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jungk0oksthighs · 2 years

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Against The Odds | Happy Birthday pt.3

Pairing - jungkook x reader, taehyung x reader

Genre - angst, smut, fluff, established relationship, ceo!jungkook, ceo!reader, attorney!taehyung

Word Count - 4.4K

Taehyung stops by your apartment while you're home alone

Warnings: swearing, heavy drinking, heavy angst, unrequited love, violence

FULL SERIES COLLECTION

It’s officially your birthday, the alarm on your phone signalling the arrival of midnight comes like a sucker punch straight to the jaw. You’re sitting alone in your apartment, surrounded by presents and balloons and decorations that leave a sour taste on your tongue. Taking a page from Jungkook’s book you started drinking champagne from the bottle around an hour ago, the one you’re clutching to your chest while you sob being the second one – and it’s almost empty.

Jungkook wants to postpone the wedding, your heart aches at the mere thought of it all. The argument, how he exploded, how you exploded. All because of Taehyung’s confession. Taehyung – one of your closest friends, the idea of him being in love with you makes no sense, what’s worse is that you know how guilty he feels for it. The look in his chocolate brown eyes when the words left his mouth, the way his lips quivered and pouted.

You’re the reason he and Jungkook stopped talking, and guilt gnaws your insides at how you couldn’t just simply let it go. You had to push Taehyung, wanting answers, wanting to help. That’s your problem, you never know when to stop caring and in turn it’s always you who gets hurt the most.

Your fiancé must be feeling so betrayed right now, Taehyung is his nearest, dearest, oldest and best friend in the entire world. In a way you feel as though it’s all your fault, perhaps if you’d never met Jungkook he and his bestie would be as happy as ever. But instead, he’s roaming the streets of London completely alone with a bottle of champagne being his only company. At least you think that's where he is, honestly? You don't know. He left his phone at home so your guess is as good as anybody else's.

Maybe postponing the wedding is for the best, your plate is painfully full of steaming horse shit right now. What with the ongoing missing persons investigation involving your sister and nephew, work has been non-stop, you know for a fact Jungkook’s work has been hectic lately too. It’s not the fact he wants to postpone the wedding that’s hurt you, if he’d calmly come to you with his concerns and you two had a rational, sober conversation you would’ve probably agreed with him.

But he didn’t.

Truthfully all you want to do is make things right with him, apologise, kiss and make up. Now that you’ve been left alone to calm down you can see why he was so angry, and you hope that a similar realisation has dawned on him too. It’s not that you didn’t want to tell Taehyung that his feelings aren’t reciprocated, you just simply couldn’t. You were in a total state of shock, and then to be bombarded by a surprise part you were promised wasn’t happening… It was all too much.

Your heart aches for Taehyung, it really does, you keep replaying your interactions with him over and over, trying to spot any hints or clues as to what he was feeling at the time. The man’s a natural flirt so it’s hard to say what was genuine and wasn’t. You groan, knocking back the rest of the champagne in hand. How do you feel about Tae? He’s handsome for sure, funny, sweet, caring and kind… But he’s your fiancé’s best friend. Or at least he was before you unintentionally stood in the way.

Some time passes before you hear the familiar chime of the elevator doors opening, winning you to sigh with equal parts relief and dread, scrambling to your feet – almost knocking over the table adorned with gifts and flowers in the process.

“Jungkook, I’m sorry-, I’m so fucking sorry…” Tears begin to prick your eyes as every emotion you’re feeling bubbles to the surface, the champagne you've drank making you dizzy, “I hate arguing with you I just want us to be okay again. If you want me to message Taehyung and talk this out with him I will, but I promise you I don’t—”

Your movements come to a sudden halt when you catch sight of the suited man stepping out the elevator, eyes growing big and round with shock when you struggle to muster the right words to say. Much to your genuine surprise and dare you say it a little disappointment, the man standing there is not Jungkook.

It’s Taehyung.

“Um…” You swallow, mouth opening but no words successfully coming out. Tae’s cheeks are puffy, his eyes tinted pink and his lips swollen. It’s obvious he’s being crying, still dressed in the forest green suit and cream shirt you’d seen him in a few hours prior. He’s wetting his lips with his tongue, Adam’s apple bouncing in his throat when he looks to the ground.

“Jungkook’s not here?” He asks, tone low and riddled with insecurity, you know he feels small and uncertain but truthfully you don't know how to comfort him. You don't know if you should comfort him.

“No… We had a fight and he went for a walk…” You state matter-of-factly with a heartbroken sigh, messily wiping the tears from your face, “Listen Taehyung you should go—”

"I will, I will..." His large palms raise defensively, nodding in defeat, "But there's something I need to ask you first."

“Taehyung… Why are you here? Now’s not a great time.”

“I came here to apologise, figured the party would be over by now.” He murmurs, stepping into the apartment, “Y/N I’m sorry.” He shakes his head, shame and regret washing his usually sharp feline-like features, “The last thing I wanted to do was make you uncomfortable, or make you guys fight.”

“I’m the one who should be sorry,” Your eyes well up again, the realisation crashing down on you so hard it earns you to scoff, “I shouldn’t have kept pushing for you to tell me what was wrong and—”

“You have nothing to apologise for Y/N. This is my fault.” His chin visibly quivers, eyes darting round the room when he finds the gift he bought you slumped onto a table, “I-, I thought I was doing something nice by buying you such a sentimental gift… I realise now it was naïve of me to think that, honestly? I’m not sure what my intentions were. So I came here to ask for it back… I was expecting a right hook from Jungkook too if I’m being completely honest.”

You follow his gaze, turning to said gift with a solemn expression, “Oh… Well he’s not here, and I haven’t actually opened it yet, Jungkook and I… Well we argued about-, something else.” You refrain from giving him all the details.

“I’m sorry Taehyung but if you’re here when he gets home it’s just going to make things a million times worse… I’m sorry… But you need to go.” You sigh, closing your eyes, you hate seeing him so upset but you know he can’t be here when Kook gets home, he's already in a bad mood and Taehyung's presence will do nothing but heighten it.

“You haven’t opened it?” You can’t pinpoint the exact emotion blanketing the attorney’s features. Sadness? Disappointment? Relief? You’re not sure, he’s making his way over to you cautiously and you take a step back. “Y/N…” Taehyung exhales, pursing his lips awkwardly, “I’m-, I’m not gonna try anything you don’t need to be scared of me—”

“No I’m not scared of you.” You offer an apologetic smile, gently shaking your head, “Trust me that’s not it I just-, I’m still… Processing-, what you… I just think it would be best if you leave. I’m so sorry…”

“Stop apologising.” A puff of air rips from his nostrils when he brushes past you in a few long strides, collecting his gift, “I’m the one who ruined your birthday, I just came by to ask if I could take this. I’ll be going now…”

As much as you hate to admit it, curiosity envelops your senses and you find yourself gripping his elbow loosely, turning until his face is in arms-distance of yours, “Wait… What’s so bad about the gift? I thought you said it was sentimental? ...Actually-,” You release him from your hold, shakily running fingers through your hair, “Doesn’t matter… Sorr-, okay….”

“You really didn’t open it, did you?” Taehyung whispers, swallowing.

“No… Should I have?”

There’s a beat of tension, entirely silent. Taehyung’s expression is pinched, brows furrowed, he looks to be having an internal moral debate with himself for a few seconds before he opens his lips to speak again, “No. It’s a good thing you didn’t open it, like I said I’m not sure my motives behind it were exactly… Friendly.”

Nodding slowly you blink at him, registering how heartbrokenly devastated he looks. Usually he’s such a confident, albeit a little eccentric man – but everything about him screams self-loathing. Down to his deflated posture and glassy eyes. He’s such a great guy, so caring and considerate and not to mention effortlessly handsome. It’s not like he’ll struggle to find someone that will make him happy… That’s all you want for him.

Happiness.

“Tae…?” You peer up at him through damp eyelashes, breath catching in your throat.

His gaze is intense yet threatening to be hopeful, “Yeah?”

You blink at him again, inhaling, “I-, please don’t… You’re not going to do anything stupid, right? I know you’re hurting and I’m so sorry that I can’t make it go away… But please, I’m worried about you Tae… please promise me you won’t-, that you won’t do something reckless…”

“Y/N.” He cuts you off with a tiny smile, dipping his down low enough to look you dead in the eye, “I won’t… You may not feel the same way about me, and that’s okay… But I care about you too much to cause you any more pain. You’re going through enough—”

“Stop that,” You sigh, growing frustrated, “Don’t put me on some kind of pedestal, I’m asking you not to do something reckless for you. Not because of me. For your family, friends, Jungkook would be deva—”

“I meant every single word I said tonight.” Taehyung’s fingers itch to reach out and touch you, comfort you, you can tell by the way his fist keeps balling and unbaling, unsure of what to do, “I never intended for this to happen and I wish I could stop my heart from bleeding every time I see you, but I can’t. So… This is gonna be the last time you’ll see me for a while, not forever but I need to stay away from you and Kook for a bit, for my own sanity if nothing else.”

“Taehyung…” Your eyes well up, drowning in his sorrow.

“I promise I’ll look after myself.” He gnaws his lower lip anxiously, “Take care of Jungkook for me...” You can hear how wobbly his tone is, how badly he’s hurting. “This isn’t forever, when everybody’s calmed down and things have blown over I’d still like to be best man at the wedding… Providing Jungkook wants that of course.” A pained smile tugs the corners of his lips.

You can’t catch the scoff that bubbles your throat in time, sniffling, “Right… The wedding.” The wedding that may not be going ahead anymore. You cough, attempting to rid yourself of the lump forming at the back of your throat, “I’m so sorry about how things have worked out between you two, you're his best friend... He'll come around.”

“You don’t have to apologise for anything, really it’s okay.” He nods, though you don’t know whether he’s trying to convince you or himself with that statement as he begins to walk back to the elevator, the gift firmly in his grip.

But then he stops, his broad shoulders noticeably tense and he peers back at you, frowning a little, “I’m sorry that I’m even asking you this…” He exhales, wetting his lips before nervously biting down on them, “You… You don’t-,” He dramatically sighs with puffed out cheeks, “Would it be fair to assume you feel nothing for me?”

You fight a surprised gasp, “I—”

“Doesn’t matter,” He dismisses you, shaking his head, “I already know the answer, it’s written all over your face…” He says, turning his body to face you while hugging the dry-cleaning bag he came for, “A part of me was naïve enough to think I’d feel relieved now you know, but I guess loving someone out loud is more painful than loving them silently. They look at you differently, their perception of you changes, and in turn the things you love most about them start to disappear…”

He’s sniffling, avoiding your gaze. “You haven’t smiled at me once tonight, haven’t thrown your head back from laughing, haven’t rolled your eyes at me and shut down my compliments… Loving you from afar was lonely, but openly being in love with you knowing that you don’t feel the same way is much lonelier.”

“…I’m so-, Taehyung I am so sorry.” You whisper, your heart shattering into a million tiny pieces for a million different reasons. Selfishly you don’t want to lose him, he’s too much of a good person to be going through something like this alone. But you know you have to prioritise your relationship right now, you have to, it’s already hanging on by a thread.

“Don’t be.” He manages to catch a sob in his throat before it’s wholly audible, “You and Jungkook are perfect together, it’s me who’s the problem here. I should’ve never told you both about my feelings, and I sure as hell shouldn’t have gone out of my way to buy you the wedding dress you wanted.” He scoffs, looking to the ceiling in disbelief at the exact moment your heart stops beating.

“You did… what?”

He groans, regret evident in his large-rounded eyes, “I mean… Shit!” Taehyung’s head flies back, eyes squeezed shut, “Just forget—”

His words fizzle into background noise, your heart beating so fast it can be heard through your ears. He tracked down the wedding dress you wanted, the one Yuri had shown him a picture of once in your office. Everybody knew how much that dress meant to you, but it was Taehyung who went out of his way to buy it? Shocked isn’t the word. Dumbfounded isn’t the word. Confused isn’t the word. There is no word to explain the conflicting emotions whirling round your mind, simultaneously filling and breaking your heart all in the same breath.

“I can’t believe you’d do that for me…” Your voice is broken, barely audible.

For the first time in what feels like a long time you see Taehyung's real smile, his signature boxy grin brightening his tanned skin. He looks flustered, a little awkward and child-like, but it’s not long before his features drop with despair, “It was too much… I know it was, I-, I just wanted you to be happy.”

“Taehyung…” You openly sob, covering your unsteady jaw with your hands, “Thank you so much… But I can’t accept that.”

“I know... Jungkook would kill me.” He almost laughs.

“No-,” You sigh, averting your eyes away from him, there’s still a good amount of distance between your bodies and you figure it best to keep it that way, thinking it’s a really good job you didn’t open that gift in front of your fiancé…

“I can’t accept it because-, well…” Do you tell him the truth? Should you tell him the truth? You want to tell him the truth, so you do, alcohol clouding your judgement, “Jungkook wants to postpone the wedding… I’m not even sure if there’s going to be a wedding anymore.” You crumble, clutching your pained chest with your hands as the realisation hits – Jungkook might not want to marry you anymore.

“What?” Tae’s mouth falls open in something akin to astonishment, but he doesn’t look happy or smug or anything like that. He looks… Exhausted, desperate and blanketed with empathy. “Y/N he’ll come around, sometimes he says shit out of anger that he doesn’t mean. He didn't mean that, I know he didn't.”

You visibly disagree, “He’s never said something he didn’t mean out of anger to me… Never. I-, I’m sorry you’re the last person I should be telling this to. Just-, you should go before he comes back. If he even comes back.” You sniffle, on the verge of a mental breakdown.

Taehyung edges closer to you, until he’s close enough to pull you into his strong chest in a warm embrace, you welcome the comfort, pressing your forehead to his collarbone all while continuing to cry against him, “Sweetheart listen to me, okay?” He’s serious, voice calm and reassuring, his large palm soothingly rubbing the spans of your back, “Jungkook loves you more than anything in this world, nothing, not even his idiot best friend catching feelings for you can change that. He’s… Well you know how he is, he bottles shit up until he can’t take it anymore and it all explodes… It’s not fair, he shouldn’t have told you he wants to postpone the wedding... But listen to me when I say that man wants nothing less than to be your husband. Y/N… He’s-,” He sighs, hand coming up to the back of your head to hold you closer to him, “You’re everything to that guy. Everything.”

“But he—”

“I know… I know…” He coos, hushing your wails, “You’ll be okay… Everything’s gonna be okay… I’m here, you’re gonna be okay. You both are.” He cradles you, dropping the dress to the ground to completely wrap his arms round your frame. You’re too emotional to make sense of what’s happening, but you’re almost certain you feel the sensation of his lips pressing a tiny kiss atop of your head.

You don’t know how long you stood holding onto Taehyung as though your life depended on it, you can’t remember him leaving or if any other words were exchanged after that. But as soon as he leaves, taking the dress with him, you find yourself drinking again, wanting to numb the pain, wanting Jungkook to come home, wanting to take Taehyung’s hurt away, wanting to fix this, wanting to fix everything.

The fact the attorney bought your dream wedding dress is at the forefront of your mind… Not even Jungkook himself had gone that above and beyond for your special day, which leaves the question: How long has he wanted to postpone the wedding for?

Your stomach hurts, anxious knots and pains like a vice grip on your internal organs. You love Jungkook more than anything, more than anyone… You can’t lose him, you just can’t. What’s worse is that you’re not angry with Taehyung for this, you have no reason to be, there really is nobody to blame for all of this.

It's all just one big, shitty, painful turn of events.

