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my exams have been going really well, i’ve been able to stay consistent with my work, i washed my hair yesterday, i understood whatever i studied, i handled my ptsd really well, i was able to become friends with the person i really looked up to, i got my fic request accepted by the cutest person ever, school air aint got shit on me, i started writing again, an absolute angel of a person helped me post my first fic and now it has like 71 likes and thats the most i’ve ever gotten, i talked to my mom for an hour or so, i cancelled my spotify subscription, i’ve been eating proper meals and drinking alot of water, i feel so loved and happy, i feel so confident about my exams because i know i worked really hard and i will get the results i want in one way or the other, i feel really cute and i’ve come to terms with my insecurities, life has been so good and trust me, it does get better!! 🍀
from trying to kill myself an year ago to loving where i stand today was not easy but oh my god, its definitely worth it
📼 ᝰ. you rope your boyfriend into opening blind boxes with you on camera, and he’s not too happy about it.
⌇ bakugou × reader ╱ word count: 1.4k
if there was one thing your boyfriend didn’t consider himself, it was being a pushover. when it came to bakugou katsuki’s whims, they were done on his own accord. he never bothered himself with worrying about what others around him thought or wanted. his thoughts, opinions, and whims were set in stone. at least, that’s what he told himself.
but things were different when it came to you. he found himself allowing you to chip away at him until you were able to coax him out and mold him into compliance. bakugou was all bark and no bite when you would take his hand and lead him to wherever it was your heart desired—the café down the block, the park where you enjoyed tossing seeds for all the little critters, or even your favorite store where he’d trail after you for hours, huffing and puffing at your lack of urgency when it came to browsing. he swore you did it on purpose, torturing him until your fingertips had brushed every item the shop had to offer.
the mall a few towns over had just announced the grand opening of a brand new store—their specialty? an array of blind boxes and trinkets that were right up your alley.
“we’ve gotta go!” you gripped your boyfriend’s arm and shook him excitedly from your place next to him on the couch. it was only early afternoon, still plenty of time for a little adventure and mini road trip.
“tch, oh yeah? and what’s in it for me?” he asked you with that look of faux annoyance he always seemed to adopt—and that you’ve become so familiar with—whenever you suggested anything. “i’m not driving forty five minutes for your stupid gambling addiction.”
one thing about bakugou, though, was that he was easy to melt. a kiss here, a little nip there, or a quick flash of your eyes through your lashes and he was like molten lava in your hands—hot and scalding, yet fluid enough to mold to your wishes. he grumbled under his breath in defeat when he was the first to break eye contact.
“get in the car before i change my mind.”
he didn’t need to tell you twice before you were kissing his cheek gleefully and skidding to grab your shoes and wallet, and bounding out the door to where his vehicle sat in the driveway of your shared home. behind you, bakugou made sure to move at a snail’s pace, taking his time in slipping his shoes on and collecting his going out necessities before finally sauntering after you, hands deep in his sweatpants pockets acting as though he didn’t have a care in the world.
at the mall, the blind box shop was full to capacity. there was a mass of customers browsing and scrambling to get their hands on the most popular items. hands reached over your head, grappling at the shelves. you found yourself constantly dodging and swerving from something. behind you, bakugou played the role of your guard dog, one hand on your waist at all times just in case he quickly needed to steer you in the opposite direction of careless customers or to keep you from colliding with displays. he didn’t rush you, but his looming presence and the growing influx of people inspired you to quickly find your items and go.
one hour and two overpriced blind boxes later, you finally made it back to the car safely and in one piece. immediately, you set up your phone on the dashboard to record an unboxing video. there was a wide smile on your face as you hit record and giddily showed the camera the shopping bag that contained two matching blind boxes—one for you and one for katsuki that you had bought as a peace offering and apology for making him drive and suffer the tsunami of people in the busy shopping center.
you paused briefly as katsuki settled himself into the driver’s seat, hips shifting until he was relaxed and able to lean in to rest his elbow on the center console so that he was in frame. it wasn’t long before he opted to cross his arms over his broad chest and quirking an eyebrow in your direction as if to ask what the hell you were doing.
he listened to you ramble on and on about how you were so over the moon because the store had had the exact brand and series you were looking for. you were all smiles and excited giggles whereas your boyfriend—unbeknownst to you in the moment—had been discreetly flipping off the camera, pink tongue poking out of his stupid shit eating grin because he knew you were oblivious to it all.
“we drove forty five minutes for this crap, by the way.” bakugou cut in with a huff. the expression quickly faded though when you offered him one of the blind boxes with a dopey grin on your lips. you watched as his eyebrows furrowed at your offering, yet he took it without question. albeit a bit hesitantly, but your offer was accepted nonetheless. a quizzical look made its way onto his face as he examined the characters on the box; and it wasn’t even a second after when he was already tearing at the cardboard tab with his teeth like an animal, spewing it out with a cocky grin on his lips.
your hand immediately flew to gently clutch his wrist. “wait! you’re supposed to tell us which ones you want first!” the sudden touch stopped him dead in his tracks, the sealed pouch falling back into the box with a rustled plop. his red eyes watched you from beneath his lashes, the look enough to cause your fingers to slip off his wrist and your cheeks to flush warm.
he exhaled loudly as though you were asking him for a tedious favor. the box shifted carefully in his hands, and you watched as he examined the choices, weighing out his options thoroughly.
“where’re all the good options?” he scoffed finally, eyebrows creasing in thought as he continuously scanned down the row of choices, flipping the box over again and again as though there were other hidden choices printed on the box. “uhm, this one, i guess.” he shoved the box at the camera, pointing at his final decision.
bakugou sat back when you started to ramble about your thought process to the camera—which ones you liked, which ones you wouldn’t like, as well as other tidbits and opinions. all the while, katsuki had his head tilted back against the headrest, a look of feign boredom evident on his features. he had even made it a point during your rant to slowly drag a hand down his face in mock pain.
“okay, okay, let’s open them together on the count of three!” you beamed as your fingers quickly ripped the tab to reveal the plastic pouch that contained your prize. “one, two, three!” you closed your eyes as you popped the bag open, reaching in to fish out your surprise plushie. a soft hum of excitement slipped past your lips as your hands blindly tried to figure out which option you had pulled.
there was a moment of silence as you took in the plush you were holding up. your brows furrowed, lips immediately pouting at the little creature you were holding up. “aw, what?!” you groaned as you held up the one option you didn’t want.
next to you, bakugou was choking back laughter as he held up his own plush—his plush that just so happened to be your top pick.
he watched as you visibly deflated in your seat, sliding down in exaggerated sadness until you were out of frame and he continued to laugh at your misery. with how dramatic you were, he was practically able to see the little rain cloud forming over your head. the pout never once left your lips as you continued to stare meekly at the ugly little thing.
there was a beat of silence as you marinated in your disappointment, yet in that moment, the camera was able to capture katsuki rolling his eyes before nonchalantly shoving his plush in your hands and trading it for yours.
“tch, and don’t say i never do nice shit for you, idiot.” his hand reached over the center console to scruff your hair, only to then give your head a gentle, loving shove. all the while, his other hand was reaching over to cover the camera, his attempt only half successful as the recording still caught him leaning in to place a quick kiss on your forehead.
