disorganized and organized killer. However, he matches 5/11 descriptor of a disorganized killer (minimal conversation, sloppy crime scene, minimal use of restraints, body left at crime scene, body left in open) and only 4/11 descriptors of the organized variety (planned offense, victim a stranger, aggressive acts prior to death, absent weapon).

For personality factors we can use the OCEAN model:

-Openness: High. Inquisitive and creative. Created his own suit, strapped a flashlight to his gun and sent coded letters.

-Consciousness: Low. Disorganized and spontaneous. Left victims alive, allowed his face to be seen multiple times and didn’t hide victims.

-Extraversion: Unknown. Likely low. Introversion is associated with disorganized killers.

-Agreeableness: Low. Uncooperative and hostile. Crime behavior and taunted police.

-Neuroticism: Mid to low. Moderately emotional and anxious. Was possibly anxious during the course of the Mageau attack, however was perceived as calm and monotone in other murders. 

Speculation, Comparisons to Other Killers, Psychological Profiles

We know that the Zodiac Killer could be profiled into both the visionary and hedonistic category based off motivation. However, what could possibly be the cause for these behaviors and what could be gleamed from these classifications? A good method for this type of speculation is by comparing him to other serial killers with similarities in already established psychology. So here are some related speculations. 

-It’s possible that the Zodiac Killer gleamed sexual gratification from murder. Yang Xinhai, another hedonistic killer, stated he felt sexual satisfaction after killing his victims. It’s possible his specific type of victim (teenage couples) gave him the most satisfaction.

-When considering the fact he didn’t assault the victims afterward, his teasing of the police and creation of different methods of murder it could be assumed the Zodiac Killer enjoyed not killing on its own but rather the game of murder. He could’ve been hedonistic in the sense he gleamed pleasure from committing a murder, perfecting it and then getting away with it while receiving ludicrous amounts of media attention.

-It’s possible the Zodiac Killer has some form of schizophrenia, psychosis or a Cluster A personality disorder. David “Son of Hope” Berkowitz was strikingly similar to the Zodiac. Berkowitz and the Zodiac both killed couples, both killed their victims while they were in their cars, both sent letters taunting the police, both used guns to murder their victims, both didn’t assault their victims after and both had aspects of the visionary type. Berkowitz was diagnosed with paranoid schizophrenia. Berkowitz also gained sexual gratification from the murders, supporting the previous comparison.

-The Zodiac Killer likely took great pride in his public appearance. In his letter about the attack of Michael Mageau he said that he calmly left the scene as to not attract attention to himself, despite Mageau asserting he had left quickly in a panic. At the Lake Berryessa attack the Zodiac wore a specialized suit complete with a symbol on the torso. Sure this is strange on its own but the stranger part is that there’d be no need to wear the suit if he was planning on killing both victims, which indicates that he wore it because he wanted to tailor his image to his persona. The Zodiac even admitted this himself when he complained that he didn’t believe he got as much media attention as he deserved. All of this culminates with the Zodiac’s statement saying he didn’t look like the police sketch made of him, which could be his attempt to draw the public’s attention away from who he is under the façade of the notorious, mysterious and inventive Zodiac Killer.

-Another comparison could be made to Dennis “BTK’ Radar. Radar and the Zodiac both sent letters and penned their own name. Radar was diagnosed with narcissistic personality disorder, this could very well coincide with the Zodiac’s need for admiration and recognition. 

-If he does fall in line with the “disorganized killer” typology it’s possible he did not travel far from his home to commit the crime, was secluded or asocial and generally worked in a field that didn’t require much talent.

-The female victims of the Zodiac Killer may look like a past girlfriend such as Ted Bundy or any woman associated with pain. 2/3 of his female victims were twenty-two years of age and Betty Lou Jensen and Darlene Ferrin have strikingly similar facial proportions (specifically the spacing between the nose, mouth and eyes and the size of those areas). This could also link to sexual satisfaction being taken from murder.

-He was more focused on killing women over men, evident from him failing to kill the male side of the couple in two murders. Possibly this the result of a damaged ego after rejection as if he’s trying to regain power over women. This could be a result of his introversion linked to unorganized killers. This could also possibly disprove the hedonistic killer theory in favor of the power-oriented killer theory.

From this we can assume three possible motivations: 

-Paranoid or odd beliefs

-Sexual gratification

-Misogyny 

Jungian Analysis

Carl Jung (born July 26th, 1871 - died June 6th, 1961) was an early Swiss psychoanalyst and apprentice of Freud. Many of the concepts he built upon and created are still in use today including the concepts of introversion/extraversion, archetypes, the subconscious, the unconscious and persona.

Use of Intuition 

Intuition, explained simply, is the unconscious process which allows the user to see into or perceive conditions that are not obvious through logical thought. It presents its conclusions as whole or complete in the mind of the user. It's the ability for one to perceive and expect possible motions without logical deliberation. For example, one may get a bad feeling about an apple because it subconsciously reminds them of an apple pie they hated. 

The Zodiac Killer represents the perfect picture of an extroverted intuitive killer. Instead of receding from the object to transpose his internalized view of abstracted images from the subconscious onto the environment around him, the Zodiac Killer’s intuition is in good relation to the object. He’s not oriented toward transposing his view of the abstracted image onto the object but rather interested in the object's pre-existing string of possibilities and abstracted images as if he was searching for chaos.  

We could also see use of intuition in the very concept of The Zodiac Killer. The perpetrator of these crimes comprises his self of the multiple abstracted characteristics of what the symbol of the Zodiac Killer is. He tries to inhabit a single symbol of multiple characteristics including strength, mysteriousness, intelligence, creativity, etc. Though he may or may not inhabit any of these characteristics. 

Archetypes

On the topic of personas or symbols of self, in this paragraph we’ll discuss his use of The Joker symbol. Throughout his violent escapades he takes on the form of someone rather unaffected by conventional morals, beliefs or attention to organization. He rather takes on the persona of someone humorous, who likes playing games and is free form all conventional forms of organization. It seems as if the main archetype he tries to inhabit is the Joker, even if subconsciously.