It's almost four AM and there’s still no sign of your fiancé… Or ex-fiancé… You’re not entirely sure anymore.

With a heavy heart and a dull headache you toss and turn beneath the sheets, the bed feels too big without Jungkook hogging most of it. The bedding is fresh too, meaning the familiar scent of his body wash or cologne hasn’t tainted it yet. You truly feel lost, like you’re not supposed to be here without him. Where the hell could he be? You groan, frustratedly pulling the hairs at your scalp. He’s never stormed off and left you to your own devices, the last time, the only other time you argued it was you who left.

Guilt, devastation, fear, dread, hopelessness. It’s all suffocating you right now, there’s no chance you’ll be able to sleep in this condition. Should you go and look for Jungkook? He’s left his phone here so calling him isn’t an option… Do you call Hoseok? Will he know where he is?

“Jungkook… Please just come home.” You whisper, shoving your face into your usually shared pillow. He has his own pillow of course, but when the two of you aren’t screaming at each other he prefers nuzzle his head onto yours, your noses touching. It’s been all of twenty four hours since you were last laid here like that, and you already miss it so much.

You miss him.

The sound of the emergency staircase doors opening wins you to jump, nobody ever uses the stairs to come up here, giving that you live on the very top floor. Why would Jungkook take the stairs…? You sit up in bed, covering your pyjama clad body with the fresh sheets, wide-eyed and heart racing.

“Kook…?” You call out, stare fixed to the closed bedroom door. “Kook is that you…?”

The unmistakable sound of banging, smashing and thunderous crashes flood your ears. Someone’s breaking in. You forget how to breathe, completely panicked and terrified for your life. There’s no lock on the bedroom door so you hurriedly rush over to the walk in closet and begin looking for a place to hide.

The noises get louder, heavy footsteps approaching. This isn’t Jungkook, you know he would never scare you like this. You fumble with his hanging suit jackets, slipping between the dark fabrics with a trembling body, silently cursing yourself for not bringing your phone with you to call the police.

Could it be Jimin? No, he would’ve climbed into bed with you any day before trashing the apartment. Yoongi? No, Jimin would kill him. Yuri? No, what reason does she have to break in? Taehyung wouldn’t do this either… There’s nobody you can think of who’s capable of being this brazen. It has to be a very poorly timed random break-in.

You’re covering your mouth to stifle your heavy breaths, completely concealed behind one of your favourite suits of Jungkook’s – the black one with faint white pinstripes. The one he wore to cheer you up one day because he knew you liked it.

A loud thud makes you jump in place, you’re forcing yourself not to scream, not to move, not to make any noise. The presence in the room is overbearing, you know whoever is here is just at the other side of Jungkook’s suits, you can make out a pair of white sneakers on the ground. You’re crying quietly, petrified for your life, too afraid of what’s going to happen.

“Happy birthday Y/N.” The voice says, and you’d recognise that voice in a heartbeat. Every hair on your body stands to attention, every nerve in your being washing equal parts repulsed and outraged. You’re not scared anymore, when in reality you should be. Pushing Jungkook’s blazers to one side you stand to your full height, adrenaline coursing your veins.

“What the fuck are you doing here?!” You spit venomously, “Trying to scare me?!”

“It’s working, isn’t it?” Your sister’s smile is sinister, pure evil gracing her features that look even more identical to yours than usual. She's grown her hair, it's styled the exact same as yours, her makeup, her posture, her expressions, her clothes... It's like you're standing in a mirror.

“Where’s Charlie?!” You yell, pushing Ruth away from you with so much force that she stumbles back a good amount of distance. “Where the fuck is he?! What have you done with him?! I'm gonna call the police!”

"He's fine, you'll see him soon." She softens her tone, she even sounds just like you now.

Taehyung, Jungkook, the wedding, your birthday… It all gets pushed to the back of your brain when you lock eyes with your sister. It’s at that exact moment you hear a second pair of footsteps approaching, but before you have time to turn and focus on their owner you’re struck in the head with something heavy and everything snaps to black. The last thing you hear is the sound of Ruth’s voice, her words ominous and threatening.

“Wait outside a sec, I need to change into her clothes first if I'm gonna make this work.”

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therealvinelle · 8 months

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This has been picking my squishy little thought organ.

Submitted to several others for a wide range of potential awnsers

If Jalice had a kid, what are some hypothetical gifts it could have?

I could see it having the gift of giving hallucinations.

(that previous ANON got me thinking, clearly)

Because of his emotional ability--> making them believable. [Fool the emotions all else will follow.] Her visions are quite sporadic at times. ---> crafting the mental space devoted to that.

Environmental Factors---> Bella & her daughter can project, and I think environmental factors will give the gift a push to be able to be casted. INSTEAD of actually just ending up with hyperaphantasia.

"People with hyperphantasia can imagine scenes, sounds, smells, tastes, and sensations with great clarity and detail. They may also have enhanced abilities in creativity, memory, and empathy."

Alice & Bella are besties, so they'll spend a considerable amount of time together interacting. So, I think the block Renesme has on the visions will be a giant factor too.

Despite Bella and Alice just not being close it will happen anyway. Cause there's nowhere realistically for her to go.

She's stuck and Alice probably isn't going to get a vision going oh, now is the right time to leave.

Even if you could argue oh, they'll never fight. Most likely right unless we wanna go even more Au... {Which I am 100% ok with}

But I think Alice's slight harboring of resentment for Renesme for blocking her visions will be the key in the lock for this to all work out right.

She isn't going to stop blocking them. Alice already has had time to get over her gift dependency so much but like she won't do that.

Jasper's gift can't be blocked by a shield, but I imagine he's a little immune to Renesme's gift. (Realistically not...? But it's a silly little Tumblr post I don't want to think about the power scale too hard and implode.)

I was hoping you could pick up where I left off about how things realistically work in Twilight.

Besides the whole vampires have a kid despite one being infertile.

But I think this would be a hell-on-wheels problem. Cause while Jasper I'd argue! Has a more moral conscious (at least in the ways we see it.) than Alice. But they're both pretty grey.

Which means they're both pretty ruthless. Like Bella and Edward are for their child.

All i know is this offspring would have to be so lucky to not be snatched by the Volturi.

I think this kid would fare better than Renesme in the short and long term. Even if they were both hybrids. This kid would have parents that would in my opinion actually teach it more.

I think Bella and Edward don't teach Renesme. much.

I think Jasper would make sure his kid had the skills should they be needed to be used. And Alice would support this or just let it happen. I think he's a more active parent than her but that's 100% different bullshit Au type of discussion and I just needed to drop this meta off to blogs for their thoughts.

I am driving myself crazy. I would like to sleep.

Well, I'm not entirely sure how this child would come to be in the first place as Jasper and Alice can't have one.

Assuming, though, that God bestowed one upon them, I subscribe to @smallcatwoman's fellow who has the gift of seeing emotional outcomes, the child would be as delightfully alien as Alice only in a very different way (optimal future-oriented Alice versus happiest outcome-seeker Greige).

As for how the child is raised, I imagine it would have much the same upbringing as Renesmee. If Jasper and Alice are interested in teaching a child, Renesmee is right there and is, by all accounts, The Cullen Child™. They are all devoting every resource to her, raising her communnaly for all that she is officially Bella and Edward's.

A second child with a different set of parents would, if possible, be even more Cullen Communal Property than Renesmee: Bella, at least, had an interest in her child, Alice screams childfree. Oh, she'll be the cool aunt and take the kid shopping, no problem, but parenting? Motherhood?

Esme and Rosalie can do the hard parts, and Jasper and Carlisle too if they want. Alice will be pointing out that God making the child genetically hers was simply a matter of good taste, doesn't mean she should be raising the damn thing.

And the child gets to live in the shadow of Renesmee, who was wanted by her mother, the first and miraculous baby everybody and their cousin were willing to die for, and has a guy imprinted on her. Renesmee, by all accounts, would be the golden child and the other one would be... the other one.

Wasn't supposed to exist, his mother foisted him off and prefers to dress up Renesmee anyway, and his gift is only able to tell him that he can't be happy around his family, so he ignores it.

Perhaps Greige will love Renesmee, but I prefer the timeline where he resents her too much to recognise his cousin for just as unhappy as he is, and Renesmee has no idea why but only knows that she can't meaningfully connect to him.

Drama is had.

#twilight #twilight renaissance #twilight headcanons #greige #renesmee cullen #twilight meta

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sentience-if · 3 months

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oh! Oh! Oh! How about the cast's reaction to them almost walking in on a conversation Io is having, but before they can get to it they hear them arguing with someone and manage to hide just in time or smt. Turns out the other person is trashing the RO!! But Io rips them a new one and goes on and on about the very many great qualities that they adore about the RO (even some they'd never admit to their face lol) (assuming this is all crush stage) how do the ROs feel & how do they act around Io afterwards?? Thank uuuu💕💕

Ira: I've said it before and I'll say it again, this is the #1 way to win Ira's heart forever and ever. They've received a lot of criticism throughout their life and finally having someone in their corner is almost overwhelming to think about. If Ira wasn't completely relaxed and open with Io before, they are now. Though at the same time, I can see them being a little paranoid about maintaining/living up to Io's view of them

Val: fuck yes that's their bestie get their ass Io <3. definitely very proud of Io's ability to tell someone to fuck off, as well as all warm and fuzzy on the inside hearing that Io really does look up to Val. There's maybe a dark thought on the flip side that Io might be biased and unaware of Val's...lesser qualities, but like Ira, Val's been getting the short stick long enough that it's soothing to hear positive things. Val's the most likely to bring it up later and thank Io

Klaus: hearing someone being vehemently defensive of him would get to Klaus a lot more than you'd think it would. he's heard all sorts of second-hand 'information' about himself, some true if harsh, some just straight up slander. he's really not used to anyone outside his immediate circle seeing him as anything but a Handmaiden (and everything horrific that comes with the title). he'd have a newfound appreciation and respect for Io, even more on a platonic level than anything else

Connie: shocked, bamboozled, and absolutely dumbstruck at this new information, especially if it's coming from an Io that likes to pester Constantine. For a hot minute wonders if this is a set up and Io's actually playing 4D chess, though once they cross that possibility off the list, they're retroactively replaying every interaction they've ever had with Io and reevaluating everything

Kat: shit talk about herself doesn't really bother Kat at all, but she definitely appreciates Io's pushback. she'd be most affected by Io going on about her more mundane, innocent qualities. hearing herself humanized would surprise her, maybe even unsettle her a bit, but in a way that actually feels... good. she wouldn't bring it up directly, but I can see her probing Io for more- honestly out of curiosity rather than egotism.

#ask #sentience if #val #constantine #klaus #ira #kat

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shouts-into-the-void · 5 months

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One of my most hated fanfic trends is where that pre-Despair treatment by his classmates is depicted as totally okay and not them being unreasonable. It's especially noticeable in RP blogs or Hinanami fics. They'll often depict his behavior in the second half of Chapter 4 as his default characterization, and have him spend every waking second going after the Reserve Course students and doing nothing else.

Which not only ignores the context of him having been mindwiped, having his first impression of the Reserve Course being the discovery that they apparently destroyed Hope's Peak, and the real source of his anger and depression being the discovery that the class are all terrorists (while being left in the dark about the brainwashing). But it kind of misses the entire point of the whole "talented vs non-talented" theme to have the locally mentally ill kid be the sole cause of the conflict.

Like I'm not against the idea of going against canon, and depicting the rest of the class trying to give him a fair shake. I think there's plenty of friendship interaction potential between him and a number of the class (e.g. Sonia, Imposter, Mahiru, etc.). But to retroactively pretend like they were being completely fair to him and he just brought the ostracism on himself is bullshit.

I think a lot of people also miss the fact that the reason Nagito is so outright antagonistic to Hajime about being a Reserve Course Student is because he feels betrayed. He feels a kinship with Hajime due to their mutual love of Hopes Peak, the two were the closest before everyone turned on him, and he's canonically in love with him. So to find out that Hajime is actually not only talentless, but responsible for destroying the academy they both love and plunging the world into despair?

That's not to say all the rudeness is only because of anger, Nagito's actual personality is actually kind of just like that because he has a God Complex and is more intelligent than all of his peers. Any time he breaks character or looks down on someone, he is kind of a bitch, but more in a "I'm smarter than you, please stop arguing with me when you have no idea what you're talking about" way.

I really do wish people would lean into the potential relationships he has with the rest of the cast more. I don't think there's any way Chisa would have let them keep mistreating him, and I was annoyed that her attempt to explain his actions to the class (which actually did get through to them!) got glossed over in favor of the "Everybody hates Nagito" gag.

Some thoughts on potential relationships:

I personally hc him as besties with Sonia post-canon. Not only because she's the most forgiving, because I feel like the fandom makes her do a lot of emotional labor, but I think they would have similar tastes in novels and I think Sonia's own eccentricities would mean that she isn't as off-put by his weird behavior.

I don't think he would be close with Mahiru, because as much as she's caring and doesn't want him hurt, she's also just very judgemental and I think her tendency to verbally attack people would negatively impact his recovery. I think they would get along, but until she learns how to get past her trauma with her dad and stop letting her friends commit crimes, I think it's at a respectful distance.

While Mikan and Nagito are MLM/WLW Hostility™ I do also think they're friends. They like to bitch at each other, but if anyone dares insult the other they Will Destroy Them. I have always thought of them as working quite closely together during the tragedy for whatever reason, it just seems right in my brain?

I also feel like people miss the wild potential of Nagito just adopting Monica. Like, he raises her from like 10 years old until she's a teenager (I'm assuming she's like 14-15 in the anime?), Monica finally gets someone to actually take care of her instead of abusing and abandoning her, and I'm supposed to believe that they just never speak again? Also Nagito saving and caring for this child after spending his childhood an orphan who was put into dangerous situations a lot is a really great parallel.

I like to think he and Akane do a lot of their recovery at the same time because they're both pretty wasted away by the time they wake up, and they bond little by little. They celebrate when one of them moves up a weight class, but Akane recovers faster so by the end Nagito has to remind her not to break his ribs when she hugs him in joy.

Nekomaru is very helpful in coaching him through his physical recovery due to understanding the limitations of a severe health condition and his experience as a team manager. There's definitely a lot of encouragement on Nekomaru's end because a lot of physical therapy can be embarrassing when things that theoretically should be easy aren't. Basically: Akane, Nekomaru, and Nagito all end up as unlikely gym buddies?

Those are just some of my thoughts and headcanons, absolutely take or leave any of that.

#danganronpa #nagito komaeda #danganronpa 2 #asks and replies #ask

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WHAT ARE YOUR HEAD CANONS FOR THE PARTY AS ADULTS??? INTERESTED TO KNOW YOUR THOUGHTS.

Interested in MY thoughts??? Very flattered, genuinely.

Okay I'm gonna do college aged headcanons cuz they're fun and middle aged people bore me.

I think everyone will go to college, outside of Hawkins obviously, and I don't think any of them will return to live in Hawkins afterwards. But assuming Hawkins is still intact at this point, I think their parents would all live there still including Joyce and Hopper, so they'd all come back for holidays.

I'd like to think that they all go to college together, but realistically I think Mike and Will would go to a school with good art and creative writing programs, which wouldn't be where the others would end up.

Dustin would go to a school with a good Technology/Engineering program, where Suzie would also attend. I think Lucas would study something in STEM and Max probably a social science, maybe sociology. El would study a social science for sure, probably child psychology.

So I'll say that Dustin, Suzie, and Lucas would all end up at the same school. And Will, Mike, El, and Max all together at a different school.

