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silverselfshippingchaos · 4 years

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Felix + KISS! :D

46 - mid fight.

Okay, I actually have a few ideas for this one so 👀 buckle up, my loves! These are all while fighting away enemies because, well, it's fire emblem-

This one is during the academy phase of the game, so they're still both students who've just started dating :)!

"You." Says Felix, cold as ever as he slams some papers down onto the table, sitting down next to Ash in the dining hall.

"Hello, Felix. To what do I owe the honor?" Says Ash, not looking up from the blessings of taste her salad was providing her with. Gulping down her salad, she looks up at him. His eyes. She'd always loved his eyes. Amber, sharp, and piercing. Intimidating, honestly. But ever so rarely, soft and filled with love. For her, of course. And swords, of course.

"Tch, stop being stupid. You see me every single day."

"I know I do, and it's always the best part of my day!" She says, smiling softly as she pushes away the (now empty) bowl of salad.

"O-oh?" Says Felix, the faintest of blushes yeeting itself onto his face.

"Of course. Now, what is it? You usually don't come see me during lunchtime, you're always training. Is something wrong?"

"Well... I need your help."

Ash gasps. "Felix?! Asking for help?! Oh my! I must be dreaming!" She laughs, "I'm joking. Mostly. What do you need me for?"

Felix takes her hand into his and softly rubs circles into it with his thumb, "I need help with my sorcery homework... I know you're a good mage, and I know professor Byleth said I should study reason... So help me. Please, Ash?"

Ash giggles, "Yeah, of course! And," She smirks, "If you don't mind me asking, what am I getting out of this?" She was joking (as she often did), of course, but teasing him was fun.

"I... Well... I'll help you with your sword technique. I know you've wanted to get better, especially after that one night we sparred... You do remember, correct?" He asks. "You better not have forgotten."

~~~~~~

Flashback

"Ash. Spar with me." Felix says, pointing his wooden training sword down at the figure sitting in the corner of the training grounds, her head buried in a book.

"Me?!" She asks, pushing up her red glasses and placing a bookmark in her book and setting it to the side. She looks the figure up and down, biting her lip. His amber eyes were are sharp as daggers, but she loved it.

"Yes, genius. Who else would I be talking to? Which other Ash is here right now? I've beaten almost everyone here, I need someone new." He grunts, tucking a stray strand of his dark blue hair behind his ear.

"Well then, love, I don't think I'll be of much help to you. I'm sorry." Says Ash, standing up from her seat on the ground, grabbing her book, and brushing off her pants.

"... You always start acting like this when I ask you to spar. Why?

"Oh, you wanna know why?! I'm sure you know exactly how it feels like to be a stand-in for somebody else in your life, don't you? It's fucking hard. My sister is one of the best knights the country has seen. Why even bother trying when I'm never going to be what everyone expects to be?!"

Felix nods his head slowly and gently hugs her. "I... I get it. That's how I felt when Glenn was around. Hell, that's how I still feel. So... Let's learn together, okay? We'll be the best. Just as good as your sister."

Ash's eyes go wide. "Damn... Has anyone ever told you that you'd make a great motivational speaker?"

"No. I often times prefer to let my sword do the talking, and I do not believe that is appropriate for most group settings unfortunately."

Ash lets out a chuckle and takes off her jacket, folding up the sleeves of her shirt underneath as she grabs a training sword. "Okay, pretty boy, let's go."

Ash nearly screams at how quick he moves, and it takes all her skill just to dodge out of the way of his attacks. Swords clash, and she's pushed back by the sheer amount of force he was pressing against her blade. "Damn, Felix. You're," Ash pants, "strong. Really damn strong."

She was beginning to tire out. She looks him up and down, only to sigh at the fact that he had no visible weaknesses. She'd have to create a distraction then.

"Hey, Felix?"

"What is it?" He responds, his moves not slowing down in the slightest.

She knocks her blade against his, leaning in a bit, only to gently connect their lips. He freezes against her, "O-oh. Thanks."

She smirks at the opportunity to sweep at his legs, knocking him onto the ground. She points her wooden blade at his neck. "Boom, I win. Get rekt, bitch."

He gasps, pushing himself back up to his feet. "Cheater!"

"I simply used my resources."

~~~~~~

"Hey," She shrugs, "There's no way I could have forgotten. You seriously don't have to, though. I hope you know that. I'll help you no matter what, I'm your girlfriend." Ash smiles at the thought.