Outro

The last Zodiac Letter was received in 1974, the last murder was in 1969 and all likely suspects are now dead. Even after all that time the remaining notoriety of this case is staggering, and new suspects are still coming up today. Even more staggering yet, after all that the case is still likely to never be solved.

Sources:

https://www.researchgate.net/publication/307819660_The_Traits_and_the_Thrill_of_Serial_Killers

https://www.zodiacciphers.com/

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Zodiac_Killer

https://www.history.com/this-day-in-history/son-of-sam-arrested

https://www.infjs.com/articles/jung-descriptions-of-each-dichotomy-i-e-n-s-f-t-j-p.37/

https://www.nbcnews.com/id/wbna8929452#:~:text=Serial%20killer%20personality,more%20severe%20psychopathic%20personality%20disorder.

https://www.britannica.com/biography/Carl-Jung

https://www.marshall.edu/forensics/files/Baber_Seminar2014_ODcsp.pdf

https://zodiackillerfacts.com/ https://www.zodiackiller.com/AllenFile.html

(Notice: I am not a psychologist, but just interested in criminology and versed in Jungian theory) 

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[bbugyu]

how seokmin knew

a journey with yoon jeonghan, lee seokmin, and you.

from the second seokmin first saw you, he thought you were far too good to be true, and he hadn't even gotten to learn the best parts of you yet.

prelude | part one | part two | part three | epilogue

wc.8888 | fluff, smut, courtship, oh jeez where do i even begin, the beginning i guess, polyamory, fem reader, musician!seokmin sugar daddy!jeonghan escort!reader, threesome, fingering, oral (everyone receiving), creampie, cumpla (like gunpla but with cum), (sorry), (but seriously lots of cumplay), overstim, switch!seok dom!han switch!reader, phone sex, snuck in a babygirl, hell yeah fighting for dominance, let's talk BOUNDARIES, hi mingyu, sorry but seokmin being a special guest is hot as hell, the required listening for the last scene is the album "new edition (1984)" by new edition (which is a real lp i own and listened to while writing it)

hELLOO!! welcome to my poly seokhan au! i have been neck deep in this universe for weeks now and i am finally releasing it in three parts! i will be posting today (obvi), tomorrow, and friday at noon pst, plus a little bonus epilogue whenever i finish it! today is all about seokmin and how he fell in love. i really poured a lot of myself into this one, between the poly reader and the obsession with architecture and the record collection (three fun facts about me, but you get no more context), so if you like it, please let me know! i did my best to portray the relationship as realistic and as healthy as possible❣️ also this series lowkey became a “how many cameos can i naturally squeeze in” kinda piece so if you spot one u should absolutely let me know hehe. and i edited my masterlist to accommodate for serial aus, let me know what you think!

please read the prelude linked in the contents of this post! it gives important context for the beginning of this part, establishes relationships, and sets the general mood 😏

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seokmin lived a fairly simple life. he held private piano and guitar lessons in the comfort of his apartment, vaulted ceilings and tall windows helping to bring a bright, airy, studio environment during the day that he felt suited musical lessons perfectly - not the mention the lovely acoustics the tall room provided when he sang, belting out improv musical theater riffs as he scrambled eggs for a sandwich. he genuinely found joy and pride in helping adults and children alike train their hands to achieve new heights. he also did some contract vocal lessons at an entertainment company, stopping by the studio two or three times a week to train young new hopefuls in the music industry. he wondered how different his life would have been if he had taken their path, but he enjoyed the quiet downtime in his line of work, and wouldn't trade it for anything

his simple life. he drank tea in the mornings as the sun rose over the skyline, rode the subway with his guitar bag over his shoulder and his groceries in two overstuffed ecobags, and enjoyed his days off by relaxing in his home, scribbling down lyrics and compositions on the legal pad that never left the music shelf of his upright piano. the less simple part of his life could be described simply as you.

the second time he had been summoned to accompany you, he had been at home, heating up leftover takeout and mindlessly watching some drama on a saturday evening after having gotten lunch and playfully wasting the afternoon with a friend, when he received a phone call. he answered it without giving too much thought, expecting an invite for drinks, as was usually the case when he heard from jeonghan. he put it on speaker and set his phone on his kitchen counter, leaning against it as he ate.

"hello?"

"minnie!" he had said, the smile obvious in his voice. seokmin responded with a short greeting before jeonghan continued. "are you busy tonight?"

"just watching tv," seokmin said, spoonful of fried rice in his mouth. "why? you feeling lonely?"

"something like that," jeonghan said. the architect must have been in the car, he thought briefly, hearing the static noise of wheels on pavement in the background every time he spoke. "listen, you remember y/n, yeah?"

he nearly choked. "uh, yeah. of course. did you think i would forget?"

"not really," he said matter of factly. "we're currently heading home after that exhibit opening and she's been asking about you all day. any chance you can get to my place in half an hour?"

seokmin blinked, staring at nothing as he processed. "tonight?"

a laugh. "yeah, tonight. she's been really sweet lately, i thought you could be her treat."

her treat. "right now?"

"yes," jeonghan laughed again. "right now. if it helps the decision making process, i've had my hand between her legs this whole time and she gets needier every time you talk."

seokmin swallowed harshly, imagining you squirming in the passenger seat of the car, huffing and desperate, begging for him with jeonghan's fingers curled into you. he adjusted against the counter, his pants suddenly feeling slightly tighter. "i'll get a cab."

then he heard you, your signature whiny moan as jeonghan no doubt worked you into a mess despite his even tone as he spoke. "y'hear that, sweetheart? he said yes. i'll pay for the cab when we get there. see you soon?"

"yeah," he said, eyes still unfocused. "yeah, see you soon."

after jeonghan asked you to be an angel and hang up for him, seokmin stood and looked around at his leftover fried rice and the drama that continued playing, remnants of his simple life that he found plenty enjoyable and fulfilling on its own, but fell to the shadows as you came into the light.

the cab ride felt too fast, and jeonghan's car pulled into the driveway of his luxurious home only minutes after seokmin arrived. he emerged from the door of the cab and stood in the late november air as the other car parked, the passenger door swinging open in a hurry.