Will and Mike would be roommates in college, as would El and Max, and Dustin and Lucas. Dustin and Lucas would come visit the others often and crash in their dorms, even if the school was far from them, they'd road trip. Suzie comes a few times but usually she's too busy because she works as a research assistant in a lab and is taking an insane course load.

Mike and Will are together, but they're only out to the party and their families. They're happy. They share a small dorm and they pushed their twin sized beds together, but there's a gap in between that Mike always complains about falling into. And when Will suggests, "Well you could just stay on your side of the bed," Mike is incredibly affronted that Will would even suggest such a thing. (I am a clingy Mike truther.)

Don't get mad at me guys, but although I do love the idea of Elumax (with Lucas and El platonic because El is a lesbian) I like the idea of Lumax and El finding another girlfriend more. I think El-he's-my-first-boyfriend Hopper would go on dates with lots of girls in college, trying to figure out what it is that she wants in a relationship. I think she'd unintentionally be a little bit of a heartbreaker. But eventually she'd find the right girl and they'll be super happy. Also while she's dating around, Max (bi icon) respectfully gives her opinions of the girls. Max and El respect women.

Lumax are long distance in college, but as I said Lucas visits often, and when he does he crashes in Max and El's dorm while Dustin crashes in Mike and Will's. Lucas also likes to hear about El's girlfriends so the three of them stay up and gossip like it's a sleepover. They taught Lucas how to braid hair.

Will and El hang out a lot, they both like to have time alone together. Mike always wants to tag along, and Will can never tell him no, but El can and she does. They do all hang out together frequently, but the sibling hangouts are sacred to El.

Mike and El are actually close now that they can be honest with each other. They love each other a lot and they're still physically affectionate, hugs, etc.

But when Will and El hang out alone, that leaves.... my favorite.... MIKE AND MAX BESTIES!!! Reluctantly at first, they start hanging out and end up really bonding. They talk about sexuality struggles, their tendency to push people away, etc. They still argue a lot and have a very sarcastic teasing relationship. They're hilarious to watch interact because their banter is never-ending and they're both very witty.

Lumax are completely, head over heels in love. They talk on the phone every night, and when Lucas comes to visit they spend every minute together and go on lots of movie dates. But as always, they aren't huge on PDA and they aren't as lovey dovey as say... Will and Mike. Or El and her girlfriend of the week. Or Dusty Bun and Suzie Poo.

Dustin and Suzie are gross. Sweet, but gross. PDA like crazy. Always PG, but it still makes Lucas roll his eyes. Though he really is happy for them. He just misses Max a lot of the time.

That is all I can think of right now. Well, that's a lie but I need to cut this off somewhere.

Thank you so so much for the ask!!!!

#asks #byler #byler headcanon #lumax #lesbian el hopper #idk im not gonna tag anything else cuz i dont want to be ANNOYING #silly headcanons

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ateezmakemeweep · 2 years

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love is gone (part 3)

word count: 14k

angst, fluff

(part 2) (series masterlist)

you don’t know what you were regretting more in this moment - ‘agreeing’ to go to this party at a rundown frat house that looks ready to collapse or ‘agreeing’ to go to this party because of seonghwa and not yunjin.

because with you accepting his ‘invitation’ and turning down her and mingi’s came a slew of accusations that have you positive they’d be fending for themselves in the rare event that the dorm burst into flames.

“you’re dating!” yunjin guessed as she did her makeup, watching you roll your eyes and sneer at her in the mirror.

“okay, but at the very least you kind of like him,” mingi said an hour later, when the plans he spoke so urgently of earlier in the week miraculously got cancelled when he learned of your attendance.

that one in particular made you scoff, seeing as how this ‘deal’ came about in the first place.

but nothing got you as good as yunjin’s final comment, something she’d probably been concocting in her head since you told her how the late night interaction really went down this morning.

“so you’re telling me you just happened to run into your hot mortal enemy at 3 am after you had a nightmare?”

“yes, yunjin,” you sigh, defeat heavy in your tone. “that’s exactly what i’ve been saying for the past hour.”

“ugh but, like, what are the freakin odds of that!” she squeals, “what are the odds that he catches you at that time and is then able to convince you, you, y/n!, to come to a party? i feel like you’d rather do anything else than go to a party!”

“i wouldn’t use the word convince as much as i would blackmail,” you mutter, explaining the gist of the situation - him holding the beginning of physics hostage - and now, if you tolerate the party for an unspecified amount of time, he’ll leave you be, so,

“i’m simply trying to take back my physics class.”

“so it has simply nothing to do with the fact that he’s hot?”

“not this again,” you sigh, falling back onto your bed.

you land with a plop and bounce against the springs, wincing a few seconds later when yunjin flails her body across the room and onto your bed, just missing your feet.

“oh, c’mon, y/n!” she whines, ignoring your quiet groans of protest. “you can’t sit there and tell me he’s not hot! the way he smiles at you is soooo-”

“nothing. is soooo nothing because he doesn’t smile at me any type of way.”

“oh please! it’s lust, roomie slash bestie slash asshole from physic’s not so secret crush!” yunjin proclaims, the urge to just kick her a little causing your foot to twitch.

“pure, unfiltered, feral-”

“wait a minute,” yunjun exclaims, your and mingi’s gaze shifting from the daunting frat house to her. she looks every bit as excited and determined as you feel hesitant, not able to stop the grimace at her words that follow.

“lust! that’s it!” the girl exclaims loudly.

“you wanna freakin kiss him! you don’t have to like him or be dating him to want to kiss him!” yunjin concludes, like she’d solved world hunger or global warming. “i told you! the hot assholes are always-”

“i already told you why!” you snap quietly, pulling her arm so she stops her ridiculous flailing. “and keep your voice down. you have a bad habit of-”

“blowing up everyone’s spot? tell me about it,” mingi scoffs, yunjin standing between you two like a very guilty child.

“listen yunjin, if y/n wants to kiss the hot asshole who is obviously interested in her and she’s obviously somewhat interested in back, but is maybe too scared or intimidated or hesitant to pursue right away, then who are we to-”

“mingi,” you interrupt, the tall man turning to you with love and affection in his eyes; judging from his bright smile, he thinks you’re about to thank him.

he couldn’t be more wrong.

“you’re not helping.”

his face falls and yunjin scoffs, mocking his words as you stare at them blankly; maybe if you slip away right now, they won’t notice you’re gone.

maybe you don’t have to do this at all.

maybe they’ll argue for so long, the party will end. or get busted by the cops - whichever comes first, you really don’t care.

you just wanna resist going in there and starting this night for as long as you can.

seven minutes.

they only argued for seven minutes, a new personal low for the duo, and you’d wish they argued for longer. way longer.

because after finally being dragged into the house by them, you were hit with nothing but a sweaty sea of people, body odor mixed with stale alcohol, and the overwhelming need to flee - crowds never bothered you until this very moment.

until you were so surrounded by loud screaming and strangers and the reminder that this is everything you said you wouldn’t do, you started to hate park seonghwa even more than you did an hour ago.

“how does he invite you and then not, like, find you?” yunjin grumbles, only now noticing the irony of the situation - seonghwa harasses you, blackmails you, even, into coming and now he’s nowhere to be seen.

he couldn’t text you (thankfully) because you didn’t exchange numbers but how else is he gonna know you kept up your end of the deal?

you, yunjin and mingi bounced around the house finding drinks and talking to anyone that looked your way.

your roommate was able to make conversation with anyone, girls proclaiming their love for her and guys showing a clear interest she was oblivious to.

mingi also already seemed to know everyone and their mother on campus, introducing you to two other boys named yeosang and jongho from one of his classes.

they banter back and forth like they’ve known each other for years and not barely a month; if there’s one thing that amazes you about your new friends, it’s how comfortable they’re able to make people in such a short amount of time.

“i wouldn’t say i’m stupid but i would say i’m-”

“a fucking idiot!” yunjin interjects, pulling away from her conversation with a drunken sorority girl. “yeosang, is it? riddle me this. me and y/n are roommates but mingi over here seems to think...”

your lips pull into a small smile as you watch the two interact, yunjin talking a mile a minute as yeosang watches her. his expression is interested but also slightly fearful, a quiet chuckle leaving your mouth.

“flames, yeosang! i’m talking flames! a big, boom, fiery explosion where y/n can only...”

“to her credit, he looks like that when anyone talks to him,” the boy next to you says, looking over and remembering his name is jongho. “she can’t take it personally. he’s shy.”

“to be honest, i’m not sure she even notices,” you say, a smile lighting up jongho’s face - the two drinks in her probably doesn’t help either. you fear what that means for her lack of a filter.

the boy beside you laughs, lapsing back into a comfortable silence. or as silent as it could be between you both, loud chatter, cheers and rap music blaring through the house.

you almost wanna break the silence and say something, keep the conversation going for the sake of not standing here quietly, but you think he might need it too.

he looks deep in contemplation, maybe like you, wondering why the hell he’s here or where the person who coerced him into coming is.

a loud bang coming from the other room causes you and jongho to turn your heads, watching as two big frat guys begin to wrestle shirtless; you can’t quite tell if it’s for fun or serious but you know the line is probably very fine.

the beer from their cups spills onto the floor, two large bodies promptly collapsing. your view is quickly blocked by hoards of gathering people, many of them cheering and taking bets on who is gonna win.

you and jongho share a flat look that causes both of you to chuckle.

“i didn’t even wanna come to this shit, you know,” jongho grumbles as you nod - if only he knew how much you relate to that.

“i started seeing this girl from one of my classes and she basically forced me to come.”

“oh?” you say, eyes peering the room for anyone looking his way; maybe she’s lost in the sea of sweaty drunks. “where is she now?”

“i have no idea,” he whines, something about his facial expression and high-pitched tone causing you to giggle; it seems uncharacteristic but also not. like something about this girl is just slowly bringing it out in him.

“i like her but she seems a little nuts. in a good way, don’t get me wrong, but she’s probably off-”

“like. a fucking. movie!”

you recognize her voice immediately, a familiar smirk tugging at your lips as you turn around to meet her.

she must catch the way your eyes flash with recognition, not only remembering her elevator monologue but from the few times you’ve seen each other around the dorm.

“i know you,” she says, her eyes glassy and words slurred.

“we live on the same floor,” you say, “kristabelle, right?”

“kristabelle riley, yes,” she smiles, her voice chipper and cheery. “i see you’ve met jongmo.”

“jongho.”

“jongmo.”

your lips twitch as you quickly glance at jongmo, defeat and amusement in his face that you’re also a little too familiar with.

“and i hate to take him away from you, um...”

“y/n,” you smile.

her face brightens like she recalls that, a light going off in her head, but you don’t think you ever formally introduced yourself to her.

“right! y/n! well, y/n, jongmo promised me shots and i finally found him so i must steal him away.”

you can’t quite tell if the boy wants to go or not, his face willing but body language otherwise; for a moment, you briefly consider getting on kristabelle riley’s bad side until you see yunjin coming at you with a deadly expression.

small shoulders rigid, eyes pulled into angry slits and a walk so powerful, you think she might’ve just defeated mingi once and for all.

“y/n,” she says, her eyes moving from you to the other two. “jongho. kristabelle riley. how are you all doing? great? amazing!”

her cat-like gaze moves to you, like she’s trying to peer into your very soul in the middle of this party right now.

“y/n, can i talk to you for a second? over there?”

the sense of urgency in her hushed tone is causing your own eyes to narrow, dismissing jongho and kristabelle with a small smile.

“nice meeting you jongmo,” you mutter, not able to stop your smirk as yunjin pulls you away.

she leads you past mingi and yeosang who seem to be debating about nonsense, standing behind one of the glass doors leading to the kitchen.

it’s a large space but completely crowded with people, with such loud chatter and screaming you can’t make out any conversations. you can barely make out faces with how many people are packed in there like sardines.

“is something wrong?” you ask, the sense of urgency behind her unnerving; it’s greater than usual. “did you and mingi fight?”

“we always fight,” she mutters, a smile puling at your lips before you see her eyes soften ever so slightly. like the way someone’s do when they’re about to tell you something they don’t think you’ll like.

“before i tell you this, i wanna ask you something. and please be honest.”

those words, despite complete innocence, always have a way of turning your stomach ever so slightly - what could she possibly be so cryptic about?

“o-kay...” you say, although it sounds more like a question, words dragging out a little longer than usual.

“how do you really feel about seonghwa?” she asks, your eyes about to roll before she continues without missing a beat.

“do you really just wanna do this to get physics back or do you maybe like him a little? like... is there a chance you maybe do like him just a little bit and are scared or intimidated like mingi said?”

“seonghwa doesn’t intimidate me in the slightest, let me make that clear,” you say, although you can’t deny the way your eyes immediately look up and quickly survey the room.

you may somehow miss his obnoxiously attractive face but you know for sure, if it was quiet enough to hear his voice in this room, your body would have a visceral reaction to it, alerting you of his presence.

but because you can’t hear anything and because you missed him in the sea of people, you have no idea he’s watching you right now.

“i... can’t say i feel anything toward him, yunjin,” you answer honestly, certainly knowing you find him smug and irritating and obnoxious and pushy but, for some reason, not enough to say you necessarily dislike him.

“i barely know him.”

“and yet, you accepted to come to this party?”

“we went over a hundred times why i came to this-”

“i saw him talking to a girl,” she blurts out, his tall, extremely obvious presence catching her attention in the kitchen a few minutes ago.

“and like, not just talking talking. it seemed like they were flirting. or she was at least flirting with him. did he seriously invite you here even though he has a girlfriend? because i totally don’t want this to happen now.”

“does your girlfriend know you wanna be friends with me so bad?”

“now who’s so interested in who?” seonghwa smirks, the teasing in his tone causing you to scoff. “hana’s not my girlfriend, by the way. not even close.”

“he claims to not be dating her, if it’s the same girl who was in the cafeteria with him.”

yunjin’s eyes widen, probably at the fact that you two have already spoken about this. it’ll probably make her mind go on and on with different conspiracies even though ten seconds ago, she was ready to chop his-

“so he’s already being honest about the girls he surrounds himself with? interesting. that could only mean that he-”

“’invited’ me here but has yet to find me?” you say, using her own words against her. “and is now spending his time with another girl instead?”

judging from the way her face falls, eyes surveying the room like she’s trying to find him again, you know she knows you’re right.

“i told you the reason i came here and it’s the truth, yunjin,” you say, a smile threatening to pull on your lips because she means well. “thank you for looking out though. i appreciate it. really.”

and if you were someone who was capable of putting your feelings into someone right now, making the silly choice as a college girl to invest yourself into someone like park seonghwa, you know she’d be a great friend to have.

but those are joys, even if it’d just end in foolish heartbreak, that you can’t allow yourself to have.

you just need seonghwa to see you here tonight, get whatever he wants out of you for reasons still unknown to you, so you could get back into the routine of your physics class.

“i just... i thought maybe you liked him a little,” yunjin whines softly, a pout on her pretty, red-tinted face. “both times i saw you with him, you were smiling. and you don’t smile a lot, so i just thought...”

right as her soft-spoken, innocent words cause your heart to ache, she halts. like someone else has caught her attention from across the room.

a part of you fears she’s spotted seonghwa again, is about to yell out “the asshole!” and leave you with no other option than to drag her out by her hair until she squeals “hongjoong!”

you crane your neck behind you just as a boy’s eyes flash with recognition at her voice, a smile lighting up his face before his gaze moves to you. your eyes narrow when his expression falters ever so slightly, looking at you as if he somehow knows you.

he doesn’t look familiar at all to you, though. he’s not in any of your classes, you’d probably remember him, and you don’t know how else you would-

yunjin’s dragging you over to him before you can place him as one of the guys in the cafeteria that day.

his blonde hair and small shoulders shaking in amusement as he playfully hit the taller, brooding, obnoxious man you know more than you care to in the arm.

you never had any intentions of meeting his friends, wooyoung was the one he mentioned, but leave it to your roommate to meet one of them by chance.