He rolls his eyes, "Quit being sappy, just help me with this spell."

"Of course, Lixie."

Damn this is fun! This next one takes place after the timeskip, so it's five years later and during the war :)!

The battlefield was relentless and rough. Reinforcements kept on coming, and Felix was exhausted. Slice one down, move to the next. Slice one down, move to the next. Felix had to keep going. Some of his allies were behind him, shooting arrows and blasting magic.

Ash was on the other side of the battlefield, blasting fireballs and stabbing the soldiers who tried to charge at her. Felix felt a proud smirk on his face - She'd improved so much.

"FELIX!" Calls Sylvain, "Watch out! To your left!"

Felix gasps, seeing a flyer attempt to hit him. He dodged as best as he could, but he couldn't stop the axe from tearing into his arm. He screams. But he keeps fighting, the adrenaline pulsing through his veins.

Felix takes down as many Empire soldiers as he can, but he fails to see an archer taking aim directly at him.

The arrow hits Felix square in the chest, and he falls down onto one knee. "Fuck... Is this... going to be my final stand?"

"Felix!" Screams Ash. She casts Bolting and takes out the flyer, and starts immediately running over to Felix. "Sylvain, take out the archer for me, yeah? Cover us." She says, softly holding Felix, her hands soaked crimson.

"You okay, Lix?"

"I'm bleeding out."

"Y-yeah..." She says, taking a shaky breath. "I'm not... the best with blood, but it's okay."

Felix pushes her away and rises back to his feet, "It's fine. I-I'll be okay. If it makes you uneasy, leave me be." He reaches for his weapon and falls back onto his knees, "Or not."

"Okay." Ash takes a deep breath in, "I can do this." She casts the strongest healing spell she knows, and tosses Felix a concoction, which he gratefully chugs.

"Thank you. You did well. You're doing so well." Felix says, grabbing his sword.

"Wait!" Ash says.

"Yes? Make it fast, I'm trying to, you know, not get killed."