I LOVE ALL OF UR FFICS SOSOSO MUCHH OMGGG and with SO MANY PEOPLE USING AI THESE DAYS UR FFICS ARE VERY CUTE ESPECIALLY THE ONES FOR HUMIN I LOVE HIM OMG IF I COULD ID CARRY HIM ON MY BACK EVERYWHERE ALL DAY I WOULD HES SO PERFECT
PLEASE WRITE MORE FOR HIM AND TYSM FOR UR CONTRIBUTIONS BECAUSE IT CLEARLY ISNT EASY TO WRITE SO GOOD LY MWAHH
I HOPE IM NOT ASKING FOR TOO MUCH BUT I LOVE HOW U WRITE BAKU AND SINCE IM CLEARLY OBSESSED WITH RYEOUN AS AN ACTOR (HES SO GOOD) PLS WRITE A ONESHOT FOR HUMIN , I DONT HAVE ANY SPECIFIC REQUESTS BUT IM SURE U ALREADY HAVE A GOOD IDEA FOR HIM, ANYWAYS ILYYYY
pls i hope u dont freak out ‘cause of my energy, im bipolar 💔
virtual angel
park humin (baku) x fem! reader (one shot) | whc 2 ★
pairing: park humin (baku) x fem! reader
wc: 3.4k
warnings: intended lowercase, mention of reader being homeschooled and shy
genre: romance, fluff, mutual pining, comedy
summary: one random day, baku stumbled across your profile while he was at the internet café with his friends, and despite your profile having nothing besides a pixelated angelic avatar, he started chatting with you. one day turned into multiple weeks of endless conversations, and soon enough, baku found himself falling for you, despite all the teasing from his friends.
author’s note: hi dear! your message is so sweet, i appreciate it so much you have no idea (˚ ˃̣̣̥⌓˂̣̣̥ )づ♡ i need to watch more stuff with ryeoun grah!! anyways, i hope you’re gonna enjoy this story just as much then bhaha. the initial idea i had for this was a bit different, but i really like how it turned out tbh — probably my favorite fic i’ve written for baku so far! it’s inspired by the song “less than three” by becky and that one episode of gravity falls called “soos and the real girl” lol. though baku’s bond with the reader is more similar to heedo and yurim from 25 21 if ykyk 🥹 anyways,, likes, comments and reblogs are highly appreciated, tysm ദ്ദി(ᵔᗜᵔ) !!
juntae practically kicked open the door of the internet café, eyes sparkling with excitement.
“come on, it’ll be fun!” he insisted for the fifteenth time that afternoon, dragging gotak by the sleeve and waving for baku to hurry up.
baku just blinked at the rows of computers illuminated by neon lights.
“…this looks like a place where only losers hangout. no offense!” he whispered loudly.
gotak elbowed him. “shut up, it’s kinda cool.”
“you two act like you’ve never touched a computer,” juntae sighed, pushing his glasses up “just sit down. i already paid for three hours.”
three hours.
baku muttered something foul under his breath.
and of course — si-eun wasn’t with them.
he had strategically bailed twenty minutes earlier with a perfectly timed excuse “i’m going to see suho at the hospital.”
gotak and baku had to shut up immediately, because how were they going to say no to that?
so now it was just the three of them — two skeptics, and juntae vibrating in this place like a caffeinated moth.
they sat down, put on the uncomfortable café headsets, and clicked into their first game.
at first, gotak squinted at the screen like it was written in ancient greek.
“why’s this guy not moving?” he grumbled.
“you’re pressing the wrong keys,” juntae laughed “here—WASD. these ones. not… whatever you were doing.”
“i was doing that!”
“you were hitting caps lock.”
but then something in gotak clicked — his competitive streak lit up like a bonfire.
“MOVE—MOVE FASTER—JUNTAE HE’S ON MY TAIL—WHAT DO I PRESS TO THROW THE GRENADE?!”
“GOTAK, CALM DOWN—NO, NOT THAT—!”
“TAKE THAT, YOU NPC LOSER!”
juntae’s entire face lit up.
“YES! that’s it! THAT’S IT! GOTAK YOU’RE ACTUALLY GOOD AT THIS!”
they high-fived so hard the people at the next row jumped.
meanwhile, baku…
lost. every round. within ten seconds.
every. single. time.
baku slammed his mouse on the desk.
“okay, i’m telling you this game is rigged.”
“you just suck.” gotak snorted.
“you wanna say that again?” baku snapped, half-laughing, half-offended.
“you suck so much it’s impressive.”
“i’m gonna choke you.”
“shut up you two,” juntae giggled “baku, just—just give it a break. maybe… maybe gaming’s not your thing.”
“no shit,” baku muttered, stretching his hands “you two keep screaming together. i’m gonna… i dunno. look stuff up.”
“what stuff?” gotak asked.
“internet stuff!”
“that sounds suspicious…” juntae whispered.
“that is suspicious.” gotak agreed.
baku ignored them, clicking around his screen lazily. online forums, chat rooms, random games he instantly died in. boredom crept in fast.
then he clicked into a small chat server with soft pastel colors and cute pixel art.
the user list was basically empty.
except for one profile.
virtualangel₊˚✧
that profile had an avatar with a pixelated halo and two white wings, without any further details, no face, nothing.
just an angel made of glowing squares.
baku raised a brow.
“…kinda cute though.”
he hovered over the chat box.
the user was online — the little green dot blinking softly.
after a moment, he typed:
baku: uh… hi?
three dots appeared almost immediately.
and then the person behind the angelic avatar actually texted back.
baku slumped deeper into the computer chair with a newfound excitement, tapping his fingers on the desk before typing again.
baku: so uh. yeah. my friends ditched me to go scream at pixels
baku: i’ve got nothing to do for like… three hours
baku: wanna chat?
virtualangel₊˚✧: sure!
virtualangel₊˚✧: are your friends the reason you’re here?
baku snorted.
baku: yeah they’re idiots
baku: well, not si-eun, he’s like… smart as hell, scary smart
baku: gotak’s a meathead with a heart and juntae’s like a wet napkin but he tries
baku: they’re playing some game and screaming like toddlers rn
virtualangel₊˚✧: sounds… loud lol
baku: u have NO idea
you sent a little pixel gif of a laughing angel in response. baku stared at it for a moment, then grinned without meaning to.
virtualangel₊˚✧: so what do you do? besides dealing with them
baku cracked his knuckles dramatically.
baku: i’m park humin, but people call me baku!
baku: basketball team at eunjang high :D
baku: i’m kinda amazing at it ngl
baku: what about you?
he didn’t hesitate at all. as if giving a stranger his school, sport, and full name was completely normal.
virtualangel₊˚✧: you’re very confident haha
virtualangel₊˚✧: it’s… cute
baku nearly choked on his own spit.
baku: CUTE?? WHO??? ME???
baku: WAIT HOLD ON
baku: sorry
baku: okay ignore that
baku: what was the question??
and just like that minutes of chatting turned into hours.
he literally told you everything about himself.
stuff that normally would take him months to admit.
but with you — a faceless pixelated girl — he just talked.
about basketball.
about his friends.
about his dad’s restaurant.
about how he always gets into trouble because he can’t shut up when something’s unfair.
you kept asking small, careful questions, being genuinely interested in him.
virtualangel₊˚✧: what position do you play?
virtualangel₊˚✧: are your friends important to you?
virtualangel₊˚✧: do you like spending time with them, even if they’re loud?
and baku, sweet and reckless, answered every single one without a flicker of suspicion.
baku: power forward. i’m tall as hell! (181cm btw)
baku: and yeah ofc they’re important, they’re like… my people, yk?
baku: even when they’re annoying. which is always lolol
three hours later the café timer beeped.
gotak stretched his arms over his head.
“okay, i’m done! juntae, that was actually kinda fun.”
juntae practically sparkled. “i told you gaming is fun!”
baku didn’t move.
he didn’t blink.
he just continued typing.
baku: wait
baku: don’t go yet
baku: i still wanna talk
baku: hold on i can stay longer
juntae blinked, when he saw that baku was still seated, and didn’t exactly look like he was planning on standing up “…huh?”
gotak leaned over to see baku’s screen.
purchase additional hour?
— 5,000 won
he slapped baku on the back of the head so hard the headset almost flew off.
“ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR MIND? we’re LEAVING.”
“ow—HEY!” baku clutched his head “i’m BUSY!”
“busy with WHAT?” gotak squinted at the pastel chat window “you’re talking to some… what is that? an angel emoji??”
“it’s not just an emoji!” baku barked, shielding the screen with his arms like a raccoon protecting its snacks “it’s— look, i dunno, okay?! my gut’s telling me that the person behind that angel is my soulmate!”
gotak stared.
“…your gut is stupid.”
“no it’s NOT. my gut is NEVER WRONG,” baku insisted loudly “it’s actually saying she’s a cute girl. like really cute. i can feel it.”
juntae nearly choked on his own breath “you deducted this from a pixelated avatar?!”
“YES.”