"seokmin!" you squealed, heels clicking against the drive as you ran up to him in a shoulderless, long sleeved jewel toned dress that was not at all suited for the current temperature. your arms wrapped around his neck and he laughed into the hug. "i missed you."

"it's practically snowing," he chided, pulling away to wrap his coat around you, and you happily fell into his chest. he didn't stop you when you pulled his face to yours, kissing him briefly but deeply. you tasted familiar, memories of eating you out entering his mind as he thought about how jeonghan had likely made you clean his hand in the car, and despite your forwardness and his generally shy nature, it wasn't the winter air that sent chills up your spine when he muttered "i missed you, too," against your lips.

"okay, kids, get inside while i pay the nice driver," jeonghan said, holding out your coat to seokmin. he took it, draping it over your bare shoulders. you grinned at him, working your fingers between his and leading him towards a side entrance of the home.

he felt a flash of embarrassment, wondering what the cab driver must have thought about the interaction he was witnessing, but seokmin figured that he had probably seen much stranger and decided to not worry about it, especially when you were regaling the events of the evening.

"they were playing classical," you groaned, punching in the door code with the hand that wasn't fiddling with his fingers. "from a cd. at a modern art exhibit. what part of that makes sense?"

seokmin laughed. "is that why you were thinking about me?"

you smiled as he followed you through the doorway, revealing a grand kitchen with a large island countertop. he had been here before, but on halloween, when it was full of life and the counter was covered in food. "jeonghan may have let me watch some videos," you said, and seokmin felt heat rising on his neck as he thought of you asking to learn more about him in his absence. you stepped out of your heels and walked towards the large fridge as you spoke, retrieving a water bottle. "that jazz piano number you did, jeonghan said it was at a bar? that would have been so much better, especially considering the artist's vision. his stuff was so full of life, i'm honestly surprised he allowed them to do anything other than live jazz - classical was too stuffy."

"it was a commentary," jeonghan reminded you, closing the door behind him as you offered a bottle to seokmin. "juxtaposition of traditional museum atmosphere with outlandish architecture and colorful, emotional art pieces," he said, sounding rehearsed. "the music was supposed to feel stuffy compared to the visuals."

"you guys worked too hard to settle for that," you shot back. you may have held a little resentment for the fact that jeonghan hadn't even asked for your opinion on the matter, considering you were less than a year away from a degree in musical theory. "if i hear clair de lune at one of these unveilings one more time, i'm gonna tear my fucking hair out."

seokmin laughed, but jeonghan only gave you a tired chuckle, and only after you quirked an eyebrow at him. he should have known you were only acting impressed at the exhibit because you wanted seokmin around. jeonghan could be cruel, but not so cruel as to invite a friend over to make his lady's night, only to deny everyone the pleasure after he already arrived, and this was a fact about him you were completely aware of. now was your chance to act out with little to no sacrifice - the most he would do is punish you in bed, and that, you were willing to handle.

jeonghan tsked when he saw your laptop and schoolwork spread across the kitchen island. "didn't i ask you to not do this?"

you eyed the counter, noting the teasing tone he took. "not do what?"

"leave your shit in the kitchen. you have a whole room to do schoolwork in, make a mess in there," he scolded, clicking his tongue as he flipped a textbook shut.

"i work better in bright, open spaces," you said quickly. 

"i gave you a window to the sunroom."

"and i love it," you stated obviously. "and the desk you chose is nice, and the chair is super comfy, but it's still too dark in that room. it makes me want to fall asleep." you turned to the musician. "how have you been, seokmin? i haven't seen you in weeks, and jeonghan purposefully keeps secrets when you guys go out."

seokmin said close to nothing of substance as he said he was doing well and leaned against the kitchen island, focusing more on the way you shrugged the fuzzy coat off your shoulders and setting it in the counter to tuck your arms into his, wrapping them around his torso and resting your chin on his shoulder to give the man of the house a flirtatious look. jeonghan simply rolled his eyes at you with a faint smile on his face, taking off his own outer coat and going to hang it in a closet. you hummed as seokmin spoke about anything he could think of, smiling when you felt his gentle, hesitant fingers rubbing circles into the small of your back.

and that night, seokmin was perhaps too eager to secede control, allowing his friend to gently order the two of you to do whatever pleased him. currently, you were between his thighs as he laid out comfortably in jeonghan's bed, the architect fucking into you from behind as your voice went hoarse from sucking seokmin dry. his thick cock stretched your jaw to its breaking point, but your neediness for his cum on your tongue outweighed the soreness you knew you would feel the next day as you bobbed your head, your hands wrapped around what wouldn't fit. he choked, his fingers itching to reach out to you, but remembering jeonghan's firm words of no touching and gripping the sheets instead as he came into your mouth and you moaned around him. jeonghan had stopped you from swallowing completely, a hand around your throat as he pulled you against his chest, forcing your neck to crane around so he could share the treat. seokmin watched, hand involuntarily going to pump himself again despite the sensitivity, as his release dripped down both of your jaws between the feverish kisses. you whined, jeonghan continuing to thrust into you as he stole the gift seokmin gave you straight from your mouth, his fingers finding your clit, making your knees shake as he came in your pulsating cunt.

that was the first time in his life that seokmin had ever cum twice in one session, having been too turned on at the sight to even think about not having you ride his face, cum seeping out of your precious hole. too turned on by the way your fingers dug against his scalp and the way you tasted to even think about turning down jeonghan when he asked to touch him, groaning against your core as he slowly and teasingly jerked him off. too turned on by it all to even think about not cumming when he was told, fist clenching the now familiar sheets as you rolled off him, panting from the overstimulation. your face was wrecked, tearstained and flushed, as you collapsed into his side, wrapping your arms around his torso and burying your hot face in his neck, his own face not much better. jeonghan proudly announced he was off to take a shower, sucking a line of cum off his thumb before saying that you lovebirds were welcome to stay as long as you would like, fully expecting you two to continue without him as he walked to the bathroom. 

seokmin felt shy, for some reason, despite having just having taken a shower with you, and just before, having had sex with you both. you had asked him if he wanted sweats or a shirt to sleep in, saying jeonghan wouldn't mind if he borrowed some. he turned you down, but watched you tug a far too large shirt over your otherwise bare form, and let you lead him back to bed.