“hey yunjin,” hongjoong says, his eyes quickly glancing at you. “didn’t know if you two would make it.”

“three actually. mingi came too!”

you think for a moment they all know each other until hongjoong just nods, his facial features so sharp and striking, you can’t help but find this obnoxiously attractive friend group irksome.

attractive is one thing. entitled, self-serving, immature assholes is anoth-

“are you her roommate y/n? she talks about you a lot,” hongjoong says, his voice seemingly sincere. “we’re in the same journalism classes.”

you side-eye yunjin because, despite the stupid smile on her face, she hasn’t mentioned the boy. you’re gonna have to talk to her about being intrusive but keeping her own boy updates to herself.

“i am. nice to meet you, hongjoong.”

“i think you actually know my friend seonghwa,” he says, holding back a smirk when your face twitches at his name.

“he’s in my physics cla-”

“he invited her here and is nowhere to be seen!” yunjin blurts out, a sigh leaving your mouth because, truly, you expected this - where is mingi to save the day?

“like not for nothing, hongjoong, but that’s super rude of your friend. i can’t help but question the company you-”

“yo, is this y/n?” another boy asks, dark hair swooping and figure looming; you remember him, thinking he was broader and taller than mingi.

you feel calmed when you promptly hear his deep booming voice, arm loosely wrapping around your shoulder.

“who’s asking?”

you, yunjin and even hongjoong watch the stare down that ensues, yunho looking at mingi with a smirk while the other watches curiously. there’s a slight twinge of pink to his cheeks from the three beers he’s consumed in the past hour.

“me, handsome. my name’s yunho,” the tall boy says, tone and gaze flirty like a seasoned professional. “and you are?”

“her boyfriend.”

your lips twitch at the deep, booming laughter that leaves the man, his contagious chuckle enough to make yunjin, herself, snort aloud; mingi throws the dirtiest look tonight her way.

she’ll be getting her ass handed to her later.

“bullshit.”

you’ve never seen mingi’s eyes narrow the way they do in this crowded room. he’s looked playfully like that at yunjin, even you sometimes, but you could tell it was always funny.

as a joke.

he seems to really be having a stand off with the giant in front of him right now, the two of them eye-to-eye, with yunho only having about an inch on him. it doesn’t seem to intimidate mingi on the surface but something tells you yunho somehow sees more.

“what do you mean bullshit?” mingi asks, like it’s the most outrageous thing he’s ever heard.

“i mean bullshit,” yunho says, his stare full of mirth trapped on the boy. like a predator to pray, probably the very same looks bystanders see you and seonghwa exchange but you’d deny with a vengeance.

“there’s more of a chance of you becoming my boyfriend than being hers,” the tall man continues, mingi scoffing as he tightens his arm around you. “maybe after tonight, if you’re lucky, you will be.”

“please,” mingi scoffs, “you’re not my type.”

you press your lips together at mingi’s snark, the subtlest change in his voice. it holds the snark that it has when he banters like this with yunjin but there’s also the slightest quiver to it.

like the man’s piercing eyes and noticeably broad figure just might be affecting him a little - you’d be more surprised if it didn’t.

“no?” yunho quips, the dip in his tone and eyes lowering even making yours widen. “then what’s with the blush on your cheeks? and was that a quiver i heard in your pretty voice?”

“if i didn’t know any better, yunho, i’d think you were-”

“what’s going on?”

you didn’t realize you were smiling watching the mingi-yunho banter until your face falls, seonghwa’s voice filling your ears. your gaze shifts to see him looking right at you, dark eyes as taunting as they are piercing.

you hate that your heart jumps in your chest, the black shirt clinging to his torso and delicate silver chain falling right to the middle of his chest.

“what’s going on is that you stood up, y/n,” hongjoong says, walking over to wrap his arm around his shoulder and smack his back playfully. “not a good impression to make, dude.”

“especially when she didn’t even wanna come, you basically forced her-” just as you were about to elbow yunjin, mingi did the job of covering her mouth with his hand.

“why are you touching other girls in front of your girlfriend, pretty boy?” yunho asks, mock shock and outrage on his face. “what kind of man are you?”

“he’s actually the type of man who kisses other me-”

yunjin managed to get his hand off her mouth for mere seconds before mingi growls her name and covers it again. you can’t even feel upset when he drags her away and leaves you with seonghwa and his two friends.

she deserves several verbal lashings.

“yo, y/n, for real though, you think he’ll date me?” yunho asks, “he’s cute. i love him, i think.”

“probably not,” you answer dryly, truly not knowing mingi’s type or preferences.

hongjoong bursts out laughing and you even catch the way seonghwa’s lip quirks in amusement, yunho looking all types of dejected.

“damn...”

there’s a few moments of silence between the group, your eyes bouncing everywhere but seonghwa who you know is watching you.

hongjoong and yunho side-eye each other with matching smirks, more and more unimpressed by their friend’s ‘progress’ with you.

“anyway...” hongjoong says, clasping his arm around yunho’s wrist. “we’ll leave you two be. seonghwa has some making up to do, doesn’t he, y/n? lots of it, it appears.”

the two stumble away like a bumbling duo of idiots, your eyes like daggers as you watch them walk off giggling and smacking at each other. you find it hard to believe they’re grown men.

you look up to see seonghwa’s gaze hasn’t moved from you, lips now fully pulled into his signature smirk.

“do i have some making up to do, y/n?” he hums, voice low for the volume of the room but your ears still managing to catch his every word. “if so, how exactly can i do that for you?”

your eyes narrow at his flirty tone, his smirk widening as you do so.

“let me guess,” he continues, “give you your 15 minutes back in-”

“physics. yes. you’re a genius,” you spit back, quickly talking again so you don’t focus on the way his tongue pokes the inside of his cheek.

“so now that you see i’m here, in the flesh, why don’t you stick to your end of the bargain so i can get out of here?”

“i wanted to hang out, y/n, and get to know you,” he says, leaning his shoulder against the wall beside him. “how am i gonna do that if you leave right away?”

“i’ve been here for over an hour, not like you’d know.”

you don’t mean to sound as bitter as you do, you were more annoyed than anything for obvious reasons, but you know it’s the worst possible thing you could’ve said.

because now his smirk is growing.

his eyes are softening with a subtle, teasing look that causes your stomach to swoop dangerously.

it also doesn’t help how close he is, swallowing the lump in your throat as you lean back against the counter. it presses into your bare back, the short top yunjin insisted you borrow from her leaving more skin than you’re used to exposed.

you were grateful for it in this hot, stuffy house up until this point.

“if i’d known you were here sooner, i would’ve came and found you,” seonghwa says, not missing the way his eyes indiscreetly look you up and down; your lip would’ve curled in disgust if it didn’t send the slightest thrill through you.

a very foreign, essentially non-existent, pang of desire and pride you’d never felt before.

“maybe we need to exchange numbers so next time, we can-”

“no, i think we’re good.”

a deep chuckle leaves him that, despite yourself, has a smile threatening to pull at your lips - “both times i saw you with him, you were smiling. and you don’t smile a lot, so i just thought...”

“for real, though, i didn’t know you were here,” he says, seemingly apologetic and genuine like his friend. “only knew because i saw hongjoong talking to someone and realized it was your roommate. they know each other?”

“yeah. they’re in the same classes together, both journalism majors i guess.”

you’re surprised to hear him scoff, something like “that explains it,” mumbled under his breath - he was still wondering all these weeks later how he and yunho discovered your name.

“ah, cool,” seonghwa says with a shrug. “they seemed into each other. maybe our friends will date.”

“or maybe they’ll never speak again, kinda like us.”

“do you really think that’s how this is gonna go?”

you don’t know if it’s his words or the way he moves closer to you that makes your heart jump. for once tonight, you’re grateful for the loud chatter so he can’t hear the way your breath hitches in your throat.

“how do you think it’s gonna go?” you ask, words mumbled but head cocked. “what are you aiming to get out of tonight?”

you in his bed? because that’s not gonna happen. you don’t know what else a man like him would want.

“i already told you. i wanna get to know you, y/n,” he says, like it’s somehow as simple and innocent as that. “you said so yourself. we hardly know each other.”

“that’s why i’m finding it very hard to believe you, seonghwa,” you answer honestly, a sigh of slight exasperation in your voice.

“guys like you don’t just want that.”

his eyes nearly widen because there it is - the elephant in the room, the barely there guilt in his stomach - but how would you know that? is it just an assumption?

“what do you mean guys like me? hot assholes?” he smirks, your eyes rolling before he speaks again. “what?” the taller man asks in mock confusion, “you said so yourself.”

“i said asshole. not hot.”

“so you don’t think i’m hot? i thought the attraction was very much mutual.”

“nothing seems to be mutual here,” you say, lying right through your teeth with shocking ease. “the attraction, the intrusive interest, the weird, non-sensical need to ‘get to know me’ or whatever it really is you want to-”

“look out below!”

the two shirtless boys who were previously wrestling are now in the strangest embrace you’ve ever seen, one carrying the other on his shoulder as they walk through the kitchen with a crowd.

everyone lets out surprised squeals and a chorus of “what the fuck,” watching as a parade of people follow two large, giggling, bloody men.

your eyes widen when seonghwa silently moves toward you, about to ask what the hell he’s doing before your chests are pushed together. his tall, looming frame stands directly in front of you, eyes looking down with mirth as you watch the people behind him pass in a hoard.

it’s like a zap of electricity courses through your body when you feel his touch, the firmness of him pressing against you heavy; you’re happy you didn’t let yunjin convince you to go braless tonight.

you swallow as your eyes move to his, what turned into your surprise and his amusement morphing into a challenge. that’s quickly what it seems to turn into with you two: your resistance and his insistence.

you proving that, no matter how bothered you are, you won’t let him win.

him showing you time and time again that he’s not gonna back down despite your attitude.

the sexual tension is thick, can be felt by you and seen by everyone who’s not watching the parade of idiots.

your heart jumps again when he casually rests his hand against the cabinet next to your head, gripping the edge so you’re trapped by him; you know he can feel it by the way his smirk widens, the way he presses against your chest just a tad harder.

“you were saying?” he mumbles, eyes dipping to your mouth that pulls into a grimace. he looks at you just in time to see your eyes narrow, falling back into your silent treatment.

you beg your heart to calm down and stop embarrassing you, trying to think of anything and everything but this disgustingly attractive man pressed up against you.

you begin to question how long this train of people can be, seonghwa falling silent right along side you, contently against you.

you pull your gaze away, letting out a quiet groan when you see the majority have decided to stay. they rummage through the coolers like they’re at a family barbecue and paid for them.

the room has gotten five times more crowded and ten times louder, seonghwa’s quick gaze catching a drunken, stumbling man.

he moves his body on an angle when he nearly smacks into you, his subtle cologne and the smell of his shampoo wafting in your face.

“watch it.”

“sorry, man,” the guy slurs, seemingly innocent enough... until he opens his fucking mouth. “whoa. are you guys about to kiss or something?”

you let out a disgusted scoff as seonghwa chuckles shortly under his breath.

“fuck off and drink some water.”

because he’s park seonghwa, and seemingly has control over everyone but you, the guy quickly stalks off.

“he onto something?”

his eyes are back on yours and playful, brow quirked in a way you’re sure works every time. you can feel it deep within your knees that it’d work if you weren’t so troubled.

“what do you think?” you snap.

“i think it just got crowded in here,” he says, voice back to being mumbled and low. “wanna go outside?”

you hate to admit it but you really would like to, seonghwa taking your first few moments of silence as a yes anyway. he wordlessly takes your hand and you have half the mind to rip it away but know you’d probably get lost.

the second the cold air hits your face, your warm hands disconnect.

“that was ridiculous,” you grumble, only a few stragglers braving the cool fall air.

“i know,” seonghwa says, walking toward two unoccupied lawn chairs. “we almost kissed in front of everyone.”

you detest the smile that pulls at your lips, the whiplash this man gives you like none other. you don’t wanna laugh at him or smile at him, you truly find him ridiculous and intrusive and completely self-righteous, but it’s like you can’t help it.

he’s nothing like the person who called you out on the first day, brooding and dark and borderline scary in his monster boots, so you can’t help but wonder who he really is.

is he the flirty, witty playboy or the jaded bad boy?

does he really wanna get to know you or does he have ulterior motives?

does your body only respond to him the way it does because you’ve never been touched by a man before or-

you shake your head of the thoughts as quickly as they came, not allowing yourself to think of anything like that.

you came tonight for one thing and one thing only - keep up your end of the deal to rid your physics class of seonghwa - you definitely shouldn’t be wracking your brain over every possibility as to why this man is so quickly making his way under your-

“sit.”

his short command causes your head to snap, looking down at him as he man spreads in his seat.

typical.

“i’m not a dog.”

“would you prefer i pull you on my lap?

“i will choke you.”

“then sit.”

there’s a silent stare down between you two that seems to last hours, the next challenge making neither of you waver. his eyes don’t leave yours and vice versa, although you want to look away.

because there’s something so deep in his eyes that just pulls you in more. so many layers and emotions flickering in them, you wouldn’t even know where to begin with this man.

it’s the very opposite that intrigues him about you: the emptiness in your eyes, the way he can barely read you, the way the second a flick of any emotion (usually anger or annoyance, seldom the amusement he longs every time you speak to see), it’s like you wipe it away with immense force.

he understands not wanting to feel anything, or being able to wipe away feelings, but the severity of yours seems to be... alarming, yet intriguing.

that anger works its way in your face for a split second before you sit down with a scoff.

“i can’t wait to leave.”

“don’t act too excited now.”

you sit in silence as your gaze travels around the large backyard, patchy, dead grass littered with lawn chairs, red solo cups, and a few drunken bodies. it’s mostly couples or small groups out here, everyone’s cheeks flushed with smiles on their faces.

this is everything you were trying to avoid - a deal you made with yourself when you first got into college and briefly considered not going in the midst of a breakdown.

it felt like something you shouldn’t have the privilege of doing, even though she wanted it so much for you - it was the last thing you talked about after all.

but why were you able to live your life?

why were you able to make all these new memories, experience things people were only so lucky and privileged to experience when you should’ve been-

“so, what’s your favorite color?”

seonghwa’s voice stops your mind from racing, turning to look at the man with a blank stare - surely that’s not why he’s been harassing you for weeks.

“did you really invite me here to ask me my favorite color?” you sneer, a smirk pulling at his lips.

“i gotta get to know you somehow,” seonghwa says, his eyes watching you carefully, knowingly. “something tells me you won’t tell me anything deeper.”

“would you?” you ask, brow quirked with the impending challenge in your face; the prolonged silence and blank stare gives you all the answers you need.

“purple,” you finally mumble, his eyes lighting up like he’s won the lottery. you almost wish you didn’t tell him because of the pleased half-smirk on his face.

“cute,” he says, “now, what’s your deepest, darkest fear?”

“staying here a second longer with you.”

a chuckle booms from his mouth and damn yourself to hell that it makes the softest giggle leave you too.

you hate the way his eyes crinkle and how deep his laugh is. how annoyingly attractive even his side profile is, the black undercut and silver earrings all too enticing.

you hate how quickly your guard threatens to drop around him, like he’s some charismatic cult leader who’s gonna trap you before you know what hit you.

or before you go on and ask him his favorite color in response, playing his stupid game without much of a second thought.