“you’re insane.” gotak declared.
baku clicked purchase without hesitation.
“well, insane or not, i’m staying.” he crossed his arms, chin lifted proudly.
“go home without me if you want. i’ve got… stuff to do.”
gotak groaned.
juntae sighed.
but they left him to it.
and baku, cheeks warm, heart pounding for reasons he absolutely refused to examine, came back to you.
baku: sorry abt that
baku: had to deal with idiots
baku: anyway
baku: you still here?
the green dot shimmered.
virtualangel₊˚✧: of course
virtualangel₊˚✧: i was waiting <3
baku grinned, wide and hopeless.
yeah.
he was falling.
and just like that… it became your thing.
every day after school, baku would practically run to the internet café, dump his backpack on the floor, and slam into the same creaky computer chair like it was a portal to heaven.
he’d log in.
hold his breath.
and wait for his pixelated angel to light up green.
and when it did?
his whole heart would melt.
everyday you started with a simple:
virtualangel₊˚✧: hi baku
virtualangel₊˚✧: rough day?
and he’d immediately type paragraphs.
you listened to everything — literally everything.
when his dad got drunk again and the restaurant felt like a landmine, you stayed.
when he complained about practice because gotak elbowed him in the ribs too hard, you sent a meme about dramatic basketball deaths.
when he spelled “restaurant” like “restorunt” four times in a row, you didn’t laugh — you just gently autocorrected him.
and he loved it.
every second.
every word.
every little heart you sent.
however, at school he turned into a complete mushy idiot about it.
his notebook margins were filled with doodles: little angels with pixel halos, your username scribbled in bubble letters, tiny wings next to hearts. he’d stare at them and smile stupid, like a true idiot in love.
that’s when gotak caught him.
“hey,” gotak leaned over baku’s shoulder, eyes narrowing at the doodle of a tiny angel blowing a kiss “what the hell is this?”
baku immediately slammed the notebook shut “NOTHING.”
“oh my god,” gotak groaned “you’re still talking to that internet girl, aren’t you?”
“yeah,” baku puffed out his chest proudly “she’s my angel.”
“angel?! baku, what if she’s not a cute girl? what if she’s a forty-year-old dude living in a basement trying to scam you for money?”
baku didn’t even blink.
“my gut says she’s cute.”
“your gut also said you could dunk from the free-throw line! you landed on your face!”
baku glared “that floor was SLIPPERY and you KNOW IT.”
gotak pinched the bridge of his nose “listen. you don’t KNOW who you’re talking to. what if this ‘virtual angel’ is like… a professional scammer? or a catfish? or someone who hates basketball???”
baku stood up with dramatic conviction, slamming one hand on the desk “go hyuntak! you just don’t understand TRUE LOVE.”
“true what—?”
“LOVE!” baku declared, pointing to the sky like he was calling upon some divine power “my angel believes in me. she sends me memes. she says goodnight every day. she even listens when i rant about how you stole my dumbbells.”
“you left them at my house—”
“THAT’S NOT THE POINT.”
gotak just stared at him.
“baku. please. for the love of god. do not fall in love with a bunch of pixels.”
too late.
way too late.
baku tucked his notebook under his arm, cheeks warm.
“you’re just jealous ’cause nobody online calls YOU cute.”
gotak opened his mouth.
then closed it.
then punched baku’s shoulder.
baku didn’t care.
because later that day, he got to talk to you again and that’s all that mattered.
virtualangel₊˚✧: i’m here, baku! <3
virtualangel₊˚✧: did you miss me?
and baku typed back with a grin he couldn’t hide.
baku: yeah
baku: a lot actually
he was hopeless when it came to you.
however, what baku didn’t know — what he couldn’t know — was that on the other side of the screen… you were just as excited.
every time your screen blinked with that notification from baku that said a simple enthusiastic hey!, your heart jumped in your chest.
you’d sit cross-legged on your bed, laptop warm against your legs, trying to calm yourself down before answering so you didn’t look too eager (you always failed).
you didn’t have many chances to meet people in real life. not when you were homeschooled, and your circle of friends could fit on one hand.
so the internet became your tiny quiet safe space.
a place where you could actually breathe, without worrying about anything.
and then this boy showed up — this loud, dramatic, stupidly sweet boy who texted exactly how he felt at any given moment without thinking twice.
he wore his heart on his sleeve so openly that sometimes you wanted to reach through the screen and gently tuck it back into his chest before someone stepped on it.
he was lucky you weren’t a creep though.
but that vulnerability of his… it also made you like him. a lot.
every “you ok??”
every “i misspelled ‘basketball’, don’t laugh”
every rant about gotak stealing his food again…
you found yourself smiling at the screen like an idiot.
and then, came one fateful night.
baku typed slower than usual — he was hesitating, even overthinking a little bit — which was nothing like him at all.
baku: hey uh
baku: can i ask u smth kinda big
baku: its ok if u say no
virtualangel₊˚✧: go ahead
virtualangel₊˚✧: what is it?
baku: do u wanna meet irl?
baku: like actually
baku: id really like to see you… but only if u want to
baku: i promise im not weird or anything i just
baku: i think i really wanna know you for real
you froze.
your heart beat so loud you could hear it in your ears.
meet him.
in person.
you panicked at first.
what if he saw you and thought you weren’t pretty?what if you were nothing like the girl he imagined behind that pixelated angelic avatar? what if he regretted it the moment he’d laid eyes on you?
your fingers hovered over the keyboard.
but then you remembered the way he always told you when he was scared.
how he never hid things.
how he trusted you with things he never told anyone else.
and somehow…
that gave you courage.
virtualangel₊˚✧: i’d like to meet you too
virtualangel₊˚✧: really
baku: OMG
baku: omg okay okay okay when where how
you smiled, cheeks warm.
after a moment of thought, you typed:
virtualangel₊˚✧: meet me by the han river
virtualangel₊˚✧: the small footbridge near the convenience store
virtualangel₊˚✧: i’ll be there at 3
virtualangel₊˚✧: i’ll hold a red rose
virtualangel₊˚✧: so you can find me
baku didn’t answer for a full ten seconds.
you wondered if he fainted.
then the flood came.
baku: A RED ROSE??
baku: LIKE IN MOVIES??
baku: OMG OK
baku: I WILL BE THERE
baku: I WILL BE THERE 30 MINUTES EARLY
baku: NO AN HOUR
baku: I’LL WAIT AS LONG AS IT TAKES
baku: OK OK OK IM GONNA GO PICK AN OUTFIT BYE
you laughed into your palms.
he was excited like a little kid on christmas morning, and somehow, that made your anxiety soften a little.
you closed your laptop and hugged your pillow, heart fluttering.
tomorrow, you would finally meet him.
and god…
you really hoped he’d still smile at you the same way he typed.
the next day you wore the prettiest outfit you owned.
the one you saved for moments that were supposed to be the most special of your life.
and now that it was actually on your body, you immediately started overthinking.
were you trying too hard?
did this look like you were expecting a date?
you two weren’t even… dating.
not technically.
not officially.
you stared at your reflection before leaving, hating how your brain wouldn’t just shut up for once.
you took a deep breath, then another, trying to steady yourself before stepping outside.
the han river looked soft in the afternoon light when you arrived. the water was quiet, the breeze was gentle.
your fingers tightened around the single red rose, as you kept your eyes pinned to the ground.
maybe it wasn’t too late.
maybe you could still turn around and go home.
text him something like sorry emergency came up!
crawl back into bed and pretend none of this ever—
except, it in fact, it was too late.
because across the bridge, someone yelled like the world had just cracked open.
“MY ANGEL— IT’S YOU!!”
you jolted, looking up.
baku was practically sprinting towards you, waving both arms in the air like a man who had just won a lottery. the grin on his face was so big it looked like it hurt.
you panicked and waved back, shy, small, awkward, the complete opposite of him. but he didn’t seem to mind at all.
in a few big, eager strides, he reached you, a little breathless, cheeks flushed from running. and… you had to admit, he looked like he’d put in effort too. his hair styled, clothes neat, the faintest cologne clinging to the air around him.
he stopped right in front of you, eyes going wide.