"it's a custom mattress," you told him, giggling as you pulled him onto the oversized bed, kneeing yourself to the center and plopping down next to where jeonghan was wasting time on his phone. you planted a kiss on his cheek and he looked up to smile at you before you turned back to seokmin. he noticed the duvet changed, and he wondered if jeonghan had swapped it out after the mess they had made on it. you maneuvered yourself under the covers, gesturing for him to join you. "c'mon," you said. "we cuddle here."

seokmin had never even considered the idea of spending the night in bed with two other people, but found it surprisingly comfortable for it being his first time.

he did a lot of firsts with you, as it turned out.

you started to text him when you were alone and bored, which was something you and jeonghan had discussed with the strict understanding that you would have open and honest talks about it frequently, and that you would let him know any time you reached out to the musician. the first time he ever had phone sex, seokmin was busy at the company he did contract work for, and he had even told you so after the first suggestive text you sent him, but that didn't stop you from sending him increasingly dirty ideas and photos, making him silence his phone and shove it in his back pocket as he tried to focus on his students. when he finally slipped away to a private bathroom, he groaned at the way you looked, laid out on a plush couch and squeezing at your own breasts, with your back arching just so, and he quickly called you to ask if you were trying to get him fired.

"maybe if you get fired, you can come work with me," you whined, fingers already teasing your slick folds just at the low tone in seokmin's voice. his mind whirring as you gasped suddenly, revealing that you had already started. "jeonghan's been too busy for me this week, please don't tell me you are, too."

seokmin's eyes squeezed shut, back hitting the bathroom wall as he pulled himself out of his pants, trying not to drop his phone from his ear as he imagined how absolutely delightful you must look in that moment. "i'm never too busy for you, baby."

jeonghan took him out to dinner. it was normal, mostly, and not the first time since seokmin had seen his dick, but he noticed the older was acting slightly different as seokmin turned the meat on the grill.

"about y/n," he said finally, and seokmin fumbled with a chunk of pork before clearing his throat.

"yeah?"

jeonghan smiled. "she hasn't said it yet, but i think she really likes you."

that made seokmin freeze, suddenly thinking about how he was at dinner with his undefined sext buddy's long term partner. "really?" he squeaked out.

"listen, i want you to know," he said, picking off some cooked meat and chewing it casually. "whatever happens between you two, i'm okay with it. she promised to keep me in the loop, and i trust her."

seokmin nodded, putting down the tongs and grabbing his chopsticks, continuing to avoid eye contact. "okay."

jeonghan laughed. "stop acting like i'm her dad. you and i are in the same relationship with her at this point."

he swallowed, a smile creeping across his face. "well, she does call you daddy."

the next time he saw you, you came to him, appearing at his apartment one early tuesday evening as his last client was leaving. he greeted you casually, but still snuck a quick kiss on your lips as he let you in, his student packing up their guitar. he took your winter coat and told you to make yourself comfortable as they finished up, telling you where the restroom was if you needed it, but in a tone that made you think he was saying it more to announce to his student that you had never been there before than for your comfort, which pulled a quiet giggle from you as he quickly organized his loose leaf sheet music into their designated folders. you watched him from the piano bench as he made short conversation with his student, accepted a check, and bid the aspiring guitarist farewell, closing the door behind them. when you were finally alone, seokmin blushed at the realization that you had been smiling at him the entire time, thinking about how his client must have thought their teacher had gotten himself a cute girlfriend.

you were less forward this time. less needy. you flirted, but not in the outright ways you had every other time seokmin saw you. you stood and joined him by a bookshelf as he put away materials, asking him about his day (quite lovely, especially with this to look forward to), what he had eaten for lunch (he'd gotten ox tail soup delivered as a celebratory meal for a student that just had their first solo piano recital that weekend), and how he managed to command authority in all his students when he always looked so darn cute (he had pitched his eyebrows at you and went "yah," but was unable to keep a straight face long enough to argue with you). you smiled, taking a baseball off the bookshelf and turning it over in your hands, and asked why he invited you over. he cleared his throat, saying he thought it'd be nice to take you out on a proper date, but faltered when your shining eyes caught his.

"a proper date?" you asked, smiling slyly.

"i- uh, yeah, i mean-" he cleared his throat, hand finding the edge of a table as he tried to figure out what he was trying to say. "people generally treat you in exchange for your company, right?"

"generally," you agreed, focusing on his standup piano on the far wall as you thought. "i don't want you to, though."

“i didn’t mean-” he stretched his jaw - a nervous habit that you had begun to notice - as he readjusted his approach, not wanting to imply that he wanted your exchange to be purely transactional. "i just wanna take you out. for real."

you gave him a small smile, knowing what was the case despite your teasing. "okay. it's a date."

to change the subject from one that seokmin clearly didn't know how to continue - and besides, you weren't hungry enough for dinner yet - you returned the baseball to it's display and asked him how he taught his lessons. he laughed, not because your question was funny, but because he didn't know how to answer it in a way that didn't sound like a pitch to a potential client.

"then teach me like a client," you demanded playfully, skipping to sit at the piano bench and turning to grin at him.

seokmin took a moment to look at you, with a knit sweater tucked in the front of a pair of loose jeans - a far cry from the tight fitting, short dresses he normally saw you in - sat in his apartment as the last remnants of sunrays dipped behind the skyline. "you know how to play," he said finally, but walking over to join you anyways.

"teach me like i don't," you said as he sat beside you, scooting over slightly to accommodate. "i'm very good at acting incompetent."

he laughed again. "normally, people pay me for this kind of time, but i'll give you an intro. we'll start with hand placement," he said, gently putting his hands on the keys. "starting position is important, even though you'll be moving around the keys a lot when you actually play. your thumb," he said, wiggling his right thumb and smiling when you giggled. "it starts on c. that's your root."

"oh, right," you vocalised, placing your right hand similarly an octave up from his. "music has a bunch of letters, huh?"