"I love you." She says, pulling him closer for a small kiss.

~~~~~~

Here's another one because I don't want to do my homework :) this time it's an actual verbal fight lmao

"Felix, can you shut up for once?! I'm sick of your attitude." Ash says, slamming her hands down onto the dark wood of her desk.

"Excuse me?! You're so fucking sensitive, you can't handle anything. You never think about how you bother other people, or worse, hold them back." He says, standing up from his seat on her (their, if we're being honest) bed.

"Oh, so now it's ME who's holding people back?! You're the one who never takes a moment to think about how painful your words can be. Has anyone ever told you that insulting people isn't a way to show affection? It hurts, Felix. It fucking hurts. But wait, you don't care, do you? You never care about anything other than your damn training and your stupid dead brother. You always go on and on about how the dead are dead and the living are living, but you never take a piece of your own advice."

At this point, Felix was fuming. He punches the wall next to him, "Don't you dare bring Glenn into this!"

"I just want you to care, Felix! All this insulting and being a fucking bitch is getting you nowhere. It's getting us nowhere. And frankly, I'm sick of it. Do better." She says, standing up and walking out of the room. She immediately flees to the training grounds, walking as fast as she can. All she saw was red and tears threatened to spill from her eyes.

Felix buries his face in his hands. "Damnit. I'm such a fool..." He takes a few moments to himself to calm down, before standing up and starting to search around the monastery for her. Where could she possibly be?

He wanders around the stone walls, taking in the chill of the cold night. He'd always liked the night. But the night felt different when he was alone.

Felix hears small sniffles coming from the direction of the training grounds. "... I made her cry." A pang of guilt hits him. Ash cried easily, and he knew that. She often joked about it. But very rarely was he the one making her cry. And he didn't like it one bit.

He walks into the training grounds only to see Ash huddled up in the corner, her head between her knees. They'd spent so much time on the ground of the training grounds together, laughing and smiling. But tonight was different.

"... Hey, Ash." He says, slowly approaching her. "Are you... okay?"

"I dunno. I'm fine. I'll be fine." She says, not even bothering to look up at him from her spot on the cold ground.

"I... thought about what you said. I think you might be right. I'll try to tone it down, I promise." He says quietly.

She looks up at him, her brown eyes shining in the moonlight. "Wait... Really?"

"Yes." He says, sitting down next to her, making sure to leave some space in between. "But... I also want you to hear me out."

She takes a deep breath and nods.

"I'm sorry for being rude. You know that I don't realize the weight of my words sometimes. I understand where you come from, I just... I'm scared of getting attached. I can't lose anybody else..." Felix blubbers quickly. He wasn't used to being vulnerable, it always made him feel weak.

"... Okay. I understand, Felix." Says Ash, scooting a bit closer to him and taking his hand into hers. "Let's just make an effort to understand eachother, yeah? No more dumb fights."

"Yeah." Responds Felix, gently pulling her onto his lap and kissing her. He wraps his arms around her back and finds himself smiling into the kiss. With her, he felt like he was at home.

#oops that was a lot #it was fun though!#thank you for asking :)!#answered #anon #kiss asks #me x the boys

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dragonofyang · 6 years

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why do you love eridan so much??? hes a little shit murderer

Ohoho anon you just opened the floodgates for exactly why I love that he’s a little shit murderer so buckle up

He, much like I, has a flair for the dramatic, as well as just a very striking character design with a very pretty shade of purple so visually he’s right up my alley with all the gold and purple and a motherfucking cape. I adore that shade of purple and have for years before reading Homestuck, I’ve owned lipstick that color for ages now, so getting into fandom and cosplay and such just makes my appreciation for appealing character design that much stronger. I could go into detail of why I love the aesthetics of all the trolls so much but that’s a topic for another post lmao but if you wanna know which other characters I love for their visual interest it’s (in no particular order) Kanaya, Feferi, and Nepeta as far as the post-scratch trolls go. Ancestors are always my fucking jam aesthetically, too but then again what don’t I love about them.

But looking at him from the perspective of an English major he’s very interesting as a character. He’s rounded and has a concrete history both in life and in relationships with the other characters, as well as having just a very striking personality. If I were to read him in a book, I would not forget who the fuck Eridan Ampora is precisely because his characterization wouldn’t let you. Granted, this applies to pretty much any of the main characters of Homestuck, so why does he strike more of a resonance with me than some of the others?

Excellent question and one that I can only theorize has something to do with his design but it also has something to do with what I discussed just a paragraph ago: his personality and his relationships. The full argument is under the cut so this is your TL;DR, anon.