“oh my god,” he blurted out, no filter whatsoever “you’re so pretty!!”
your face heated instantly.
“gotak is gonna be fuming— he bet with juntae that you’d either bail on me or that you were secretly an old man.”
baku puffed out his chest, hands on his hips like a hero returning from battle, then leaned in, voice dropping.
“i told them my angel is real,” he whispered “but even i didn’t expect you to be this… wow.”
you tightened your grip on the rose, trying not to melt on the spot.
because god. he really was exactly the boy you’d been talking to all this time.
loud, bright, genuine.
a little too gullible.
and most importantly — he was perfect for you.
baku rocked back and forth on his heels, but when he realized just how long he’s staring, he straightened up, cleared his throat, and tried to act cool.
“so, uh—” he rubbed the back of his neck, gaze flicking between your face and the rose in your hand “do you… maybe wanna… go somewhere?”
you blinked.
“somewhere?”
he nodded quickly, words tumbling out in a rush “yeah! like— a café? or the cinema? or we can walk by the river if you want, i don’t know— whatever you like! i mean— i mean i just wanna hang out with you— not hang out, like— like, spend time and—”
he shut his mouth, eyes widening in horror at himself.
“okaywaitno— okay— listen—” he held both hands up as if trying to physically stop his own brain “no girl has ever agreed to go on a date with me before so i’m kinda— i’m kinda messing this up—”
you felt your heart skip.
“a… date?” you echoed quietly.
baku froze.
“NO— I MEAN YES— I MEAN—” his face went red so fast it could’ve been a heat lamp “i mean— only if you— like— want it to be a date? because i’d really— REALLY— like for it to be one, actually, i mean i’ve been hoping but— but if that’s weird we can just call it hanging out or— or— i dunno—”
you didn’t mean to laugh. it just slipped out. your giggle soft and sweet.
his entire soul left his body.
baku stared at you like he’d just witnessed a miracle. his ears went pink. then the blush climbed to his cheeks. then his neck. that man was gone.
“i… i’d like for it to be a date too,” you admitted “i was wondering the same thing.”
baku’s jaw dropped.
then he made this tiny strangled noise — half gasp, half squeak — and slapped a hand over his heart like he needed to physically hold himself together.
“oh my god,” he whispered, eyes sparkling “i think i’m gonna die.”
you giggled again at his dramatic antics.
he blushed even harder.
and just like that baku was absolutely, irreversibly, head-over-heels for you.
BONUS ໒꒱:
at a small restaurant just across the street from your and baku’s meeting spot, two familiar silhouettes lurked behind the window like the world’s least subtle spies.
“there she is!” juntae whispered.
gotak squinted “that’s really her? that’s… like an actual girl?”
juntae didn’t glance at gotak, as he continued to observe the scene in front of him. “mm-hmm.”
“and she’s not eighty.”
“nope.”
“and she’s not a scammer.”
“apparently not.”
gotak stared harder, then let out the world’s most defeated groan. slowly, painfully, he reached into his pocket and slapped a crumpled bill into juntae’s waiting palm.
“i can’t believe this,” gotak muttered “i really thought she’d bail… or be some forty-year-old ahjussi in a hoodie…”
juntae folded the bill neatly, smiling a little “i’m glad he didn’t get catfished… they look cute together.”
gotak grumbled something that sounded halfway between a curse and a compliment
“she’s too pretty for a dumbass like baku,” he mumbled, arms crossed “he’s gonna pass out any second…”
as if on cue, baku, across the street, tried to hold your hand.
tried.
his fingers brushed yours, then he panicked, snatched his hand back, panicked again, and then finally managed to lace his fingers with yours on the third attempt, practically vibrating with joy.
you laughed softly, and he lit up like a firework.
gotak’s expression softened despite himself.
“…okay, fine,” he admitted under his breath “they are kinda cute together.”
juntae elbowed him gently “you’re happy for him.”
“shut up.”
juntae smiled, eyes warm as he watched the two of you walk away — baku grinning like he’d won the lottery, and you blushing shyly beside him.
fin.
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“i’d let the world burn for you” // WEAK HERO CLASS 1 & 2 x READER HEADCANONS ₊˚⊹౨ৎ ₊˚⊹
𓏲ּ𝄢 note: collab with the one and only @heartshapesandcigarettes <3!! thank you for passing down one of your requests to me ly 🍀
𓏲ּ𝄢 theme: whc boys who i think would be willing to do anything for you (also i’m sorry if this is not what you wanted but they’re just highschoolers and considering the intensity of the lyrics, this was the closest i could get)
𓏲ּ𝄢 characters included: yeon sieun / oh beomseok / kang wooyoung / park humin / geum seongje / na baekjin
⋆˚꩜。 yeon sieun
— never even cared about relationships and deadass never thought about love before because he simply believed that his ‘academics will take him a long way, love won’t’
—well that was until he met you
—if you think that he respected his own boundaries and self respect the most, you have no idea what’s in store for you
—he will absolutely trash anyone who tries to put you down and wouldn’t even care if he got in trouble with the school and his parents (i’m betting 100 dollars that he’s always bruised)
—people who don’t know you usually don’t talk to you when he’s around and often try to approach you carefully
—scary dog privileges
—you can swear that this boy has major anger issues and people trigger him SO often but he calms down whenever you try to sweet talk him. well atleast you thought so, he holds grudges and will put up a front infront of you making you think that he doesn’t even care anymore but he is absolutely SEETHING inside
—knows that some things aren’t meant to be taken personally but he really hates when the glint in your eyes flickers even a bit because of what someone else did or said
—we all know how protective he is of his friends, so you can probably imagine what lengths he would go for you
—tries to hold himself back if you manage to convince him that it wasn’t that big of a deal
—sometimes takes a hit on purpose, he loves whenever you bandage him up because he gets to see you so focused on him up close
—absolutely smitten by you and suho thinks its the funniest thing ever (still helps you out if sieun gets too agressive tho)
⋆˚꩜。 oh beomseok
—he wasn’t at his best when you started dating him so he quickly became very attached to you and genuinely panicks when you even joke about leaving him
—you saw how sad that made him so you made sure to never joke about anything like that ever again
—he tries to buy you everything to the point that you have to physically stop him and tell him that his value does not equate to the amount of money he spends on you
—still buys you everything though, this guy never listens so you just have to resell the items you don’t need most of the time and keep the money so you can give it to him later if he ever runs short on it
—will never let you spend your money or do anything yourself actually
—posts you on his Instagram so often that his account just looks like a fanpage atp (said something along the lines of ‘i need everyone to know that you’re mine’)
—public account btw
—so possesive, he HATES when you talk to any guy but him
—you know anger isn’t good for his mental health so you try to stay away from guys, its not like boys are any good anyways and you know that he only has eyes for you so the least you can do is cut off other men for him
—pays for bodyguards but you never let them last though
—you know he won’t listen to you if you say that you don’t need protection so you lie that the bodyguard tried to flirt with you and he IMMEDIATELY dismisses them (always works btw)
⋆˚꩜。 kang wooyoung
—VIOLENCE
—VIOLENCE IS ALWAYS THE ANSWER
—if he gets even as much as a hint that you’re sad because of someone you can bet that you’re getting a video message from him in which he’s beating up said person
—whenever you two are together in a private place he makes you rewatch those videos and laughs about it
—you thought it was funny the first few times but now you’re genuinely concerned but he tells you not to worry so much and that he’d handle it
—you aren’t particularly worried about the other person, you’re worried about him because you’d never want him to get in trouble because of you so you keep in mind that you never mention anyone unimportant infront of him
—everybody knows that you’re his because of the videos he records for you that go viral so very often (specially among boys)
—its embarassing sometimes but you love him and are grateful that you have a boyfriend who cares so much
—if you get mad at him for going too far, he tries to make it up to you with dates and kisses <3
⋆˚꩜。 park humin
—he hates violence
—will try to reason with the person who hurt you and try to get them to apologise but if his words won’t work, force sure as hell will
—SWORE on his life that he’ll never teach anyone how to fight ever again but he knows that he cannot be by your side 24/7, disappointingly so, thats why he tries to get you to learn basic self defence just incase
—eunjang is really greatful for him and if someone sees you in trouble they will try to help you without thinking twice (he definitely didn’t tell them to ahaha)
—always tries to blame himself if you ever get hurt and mentions how ‘he should’ve been there’
—at first you thought that he wasn’t serious about you because he’s well known for being smitten by every woman he sees but he is really loyal and expects the same from you