"only the seven," he joked, pulling his hands off the keys as you comfortably set your fingers where they belonged, a motion you clearly made often. "wow, are you sure you're a beginner? you picked that up fast."

you knocked him with your shoulder, giggling. "quick, what do i do next?"

he smiled. "try pressing the keys in order. c to g, thumb to pinky. be firm, this isn't an electric keyboard. it can sense fear."

you sucked on your cheek, smiling at the way seokmin explained things as you played, but used your pinky to strike the black key instead of g, giggling at the flat note. "oh, that sounded wrong. this piano must be out of tune."

"stop," seokmin said teasingly. "beginners don't have that kind of pinky dexterity, by the way."

"maybe i'm a prodigy," you said, grabbing his sleeve with both hands excitedly. "you have to teach me, mr. lee! you're the only one that can help me hone my gift."

"stop it," he repeated, laughing, giving you a fake glare. he put his hands back on the keys. "lesson over."

you pouted, but it was short-lived as he began to play. you watched his hands effortlessly move over each other as you listened to the gentle flowing melody. despite being classically trained yourself, back when you were young and your parents felt you needed the discipline of regular lessons, you found yourself being impressed by his deft finger movements. your eyes shut, and you let your temple fall to his shoulder as you listened.

"yiruma," you said when he stopped playing despite the song not being over.

his arm went over your head, allowing you to lean into his chest as he planted his hand on the bench behind you, your eyes still shut. "you know your stuff."

"it's one of my favorites." you smiled, eyes fluttering open again. "you play well."

your breath stopped in your throat when you realized how close his face was to yours. "have to. people pay me to teach their kids."

"jeonghan pays me to be nice to him, doesn't mean i'm good at it."

seokmin couldn't help but laugh. "how did that even start, by the way? he would never tell me when i asked."

you sighed, straightening your posture. "i suppose you should know, considering this is becoming a regular thing."

"you don't have to if you don't want to," he assured quietly. you smiled at the thoughtfulness. "i'm just curious, is all."

"i don't mind," you said, shaking your head gently at him. you inhaled, organizing your thoughts - this wasn't a subject you explained very often. "i had a scholarship for the first two years of uni, but i would have to pay tuition afterwards, so i decided to become a paid escort to save for it." you paused to study seokmin's reaction, but for the first time from someone other than jeonghan, you found no creased brow, no vague frown. no judgement. "men would hire me through a broker to accompany them to dinner, go to parties, the general stuff. i even played golf a couple times - terribly, obviously, but rich men really enjoy teaching young pretty women how to play golf. i always got a cab ride home at the end of the night, though. never did anything more. jeonghan was one of my clients."

seokmin nodded. "how long did you do that for?"

despite how you would normally take that question, you knew he meant no shame in asking. "ten-ish months? jeonghan was only for the last month or so, though."

"before he asked you to quit?"

you laughed lightly. "actually, someone else asked me to quit. this guy that had been hiring me regularly for almost my entire career. he wanted me to date him properly. i think he wanted a trophy wife. he was young, like, only a few years older than me, and he was nice, y'know? a little awkward in the beginning, but paying someone to go out with you is always a little awkward, and we got comfortable with each other pretty fast. he wanted to take the next step with me, but he wanted the end goal to be marriage."

seokmin adjusted as he thought. "but you said no?"

"i said yes." his wide eyes made you laugh, but you understood his shock. "i was ready to quit anyways, i guess?" you shrugged, shaking your head. "i wanted to go on real dates instead of getting paid to eat with men my parents' age. yukwon felt realistic to me. someone i could see myself with." you sighed. "i went out with jeonghan during my last week of escorting. when i told him i was quitting, he asked me to choose him instead."

he watched you when you paused, pursing your lips. "and then you said no?"

you giggled, bumping against his chest as he laughed with you. "i tried! but jesus, when that guy gets an idea." you shook your head again. "he asked how much yukwon was paying me - which he wasn't, by the way. we were going to do it for real, even though he was still gonna support me financially and pay for my schooling. i was gonna sign a prenup and everything - but jeonghan kept saying he would double it. said i didn't have to marry him, and that he just wanted to keep spending time with me, and if i wanted to call it quits later, i could. no pressure, no sex, no commitment… he gave me a choice, and i realized i didn't love yukwon. i thought i could, but i didn't."

"so he saved you?"

"from a lifetime of settling? i guess so. he's funnier, too," you admitted sheepishly. "i always had the most fun on nights i was with jeonghan."

seokmin smiled. "he is good at lightening the mood."

"and," you said, eyes wide. "he didn't even want us to be exclusive, said i could keep escorting or go on dates with other guys if i wanted, as long as i promised to make time for him when he wanted me. it was kind of the perfect arrangement."

seokmin nodded again. "was, being the operative word?"

you laughed, remembering how well he knew jeonghan. "lasted less than a month. we spent too much time together, and i quickly realized that every time i went out with someone else, i wished i was with him. to be honest, when i met you, i thought this would be a one time thing, so i may have tried to make it seem a little less involved than it is." you sighed. "we never really defined what we were. i think we've both always known that he was more than a sugar daddy to me, but he does basically pay me so that i can keep my schedule open for him, so i guess it's easier to tell people that? instead of everyone assuming i'm some gold digger taking advantage of his money?" you shrugged. "i do love the guy. i'm about 94% sure he loves me, too."

that made him laugh. "how long have you been together?" he asked, trying to figure out the timeline in his head. he had known about jeonghan's relationship with you for quite some time, though not the exact nature of it, or that you were so fantastic, for the mass majority.

"about a year. right before halloween, actually," you said, smiling as you leaned into him. "you were technically an anniversary gift."

his lip quirked upwards, watching you. "was it a good gift?"

"the best," you whispered, placing a slow kiss on his lips. your hand went to his sharp jaw, and you sighed against him as the kiss deepened, suddenly feeling needier than you had previously.

"does he know you're here?" seokmin asked quietly, mind flashing back to when him and jeonghan had gotten dinner together. "like this, i mean."

you nodded slowly, a hand on the bench to steady you as you leaned into him further. "he's in japan this week, told me i could see you as often as i want. just asked that i call him when i can, we spoke this afternoon."