“you didn’t tell me your favorite colo-”

“black,” someone says, a figure suddenly standing in front of you and seonghwa. “like his bad boy, shit-stomping-boot-wearing, angsty soul.”

you look up to see a vaguely familiar boy with dark, floppy hair. his eyes are glassy from alcohol and hold a mischief that rivals seonghwa’s, even on his most obnoxious days.

another annoyingly attractive friend, what a surprise.

“wooyoung,” seonghwa mutters, disdain heavy in his tone. “just who i didn’t wanna see.”

“you should meet my friend, wooyoung. you two would get along.”

“bullshit!” the boy scoffs, fearless enough to kick seonghwa’s foot with his dirty sneakers. “i’m your best friend, cocksucker. don’t act like i’m not.”

“it’s not an act.”

wooyoung seems to let the comment slide as his gaze moves to you, a smirk crossing his face that unnerves you - what is it with these men looking at you and smirking like they know something you don’t?

and why do they all know your name?

“are you the infamous y/n who called my friend a hot asshole?”

your head snaps to seonghwa who looks at you with a shit-eating grin, shrugging his shoulders as you wait for his explanation.

“when did you ever hear hot?” you snap, “i only said asshole, asshole.”

“hmm, i think you said hot, too. in case you forgot, we almost kissed before.”

“we definitely didn’t, you delusional-”

“so befriending your physics crush is going well, i see,” wooyoung says, thinking nothing of it to plop down right on the dirt patch in front of you. “you’re all he talks about you know,” the boy says as he winks at you, ignoring the growl of his name from seonghwa.

“never seen him take an interest in anyone the way he has in you. you must be special, y/n.”

“don’t feed me bullshit, wooyoung.”

“damn,” the man says, throwing his head back in laughter at your snark. “that kind of made me horny. do you want me to court you instead? we can get rid of him easily, babe, just say the word. he’ll be gone.”

“i’d rather get rid of both of you.”

“yo, what did i do?” seonghwa asks from beside you, looking over with a smile on his face - what didn’t he do?

“didn’t i tell you you two would get along?” he murmurs, just deep and low enough for you to hear and your stomach to swoop.

wooyoung watches with a growing smirk as your eyes narrow, entranced by the stare down you and his friend have.

it’s true that over the years seonghwa has gone through his fair share of women, all of which being one night stands or several-week flings for the especially detached.

he has a certain look, no one can deny that.

a certain charm and a certain presence about him that just seems to make 95% of women fall to their knees for him. wooyoung’s seen it before his very eyes, seonghwa setting his sights on a girl and them going upstairs no less than ten minutes later.

he always looked cold, serious, callous.

like even if the girl said no, it’d be no sweat off his back because everyone knows he’d find someone else; for some reason, that seems to entice them even more.

but wooyoung can’t help but notice how much more playful he looks with you.

how much he likes the challenge of girl who doesn’t immediately fold and gives it back to him. how much he has to change his tactics with a girl like you to get what he wants.

what he needs in order to win.

“so how did he convince you to come here tonight, y/n?” wooyoung nosily asks, throwing his best friend a wise ass look. “seems like you guys are becoming friends.”

“we’re acquaintances,” you’re quick to clarify. “i agreed to tutor him once in physics so it’s actually more professional than friendly.”

for some reason, wooyoung laughs his ass off like that’s the funniest thing he’s ever heard.

“seonghwa? needing tutoring?” wooyoung snorts, ignoring the chastising look his friend throws his way. “like the motherfucker isn’t here on an schl-”

“get us drinks,” seonghwa demands, reaching his foot out to kick wooyoung’s criss-crossed knee. “we’re thirsty.”

“you didn’t get your woman a drink?”

“not his woman,” you mumble just as seonghwa says, “we were busy almost kissing.”

you side-eye him in annoyance, wooyoung holding back a laugh before he asks what you like.

you despise the way your face warms, knowing you don’t know your ass from your elbow when it comes to alcohol.

by the time you’d be partying in high school, getting shit-faced in someone’s stuffy basement while their parents were away, you were too busy grieving.

locking yourself in your room and swearing you’d never need to know anyway.

“uhh, whatever,” you say, trying to sound as nonchalant as possible. “i don’t care.”

you can feel seonghwa side-eyeing you but refuse to meet his gaze, finding a sudden vast interest in the patchy grass beneath your feet. you hear him tell wooyoung to get him ‘his usual’, whatever that may be, before you two are left alone again.

the air is crisp around you and filled with a tension that could only grow between two people who seemingly hate each other; that much is obvious when, a few seconds later, you hear seonghwa scoff under his breath.

you can’t help the way your eyes are already narrowing in annoyance, turning to him as you cross your leg over the other.

“something funny?”

“you,” seonghwa says, meeting your gaze tenfold with that usually aggravating mirth. “are you drinking your first beer with me, y/n? how cute.”

“it’s not my first beer,” you spit, knowing full and damn well it is.

“no? your pink cheeks and uncharacteristic stuttering tell me otherwise,” seonghwa smirks, tone deep and eyes wandering. like he’s trying to pick apart every single piece of you.

you find comfort in the fact a harsh gust of wind blows by at the exact moment he leans in closer to you, chair scooting closer.

you’re hit again with the scent of his cologne, gaze traveling over your body again and lingering on the sliver of exposed skin.

“tell me, princess,” he says, tongue peeking out to lick over the lips your eyes fight to wander over. the pet name you’re telling your stomach to stop fucking swooping over.

“what other firsts are you gonna give me?”

the swooping happens tenfold and more than anything, you wish you could stop it. the natural, innate attraction to him and his stupid good looks and deep voice and annoyingly cocky words that shouldn’t be making you feel like this.

but if he thinks for a second he’s really gonna get you with that, after the rightful fight you’ve been putting up, he’s very wrong.

you quirk a type of smile you’ve never felt on your face before, tongue peeking out before you bite down on your lip. it feels weird, foreign but also like what you should be doing right now.

have your eyes peer over him in the same flirty, predatory way his do; you’re not as shameless but you’re doing it and that’s all you can be proud of.

“how about...” you say, a coy moment of silence as you watch his eyes darken. men are too easy.

“the first guy i give a black eye to?” you finally say, the sultry, hushed tone of your voice weird to your own ears. “or maybe my first assault charge? what do you think, seonghwa?”

the smirk that pulls at his lips threatens to take over yours but you remain strong, keeping your stare on him with a cocked head; for a moment, you think you stun him speechless.

stun him into your own game.

but then you see he’s playing his own, leaning back in his chair and cocking his head at you in a similiar fashion. his chain and well-fitted black shirt are on full display, able to see just how toned he is under the soft material.

he’s still man-spreading because you’re not sure he knows any other way to sit.

it’s a dangerous game with obvious body language and dark, challenging eyes, neither of you wanting to break the silence. or the stare.

you both would stay like that all night if you had it your way.

seonghwa can hear wooyoung’s voice the second he comes out, shouting a characteristically loud “yo yo yo!” to someone in the distance.

the man beside you looks you over once more before letting out a short laugh under his breath. he licks over his lips, the cold air probably stinging them, before he leans in again.

his mouth is just mere inches from your ear, his breath threatening to waft over you and cause goosebumps.

“i think my ideas are more fun.”

you swallow the lump in your throat, stiffening in a way you hope he doesn’t realize but knows he must; you don’t want this man reading any of your body language, learning any possible tick about you besides the ones he observes by getting under your skin.

“for who exactly?”

he knows him. definitely him.

definitely him for the foolish reasons him and his idiot friends concocted weeks ago that, every once in a while, brings a dirty feeling of guilt deep in his stomach.

seonghwa licks his lips to answer again, some of the distance naturally broken, before wooyoung’s voice interrupts.

“beer for m’lady,” wooyoung says, curtsying in front of you as he presents a brimmed red solo cup. he throws a quick look at seonghwa as he offers another beer, glancing back at you with a mischievous look in eye.

“and really, y/n, say the word and i’ll get rid of him,” wooyoung says, “you’ll just get me in return.”

“she’s not that stupid,” seonghwa scoffs.

“i’m not stupid at all,” you counter.

you watch as the two boys share a smirk, a sinking feeling of, both, embarrassment and anger your stomach.

“damn, teachers pet and all that,” wooyoung says, your eyes narrow as seonghwa lets out a loud sigh. “you weren’t kidding, park.”

after a few seconds of silence, seonghwa finally turns to see you looking at him with a blank stare.

“what? you called me an asshole.”

“because you are.”

“and you’re a teacher’s pet.”

“i’m a teachers pet because i participate? and don’t think i’m stupid?”

“it’s more than that, you seriously-”

“hate to interrupt the lovers quarrel and all,” wooyoung says, admittedly amused by your banter. “but there’s a game of truth or dare about to start with our names on it.”

“i think i’d rather stick my dick in a cheese grater than play another fucking game of-”

“with. our. names. on. it,” wooyoung says through gritted teeth, turning to look at you with a chipper, happy smile.

“i expect to see you guys there in five. make out or do whatever... erotic, sexual-tension-filled, borderline freaky stare down you gotta do before meeting us all.”

your answer is only in the form of a sarcastic smile, wooyoung shooting you both two thumbs up before clumsily making his way inside.

“see,” seonghwa says, “i told you you guys would get along.”

your face remains blank as you look at him, the cup of cold beer in your hand only bringing more of a chill through your body.

“and i told you i had no interest in meeting your friends.”

his eyes roll because it’s a little too late for that, eyes roaming over your face before dropping to the drink in your hand. he doesn’t comment on how red, borderline frostbitten your fingers look.

“you have any interest in finally taking a sip?” he asks, nodding toward your cup. “since it’s not your first beer and all.”

“it’s not,” you say, not knowing when or how you got so immature. it’s just something about how purely aggravating this persistent, attractive, annoying man is.

you put your lips to rim and suck down a gulp that you wouldn’t even with water, an involuntary gag leaving your mouth. seonghwa’s lips pull into a smirk, the lowest, deepest of chuckles leaving him.

it would’ve been hot if he wasn’t laughing at you.

“shut up,” you spit lowly, seonghwa’s smirk growing into a full blown smile.

a part of him wishes he didn’t find it cute, perhaps even endearing, given the circumstances, but he does. eyes roaming over you and the scowl on your face.

“it’s alright, happens with the first beer.”

you answer by getting up with a huff, disgusting beverage (if you could even call it that) left by your chair as you make your way inside. alone.

for all of five seconds.

big boots you’ve detested since the moment you laid eyes on them clobber behind you, able to just hear the smirk in his voice as he calls out your name.

“alright seonghwa, your turn,” wooyoung says, the unofficial official leader of this ridiculous game.

you were surprised to walk in to about twenty people playing truth or dare, some laid out on the floor while others were scattered on the stained couch.

it started with dares of streaking or truths of the most embarrassing moments that had you biting back a smirk, yunjin drunkenly falling into you with loud bouts of laughter.

you weren’t surprised to reunite with her and mingi in the truth or dare circle, the latter next to the boy he claims to hate but hasn’t stopped bickering with since they met in the kitchen two hours ago.

“i wouldn’t be surprised if they bang tonight,” yunjin whispered, a teasing, taunting tone in her slurred voice. “mingi likes him. i can tell.”

you let out a scoff as you smack her lightly, eyes moving to a boy who laughs out loudly. you recognize him as hongjoong, a smirk pulling at your own lips before you peek over at your roommate.

“speaking of liking people...” you mumble, yunjin’s neck nearly snapping as she turns to you.

“not you wanting to gossip about boys?” she squeals, voice uncharacteristically hushed - mingi’s verbal lashing must’ve gotten to her finally.

“hongjoong?” is all you have to say for her cheeks to turn even pinker, mumbling incoherent things under her breath.

“oh? don’t like to gossip when it’s about your crush, huh?” you tease quietly, smiling when she knocks your elbow with hers.

“so you admit, the asshole is your crush,” she slurs, even in her drunken state not forgetting to call him that.

you roll your eyes just as wooyoung’s voice catches your attention - or, more so, the question he directs at seonghwa.

“alright pussy seonghwa, i’ll ask the truth we’re all wondering,” he says, and you’d think he was being dramatic if all eyes weren’t peeled on him right now.

it’s then you notice a familiar looking girl enter the living room, not able to place her but sure you’ve seen her before; judging from how all the other familiar people have looked, you have a feeling she’s connected to seonghwa.

“oh em gee, that’s her,” yunjin says in your ear, making it clear as day she’s looking at her and then proceeding to whisper. “that’s the girl i saw seonghwa talking to.”

hana.

the girl who screeched and then stormed off, the table of men laughing like it was the funniest thing they’d ever seen; you don’t know her but you don’t have to know you don’t appreciate the way men can get a girl riled up.

her eyes seem to darken when she notices your stare, lip pulling into a sneer like she’s disgusted to see you.

her eyes seem to flash with recognition and you can confidently say now that seonghwa’s friend group, in one way or another, have been talking about you - even if they’ve been using a term as childish as teachers pet.

you hold her gaze because she doesn’t know you and, yet, she’s looking at you like you’ve offended her in some way.

she rolls her eyes when you refuse to back down, carelessly plopping herself in the main circle on the floor. her eyes immediately zone in on seonghwa, something possessive and adoring in her gaze.

against everything in you, against your vehement desire to not think of this man anymore than you have to from his insistence, you wonder what their deal is.

he said they weren’t dating but does that really mean anything coming from him?

could his definition of dating be something so completely different, where he’s leading her along without realizing it? or, worse, completely knowing it and not caring in the slightest?

judging from the look she gave you, and the way she’s looking at him, you think that’s a huge possibility.

“what’s your body count, park?”

your neck cranes to look at seonghwa who’s watching his smirking friend with a deadly look; for a second, he’s the scary, intimidating boy from physics again.

wooyoung looks to you with a wink before turning his attention back on his friend.

“the people wanna know.”

“a gentlemen never tells, woo,” seonghwa finally says, deep voice smooth and unwavering. “you know that.”

there’s a few deep chuckles mixed with sighs of exasperation, something very odd and concerning about people’s vast interest in an attractive stranger’s sex life.

“oh, c’mon, man, just tell us,” a random guy says before looking around nosily. “there’s gotta be at least two in the room right now if he doesn’t wanna say anything.”

“only two? that’s insulting,” another random chimes in.

chatter and laughter erupts in the living room and you didn’t grow nervous being apart of this game until this very moment, seeing the turn these questions were quickly, but inevitably, seeming to take.

“honestly wooyoung, that’s such an invasive fucking question,” a high-pitched, feminine voice says, your gaze following it and falling on none other than hana.

“he doesn’t have to answer.”

“oh, i’m sorry but literally who asked you, hana?” wooyoung asks, his tone meeting her snark head on. “why are you even here? don’t you have ta’s to fuck?”

“maybe you should start so you stop failing all your classes, if only they could stand you,” she snaps.

you eye seonghwa who’s watching the duo with annoyance hard on his face, about to open his mouth when wooyoung speaks again.

“the same could be said for you, hana. i dare you to sleep with a man who actually likes you.”

“pretty boy didn’t answer the question so you actually can’t give out another...” wooyoung shoots a dirty look to the drunken man who finishes his sentence with a mutter.

“dare...”

“anyway,” the self-appointed leader says, looking at seonghwa with a sarcastic smile. “before we got rudely interrupted... body count. what is it?”

“enough. more than yours,” seonghwa growls, reaching out to kick wooyoung in the foot. “now fuck off.”

his answer causes deep chuckles to fill the room, a pit sitting in your stomach that gets tighter when hana speaks again. you can feel her gaze burning right into you.