—becomes surprisingly obsessed with you and would do ANYTHING for you no matter if its as impossible as bringing down literal stars from the sky just to see you smile
—because he’s so very emotionally intelligent he can instantly tell whenever something’s wrong and almost always sweet talks you into revealing why you’re sad
—if he’s the one who made you sad he will never forgive himself no matter how many times you say it’s fine and will vow to never do it again
—always late everywhere because you’re obviously more important than anyone else and he will die before making you wait for him
—when you told him that not all guys treat women like he does, he was genuinely baffled because he cannot wrap his head around the fact that there are men that are pathetic enough to treat women like they’re nothing
⋆˚꩜。 geum seongje
—can and will go to jail if he has to (baekjin bails him out everytime, poor boy is TIRED)
—your parents always ask you when you’re bringing him home but you always have to make up some excuse because, for the love of god, he cannot hide how obsessed he is with you
—but when he does come over, your parents get along with him so well that even you’re scared
—you jokingly said that you’d break up with him if he didn’t stop getting into trouble and he got so serious that he almost left the union and got into a fight with baekjin that you later scolded him for
—you always see cigarette burns on everyone that has ever tried to mess with you
—when you ask him about it, he acts so clueless but you can tell that it was definitely him
—even quit smoking when you told him that you feel nauseous and refused to kiss him because he reeked of cigarettes
⋆˚꩜。 na baekjin
—never gets his own hands dirty because one, you don’t like it and two, its just wasted time that he could’ve spent with you instead
—can and will kill for you, god bless that no one messes with you in the first place or you’d just get sad thinking about what baekjin will do to them
—he has almost all of the schools under his control so no one even tries to touch you because i personally dont think that anyone in their right mind would try to get themselves killed
—you feel so grateful because you can roam the streets freely anytime you want but when the situation goes out of hand you have to go into hiding because you’re always a major blackmailing factor if someone got their hands on you somehow
—when you first started dating, he used to call you over at the base but always spent most of his time studying, so out of boredom you used to go bowling with the union members
—he absolutely hated that and got so jealous that he took more time out for you just so you’d start playing with him instead (he’s very bad at it btw but he doesn’t care when you laugh at him because he absolutely loves the sound of your laughter)
—your parents instantly approve of him btw
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okay having a few days to process all of weak hero here to give some small thoughts
on its own season 2 isn't better than season 1, but as a followup to season 1 it gave me everything i could have asked for. and i think i enjoyed it even more than season 1 because we were already so attached to sieun. maybe there is a bit of recency bias speaking there but i am genuinely so obsessed with it. i've watched season 1 so many times (seriously too many times) and to finally have the next part of the story just makes me so giddy.
the flashbacks and scenes with beomseok especially were so hard hitting and my favourite part of season 2. if they hadn't included those parts exploring how the ending of s1 was effecting sieun i don't think i would've liked the season as much. but it hit me so hard emotionally so now i can't help but be very attached to it. i also am a big sucker for the found family trope and s2 was truly a found family situation, so it obviously won me over incredibly easily.
it definitely could have benefitted by a few more eps to flesh out some of the characters we didn't get to know about enough (like hyuntak and even baku and baekjin's history more in depth). no villain is gonna hit as hard as beomseok's villain arc in season 1, but i think baekjin could have come closer to that if they had given more time for the viewer to get attached to baku and his character. i love baku and all the other new characters we got, but none of them will have my attachment quite like sieun or sooho.
there was just a lot going on in season 2, and a lot of drama to keep track of. it was fun and interesting, but it didn't have the slow, calm pace that season 1 had. it felt very different, not in a bad way, but just different.
and in my opinion, the ending was so perfect. i know some people are saying its a cliffhanger but like ?? its not ?? sieun and sooho reunited, there was closure. sure they didn't have a long conversation, but they didn't need to. it was all in the eyes and smiles. it was so perfectly them.
Hello hello!! I read the "whc boys being into you" with gotak and seongje and was wondering if maybe you could make a part 2 maybe with sieun and wooyoung (or if it comes off better for you,instead of wooyoung then maybe baekjin or baku)? You can ignore this if you want btw!! I just loved that sm and was wondering how the others would be aswell🥹 I love your works sm keep up the great work!🫶
⋆ WHC1&2︱HCS . SCENARIOS
🌿 whc boys being into you / whether they'd confess or not. pt.2 - around 4.6k words.
chars included ahn suho, park humin, kang wooyoung. the others will be in the next part.
cws gender neutral reader. some of this is lowkey unserious. kissing. slightly suggestive (wooyoung), this is my ideal world on which almost every man is lowkey down bad. not proof read. it's so late and im so tired if anything makes no sense ill fix it tomorrow
notes i was working on a part two anyway, so I added suho, since i already had that one finished. thank u sm btw ^_^ we don't know that much about wooyoung in the show, so i took the creative liberty and turned him into a down bad loser like i do with every man ^_^
" we're all trapped in a maze of relationships "
🌿 AHN SUHO !
⋆ suho hadn't paid much attention to you, the moment the two of you had first met.
⋆ neither had you, really. it wasn't love at first sight, nor was him entering your life for the first time also the moment you had become friends, but it was the beginning of..... well, something.
⋆ you worked at the same café as him. same place, same work attire, same tables to clean after costumers left them behind, not bothering to wipe away the coffee they had spilled prior.
it was all the same.
well, aside from the times at which you two worked.
⋆ you sometimes caught glimpses of him— when he left the staff room after getting his bag, or when he was still cleaning tables after his work hours were already over. nothing more than that. no words or looks exchanged other than a simple goodbye or an appreciative nod. 'thank you for cleaning that so I dont have to do it'. that type of stuff.
⋆ suho was undeniably attractive— quite a sight to look at— but there were lots of attractive guys in the world, so he really didn't stick out all that much. the toned arms and pretty face that you sometimes got to see a few seconds every once in a while were a nice addition to your payment, but it was easy to forget about them when the two of you weren't directly working with each other.
⋆ things changed around april.
your least favourite co - worker had gotten fired weeks prior— which you were rather cheerful about, even if you did not mention it.
it left more room for others to take on more hours.
suho, in your case.
⋆ while he was once someone you only saw in passing, he quickly became a presence at your shifts that you welcomed warmly, glad to finally have someone you actually got along with helping you out.
⋆ while it wasn't ideal to get distracted at work, the two of you quickly became friends— spending your breaks together, leaving the café together, all those things you couldn't have done with your old co - worker.
⋆ he was kind, albeit a bit silly sometimes.
suho was a confident person, someone who knew what he wanted. someone who was vocal about it, too, never shying away from saying things, even if they were uncomfortable for him or awkward. he was direct, but not in the way people were when they just tried to sugar coat insults. direct in a way that was still kind and made you want to be around him more.
⋆ while you hadn't noticed at first, you couldn't help but feel drawn towards him. the way he talked to you, how he always listened to what you had to say and made sure to be there for you whenever he could. even if it meant that he would have to sacrifice something of his own, he was always there.
⋆ suho was just as equally enamoured by you as you were by him, really.
⋆ while he had really needed the extra money of some additional shifts back in april, he had also... partly chosen them because he knew that you were working at that time.
he hadn't really talked to you before, but suho had a weakness for a pretty face, so it had been an easy decision to make. his intention hadn't even necessarily been falling in love with you— friendship would have been enough for him— but here he was now. absolutely whipped.
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the first time you had noticed the shift in your relationship with him, you had tried to brush it off as nothing. to act like it hadn't happened.