His most key relationships we see as far as canonical romantic ones are Feferi and Vriska, so it’s through his relationships to them I’m going to analyze his character, as well as his relationship with his ancestor Orphaner Dualscar. As a character, we see that he’s a megalomaniac and has his head so far up his ass he’s talking around his horns, but we also see that he’s a historian, a tactician, a sailor, and extremely inventive, as proven by his doomsday devices and the detritus around his hive that show his nightly life. Granted, this alone just makes him sound like a bad 80′s sci-fi villain complete with the douchebag cape, even with all the potential to show off his battle prowess and tactical skills, which we see somewhat but not to the extent that we see him be, as you put it, “a little shit murderer”. He’s also one of the physically strongest trolls, being able to ride his lusus without holding the reins and not falling off when he fires Ahab’s Crosshairs, which I find interesting purely because Equius is cited to be the strongest of the trolls, but the others aren’t really ranked by strength. Then again, Equius is an outlier who arguably can’t be counted for an understanding of typical trollian strength, a topic which has been discussed to death.

But what do we get when we put this master tactician and egomaniac together with other characters? We get *drum roll* ROUNDED OUT CHARACTER AND DEVELOPMENT.

Let’s start with Vriska. Vriska is his kismesis. He despises her and sees her as his rival in many ways and often tries to think of things to outfox her craftiness. She antagonizes and mocks him and spurs him to create doomsday devices, and essentially highlights the worst ways he can utilize his skills in the murder trade. She also is the wit to his brawn in a sense, preferring mind games while he prefers more physical devices, again: doomsday devices and killing outright (his orphaning) rather than maiming somebody via a proxy (Terezi) or tricking them into being nearly killed (Tavros). So together they’re the tag team of all the ways they can fuck your shit up, but he also is fairly gullible because he falls for Vriska’s shit, then gets mad about it which I feel makes his otherwise-terrifying abilities and undercuts them with his obvious inability to not take things seriously.

However, the gullibility doesn’t much showcase how insidious it is as a flaw for Eridan than when he’s around Feferi. While Vriska doesn’t hide that she loves tricking him and toying with him, Feferi, whether intentionally or not, also uses Eridan for her own means. Feferi is where we get a more tender side of Eridan, because where Vriska exacerbates his worst traits and how they’re expressed, Feferi tempers him and shows more of his emotional range as a troll. Through her we see that he has a capacity for empathy and that he’s also a whiny little bitch when he’s not shooting whale lusii out of the sky or plotting the apocalypse over tea. Feferi herself is conflicted with killing lusii to feed G’lbgolyb, she has a sea animal rescue for the cute critters (of which is a whole other essay on the ethics of cute conservation that I’ve seen analyzed before but can’t remember where). But because Feferi herself is conflicted with her duty as an heiress, she passes the burden of orphaning trolls across Alternia to Eridan, who accepts. You could argue that he takes the job because he’s just that murder-hungry, but you have to also consider this: Feferi is the troll closest to him. She is his one confidant and he cares for her as a moirail. It’s his duty to be there for her and to help ease the burden of the cruel Alternian environment and society, so he takes on a grueling job of immense physical and emotional tax so that she doesn’t have to do it herself. Arguably this is her shuffling guilt onto Eridan because “hey, I’m not killing them” and therefore using him, but Eridan takes on the task of murdering lusii and does so knowing that it’s not his place in Alternian society. So as much as he’s an Imperial loyalist and a hemocasteist, he also is willing to shuck certain roles aside if it’s for the well-being of trolls he cares for, which lends some absolutely delicious conflict to him as a character.

By taking on the role of orphaning trolls, Eridan cements himself firmly to the reader as the next Empress’ right hand. This puts him in the role of executioner of the throne’s will, as well as echoing the role and footsteps of his ancestor, Orphaner Dualscar. Eridan looks up to Dualscar, effectively his better in every way (both to him and in record), but Dualscar also falls prey to Serket mind games which ultimately leads him to his not-so-humorous death at the hands of the Grand Highblood. Eridan is ironically following exactly his footsteps, which only truly get thwarted by entering the Medium in their SGRUB session. In the Medium, we get more proof still of Eridan’s prowess as a young military leader, as well as see just how ruthless a highblood raised to be the cream of the Alternian crop can be as he mistakenly kills all the angels on his planet.