"promise?"

you giggled. "you act like i would risk it. i like you too much, and you know he would make us both regret it if i was seeing you behind his back."

he examined your face, a smile on his lips, knowing it wasn't the part of the statement that he was meant to focus on but unable to think of anything else. "i like you, too."

so he kissed you, sitting on the piano bench in his loft apartment, and despite it being nowhere near the first time, something about it felt special. new. different.

later, though much sooner than later would imply, when the two of you were unable to stop yourselves from undressing each other, he had you seated firmly in his lap on the couch in his living room. the way he filled you out made you incapable of doing much outside of digging your hands in his hair as he rolled his hips up into yours, rambling about how perfect you were. how well you took him. how he had never seen anything as breathtaking as the way your brows stitched together and your mouth hung open as he fucked you. you huffed, twisting your hips slightly, triggering a groan from you both.

"so beautiful," he muttered, hands on your bare hips, rubbing circles into the soft flesh above the bone. "fuck, you're incredible."

"shit, seokmin," you exhaled, forehead falling on his. you knew he wasn't even using all his length, but he was thrusting deep enough into you to make you see stars. "god, i'm close."

you watched his tongue dart out to wet his lips as he focused on you, pulling himself off the couch and sitting up straight as his hips steadily rolled into yours. "come on, babygirl. you know i love the way you feel."

you cursed, arms winding around his neck as you pressed your chest against his, desperately kissing him as you felt yourself falling over the sweet edge. he groaned when you squeezed at him, arms wrapped around your waist, fingers gripping any amount of you he could as he worked you through your bliss. he only slowed to gently put your back to the couch, your legs wrapped around his waist as he curled over you, arms under your body to pull you into his chest, and a hand at the base of your neck to hold you steady as he firmly fucked you into the cushion.

"fuck, baby, you're so good to me," he groaned, forehead pressed just under your jawline, his mouth latching onto your neck as soon as he managed the words. you were gasping for air, arms over his shoulders, wondering if seokmin always made love this deeply and genuinely, or if you were just special.

afterwards, he discarded the condom that he insisted on using (you asked what the point of you getting something shoved into your cervix was if you couldn't enjoy his particularly bountiful creampies with no consequence, but he said he was not getting cum on the couch his clients sit on), pulled his underwear back on, and returned to you quickly, kissing up your body after pulling your panties back over your hips. you ran your fingers through his messy hair, causing him to look up at you. he said sorry, a laugh on his lips, asking if you wanted to get food delivered instead of going out.

"that sounds perfect," you giggled. "don't apologize."

"i'll take you out for real this weekend, i promise," he said, sitting up and stretching out his shoulder. you watched, quietly admiring how gentle and soft he seemed, with surprisingly firm muscles hiding under his usual large sweaters and shirts. "and i'll pick you up so we don't get tempted. but for now, kimchi soup and bibimbap?"

you nodded excitedly, sitting up to wrap your arms around him and planting a kiss on his shoulder. "sounds delicious."

he tried not to get excited by your touch, thinking about how you had said this was becoming a regular thing, and therefore he didn't need to get as much of you as he could before you slipped through his fingers like he had the first few times you met. he couldn't help himself, though, when his eyes met yours and you smiled gently at him, and had no choice but to put an agonizingly slow kiss on your lips before he stood to announce he was changing into something comfortable if you were just going to stay in. you giggled and grabbed your sweater from where it got discarded, pulling it over your head as you told him there was no chance in hell you were putting jeans on again before the morning, and he smiled at the implication that you would be staying the night with him.

"i have lessons tomorrow," he reminded you softly as he gathered up his clothes and walked to the stairs. "if you'd like, you can stick around, but it'll be boring."

you hummed. "i don't have class, but i should do schoolwork," you mused, watching him walk up the steps to what you could assume was his lofted bedroom. "it's been lonely at the house, though."

"if you wanna bring your things here, you can," seokmin suggested, his voice projecting easily through the space. he pulled on a pair of shorts and a more casual shirt than the one he had been wearing for his work day. "it would give you something to do while i teach youths how to play chopsticks. do you stay at jeonghan's when he's not around, too?"

you laughed, thinking about your all but abandoned apartment as you meandered towards the stairs. "lately, yeah. i used to spend more nights at home than in his bed, but he gets really busy planning stuff in the winter and has less time to take me out." you stretched your back. "i think he likes knowing i'll be there when he gets home late. makes the day easier." 

seokmin nodded as he came back down, running a hand through his hair, thinking that he, too, would find his days easier if it meant going to bed with you every night. "that's very kind of you."

"it's selfish, i promise." he laughed. "if you saw how tiny my place is, you would choose jeonghan's too. besides, i get cold in bed alone."

he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into his chest. "is that why you're here?"

you giggled. "no, i'm here because you invited me over. but that might be a factor in why i'm staying," you teased, hugging him tightly.

the next day, you were sprawled on his bed, writing an accompanying essay for your composition project as he taught lessons down below, only emerging to refill your water glass and use the restroom as infrequently as possible, trying to not disturb his lessons. parents often accompanied the children, usually reading a book and listening to their child practice. a college friend of his stopped by, as he tried to do at least once a month, accompanying his niece, and seokmin recalled that he was the one that had given jeonghan his number again over a year ago, feeling like he should thank him but not knowing how.

"seokmin," you called down softly when you heard him chatting casually with his friend. you padded down the steps with your empty water glass, spotting the young girl at the kitchen table with a marker and a sheet of paper, smiling when you remembered her slightly clumsy, but surprisingly advanced keystrokes, considering her age.

"what's up?" seokmin asked, pushing off of the counter he was leaning against, and he ignored the quick, questioning nudge mingyu pushed into his side.

"hi, sorry," you said, waving lightly when you noticed the tall man beside him. "i was wondering - if you have time - if you could listen to my composition piece and tell me if you think it leans more romantic or more post-great war?"

seokmin nodded. "absolutely. do you need me now, or can it wait ten minutes?"

"it can wait," you assured, eyes darting between the two men. you lifted the glass in your hand. "i needed a break."

he smiled, taking your glass and moving to pull open the fridge. "this is mingyu, by the way. mingyu, y/n. he's an architect, also."