⋆ suho's flirting had felt like a joke at first— just two friends messing around— but after a while, even to you it had become obvious that it didn't stop at that. that the way he touched you and talked to you wasn't the same way he behaved around his friends.
his hands brushing against yours, suho leaning in a bit too close whenever you couldn't hear him and asked him to repeat himself. his hand on your back whenever he guided you through crowds, staying there a bit longer than necessary, even when you were already further away from all the people.
yeah. he was not being slick.
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the two of you were sitting on the rooftop of the building the café was in, your lunchbox next to you as you chewed on your food.
suho was doing the same, occasionally watching you when he thought you wouldn't notice.
it was rather windy today, suho's jacket wrapped around you, your hair falling in front of your eyes no matter how often you tried to brush it away.
" I want to kiss you so badly "
" huh!? "
your eyes widened as you coughed, almost choking on your food, trying to process what suho had just said.
" I want to kiss you, you know. ", he repeated, " like, on the lips and shit. because I like you "
yeah. you had understood that part. just not why this was suddenly being talked about.
it's not that you had anything against it— fuck, you'd do way crazier things with suho if he wanted to— but it had really come out of nowhere.
he was also being so painfully nonchalant about it, even if you could see that his cheeks had turned red.
" you're such an idiot, suho ", you laughed, still not entirely sure whether he was genuinely confessing his feelings for you or just testing the waters by brushing it off as a joke.
" I know ", he dragged out the last word, grinning at you as he tried to brush against few strands of your hair out of your face.
his hand rested on your cheek as he continued to speak:
" well, what do you say? "
you shook your head in disapproval, taking his hand to remove it from your cheek as you replied:
" this isn't very romantic of you, suho. I expected more, really "
you were joking about this, but really you only did so to drag out having to reply. you still weren't sure if he had really meant what he said.
you liked suho. god, it was almost embarrassing how badly you wanted him. but you weren't sure how ready you were for that commitment.
" oh? I can definitely make it more romantic at my place ", he winked, which earned him a punch on his shoulder from you.
he laughed for a few seconds, before his expression turned more serious again and you realised he was still waiting for you to either reject him or also confess your undying love for him.
you laughed awkwardly, taking a moment before responding.
" are you... are you being serious? "
you knew that suho wouldn't joke about a topic like this in the way he had just said it, but sometimes it was difficult to tell whether his flirting was genuine or just for fun.
the two of you were pretty close and it was definitely funny, but right now it just left you unsure.
" of course I'm being serious ", suho replied, almost sounding offended.
" why would I joke about you, idiot "
you punched him again, to which he only replied by rubbing his shoulder, which wasn't actually hurting that bad (he's had it worse). he still wanted to give you the impression of having made the achievement of making him feel pain.
" well, in that case..... ", you paused, even if just to annoy him, " I... I like you, too, suho "
suho grinned as if he had just won the lottery, leaning even closer towards your face.
" does that mean that we can kiss now? "
" you're so desperate, suho! ", you laughed, before shifting even closer towards him.
" but it's okay. I'm really cold anyway, you know. being close to you might warm me up a bit "
you'd be lying if you said you didn't want this just as badly.
" hmm, I can fix that ", suho said, his hand already resting on your cheek again as waited for your approval to lean in further.
the second you nodded, his lips were instantly on yours.
it was gentle at first, suho wanting to test the waters and see how far he could go.
it wasn't long until suho pulled you on top of his lap, wrapping his arms around you. the heat of his body instantly madw you feel warmer.
maybe it was also the warmth creeping up your cheeks or how hot your own body was feeling because of all this, but that didn't matter right now.
despite the excitement of sharing a kiss, it wasn't really an awkward thing for him to pull you this close. you two had always been touchy— suho sleeping in the same bed as you when he crashed at your apartment, you putting your legs over his when you were watching a movie on the couch.
this wasn't that new, but it still felt so different. to not have to hold back or have any restrictions now that the line between friendship and being into each other was finally crossed.
suho was the first to pull away, although he seemed rather sad about it. fuck his stupid job and having to get to work again, but it would be a bit embarrassing to get fired because he was too down bad to serve costumers and show up on time.
" you're going home with me later, right? ", he asked with a big grin on his face, giving you another kiss, his job already forgotten again.
🌿 PARK HUMIN !
the first time you met was.... far from ideal.
⋆ baku, at that time, had still been suspended from school, going on a walk to kill some time.
⋆ as he passed an alleyway, he heard you. cursing and yelling at some guy who had tried to steal your back, trying to keep him away from you.
⋆ baku instantly stepped in, punching the guy in the face, a proud grin on his face as the other got knocked out.
⋆ you were a bit shocked at first— how casual he was about this. he overall seemed a bit silly. the red hair, the outfit and those awful flip-flops.
⋆ he was cute, though. the way he brushed his hair out of his face, looking at the guy on the ground.
⋆ " I think we should maybe leave ", were the first words he said to you, gesturing back towards the street and out of the alleyway.
⋆ he paid for your coffee that day, claiming that he was being so generous since you must still be processing the shock of what had just happened.
⋆ even when the two of you are dating, he won't admit that his main reason for paying was because he found you cute and wanted to look at you a bit longer.
⋆ the two of you talked a bit, both enjoying each other's company a lot.
baku was definitely enjoying it a lot to talk to someone as cute as you. maybe it made him seem desperate, but he was undeniably whipped from the first minute on. head over heels, in love, making heart eyes. it was really obvious, but you didn't call him out on it, kind of liking the attention you got out of it.
⋆ you two stood in front of the café after you finished your drinks, looking at baku expectantly, who obviously wanted to say something.
" you know... you could, like, totally give me your number, just in case anything happens again. just so someone's there "
⋆ if it hadn't already been obvious that he had some ulterior motives with the suggestion, the big grin on his face really did give it away.
he was absolutely desperate for your number and to stay in touch with you after this. this was an opportunity he just couldn't let slide. he was also, in some weird way, charismatic enough to you for you to let it slide.
he didn't meet someone like you every day, and he was already way too down bad to think twice about how he could even possibly step up his dating game and get you to fall for him.
⋆ baku treats trying to win you over like some heroic battle he has to win. like there is competition. people that might also want the honour of being able to call themselves your partner.
⋆ he already had your heart anyway.
the two of you had met more and more after the bag incident, and you fell for him embarrassingly quick.
⋆ he did actually start teaching you how to defend yourself. he swore he would never do anything like that again, but he trusted you enough to do it. and he got to be close to you that way.
⋆ baku loves physical touch. he's all over his friends at all times, but he's scared of making you uncomfortable and ruining the tiny chance he might have with you, in case he makes you uncomfortable with how overbearing he can be. he stayed away from hugging you too much or putting his arm around your shoulder until you told him that it's okay.
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baku had been teaching you how to defend yourself for quite a while now.
he didn't really expect anything in return, but you had quickly offered to help him with school after finding out that he.. wasn't necessarily the best at it.
baku was fun to work with— he genuinely tried his best to understand what you were trying to explain to him, although he had the tendency to zone out and focus more on your face, rather than the topics at hand.
he still believed that it wasn't that obvious how he felt for you, even if all of his friends had told him countless of times before that it was actually embarrassing how desperate he was for you. 'genuinely pathetic and sad to watch', to put it in gotak's words. ouch. harsh.
he watched you flip through the pages of one of his books, lost in thought as you read through some of the texts.
baku had no idea what they were about— he usually at least tried to read some of them before showing up at your place, but today he hadn't been able to concentrate on anything.
his already poor attention span was bad enough on its own. thinking about you made it even worse. but being as 'locked in' as he wanted to be was actually impossible whole you were wearing his clothes.
you had taken the hoodie with you after walking through the rain to his place a while ago, baku urging you to quickly change your clothes so you wouldn't get sick. and also partly maybe definitely because he wanted to see you in his clothes. breathtaking sight, by the way.
you closed the book again, one of your fingers stuck between the pages so you could find the one you needed again.
" okay, I'm ready now! ", you said, smiling at baku.
wow. he really would not be getting anything done today.
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yeaaaaaaaaah. not a bit of work done.
you had quickly realised that baku was not feeling it today, too distracted to actually understand anything you were telling him.
but how you ended up on top of him and tickling him was a mystery.
maybe it was to get him out of his thoughts, maybe it was because you simply liked being on top of him. baku also seemed to kind of be into being under you, so both of you were benefiting from this totally platonic showcase of your friendship.
both of you were giggling, any school books long forgotten as baku poked your side, making you fall off him and onto the bed.