However, the brunt of his conflict and my point of interest remains with how Feferi juxtapositions him and shows the reader just how much emotional potential there is for Eridan. Eridan’s flushed feelings for Feferi grow, and he’s so hesitant to admit his feelings to her for fear of rejection (an understandable fear, especially at that age), but here’s the kicker: his ego and his hemocasteism set him up for the most ultimate of failure because he refuses to accept Sollux as the better choice because of his massive flaws of being a classist bastard. The two of them had always been at odds in the comic for a whole slew of reasons that gets the fandom hot and bothered for that pitch ship, but it comes to a head here where Eridan is proving his selfishness by trying to get Feferi to jump ship and join Jack with him. As much as he cares about saving himself, he still cares for Feferi enough that he feels he can bargain her safety if she comes with him, even though there’s no proof or guarantee he could spare even himself from Jack Noir. He fights first to try and protect Feferi (albeit his reasoning/methods are at odds with his goal) and then he fights for himself and his perceived status as a highblood being usurped by a lowblood competitor, ultimately culminating in his death.

So why do I love him so much? The answer is so deliciously simple but so complicated all the same. I love him because he’s full of contradiction and drama and because we can get such a full picture of him. I love him because he is the result of being one of Alternia’s best and brightest, without the moral complications Feferi faces or the hemocaste complications of the other up-and-coming trolls in the cast. He is, at least in part, what Alternia is and what it does to its citizens and neither he nor the writing pull any punches. He’s a well-written deuteragonist who you’re not meant to feel sympathy for or have his villainous actions excused by his past and without the moral complications of being a hero in the story. His actions ultimately paint him as an antagonist, but by the gods he leaves with as much flair as he comes in and remains one of the most striking characters of the comic to me.

So he might be a little shit murderer, but there’s a reason you remember him as being a shit murderer.

And by God if that isn’t wonderful writing.

#Anonymous #dragon's ramblings #homestuck #eridan ampora #LMAO I WROTE SO MUCH

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ieechans · 7 years

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Love Equation | Oneshot

Summary: Me minus you equals zero. Word Count: 2,648 Genre: angsty-ish with fluff :^) Member: Lee Chan TW: none i can think of! let me know if you need anything tagged

A/N: project “try to write something for the loml every day until his bday” is a go! idk if i can manage this, but i’m trying my best :’) also, has anyone caught the trend yet? if you haven’t, then wait until tomorrow’s post and try to see if you get it!

“I don’t need tutoring.”

Jihoon raised an eyebrow at the younger and leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms. “Then tell me about your D+ in Calculus. Tell me about your C in Chemistry.”

“That’s because those subjects involve math!” Chan protested, throwing his hands up. “Why don’t you look at my A in English or my A- in Civics?”

“Because those won’t matter if you fail the other two,” Jihoon retorted. “You need the credits if you want to graduate.”

Chan clamped his mouth shut and sank back into his seat. Jihoon was right, but in his defense, he didn’t have time to study. The older boys were always making him go on runs, whether it be to the convenience store for snacks or to a claimed territory because they forgot something there. He couldn’t exactly object as they’d always end up pestering him. He bit the inside of his cheek as Jihoon continued to reprimand him.

“What? You think you’re invincible just because you’re in a gang?” He let out a frustrated sigh as he ran his hands through his hair. “Do better. Your education is more important than us.”

“Can’t Seungkwan tutor me?” Chan mumbled. “I don’t see why I have to go to this person I’ve never met before when we have Mr. Senior-Class-Rank-3 right here.”

“Seungkwan is busy and you know that,” Jihoon said flatly. “And you do know this person. Go get your backpack. Joshua will drive you to their apartment.”

Chan hauled himself off the seat and headed towards the door. “Can you at least tell me who it is?”

Jihoon gave Chan a smug grin. “It’s your class president. Have fun.”

It was almost as if a scowl was engraved onto Chan’s face. Despite Joshua trying to cheer him up -- even offering to buy him dinner on the way back, he refused to smile. He was fully capable of raising his grades himself, and he didn’t understand why Jihoon thought sending him to you would make a difference. Sure, you were the class president. Sure, you were in the student council. Sure, you were class rank 1. But none of that mattered because he knew this wasn’t going to work out.

He mumbled a goodbye to Joshua as he hopped out of the van, slinging his backpack over his shoulders. He trudged into the apartment complex and made his way to the elevator. He punched in the floor number and waited. Once the doors slid open, he made his way down the hall until he reached your room: room 211.

With a hesitant hand, he knocked on your door and took a deep breath. He had to remain composed. If he just managed to stay focused and get his grades up, he wouldn’t have to --

“Hey, Chan,” you said, opening the door. You gave him a small smile. “You ready to do some math?”

Nope. He couldn’t do it. He brushed past you and entered your apartment without replying. You scrunched up your face as he walked past. What was his problem? You shrugged it off and shut the door, heading towards your living room. Chan had already seated himself at one end of your coffee table and pulled out his notebooks. You took a seat beside him and he looked up from his notes and grimaced at you.