“there’s a lot of freshmen here tonight,” she proclaims, her voice with mock interest and intrigue.

you wish you didn’t but your stubbornness always outshines, lifting your eyes to meet her.

“you,” she says, your eyes narrowing at the way she spits the word. like it was a nasty piece of soggy food. “what’s your name?”

you stay silent for a few seconds, the muttering quickly halting as they sense tension in the air. you can tell seonghwa’s stiff next to you, muttering words under his breath that you can’t make out.

yunjin squeezes your arm next to you, her slurred words coming to save the day.

“well, we’re both freshmen actually! i-i’m yunjin and that’s-”

“i didn’t ask you, lavender,” hana says, her icy gaze matching the stiff, apologetic smile that crosses her face. “i asked her.”

you would sit here in silence all night if you had it your way. if it wasn’t for the way you feel yunjin’s body deflate with hurt, sinking in on herself in embarrassment.

“y/n.”

your answer is short, curt and full of bite.

you don’t offer anything more or less and even though that’s all she asked, hana narrows her cat-like eyes as if she wanted a different answer.

“y/n,” she repeats, like she’s testing it out on her tongue. “interesting,” she says, gaze moving from you to seonghwa then back to you. her red lips take on a smirk in the process.

“truth or dare, y/n?”

there’s a beat of silence before you answer, ignoring the twinge of anxiety in your stomach.

“truth.”

hana bites the inside of her cheek as she cocks her head in thought, gaze shifting to seonghwa who’s eyes are nearly black.

he wants to scream at her to stop.

to just fucking drop it and leave you alone before she blows up his spot somehow - but he can tell by the playful, conniving twinge in her eye that that’s not even close to happening.

she’s having a pissing contest where she has no right to piss.

“alright, y/n, how ‘bout you share... the craziest place you’ve had sex. easy enough, right?”

her smile is bright and cheery but doesn’t match her gaze; there’s a cold, hateful twinge in them that scares the shit out of you.

maybe people will think that’s why the color drained from your face.

why, for a split second, you tensed up, quickly scanned the room of people and fell back into your signature silence while the room ‘oooh-ed’ at her awarding winning question.

not because you didn’t wanna confess to a room full of college students that you were still a virgin but because the girl who asked you looks like she wants to drag you around by your hair.

“c’mon, y/n, that’s easy, right?” she repeats, your eyes narrowing as your chest burns to snap at her. “anywhere but a bed, really, would suffice.”

you smile sarcastically and resist the urge to roll your eyes; but the more you evade the question, the less chatter there becomes - like everyone is nosy as to why you aren’t saying the top of the empire state building or an airplane.

“isn’t that a little invasive?” you ask, using her own words against her; she must notice because the faint vein in her forehead bulges.

“oh please! it’s just a silly game, y/n.”

“it was just a silly game when seonghwa was asked, too.”

you bite back a smirk when her eyes turn black, probably from hearing you say seonghwa’s name so casually; regardless, she passes it off with a loud, girlish giggle.

“oh c’mon, little freshie!” she squeals, “we’re all waiting to hear it. it has to be pretty crazy if you’re keeping it a secret!”

it’s like she’s putting on a performance the way she cocks her head a few silent seconds later. eyes widening in surprise and then her perfectly manicured hand covering the growing smirk on her glossy mouth.

“wait a minute...” she says, looking around to just alert everyone. “you... you’ve had sex before, haven’t you?”

“hana,” seonghwa mutters warningly, a deep, low tone of his voice that never fails to make your stomach swoop.

it never occurred to him until this moment that that could be a possibility - it didn’t occur to him when he and his friends started this mess weeks ago - it’s something so far removed from his mind.

that the vulnerability and obliviousness that comes with never having sex is something he would have to consider when just trying to get with a hot, albeit nerdy, obnoxious, and self-righteous, girl.

but if he found you hot and intriguing and was just a tad more interested in you being untouched was neither here nor there - he didn’t appreciate hana doing this right in front of him.

as if she had any type of claim on him.

“what hwa! i’m just saying! it’s a pretty simple question,” she whines, throwing a pout his way before her eyes take on a lustful glint. it’s obvious to everyone in the room and you think that’s exactly her purpose.

“i know what my answer would be. i think ours would be pretty similiar.”

“i wouldn’t bet on that,” seonghwa growls, deep voice low but loud enough for a few snorts to fill the room. hana’s cheeks flame in embarrassment before she puts all the attention back on you.

to cover up her own embarrassment by causing you some.

“are you a virgin, y/n?” she asks, her nasally tone mocking and high-pitched. asking as if she’s your curious best friend and not someone trying to expose you in front of 20+ college students.

“aw, are you like saving yourself or something? that’s cute.”

no, i like had a near-death experience and secluded myself from society for two years.

you smirk at the voice in your head but hana seems to think you might find her amusing, about to open her mouth to make another snarky comment when you beat her to it.

“like you said before, these questions are pretty invasive,” you say, tone confident and even despite the anxiety wracking your system. “though i am wondering why you’re so interested in my sex life. are you always so interested in strangers like this? or is it just me?”

her cheeks flame and you have to bite back a smirk, keeping your gaze pinned on her. you miss the way seonghwa lets his smirk show, something like pride stirring behind his gaze.

“why wouldn’t i be interested in the girl that seonghwa and his friends made-”

“enough hana,” seonghwa growls suddenly, her face falling and everyone quickly turning silent at the harsh tone of his voice.

that should’ve been your first clue then.

should’ve made it obvious that seonghwa and his friends were plotting something against you, that he wasn’t trying to get to know you the way he claimed (and the way you didn’t believe in the first place).

you should’ve known that hana was in on it from the start and almost exposed it so early for the sake of getting the upper hand on you.

you would’ve thought more about it unless seonghwa’s deep, booming voice didn’t start defending you even more.

“oh, c’mon, hwa, little freshman is being a total freakin-”

“her name’s y/n,” seonghwa says, keeping his tone low as he cuts her off. his eyes are burning with darkness, completely unamused, and making your stomach swoop way more than you care to admit.

“and you’re starting to look stupid, hana. just move on.”

there’s a chorus of “ooohs,” and snorts, one most definitely from wooyoung, that causes her cheeks to flame.

she shoots you a look like you’re the one trying to publicly humiliate her, her narrowed gaze like daggers into your soul before she stands up.

“whatever. this is lame anyway.”

“you’re lame. stupid even,” wooyoung says, hana throwing him the finger with her long, manicured red nails. she gives one last fleeting look at seonghwa who pointedly ignores her gaze.

you can see the miraculous difference between high school and college within just minutes after hana leaves, the game carrying on as if nothing happened.

there were a few nosy looks thrown your way, some of sympathy, some of pity, maybe even some perverted ones of intrigue, but the game went on.

the questions stayed sexual in nature, with people who had a lot more to say than you, but nobody seemed to care that hana insinuated you were a virgin - nobody except the boy and his friends who placed a bet for you to sleep with him.

“does that change the stakes?” they’ll ask next week in lunch, feeling nowhere near as funny as they did weeks ago.

“yeah, it makes them greater! laundry for at least a year then.”

seonghwa will laugh but it won’t feel completely right.

the others will poke fun and say things even they know are callous but “a bet is a bet at the end of the day.”

hana will make another appearance and watch as seonghwa approaches you, that soft, charming smile she hasn’t seen in years on his face.

but for now, you can only sit there with yunjin beside you knowing there are probably questions sitting on the edge of her tongue.

beside seonghwa who’s desperately trying to meet your gaze, read a vibe off you although it’s been damn near impossible since the moment he’s met you - he’s only ever been able to read animosity.

the more you sit there and listen to questions, the more you feel yunjin’s drunken, nosy gaze on you and think about stupid hana’s insinuations that you’re saving yourself, you feel yourself get hotter and hotter.

hot with what, you don’t know.

embarrassment because everyone in this room is probably somewhat experienced?

rage because she tried to do it on purpose?

or maybe because she reminded you of what your loss and grief ripped from you. how every part of your life, even not getting laid, can be related back to that.

how empty and worthless and depressed you felt.

how the only way you knew how to cope was shutting yourself off completely. not feeling anything, not seeing anyone, spending your youth as a closed off, shell of a person.

how you swore that’s exactly what you were gonna do here because you needed to graduate and get the best grades and prove to her that you’d be able to-

“i need air,” you mumble to yunjin, chest tight with the impending doom of an anxiety attack.

“i-i can come with y-”

“it’s okay,” you say, shaking your head as you get up quickly. “i won’t be long.”

you’re grateful to see the front yard is void of people, plopping down on the concrete stairs. you shakily inhale the cold fall air, closing your eyes at the faint burn in your lungs.

you take all the slow, deep breaths you take when it’s 3 am and your pulled from sleep.

when you have to be in the car for longer than ten minutes and you think about how much your life, even two years later, is still impacted by that rainy day.

being surrounded by people usually helps, usually takes your mind off it, but not when they’re throwing all these experiences in your face.

not when your grief can resurface at any given moment and you’re at a fucking party you didn’t wanna go to in the first place; it only makes you feel bad the more you think about it.

how, even though you know deep down she’d want you to have these experiences, you can’t do it without feeling so hopelessly guilty.

you can’t imagine ever living your life happily while doing things she isn’t able to do; a parent wants best for their child but a child also wants their parent to be-

“so... first drink, first kiss, first assault charge, i really was taking your firsts,” you hear a familiar voice say behind you, quickly blinking the tears that were daring to prick your eyes.

you smell his cologne when he plops down next to you, his large, imposing frame like a huge black cloud next to you; he rivals the one above your head at all times.

“seonghwa...” you growl out quietly, able to hear the heavy defeat and annoyance in your own voice; you don’t even have to look at him to know he’s watching you.

to know, for whatever reason, he’s not gonna let you sit out here alone.

“if i didn’t want yunjin out here with me, what makes you think i want you here?”

“what makes you think you have a choice?”

you don’t know whether you want to huff and get up silently or start screaming insult after insult at him. tell him you always have a choice and that he can fuck right off or just hope that, for once, the silence will get to him and he’ll leave.

that the game you’ve learned to play so well, sitting in silence and making it count, will be the very thing to-

“i’m sorry about hana.”

of all the things he could’ve said, you didn’t think it was gonna be that; the wary, questioning look you throw his way causes his lips to pull into an annoyingly handsome smirk.

you hate the smirks that look like that.

“she could be... a lot.”

“a lot? is that the word to use?” you mutter, a short chuckle leaving him that causes your lips to quirk.

“a lot. mean. vindictive. take your pick.”

“possessive of her secret boyfriend, perhaps?”

there’s a tick in his jaw that you can’t help but notice, eyes rolling as he shakes his head.

“not her boyfriend. not even her secret boyfriend.”

“so what, she’s just obsessed with you?” you ask, sarcasm heavy in your tone. “it’s obvious that’s what that was about.”

“hey, you said it, not me.”

you can’t help but scoff in disgust, his arrogance and grandiosity off-putting; you choose for the both of you sit in silence so maybe, he’ll notice his flaws and check himself into some sort of facility.

the loud cheers and booming music can still be heard from the house, the crisp night air blowing in your face. you seem to crave the cold when you’re in crisis, when any emotion is too overwhelming and leaving you in distress.

“for real, though, i’m sorry she did that. it wasn’t cool,” seonghwa says, something quiet and genuine slipping into his tone.

you don’t know what or how to respond when he talks to you like that. when he seems serious and sweet, like he’s trying to have a real conversation and not silly banter.

“it’s fine,” you finally say, shrugging your shoulders as a chill runs through you. “i didn’t care.”

“so you’re not, like, saving yourself or whatever?”

that should’ve been your second clue - him needing to know that. him confirming with you right then and there if you wanted your first to be meaningful.

all in all, you throw him a dirty side-eye.

“i’m not having this conversation with you.”

he smirks because he can hear the slightest hint of amusement in your tone, te smallest of smiles pulling at your lips.

“why? the goal tonight was to get to know each other.”

“okay then, are you saving yourself?” you ask, before your eyes narrow playfully. “or is your body count being higher than wooyoung’s such a grand thing?”

“wooyoung’s the biggest virgin i’ve ever met so...”

you giggle despite yourself.

your heart jumps when you notice his eyes roam over your face as you laugh. when you allow your arms to touch for the briefest of seconds as he knocks your elbow with his.

“don’t tell him i said that. his rep depends on it.”

“yeah, that seems super important to him.”

you lick over your lips as your gaze travels over the front yard, the quiet residential neighborhood full of so much tragedy to have a frat house on the block.

there’s a few outdoor games splayed across the yard, the flickering street lamps lighting up the patchy grass.

“you wanna play?”

you turn to see seonghwa watching you, swallowing as you notice just how close you are. peering up into his dark, attractive gaze and your breath hitching as he moves closer.

“or do you wanna almost kiss again?”

your eyes drop to his mouth only because he said the word kiss, meeting his gaze again with your eyes narrowed.

“we- we didn’t almost kiss.”

you stutter only because it’s cold.

“if you keep looking at me like that, you’ll be right,” he mutters, finger coming up to swipe across your lower lip. “we’ll definitely kiss.”

you swallow thickly and feel utterly entranced by him.

you wanna pull your body away from him, pull your face away from his somehow warm finger that’s touching your lip, but you can’t.

you wanna remember how fucking obnoxious he is, how he forced you to come here and will continue to annoy you after tonight, but you can’t.

your heart is pounding, your stomach is fluttering and you feel something in your body that you’ve never felt before - it scares you how much he makes you finally feel something when you’ve been empty for so long.

“i... what game were you talking about before?”

you get back to the dorm around 2 a.m with a mostly sober yunjin, who puked on the walk back to campus, and a drunk in love mingi who swears he’s never felt this way before.

“he... he makes me so fucking mad but, like, i love it?” mingi says, like he’s finding it incredibly difficult to understand this concept. “he’s funny and sarcastic and witty but also so fucking hot, i just wanna-”

“oh shut the fuck up already,” yunjin sighs, slapping her hands atop her head. “if you’re gonna be like this, then literally do not hang out with us anymore. i will be positively sick.”

“aw, you sound bitter, yunjin,” mingi says, a fake pout on his face. “is it because you’re gonna die alone?”

“it’s because you’re the sappiest excuse of a man i’ve ever had the displeasure of meeting in my...”

you smirk as you block their voices out on the way up to the dorm, mind foolishly floating back to the night - or, more specifically, the end of it.

if someone told you you’d end the night hating seonghwa a little less, you wouldn’t have believed them. that you’d somehow, someway, secretly come to find him just a little tolerable, you’d laugh in their face.

but there’s something about being able to run around and laugh with someone like you have no worries that gets to a person.

you never played kanjam before and it showed, taking 20 minutes of seonghwa explaining it and another 15 of a mock demonstration for you to finally understand the point of the game - but once you two got it going, it was on.

his deep chuckle rang through the cold air every time you missed it.

he let out a loud curse and accusation of cheating on the semi-rare occasion you got it in.

you walked over and kicked his can over when he blatantly cheated, something so lightweight and playful in your system, you have no idea where it came from.

you forgot what it felt like to experience that, even if only for a little bit; mingi and yunjin promptly came running outside what felt like only moments later, your roommate running past you to vomit in the street.

“is that yunjin?” seonghwa asks.

he was stood in front of you after your battle for the frisbee, your head turning around to see her keeled over in the street. mingi was holding her hair back but laughing hysterically at her.

“it absolutely is,” you mumble, shaking your head at the girl slapping mingi. “great.”

“damn. dealing with that and losing kanjam. how could your night get any worse?”

you whip your head back around at him.