" fuck you, baku! "
he just laughed, his arms resting on both sides of your head as he was now holding himself above you, cheeks red. which came from exhaustion, of course. all that tickling obviously got him tired. even athletes went through that sometimes! his stamina had its limits after all.
it really was starting to get rather difficult to justify any of this and still call it platonic, while he was looking at you like you were the most beautiful thing you had ever seen.
you brushed a strand of his hair behind his ear, both of you silent, basking in the moment.
he was so close, making you able to get a good look on his features. you felt like he just became more and more handsome, every time you looked at him.
you glanced at his lips, instantly giving yourself and your thoughts away.
baku had been observing you just as intensely as you had him, making you unable to hide any of your staring.
he let out an amused huff, a wide grin on his face as if he had finally connected the dots.
said dots had always been rather easy to connect— you liked him and wanted to kiss him, which was obvious to anyone willing to see it— but baku had wanted to wait until he was really sure that he could actually make a first move.
well, it wasn't really a first move. the two of you had been moving in silence for a while now. but, like, now his move was going to be official. said out loud.
" I think it would be really cool if we, like, you know.... I dont know...... kissed? "
you laughed at his wording, nodding as you already pulled him slightly closer.
" I also think that would be really cool. what a coincidence. "
" maybe we should try it", he said, still grinning. he took in your face before leaning in, his nose against yours. the closeness made both of you laugh again, but you didn't pull away.
baku's lips were brushing yours now, as if he was still unsure whether he was actually allowed to do this or not. that maybe he was dreaming— seeing things just because he wanted them that much.
growing impatient, you didn't wait for him any longer, your hand on the back of his head as you fully pulled him in, a gasp escaping baku's mouth as your lips crashed together.
you wrapped both of your arms around his neck, trying to get him even closer than he already was.
baku grinned at how greedy you were being, but he really wasn't any better.
the moment the two of you broke apart and he had caught his breath again, his lips were already on yours again, eager to regain the sensation of kissing you.
hell yeah. this was awesome.
🌿 KANG WOOYOUNG !
annoying about it.
⋆ wooyoung is genuinely insufferable about liking someone, especially when it comes to you.
⋆ he's used to people not talking back at him, usually just doing whatever he says and whenever he requests it.
it was quite shocking when you didn't just obey what he had to say, but he likes the challenge. he loved the idea of finally getting you to shut up and not know what to say for once.
⋆ he kept teasing you. it was like that typical thing they tell kids to justify others being mean to them— if a boy teases you, he likes you. wooyoung just had the tendency to be so over the top with it.
⋆ sometimes it was funny, but at other times, it just became obvious how much others has let slide in the past. he lacks any awareness of what he can and cannot say to people.
wooyoung doesn't know when it's enough, sometimes being genuinely hurtful without realising that you didn't find it quite as funny as he did.
⋆ it was one of the reasons why you talked back that much. to make him aware of how much of a bitch he could be.
⋆ he doesn't really get it. it just makes him like you even more.
⋆ he didn't realise that he genuinely likes you, he just knew that he was really into the way you behaved. wooyoung didn't equal something he viewed as simple sexual attraction with having a crush on someone, even if his liking towards you went way further than just physical desires.
⋆ he was fighting the crush allegations until it really couldn't be denied anymore— all his friends had asked about it. had brought up how much time he was spending with you. it often resulted in wooyoung having a go at them.
⋆ his behaviour does NOT change at all after he finally accepts his stupid crush. if anything, he just gets worse.
while his teasing was usually just... well, annoying teasing in order to get a reaction out of it, it becomes more obvious that he's really just down bad for you, trying his best to just get you to maaaybe let him hit. or whatever. he always claims he doesn't actually care, whenever any of his friends become witness to one of his failed attempts at getting in your pants.
" I don't think you dick is big enough for you to be saying things like that "
" oh, I think it's quite the opposite. want visual evidence?"
" .... no...? "
⋆ roads have to go down before they go up again, so of course there's no love confession without the two of you getting into another pointless fight before.
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" why do you always have to be such a bitch about everything, wooyoung?! "
there really had to be something genuinely, deeply wrong with kang wooyoung.
you didn't know why he was constantly dick riding himself or why he kept being like this towards you, but you were convinced that something up there was sending some very wrong signals to his brain, whenever he talked to you.
wooyoung opened his mouth, a malicious grin already on his face.
nevermind. you've really had enough this time.
" fuck off! you know what? don't even start, I'm actually so sick of you "
he laughed in response, shaking his head.
" oh, come on! it wasn't that bad "
yes. yes, it hadn't been that bad. wooyoung was right with that. but it was the fact that recently he could not go a minute without being such an asshole towards you.
it hurt. it really did.
what hurt even more was the fact that you knew you always came back to him. that you just couldn't let go of him.
the two of you weren't even dating— even if wooyoung occasionally did drop hints that he liked you, at least when he had the time to do so and wasn't busy getting on your nerves.
maybe he was just playing with your feelings. the way he treated you whenever he was bored contradicted the small gentle moments the two of you had shared too much for them to count as anything.
wooyoung could be nice. when no one was around. when he didn't have to perform in front of his friends, acting all high and mighty.
he would sit across from you, intertwining your fingers with his as he watched you, listening to every word you said.
you liked that version of him. a lot.
you also liked him when he was meaner. more challenging. but sometimes he just went too far. didn't know when it was enough.
like today.
" I'm being serious, wooyoung!"
you turned away, squeezing your eyes shut.
there was enough dignity left for you to not cry in front of him.
he started talking again, but this time you made a decision.
not listening to him, you rushed out of the room, out of the building, straight to your home.
if he wanted to fix any of this, he would have to come crawling back this time.
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wooyoung hadn't taken any of your words seriously at first.
the two you fought a lot— wooyoung would do something to rile you up, and you would react just the way he wanted. it was kind of hot.
it took him a week to realise that he had gone too far this time. record time, probably.
you didn't show up to watch him box anymore. you didn't text him. didn't ask if he was okay.
he had brushed it off at first, but it quickly became apparent that something was missing.
the week after realisation dawned upon him that he would have to deal with the consequences of his own actions, he tries to fix it.
by doing literally anything other than just talking to you. anything but an apology seemed to be an option for him.
partying, drinking, other people that would never be you.
it felt awful.
you had probably been feeling that way for a while now, so maybe he deserved it.
he got really desperate by week three.
no, sleeping with random people that were not you, all while not being able to think of anything but you was not an ideal solution.
it didn't really sound anything at all, actually. it just made it worse.
which is how he ended up at your front door at 11pm.
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you were already in your pyjamas as the doorbell rang, rolling your eyes at the disruption of your peace.
you didn't think before opening the door. which was rather careless, by the way, especially at that time of the day.
wooyoung was probably the least person you had expected today.
the two of you stared at each other, a shocked expression on his face, albeit you were a bit.... satisfied by how awful he was looking right now.
leaning against the doorframe, you waited for him to talk.
he was panting, you assumed he had ran here.
what an idiot.
wooyoung took a few deep breaths, straightening his posture as if that would help him in any way with what he was about to say.
" I— I wanted to tell you that— "
yeah. it was easier to self reflect and think about how sorry he was, than to actually say it.
you raised an eyebrow.
" yeah? "
" I— ", he swallowed, looking down at the floor, " I wanted to, you know..... apologise "
that was a first step.
" and for what exactly? "
yeah, no. you would be making sure that he knew what he was sorry for.
" for— you know why! "
" I do, so do you. I just want you to say it. full sentences and everything. I deserve a proper apology ", he could be glad you didn't force him to get down on your knees and beg for it, even if you liked the thought of it.
this was embarrassing. for him, not for you. he knew you had the right to expect that. it was the bare minimum.
he finally looked at you again.
" I— I'm sorry for being such an ass towards you. It was too much, especially since— "
he cut himself off,
" since what ? "
he really had nothing to lose anymore, so why not just fuck things up even more.