“Could you not sit so close to me? It’s stuffy.”

You pursed your lips and scooted away. “I don’t see how I’ll be able to help you if you don’t want me sitting next to you, but fine.”

“I don’t need help. I can do this on my own,” he replied, his voice monotone.

You squinted at him. You didn’t get why he was being so cold to you, but you decided to just leave him be. “You do you then. I’ll be in the kitchen if you need me.”

He said nothing in response. You got up and went to your kitchen, hoisting yourself onto the counter. With nothing better to do, you pulled out your cellphone can began to browse through social media. You were told to help him study for two hours every other day, but if he didn’t want to cooperate then it wasn’t your business. As you thumbed through your posts, a notification alerted you that your friend was texting you.

[From: Rocky] 4:58 P.M.: Y/N [From: Rocky] 4:58 P.M.: Y/N [From: Rocky] 4:58 P.M.: Y/N [To: Rocky] 4:58 P.M.: What? [From: Rocky] 4:59 P.M.: Do something with me! I’m bored :( [To: Rocky] 4:59 P.M.: I can’t I’m tutoring someone right now [From: Rocky] 4:59 P.M.: Wow look at you! You’re so cool and smart~ [To: Rocky] 4:59 P.M.: Leave me alone Minhyuk. I’m positive this guy hates me or something [From: Rocky] 5:00 P.M.: Um? The only person allowed to hate you is me? [From: Rocky] 5:00 P.M.: I’M KIDDING THO. Who is it?

You smiled at your phone fondly. Minhyuk always managed to make you feel better.

[To: Rocky] 5:00 P.M.: That one guy in our calc class… Chan [From: Rocky] 5:00 P.M.: Ohhh him… Hasn’t he been in our classes since kindergarten? [From: Rocky] 5:01 P.M.: But don’t worry, he hates everyone! [To: Rocky] 5:01 P.M.: How is that supposed to make me feel better lmao [From: Rocky] 5:01 P.M.: Unless you’re his friends Hansol or Seungkwan, he probably won’t talk to you [From: Rocky] 5:02 P.M.: Don’t take it too seriously! You’re a pleasure to be around, nerd :^)

You let out a sigh. You knew it wasn’t that big of a deal, but you just wondered why he was so bitter. You glanced over at your living room. His brows were furrowed in concentration as his blue pen ran across the page. You returned your attention to your phone and continued to converse with Minhyuk. You jumped from topic to topic: starting from your Calculus teacher’s new twin daughters to what you were going to eat for lunch the next day. You were so immersed in your conversation, that you didn’t even notice Chan entering the kitchen.

“Y/N.”

Startled, you clutched your phone to your chest. You felt your cheeks heat up from getting scared so easily. “What?”

“I’m done. Can you check my work?” he asked, nodding his head towards the living room.

You nodded and followed him to the coffee table. He sat back down on the carpet and you took care to sit a few feet away from him. He pushed his notes toward you and you skimmed through his papers. As you were reworking a problem, your phone repeatedly buzzed with notifications. You glanced over at the screen and rolled your eyes. Minhyuk was annoyed that you left your sentence unfinished. You reverted your attention back to the problem, but Chan seemed to have more interest in your phone.

“Rocky?” he asked suddenly.

“Minhyuk. We have class with him,” you replied as you typed the equation on a calculator. “He’s my best friend. Also, I suggest you don’t use pen on math. Especially gel pen. It bleeds through the paper.”

He seemed to not hear the second bit. “Park Minhyuk?”

You looked up at Chan and raised an eyebrow at him. “Is there another Minhyuk that goes by Rocky in our Calculus class?”

Chan looked down at his lap and twiddled his thumbs. “Just asking.”

You finished up the problem and pushed Chan’s papers back towards him. You explained how to do it and he nodded along. You weren’t even sure if he was listening, but it would have been awkward to just stop in the middle of your sentence. Once you finished your explanation, he nodded and began to pack up his things.

“Where’re you going?”

“Home,” he said. “It’s seven. My ride should be here.”

You checked your phone and he was right. “O-oh. I’ll walk you out, then.”

“Don’t need to.” He hoisted his backpack onto his shoulder and walked past you, heading straight to the door. “Bye.”

Before you could even say goodbye back, he slammed the door shut. You frowned and rolled your eyes, unlocking your phone to reply to Minhyuk’s decuple text. Fine, be that way.

Chan opened the door to the passenger seat and pulled himself into the van. He buckled up and immediately distracted himself on his phone, giving Joshua one-word responses. The second they got back to the hideout, Chan left the van and went right inside, ignoring the older boys asking him to run to the convenience store. Once he was in the confines of his room, he threw himself onto his bed, burying himself under the sheets. He heard a shift in his makeshift door curtains and he groaned.

“I’m not going to the store to buy you chips. I’m tired,” he grumbled.

“We just came to see if you wanted to play a game with us, but be like that then,” Seungkwan scoffed.

Chan peeked out from under his blanket to see Hansol and Seungkwan with their handheld consoles, the familiar catchy tune of a racing game playing quietly.

“Not in the mood today, sorry.”

“I just unlocked the new map, c’mon man,” Hansol urged, kicking off his shoes and hopping onto the bed.

Chan’s hand slowly went under his pillow, his fingertips touching the cool surface of his own console. “Fine, one game,” Chan said, the corners of his lips curling up into a smile.