“i didn’t lose.”

“you didn’t win.”

you roll your eyes despite the smile pulling on your lips, hearing yunjin whine out mingi’s name; you turn back again to see him puking now.

“i should probably go.”

“that fucking sucks,” seonghwa chuckles, his shit-eating grin lighting up his face and only more when you reach out and smack him in the arm.

“not helping,” you mutter, seonghwa quirking a brow and drawing his body just a little closer to yours.

“oh? is that an invitation to go back to your dorm and help you with them?” he asks, “i would love nothing more than to-”

you turn around and only get a few steps away before he’s pulling you back, a deep chuckle leaving his mouth.

“hey, it was just a joke,” he says, arms up in innocence as you blankly stare at him - you guys are quickly back to that. “happy you came tonight.”

your stupid little heart flutters despite yourself.

“you didn’t give me much of a choice, now did you?”

a smile pulls at his lips that, in turn, seems to affect yours as well. weird.

“i guess i didn’t, no,” seonghwa says, shaking his head as his eyes roam over you. “but are you that mad about it now?”

because he felt the change too.

saw it in how, for the first time since he’s known you, your guard dropped ever so slightly and he saw a twinge of happiness in your eyes.

“i guess not, no,” you say softly, voice barely above a whisper as you confess the impossible. “but i’ll never come to one of these again.”

and that, you’re positive, is a promise. you don’t care how much fun you had playing this stupid lawn game.

“that’s fair,” seonghwa says, “we can hang out other places.”

you don’t even wanna think about what he’s considering right now, entertain the idea of anything after tonight being something other than physics classmates - so you roll your eyes and ground yourself.

prepare to be back to your normal self, your normal dynamic, by the time monday rolls around.

“don’t bet on it.”

if you could feel the way his heart dropped at your words, he’d be fucked. absolutely fucked. he rolls his eyes for so but takes a slight step back from you.

“see you monday?” he asks, a glint in his eye that causes you to roll yours; you two won’t be like this then.

you won’t be.

you can’t.

“see you monday. in the back.”

“we’ll see about that.”

“yeah? well we’ll see about that, you stupid fuck. i give it a day and a half before you drop to your knees and-”

“inside voices,” you chastise quietly as the elevator dings open, the three of you meeting the hallway of your dorm room.

mingi and yunjin hobble over each other clumsily, running down the hallway like children in a hotel before they crash in front of the door. you slip your key in like an exhausted parent, biting back a smirk when they crash inside.

“shotty the right!”

“you know i sleep on the right!”

“you sleep in the middle like a selfish bitch!”

it feels like it takes hours before you, yunjin and mingi are all laying down, the two of them curled up in her bed while you watch them in amusement.

you’re happy they’re here for several reasons but the first being so your mind can’t wander back to how tonight felt.

how it felt to be happy and carefree.

how it felt to be flirting with a boy you thought was cute.

how it felt to, for a moment, think about how life could be if you weren’t destined to-

“so, y/n, i know i was busy, you know, puking my fucking guts out,” yunjin says, “but me and mingi both know what we saw.”

you know that guard has to go back up and quick.

you know you can’t allow yourself for a second to consider gossiping and giggling and sharing secrets like you three are a bunch of-

“oh? and what exactly did you two see?”

“you and the asshole giggling! you and the asshole playing games! you and the asshole looking so flirty and fun and into each other, it’s like you guys are only seconds away from fuck-”

“yunjin! she’s literally a virgin! weren’t you there for truth or dare?”

“of course i was there!” yunjin spits, “that bitch hana totally embarrassed me, her sleazy fucking ass. next time she looks at me, i’m gonna- wait. y/n. are you... are you actually a-”

“i’m not having this conversation with you two,” you grumble, shaking your head at the both of them huddled under the blanket. “you won’t even remember and i’ll have to repeat myself at some point.”

“won’t remember? why- why wouldn’t we remember?” yunjin asks, “you really think we wouldn’t remember anything you tell us?”

“i think that you guys are so drunk, mingi won’t even remember yunh-”

“yunho? yunho! did someone say yunho?” mingi yelps, sitting up and pulling the blanket completely off yunjin. “ugh. i love that man, you guys. i’m for real. i love him so much, i think i’m gonna start-”

“oh, my god!” yunjin screeches, your own drama forgotten as she smacks mingi with her pillow. “shut. the. fuck. up! i swear to god, mingi, i’m gonna...”

you smile to yourself as you watch the two best friends fight and argue, telling yourself that tonight and tonight only can you go to bed with the thought of park seonghwa on your mind.

because once next week comes, you have to go back to hating him.

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The Long and Winding Road Part II: Mississippi

Pairing: Frankie Morales x F!Reader (no physical description of the Reader given)

Rating: 18+ Mature

Wordcount: 2875

Summary: You hit your must see spots in Mississippi, and you fight back every bit of attraction to this broad stranger that you can. It’s a losing battle.

A/N: What can I say, this is wholly self indulgent. And un-beta’d. Lemme know if you see any glaring errors! Dividers by @firefly-graphics! Thank you especially to the discord besties and @the-ginger-hedge-witch for listening to my panic over actually writing something more than a one-shot, and for all the great tips. Especially the road trip ideas.

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Frankie couldn’t figure her out.

He had spent years in the military, interacting with people from all walks of life. From the rich kids following in their parent’s footsteps, to fresh faced kids straight from high school looking for a naïve hope at an opportunity to build a better future than the past they had, most people were the same. They were greedy, self-serving, and usually just bastards with a hidden agenda. He counted himself among them, from the jobs he took for money, to nights spent high on cocaine and the touch of someone who he could pretend he loved for a few hours.

But this woman…

He glanced over at her from the driver’s seat, his grip on the steering wheel tightening slightly as the first thing he saw were her feet propped up on the dashboard, the long line of her bare legs tucked up to rest her journal on her knees. Her hair was pulled back away from her face so the wind didn’t blow it all over the place, and she was humming along to Stevie Nicks’ dulcet tones crooning from the radio.

They had been traveling for two days, stopping at every whim she had. An afternoon was spent in St. Augustine and Ponte Vedra, touring the light house, and walking the beach. The morning saw them in Savannah, Georgia, eating breakfast along the marshes. True to her word, he paid for nothing, even with a neat $15,000 burning a hole in his pocket. She purchased every meal, snacks, drinks, and even offered to buy souvenirs for Gabriela. The first night, she offered to sleep in the Jeep instead of the popup rooftop tent on the Jeep’s roof, which he turned down almost immediately. They had argued back and forth, with her stubbornly reminding him that he was the one driving, and needed a good night’s sleep, so they finally came to an agreement just to share the small space.

“We’re both adults,” she had said, rifling through the small suitcase in the backseat. “We can share a bed.”

“Yeah,” he agreed finally, realizing her stubbornness would win out in the end, “that’s fine. I’ve slept in worse places.”

She laughed, starting the climb up to the tent, “Careful what you speak into the universe. Maybe I snore, and you’re in for a rough night.”

Frankie barked out a laugh, “I doubt it’ll be worse than some of the guys I’ve bunked down with.”

It was worse.

She didn’t snore, although she did talk in her sleep, trying to have a conversation with no one for the better part of the night. But even that was nothing compared to the way he woke up with her wrapped around him like a lifeline, her face buried in his chest. They had started off back to back, pushed as far to the edges of the pallet as they could get, and sometime between drifting off while talking about their favorite songs, and the sun rising, they had wound up in the center of the tent, his arms wrapped around her, and her leg thrown over his. She had managed to push her covers off of her, but then sought the warmth that Frankie gave off in her sleep.

Frankie had quickly and quietly extracted himself from her hold before scrambling down the ladder, the brisk autumn air doing nothing to calm his heart or other parts of his anatomy that was all too aware that a gorgeous woman was feet away, and had been in close proximity. The shame burned at the back of his neck, but he found himself wanting to return to the tent, and curl back up to sleep in her arms.

He hadn’t been able to stop thinking about her since then, even as they were well on their way into Alabama. He chalked it up to proximity and loneliness, only having his hand for company the last few months as he stayed clean, determined to do right by his kid, even if that meant suffering through the withdrawals and the craving to lose himself and his memories in a drug that offered nothing but forgetting and despair at the end of the high.

She, on the other hand, didn’t seem to know about their nighttime encounter. She was happily watching the trees as they drove and would occasionally look down to her journal to scribble something down, a sentence here, a doodle there. He had seen her press a wild flower into the pages in Talladega National Forest, and use it as a coaster for tea in Tuscaloosa. She carried it with her everywhere, fishing it out of her bag for reasons unknown to him, sometimes to scrawl a reminder, and other times spending a few moments writing before smiling up at him, telling him she was ready to move on.

She was an enigma to him, altruistic and kind to everyone they ran into. She really did spend most of her time looking at the things she was interested in, not concerned with taking photos of the view, even as she offered to take his photo for him, which he usually declined, except on the rare occasion he found a chance to send a photo of himself with a giant swordfish in Savannah to Pope, captioned, “finally found the fish you said you had on the line when you pulled that boot.”

He received a middle finger emoji as a response.

He had expected a lot of chatter as they drove, one of the reasons he had tallied in the “con” section of why he should take this job. It ranked fairly low on the list however, and the payload far outweighed any reason he could give to skip out on the opportunity. He was surprised though, when the first six hours had passed only interrupted by her humming, and the occasional request to stop somewhere. It wasn’t as if it was an awkward silence that you can chalk up to being in a confined space with a literal stranger, but instead a comfortable atmosphere where no words were really needed. He didn’t want to think about the fact that this was the most peaceful he had felt in a while, and instead turned the volume up on the radio, tapping his fingers along to Como La Flor.

You had three missed texts from Alyssa, checking in to make sure that Benny’s pilot friend hadn’t actually killed you on day one of the road trip, and you made a mental note to text her back at the next stop. You knew if you tried to read too much while in the car, you’d be hit with a migraine, and you didn’t feel like having Frankie pull over just so you could get sick this early into the trip.

Speaking of Frankie…

You peeked over at him, watching his head bop along to the music, and you could feel the smile straining against your lips as you whipped your head back around to watching the passing trees. It was crazy how attracted to him you were. From his long eyelashes framing those deep puppy dog eyes, to his plump lips that you had to force yourself not to watch as he spoke, you knew that you were quickly developing a crush on him. Which was normal you reminded yourself for the umpteenth time. It was normal to be attracted to someone. It didn’t mean you had to act on it. And there wasn’t a chance of anything happening really. The trip was only three months long, and then you’d be leaving, so it was pointless to even think about romance.

This wasn’t a 90s rom com. This was the trip of a lifetime, and you were going to enjoy the time you had left on it, not spend it worrying about Francisco Morales and his dumb cowlick that he thought was well hidden under that Standard Oil baseball cap.

Passing under the exit sign for Columbus, Alabama, you checked your map again, looking for anything that caught your eyes. “Oh!” you exclaimed, tapping the map. “You should take this exit!”

Frankie imperceptibly turned his head to look at where you were pointing on the map, an eyebrow raised. “Tupelo?”

“Yeah! Have you ever been?”

“Probably passed through there once or twice, but I don’t think we ever stopped,” he replied, rubbing a hand on his jaw. He hadn’t shaved in the last few days, you had noticed, and you wondered what the short whiskers would feel like under your fingers. “Why d’you want to stop there?”

You really didn’t have reason, other than, “I hear they have good honey. And wasn’t Elvis born there?”

Frankie chuckled, but dutifully took the exit onto I-45. “Well, let’s go get you some of that honey, but if you’re wanting to see the king, we need to head to Memphis.”

You made a note on the map, studying it for a moment longer. “I do want to see Memphis, but I think it would be smart, and probably more efficient to hit the south, and then kind of zig zag before heading north?” Your fingers danced in the air, mimicking the zigzag pattern to make your point.

He nodded. “That makes sense. Is there anything on that “must list” of yours for the south that we need to make sure we do?”

He remembered. You beamed at his words, almost laughing that such a small thing could make you so happy. “There are a few, actually.” Tucking loose piece of hair behind your ear, you pulled out your journal, flipping through the pages. “Since we’re heading into Mississippi, I want to check out Rowan Oak. Tishomingo State Park would be nice to visit too. Dunn’s Falls is on the list, but I feel like we might be going around our ass to scratch our elbow with that one.”

Frankie shrugged, glancing over at you. “A little extra mileage never hurt anybody. Besides,” he continued, “if it’s on your “must list,” we must go see it.”

His sincerity was palpable, and you wanted to cry. The one thing you had been dreading with finding a glorified chauffer was that they would talk you out of some of the things you wanted to do because it would be such a long and winding route to see everything on your list. Well, that and possibly being killed before your time, but mostly complaining. Frankie never once complained, following your every whim with good humor. He didn’t ask many questions after your first meeting, which you appreciated more than you could say. Like you said, the whys weren’t important now. It was just the doing that mattered.

“Thank you,” you finally said, looking back out the window so he wouldn’t see if any stray tears made their way down your cheeks.

You didn’t see his answer nod, or the way the tips of his ears turned pink as you headed toward Tupelo.

Tupelo had seen them to honey and biscuits, as well as a stop at the birthplace of Elvis. You had convinced Frankie to take a picture touching the statue’s hand like a crying teenage girl, which he did with a roll of his eyes, but you know he sent the picture to someone in his phone named “Pope.”

You wound your way across the state to Rowan Oak, your heart fluttering at the smell of Cedar in the air as you and Frankie walked along the grounds. You got lost in the concentric garden, finding the large magnolia in the center an hour later, taking a break under the sprawling branches for a few moments.

“How old do you think this tree is?” you asked, your eyes closed as you leaned against the tree, the bark digging into your back, and the sound of birds nesting in the trees lulling you into a calmness.

“Dunno,” Frankie said from his spot beside you, shoulders touching just enough that you could feel the burn of him. “Doubt they’d let us cut it down to count the rings.”

You snorted. “No, I don’t think they would. William Faulkner would roll over in his grave if they did.” The silence stretched comfortably between you, and you closed your eyes again, the humid air making you sleepy. You may have drifted off under that old tree, because when you blinked your eyes open, Frankie was standing to the side of the trail, and there was a fresh Magnolia bloom in your lap. You smiled softly, taking a petal and pressing it into your journal before joining him, letting him lead the way out of the maze.

You headed back towards Tupelo that night, stopping just outside the city to bunk down, before driving the few hours to Tishomingo. He groaned good naturedly as you pulled on your hiking boots, and followed you onto the trail, but the beauty of the landscape stopped even his joking about the early morning dew. You found ruins and old bridges leading to long abandoned cabins, and Frankie told you of a time he spent overseas in a similar looking abandoned house with his team, and how Benny and Will went through a wall play fighting each other. Your peals of laughter probably scared the local wildlife away, but you didn’t mind, happy to just be privy to stories from Frankie’s past.

You ate lunch beside a waterfall, drinking your tea cold for a lack of hot water. You didn’t mind, to tell the truth, but the face Frankie made assured you he wouldn’t be partaking. He had been eyeing the water for a while now, sweat beading on your foreheads. You stood, slipping your boots and socks off, and he looked up at you, an eyebrow raised. “Whatcha doin?”

Grinning, you took off at a run for the edge pool of water, leaping into it. A shout of alarm went up behind you, drowned out by the rush of water going over your head. You could still hear the roar of the waterfall dumping into the basin above you, and when you popped out of the water taking a gulp of air, Frankie stood on the shore, hands on his hips staring down at you.

“What are you doing?”

You laughed kicking your feet out under you. “Living!” You swam in a circle, sighing at the cool water. “Come in!”