"also?" mingyu asked, eyeing you. seokmin stared at you, realizing what he said.

your brows ruffled as you studied the tall man's face, not recognizing it. "we must not be in the same social group. i'm a friend of jeonghan's."

he gave you silent thanks for keeping the relationship ambiguous. mingyu, however, nearly yelled. "yoon jeonghan?" he laughed. "you know, i didn't even see that guy at his own halloween party. you still keep in touch, i assume, seokmin?"

he nodded, putting your filled water glass on the counter beside you, and you wondered how you never saw mingyu at the party, either. "yeah, we hang out fairly often."

"he introduced us," you interjected. mingyu smiled between you two. "thought we'd match well, i guess."

"well, you just asked a music teacher to review your composition, so," mingyu laughed. "he was right?"

seokmin studied you with a crooked smile on his lips. "have you ever known yoon jeonghan to be wrong?"

you stayed another, more innocent night, but when seokmin woke the next morning, his face was pressed against the side of you neck, and you were pushing your ass back against his morning wood.

"fuck, good morning," seokmin groaned, hands gripping at your hips where they had already been aimlessly floating.

"oh, thank god you're awake," you panted out. you spun in his grasp, pushing his shoulder back on the bed and climbing atop him. "you must have been having a fantastic dream, because you would not stop touching me."

he couldn't help the whine in his throat, mostly from embarrassment. "i'm so sorry."

"don't be," you rushed out, peeling off your shirt. "i just need you now."

considering this was his third time seeing it, he didn't think he would be so awestruck still, but the snapshot of you, topless, seated on his lap with your hands on his chest was a view that seokmin would likely never get over, because it felt like he was the dorky, awkward protagonist and you were the long-shot love interest that was way too cool and way too hot for him in this cliché coming of age comedy.

you kissed him, and he pushed your hips down to grind against his lap, pulling a gasp from your lips. he took the opportunity to bring a hand to your neck, pulling you into open mouth kisses. you moaned without shame as you rolled your hips.

"you know what jeonghan told me?" you asked, pulling back to tug his underwear just far enough down to release the member you couldn't stop thinking about. 

you straddled his lap, hands on your thighs. seokmin pushed his bare cock against your core, the wet fabric sticking lightly to his length. "what, baby?"

"he told me he wanted you to plug me up," you breathed, biting your lip when seokmin used a thumb to pull aside your underwear and drag your wetness across his dick. you moaned. "he wanted you to fuck me senseless and tell him all about it."

seokmin groaned, neck stretching out. "i can do that."

"no, baby," you said, bringing his free hand to your face and putting a kiss in his palm before you lifted yourself up, his thumb still hooked on your panties as you rubbed the head of his cock through your folds. "i wanna fuck you."

you sunk down onto him, jaw dropping. he smiled lightly, running his hands down your thighs. "i'll let you if you can."

your toes clenched, and you tried to maintain face. "i can."

seokmin folded his arms under his head, trying to avoid the temptation of fucking up into your warmth. he sighed, breathing out a "go on, then."

you put your hands on his chest and bounced on him several times, biting at your lip at how wide he stretched you out, but taking too much pride in the way his eyes hung half lidded and his breathy groaning to stop. 

your hands went to his neck, leaning forward, lifting his head slightly off the pillow to kiss him, his hands falling from behind his head to hold yours, stopping you from pulling away. 

he moaned into your open mouth, and you backed up for only a second to blearily meet his eyes as he panted. "baby."

you nodded, stealing a few more messy kisses. "yes?"

he groaned again, your hips twisting over his. "you're like a dream."

you could feel the heat radiating off your neck and cheeks, but you just pushed on his chest to sit upright, hands landing on his thighs. you moaned again, unapologetically, as you rotated your hips over his, and he bucked into you at the angle change. "if this is the dream, please don't wake up."

seokmin had a sneaking suspicion that he was in love with you, or at the very least falling towards it. the confirmation of this fact threw itself in his face, not when you proved that you could fuck him, sitting deeply on him to push his cum further in, or when you squealed and giggled as he threw your back onto the bed so that he could pull your underwear off proper and bury his tongue in your heat, but afterwards, when he wandered into the kitchen after using the restroom and found you wearing one of his shirts, waiting as his electric kettle bubbled to life, his favorite blue mug on the counter beside a white one - the white one, he realized, with the finger heart design that he had chosen for your coffee the day prior. and he told you so, rushing to explain himself and assure you that you didn’t have to say it back, but you just hushed him and smiled, saying that you loved him too.

seokmin had to go to the entertainment company that afternoon. you walked with him to the station near his apartment and he sat you in a cab, a kiss on your lips, before he hurried down to catch his ride to work. he breathed heavily when he could finally lean against a wall in the train, having to run to catch it before the doors closed.

seokmin❣️: almost didn't make the train 🙃

you: but you did!!! proud of you 👍

seokmin❣️: thanks 🥴💕

you were both smiling after that.

he took you out to eat that weekend, as promised, and you had honestly forgotten what it was like to date people that weren't jeonghan. you liked riding the subway with him (you couldn't even remember the last time you took it), and you thought it was cute that he let you stand against a wall to keep easy balance as he stood in front of you. you were slightly impressed that he barely rocked with the movement, only grabbing an overhead loop when the train was pulling into a station.

"wait, you're especially pretty right now," he said suddenly, leaning forward to inspect your eyes.

your head hit the wall gently in reaction, flushing at his comment, wanting to bury your face in your scarf. "thank you."

he gave you his signature crooked smile. "of course."

it was cold out, but seokmin wrapped his hand over yours, shoving the whole ordeal into his coat pocket as he walked you down the street towards the restaurant he had picked. you giggled, squeezing his hand in his pocket, but he just continued telling you about which of the trainees he was working with seemed like they would debut.

"jiyoon composes, too! i'm really impressed with her actually," he said, trailing off when he saw the sign for the restaurant. "ah, here it is."

you thanked him when he held the door open for you, and you were immediately struck with the smell of tomato, cheese, and bread.

"i haven't had pizza in ages," you said excitedly, following him to a table.