Seungkwan narrowed his gaze and joined the two on Chan’s bed. “Joshua told us you were in a bad mood. Why’s that?”

Any instance of a good mood immediately vanished as Chan’s face fell. “Woozi-hyung is making me go to tutoring. I’m not dumb, I can raise my grades myself.”

“Why didn’t he just let me tutor you? I’m class rank 3, you know,” Seungkwan said matter-of-factly.

“Said you were busy. Now I’m stuck getting tutored by --” Chan lowered his head, his voice dropping to a whisper concentrating on his console’s startup screen -- “Y/N.”

Hansol and Seungkwan quickly glanced at each other, a grin slowly spreading on both their faces. Seungkwan had to bite down on his lower lip from laughing, but Hansol couldn’t help but begin the pestering.

“Dude, isn’t that the person you’ve been crushing on since kindergarten?” he blurted.

“Shut up!” Chan shouted, immediately throwing his pillow at Hansol’s face. “It was since fifth grade and they probably don’t even like me back!”

Seungkwan burst into laughter, clutching his stomach, “Oh my god, you really do have a crush on them! We were just messing with you, but thanks for confirming our suspicions!”

Chan’s eye’s widened, blood rushing to his face. “Get out of my room!”

“So like, is it a study date or a study date?” Hansol snickered.

“I bet you two have great chemistry!” Seungkwan added.

“Jeonghan-hyung!”

Hansol and Seungkwan scrambled off the bed and ran out of Chan’s room, their laughter echoing off the halls of the wing. With a frustrated groan, Chan fell back onto his bed and squeezed his eyes shut. He curled himself into a ball and stayed in that position. Tutoring with you was definitely not going to work out.

Every other day at 5:00 PM, Chan would silently show up at your apartment, stay for two hours, and leave. As the sessions went by, he finally said more than two words at a time, even engaging in a conversation with you once. Although you still wondered why he refused to befriend you, you didn’t want to push it. Your job was just to help him pass his classes.

One month passed and an important Calculus test neared. Chan informed you that if he passed the test, his grade would finally become a solid B and he wouldn’t have to come over for tutoring anymore. You were happy that he was finally doing well in the class, but you couldn’t help but feel sad that his presence wouldn’t be in your apartment anymore.

One nerve wracking test later, you sat in your seat nervously waiting for your teacher to pass back your paper. You almost ripped the test out of your teacher’s hands as they handed it to you, and you braced yourself for the worst. You breathed out a sigh of relief when you saw the bright red ninety-seven written in pen beside your name, and immediately leaned over to Minhyuk’s desk to compare scores.

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw your teacher handing Chan his exam. You looked at his face and saw disappointment in his eyes. You felt your heart ache. Did he get a bad score? You knew how hard he worked to get a passing score. You excused yourself from your conversation with Minhyuk and got out of your seat, heading towards Chan.

“Hey, what did you get on the --” you began, but you were interrupted by the sound of the bell ringing, signaling that it was time for lunch.

Chan didn’t seem to hear you and grabbed his backpack, getting out of his seat. He picked up his paper and went straight to the doorway without sparing you a glance. From where you were standing, you caught a glimpse of his score. You furrowed your brow in confusion, wondering why he seemed so upset. You swore you saw a bright red eighty-nine gracing the top of his exam.

As you walked down the hallway, you continued to argue with Minhyuk about where to eat. You were positive that he chose the place the last time, and that the food there wasn’t even good. You giggled at his attempts to justify himself, his stammering being a dead-giveaway that he knew you were right.

“Just admit it,” you sighed, turning the knobs of your lock. “The sushi there was bad.”

“Well, not as bad as your taste in burgers,” Minhyuk countered.

You pulled the lock off and opened up your locker and noticed a haphazardly folded piece of lined paper sitting atop your books. The paper itself had something written inside for sure; whoever wrote it used blue ink that bled through the page. You curiously reached into your locker and plucked it off the stack, uncreasing the piece of parchment. Minhyuk dropped the subject of food and leaned closer to you, hoping to get a peek at the paper.

“What does it say?”

You defensively held the paper close to your chest, taking a step away from Minhyuk. He rolled his eyes and excused himself, leaving to go talk to one of his upperclassman friends. Once you were sure he was gone, you held out the paper in front of you, your eyes scanning over the familiar handwriting.

Me minus you equals zero, but when we’re together the synergy multiplies. So I’m enrolling you, to me, with the answer of us. I’m going to make a love equation.

You felt your cheeks heat up as you read over the lines a couple of more times. You were honestly stumped until you noticed a tiny note scrawled at the very bottom of the page, covered by your thumb. You held the paper closer to your face and squinted, trying to make out what it said.

Thanks for tutoring me. Bye.

#seventeen imagines #seventeen scenarios #lee chan #dino #hell yeah son!!!!#i like this one a lot fjkdsa #tsundere chan hmhmhm :^)#anyways its gonna be his birthday in 7 days!!!!!!#i love lee chan!!!!!!#dabs gently

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