He shook his head. “I don’t think so, Chiflada!”

You pouted, “Oh, come on, Francisco! The water feels great!” You pushed your arm forward, splashing him with water, and he yelped, jumping back. “Don’t be such a chicken!”

Frankie laughed, wrenching his shirt over his head, “Oh, you asked for it!” He lunged into the water and you reeled back, screaming in delight as his long arms reached for you. You danced out of his reach, splashing him with water as you went. Frankie roared at you, pushing forward in the water to wrap his arms around you. You pushed at his chest, squealing, and laughing as his fingers danced along your ribs. His laughter rumbled through his chest and rippled across your skin, lighting up his face.

“I give, I give!” you laughed, spluttered around the hair in your face. “You’re King of the Water!”

“Damn right,” he replied, grinning at you, and you suddenly realized how close the two of you were, chest to chest, only your clothes between you. You were acutely aware of the cold water pebbling your nipples against his chest, and you felt your face heating up from the proximity of this broad man. He was looking at you, his eyes soft, and you could feel yourself internally panicking.

He could sense your trepidation, and slowly released you, his kind eyes catching yours as you backed away from him, breathing hard. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” you replied, “I’m fine. Just out of breath.” The lie came easily enough, and you hid behind and easy grin. “Told you the water felt nice though.”

Groaning, he leaned back slightly, looking up at the waterfall, “Yeah, but now we have to hike back to the Jeep in wet clothes. And it’s still hot.”

“Come on, Fly Boy, where’s your sense of adventure?” You questioned him, thanking everything that your racing heart was starting to come under control.

“Trust me, Chiflada, I’ve had enough adventures to last a lifetime.”

You mulled over his words, pulling yourself out of the water and then offering him your hand. “Well, that may be true, but you’ve never had one with someone like me.”

He took your hand, squeezing it gently as he pulled himself up next to you, close enough again for you to see the freckles across his strong nose. “No,” he agreed, speaking softly. “I don’t think I’ve ever met someone like you.”

You blushed, turning away quickly to gather your things, your heart rate picking up again. You’d think about this more later, when the night was still, and the clothes you were wearing were hung on a line to dry in the hot Mississippi night air. When you’d be able to feel him at your back, and for the first time regret the short time you had left.

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pippin-pippout · 4 months

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My Demon Finale + Final Thoughts

Ok My Demon was cute. I really appreciated that the last episode was mostly all wrapping things up. We got resolution on every character, each completed their arc or did what was natural for them.

We had just the right amount of angst for this story - the villains were scary, but not enough to turn this into more of a thriller than a romance, or to detract too much from the ultimately happy ending. Sure they were nice and twisted and messed up, following the well formulated pattern. I don't need anything more.

And I really did love the 'good guy' characters in this show - I never felt like any side was getting too much attention at the cost of another or of the story.

For like the first half of this show I thought her not-cousin (you know the smart one/second male lead) was gonna turn out to be evil. Like I was convinced that psycho-dad was just a distraction. I'm really happy I was wrong. Also thrilled to see him become absolute besties with Gu-won. In fact I am more thrilled than Gu-won is.

Similarly happy for sword-dance girl, who kept saying she was leaving to the point I was like 'then why haven't you?' and then when she's about to, she finds a reason (a real reason) to stay. I feel like she and psycho-dad's wife will do a lot of good for children in the future.

Seeing the son before his dad could completely destroy him was a somewhat formulaic choice, but it's a formula for a reason, and I did really feel for him. Even before that, I had hoped he would survive. everything and be able to heal. The writing/acting choices for his character were good in that, in most of his interactions with Do Do-He, I felt like something non-villainous was behind the curtain - even before the abuse was revealed. I couldn't tell if he liked her or was trying to warn her or was looking for her to save him, but I appreciated that the reveal that he wasn't the villain actually had some foundation. I'm glad he was posthumously cleared and that his mom will hopefully learn from this shit to help others.

Eunni with her two sons continue to be ridiculous, but harmless as always. A nice bow-tie comedic moment. Sure she was one of the 'bad guys' but they're always there, and considering the rest of her family, she honestly was the most normal. And I think the narrative did try to show that she was at least a good mom.

Ms. Shin and the past lives/aka Fuck You guy! They are so weird for each other and I love that for them. Not me though. Did not need more of their makeouts. I freaking loved Ms. Shin throughout everything though. Such a good balance of no-nonsense with compassion.

Our comedic relief third wheels - the PR trio and the dogs/parsnips - both fun. The ex-mob brows definitely won for me (they did have a dog). Every time Gu-won wouldn't acknowledge them my heart broke a little. Glad the writers understood that and gave us their happy ending.

I liked this portrayal of God. Very 'I don't know what the fuck is going on either but good luck' with a side of compassion rather than just dropping riddles and life lessons (those were learned along the way anyway). Felt more realistic.

And for the main couple, I'm happy we got to see their version of a silly fight, because couples fight, and that makes me believe their happy ending more (also so thankful to have a show with a demon main character have his love interest play hymns and prayers when they're arguing).

I really thought when Gu-won came back, he'd be human, and it'd be all 'perfect.' But I kind of love that he's a demon and the little-shitness of his character as a demon (yet is afraid of pissing off his wife who puts stickers on his demon manual). Also good for Do Do-hee having a demon on speed dial is useful af.

Anyway, they established that she'd continue to age and eventually die, and that it was ok because impermanence is what makes this, and every moment, so not insignificant. I felt like he would happily accompany her beyond when the time comes, but for the time being they're able to live knowing every second matters, the good and the bad, and be happy to have them.

A sweet show with a sweet ending; just what I needed tonight.

#my demon #song kang #kim yoo jung #jeong guwon #do do hee

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ziipzeepzop-eez · 3 months

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hey zeepie! HIHIHIHII!!!!

ermmm

irl bestie headcannons? why the hell not, happy Valentine's season (or smt) a lot of this is purely imaginative, as im cautious about ppl online. I hope you feel better ❤️

if we were irl besties, I would prolly be afraid to text you a lot. id send u shitty memes and funny shit id find on Pinterest and think you would judge me about it, before seeing you happily text me back.

we would text about things happening, like gen alpha slang, or about our future. lots of intrusive thoughts from my way with frightened commentary from you

while I may be busy often, I try to fit my friends with my schedule, even if they don't match often (they go to public school) so youd be invited to Mexican parties, bday parties, skating hangouts, or even the once-in-a-life-time boy girl party.

and other times, I just want to spend time w/ you. sometimes I would invite you to the park to simply interact, or we would visit each other's house for a self care day. Everytime I see you, I just tackle you in a giant hug, as you struggle to hold me a bit.

id bring all of my favorite masks, along with the best snacks possible. you would prolly have the blankets and towels. imagine me loading up fortnite on my Nintendo as I make you an account for your tv 💀💀💀

like the 'its my first time' adult x 'imma protect you no matter what' 16 yr old trope. you'd call me cringe as I finish setting you up, and invite to my party for 3 rounds of battle royale.

we lost all three 😭.... but! but- we did get at least 9 kills on average per round, that's a win for me 👀 the opps were too strong for us 😞🫴🏾

id steal your remote as i press the tubi app, choosing some trash iteration of the monkey king. you'd laugh so hard about it the whole time, while id be rambling about the quality of CGI and the differences between modern movies.

while we talk I may poke you a bit, you swatting my hands threatening to fight. it's just smt abt tickling that makes a blk person wanna throw hands 🫠 👊🏾💥👊🏾💥other times id sooth through your hair in a spaced out silence, not really minding anything.

you'd ask about my locs sometimes, and my haircare routine. (thinking abt it now, I haven't gotten my hair done in almost a month 💀) so you'd prolly ask why my roots are so fluffy instead of rolled up. a smile would com across your face as I continue to explain, telling you about the palm rolling + clipper process, the dangers of water, and oil buildup. you laugh as I tell you about my dream to dye my roots neon green, keeping my tips pink.

(fun fact: [and this could apply to every hair type, but especially locs] when you leave water in locs w/o drying properly, you could literally grow matted mold. it can become very smelly and strong, because hair in general ESPECIALLY CONJOINED HAIR soaks up water like a fuckin towel. and if you arent careful about the products u use/what products you use, and how often you wash your hair, it can cause oil buildup pretty easily.

im not sure why, but when I add water to my hair, my scalp dries up and it starts to shed 😭😭 I SWEAR I USE OIL-)

and sometimes ill disappear for a month. it won't be on purpose of course! as soon as I get my phone in my hands, I'm racing to send you my entire meme bank, making you cackle during the early hours of the morning.

and when we can't meet up, well just ramble to each other over call, or play shitty Roblox obbies on discord. throw writing ideas, communicate, au's fictional and irl, existential dread, carpet fuzz. anything really!

and we would be really good friends too- like, top tier verbalization, positive affirmations, and happiness all the way ❤️

the only thing I could think of you and me arguing about is the use of my n word tendencies for stupid things. or my procrastination-

but other than that, being your irl bestie would be awesome! id make sure of it ❤️

ohh uhym

just, uh, aha- gimme a second? chippy?- babe– ,,

[scampers away behind a conveniently placed bush, curls down into a squatting ball so only the back of my head is visible] Guueuuueeeeeeeeghehehgehegheeeghhhh,,, gaaaaasp– ghhhhhuuuuuuueeeerrrrrghhhhgehegeheeeeghehhhnngh 😭😭😭

THIS IS!! SO!! 😭😭 THIS!! 💥☝🏾 CHIP. 😫 CHIP. 😭 CHIPPY?? CHIPPYYYYYY 👹

I read this groggily after waking up from my sadness-induced nap and it immediately, IMMEDIATELY !!! ... made me smile. Like, so so big. SO, so BIG!!!

Aaaand I am so, MAD, that we don't know each other irl because?? I need this?? In my life??? I've,,, ALWAYS needed someone like this??????? & to finally have her!! But she is not here IN FRONT OF ME FOR ME TO HAVE AS THE BESTEST BESTIE EVER??? IT SHOULD BE A SIN PUNISHABLE BY INSTANT LIGHTNING STRIKE DEATH FROM GOD HIMSELF JKHHJHJHDJBSHDJHJ 👹😭🤬💔💔 LIKE I AM- FEENING FOR THIS ☝🏾 FRIENDSHIP EXACTLY GRUUURAGAHAGAAAAAAGHHHH

Like why are you not here in front of me rn?? WHy, *chokes* do you not live across from me in my lil ghetto ass neighborhood where the only thing that'd motivate me to go outside is you calling to me from my window?? Like it's not fair it simply isn't fair as a matter of fact, i think it's racist that we aren't irl friends like and ALL OF THIS DURING O U R MONTH likeeee. *sucks teeth* seems sketchy to me bro 😤💔 [I continue to ramble if only to shield the sounds of my heart shattering quite loudly in the background]

THE TUBI PART DID IT FOR ME 😭😭 HOW DO YOU KNOW I'VE SEEN THE CRUDDY REITERATIONS OF THE MONKEY KING??? I'd palette it MUCH more easier if it were you watching it with me instead of my parents :'')) I'm the type to crack up obnoxiously during movies and shows - our chaotic energy would bounce of e/o seamlessly and we'd be our own movie fr 🎬🤣

I ain't no gamer but I'd do it for you bookie. even if the opps did get us in the end. we did our best, trust 😞✊🏾 magic of friendship always prevails, feel me?

And !! Girl !! Black girl hair knowledge 😍💅🏾✨ AAAAAAAAAA!!! FROTHING AT THE MOUTH FOR IT SJDKDJ (/ns btw ksjsjsj just as a forewarning 😭😭💀 you get me girl) PLEASEEE I don't have thoroughly kinky hair, since i'm mixed so i never got the whole concept of it and anytime I'm bein made aware of afro-centric hair care i EAT THAT ISH UPPPPPPP. u're my new knowledge plug. like, this was edumacational. AND HONESTLY I THINK YOU HELPED ME TOO??? 🤣 I get reeeally bad buildup sometimes but I think it's because I air dry my hair, not really much at all!! :')) yes yes i know, cue the screams of horror. 💀 I SWEARRRR I'M LEARNING AND GROWING I JUST NEED TO USE MY BLOWDRYER JKJKS

AAAAAAAA we'd dye our hair together!!! 😍 that's honestly such a cute color combo, wholly underrated !! my tenderheaded self, but I'm a sucker for people stroking my hair/head bcuz it rarely happens nowadays 😭

sitting in comfortable silence? casual healthy platonic affection? posting up when you tryna start somethin with them pokes and tickles?? 😔✊🏾 yes please yes to all of it.

fr tho you can catch this fade if you keep tryin me bbygirl i be screeching like a banshee jsjsjsjss

UGHGHHHHHHHGGGGGGHHHHH the ✨positive reaffirmations and 🩷verbalization of love🩷✨

Like this a whole dream.

,,,real images of me caught in 8K UHD surround sound 32 Gigs ram, HDR GEFORCE RTX, TI-80 texas instruments, Triple A duracell battery ultrapower 100 Cargador Compatible iPhone 1A 5 W 1400 + Cable 100% 1 Metro Blanco Compatible iPhone 5 5 C 5S 6 SE 6S 7 8 X XR XS XS MAX GoPro hero 1 2 terabyte xbox series x Dell UltraSharp 49 Curved Monitor - U4919DW Sony HDC-3300R 2/3" CCD HD Super Motion Color Camera, 1080p Resolution Toshiba EM131A5C-SS Microwave Oven with Smart Sensor, Easy Clean Interior, ECO Mode and Sound On/Off, 1.2 Cu. ft, Stainless Steel HP LaserJet Pro M404n Monochrome Laser Printer with Built-in Ethernet (W1A52A) GE Voluson E10 Ultrasound Machine LG 23 Cu. Ft. Smart Wi-Fi Enabled InstaView Door-in-Door Counter-Depth Refrigerator with Craft Ice Maker GFW850SPNRS GE 28" Front Load Steam Washer 5.0 Cu. Ft. with SmartDispense, WiFi, OdorBlock and Sanitize and Allergen - Royal Sapphire Kohler K-3589 Cimarron Comfort Height Two-Piece Elongated 1.6 GPF Toilet with AquaPiston Flush Technology:

......,,,, SOmeone should hELP her. 🧍👀

[clears throat and composes myself]

Ahhh, my Chippy Choco Chip girl. You are already such bestie material online, I can only imagine how viscerally that translates to in person :'')))

If I can get a little personal here?? Ever since I was young, I wished and prayed and begged, for a friend. Like, a GOOD friend. A best friend. Someone who'd be there for me and actually want to spend time with me; oh you have no idea how much you healed little me typing this out, Chips (´；ω；｀) Tumblr, our moots as a whole have also healed the little Lilo in me and have simultaneously become my Stitch. :'))

This is the bestest thing I could've received for Valentine's (and yes I'm considering it as my valentine's/galentine's gift from u 🤨 problem?? *chkt chkt* ???..... yeah i didn't think so 😌. thank you.) and I am just. BLESSED. 🙏🏾😫

THANK YOU JESUS. JEHOVAH. GOD. ELOHIM. FOR, AT USER ITSYAGIRLCHIP. MY CHIPPY CHOPPY GIRL.

I love you pookie. ❤❤🫶🏾🫶🏾 Thanks for making me smile so hard my face almost stayed permanently that way today.

#"૮₍ •⤙•˶|✉️ beep! inbox! ˎˊ˗#⸝⸝ ꒰ my best girl chipㆍ₊⊹❣🍪#and that one is here to stay.#i'll make sure of it.#love you girl #i rlly do #saving this in a whole new linked page like frfr

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aliceismypixie · 8 months