"don't tell me," seokmin said, helping you take off your jacket and hanging it on a hook at the end of the booth. "you guys don't order pizza?"

you shook your head, sliding into the booth comfortably. "not often. jeonghan likes asian food."

seokmin froze as he was pulling off his jacket to stare at you. "what about you?"

"i like eating."

he laughed. "well, i like pizza."

after dinner, you insisted he come back to the house with you. he said he didn't know, thinking that you would probably need your energy for when jeonghan got home the next day. you pouted, knitting your fingers with his as the two of you stood on the sidewalk outside the pizza place.

"but i really wanna show you my record collection," you said, batting your eyelashes at him.

that was all it took.

you discovered that there was a bus stop near jeonghan's home, and while you would likely never take a bus without seokmin, you thought it was a good nugget of information to tuck away as you marched through the front door of the estate you practically called home.

"welcome to yoon manor," you joked, spinning to smile at seokmin.

he looked around, and despite having been here before, it felt grander coming through the main entrance and without the distraction of party guests. he had seen it empty briefly, from a different angle, when you were pulling him up to your bed a few weeks prior, but he realized he hadn't actually been able to see much when you were the focus of his attention.

"the kitchen's that way, there's a bathroom," you said, pointing at the opening past the stairs as you pulled off your scarf. you folded it over your arm as you walked further into the home, seokmin following you closely. you walked past a partial wall, pointing further down the hall that held the secondary living space that he originally met you in. "there's a bathroom to the left there, and if you go to the end of the hall there's an open sunroom."

seokmin looked around the room you stood in, recognizing it in bits and pieces, but it looking much different without a crowd and flashing lights.

"and this is the living room," you said, spreading your arms as you spun to him. "tv, couch, bar, and most importantly," you giggled, tugging him towards the far wall of the room, which was covered in deep toned shelving, speakers, and a record player. "my record collection."

you took off your jacket as seokmin looked around in awe, noticing you had select autographed records displayed alone on picture ledges with spotlights pointed at them. one picture ledge was empty, centered just above the player. you tossed your coat into the couch, pulling seokmin's off his shoulders as well, despite his distraction.

"these are all yours?" he asked, turning to look at you after you had discarded the coats.

you nodded, spinning the felt of the record player mindlessly as you looked around. "i actually had started a collection years ago, but i couldn't make an excuse to spend the money on it very often. jeonghan gave me a pretty good excuse. also, whenever he pissed me off, he knew he could take me to a record shop and i would forgive him."

seokmin laughed. "does that happen a lot?"

"not as often as you'd think, considering what an ass he is," you teased. you gestured to the collection. "this is my baby, though. the house is his, but this wall is mine."

"well, play me a record," seokmin requested plainly, making you smile into a laugh.

"okay," you said, scooting past him to pull out one of the many cube drawers amidst the shelving. you flipped through a few. "dancing music?"

seokmin watched your hands, humming. "slow dancing, but, like, in a nostalgic discoteque."

you thought for a second, then closed the drawer to move to a different one, quickly flipping through and finding the record you wanted. you pulled the lp out, putting the bright blue sleeve with five smiling men on the empty picture ledge.

seokmin wrapped his arms around you as you set the record, striking the play button and enjoying the whirring as the lp spun, the needle connecting and the speakers scratching to life. you spun in his grip, laying your arms over his shoulders as he pulled you away from the record stand, into a more open space to playfully dance to the soulful bass lines and pop melodies of new edition.

"this house is insane, right?" seokmin asked, squinting at you as you laughed and nodded.

"it really is. the craziest part is he's still working on it."

"really?" seokmin looked around. "what else could he wanna change?"

you let your eyes wander. "i think it's a work in progress for him. the sunroom was brand new when we met, and he added this record display last winter, when i told him i always wanted to collect. the bar is new," you pointed. "he finished that in october. the kitchen was a summer project."

he blinked heavily, trying to register. "does he do all the work himself?"

"his team helps him," you explained. "he has a few contractors he works with and they manage the construction projects, but every once in a while i wake up on a sunday and he's cutting wood in the garage because he got an idea. he drafts all the changes, usually participates in the build, and picks most of the furniture, but he has people to collect the options for him."

"and he also does all that for other people, too?" you nodded, giggling. "and has time to take you to events almost every weekend?"

"i know. i didn't understand how he found the time until i realized that he just gets paid to do his hobby."

seokmin nodded. "me too, i guess."

you grinned. "me three. you should stay with us more," you suggested, rocking with him gently. "he'll be late tomorrow, but he's working from home this week…"

"hush," seokmin chuckled. "i have to work. besides, i'm sure he wants you alone after letting me claim you while he’s been gone."

"about that," you said, pulling away slightly to give him a cheeky smile. "i haven't gotten him to admit it yet, but i think jeonghan has a crush on you."

seokmin choked out a laugh. "what? me?"

"seokmin," you started, giving him a look. "he wanted you to join us for sex. more than once."

"okay," he scoffed lightly. "people have sex just for the sex sometimes," he pointed out, but in a tone that had no chance at convincing anyone.

"sure," you giggled. "but think about it. he kept me to himself all this time, and suddenly he's encouraging us to see each other without him? asking me about everything we do together..."

he swallowed. "everything?"

"everything," you breathed, eyes trained on his lips. "he knows i'll always go back to him, and i think he's hoping i'll bring you with me."

he blinked at you, processing. "is that what you're doing? bringing me back to him?"

"only if that's something you're interested in," you stated, cocking your head.

"him, you mean?"

you thought a second. "yes?"

you watched him blink repeatedly, seemingly considering the concept. he thought back to all the nights that became early mornings, laughing and joking with the architect since before he had even an ounce of notoriety. he thought of how jeonghan had reached out to him again a few long years later, and the way he had insisted on paying every time they got food. he wondered if there had been something happening that he hadn't noticed, his oblivious nature getting the best of him again. he thought about when things changed, when they met less often and jeonghan seemed quieter around him. and months later, when he started mentioning you.

"maybe," he said finally, mind whirling. "i don't know, i've never thought about it."

you nodded, putting your arms over his shoulders and swaying lightly to the music. "take your time," you said, smiling when his forehead pressed against yours. "we'll wait for you."

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