" I... I really like you. I know I haven't been acting that way but— I do, really. not just as a friend. "
you sighed, closing your eyes to think.
as you looked at him again, you were sure. there was always a chance you would regret this, but there was no way of knowing whether that would be the case or not if you didn't try.
you nodded towards your living room, inviting him to follow you.
" you... I don't think you're all that bad either. so you better make up for being such an asshole ", you paused, " one last chance, so make sure you behave. "
you didn't have to tell him that twice.
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wooyoung was on top of you, trailing kisses down your neck as his hands were roaming all over your body. he was still apologising for everything, but it was too satisfying to see for you to tell him that you had believed him the moment he had shown up at your front door.
" I'm so sorry, I— ", he groaned as you pulled him by his hair, making him look at you as he spoke.
you were so beautiful. he really had been stupid.
" I can't believe I've been missing out on this for so long ", he said, pressing his lips against yours before trailing down towards your collarbone again.
" I'm gonna make you feel so good from now on, I promise "
it was embarrassing how desperate he was, whining for your forgiveness and making promises just so you wouldn't leave him again. he didn't even deserve your forgiveness, and here you were underneath him.
you hummed in response, eyes closed as he sucked on the skin between your neck and shoulder.
you gasped as he bit you, hands flying to the back of his head to keep him where he was. the sound was like music to his ears. he didn't know how he could have possibly been this stupid for so long. how he had lived without hearing you like that.
he should have apologised way earlier, if it meant that he could have gotten this long ago already.
he really had to treat you better from now on.
wooyoung's was lowkey the most fun to write but he doesn't have enough screen time for me to figure out his canon personality so I wrote this with a prayer and an unorganised vision in mind.
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I'm sorry if this is rude to ask but what prompted your last post? Did something happen in the whc community?
please read this if you want to support whc writers more !
hi! not rude at all, dw. if anyone doesn't know what this refers to, it's about this post here. it's about how greedy and ungrateful this community can be towards writers 😊
there's no specific drama or anything, it's just something I've been talking about with my friends for a while now, since other writers have noticed this too / are put under pressure by it.
SOME of you guys are genuinely ungrateful and disrespectful towards writers. it's not only whcblr, but since I specifically write for whc, I'm going to direct this at the whc community.
1 : SHOCKING NEWS! we have a life lol?
@tojivu and I have discussed this in detail before, but a lot of you people don't treat us like human beings. the amount of AUDACITY some people have is actually embarrassing. why do you feel so entitled to this.
there's so many people who treat having fics to read as a human right, rather than a luxury, and fully ignore that there's actually someone writing those fics behind the screen. we have lives and do this in our FREE TIME. I could be doing other things, but instead I'm writing. for FREE. I do not get paid for this. yet, people cannot even be bothered to give anything back in return. there's little to no appreciation towards writers.
of course I am happy about the growth of my account and there ARE positive interactions with people, but it gets overshadowed by the sheer disrespect we face as writers.
*your + my friend gets a lot of messages like this. literally how difficult is it to be patient and shut your bitchass up for once. omg if you're so desperate then start writing urself. maybe then you'll start to appreciate writers some more. If the person who sent this to my friend sees this, I'd like you to know that I hate you and you suck. 😊 I bet none of the people who say shit like this even bother interacting with writers. get your asses off our pages and touch some grass omg.
2 : don't pmo now
aside from the fact that some people tend to not like that we also have a private life and can get busy, it also quickly becomes rather obvious that people really don't care about your actual writing, once you start posting fics.
when i first started posting, I was really positively overwhelmed by the feedback I got, but the more requests I get, the more obvious it becomes to me that no one actually values my writing itself. a lot of people just want quick mass produced content, regardless of characterisation or effort being put into it.
Like. Do you people actually read posts by a writer before requesting things? I always thought people would send requests because they like my writing, but it's really just... them being too lazy to write it on their own, and therefore requesting random people. I know this doesn't seem like it's that deep to someone who doesn't write, but as the writer, it kind of hurts to not be seen as an actual person, but rather a machine who will write for every request we get. people don't value as at all. i get most requests because people are greedy, not because they like my content.
I get requests that genuinely offend me, because it's so obvious that those people don't actually read anything i say. (maybe they also just don't have the comprehension skills to understand it, who knows.) I get requests that so very obviously go against what I usually write, that it's genuinely ridiculous that people even ask me to write that. My boundaries are pinned on my profile, yet I still get requests that completely disregard those or anything I've ever said.
This part isn't only about the whc community. they're not the only culprit.
there's a big fat NO next to whether i write about squid game / valorant or not, and i STILL get requests for them. the big fat NO is like 3cm underneath the requests button. Be so fr rn. like oh my god can we normalise actually reading the author's boundaries b4 requesting things. HOW!!!! HOW!!!! difficult is it to see me as a person. i hate tumblr so much sometimes it's genuinely making me lose my mind.
3 : type of greed they talk about in the bible
there's this one person who has asked half of the whc writers community to write for the same prompt, and that level of greed just lowkey sickens me. Like oh my god you don't need 10 people to write the same thing for you. how GREEDY do tou have to be. (+ i kms every time a request mischaracterises someone. you guys, seongje is NAWWT that horrible of a person for noncon to be included omg)
same with people DEMANDING what amount of detail they want you to write / how long it should be.
you people do not have the right to tell us how long our posts should be. we decide that. we're the ones who write it. PLEASE you people have to start writing yourself so you get a fucking reality check and see how long this takes and how much effort writers put into their posts, just for everyone to feel like its their ☝️🤓 god given right 🤓☝️ to read fanfics. ur so damn ungrateful.
4 : 👍
people used to comment WAY MORE under posts, and now whenever you post something, there's so. little of anything. I have my mutuals and we always comment under each other's posts, but thats bc we're friends. there's little from actual readers.
I and so many other authors value comments and human interaction way more than likes. there's no need for detailed comments, a fucking thumbs up is enough. takes you a second to comment that. there's even people who ask to be put on TAGLISTS and are so desperate to get notified when their favs post, just to not???? Interact????? Oh my god just start supporting writers again, I'm begging. we give you so much for free and spend so much time writing and ur ungrateful asses can't even give some writers a thumbs up 😭😭😭
I like and comment under posts even if i didn't like the writing style much or found it corny. simply because I know how much it means to us writers. (It also only takes like 30sec of my life to write 'this was so cute!!!!') I do it because we are supposed to be a COMMUNITY, yet so many people just take fanfics for granted.
And that is exactly where they're so so wrong. SOME of you take everything for granted and then give nothing back to us.
I know i get a good amount of likes on most posts, but it's obvious that people only want seongje smut in this community and any other author / post is basically worthless. I've literally started writing for seongje bc otherwise people won't gaf about you. I don't even like writing for him 😭😭😭 like omg even if oomfs write for fandoms I'm not in, I'm STILL gonna hit that like button and comment bc I want to show my appreciation for authors. can we start hyping up EVERYONE, instead of only glazing seongje writers (no ooffenseto them, keep writing seongje. u guys aren't the issue) you're also ?? Going to get more content that way? If you start hyping up authors, then they'll feel more motivated to write.
Me and other authors are just genuinely sick of being treated like an ai that you can just put prompts into. Like omgg I got the same request THREE times bc some of you are so greedy you don't even remember who you already requested things from. Be so fr.
5 : is this about you? it likely is!
if you feel like this is directed at you, then please reconsider how you talk to us and how you view us. there are a lot of genuinely sweet people in this community and I appreciate those a lot. this is NOT about you if you're nice and kind and normal and respect us. (shout out to the person who requested a baekjin os + the one who asked for hcs of a holiday trip. this isn't about u guys, I love u. I swear I will post that soon) this is about all those greedy asses who hide behind anonymity in order to pressure us and make us resent something that's supposed to bring joy.
I had immense burnout from writing for two or three years, and joining the whc community helped me a lot to find joy in writing again. I don't want to start disliking it again, just because some of you guys are just.... lowkey too dumb to realise that we're just as much of a person as you are. u don't even understand how close sha (tojivu) and I get to leaving this community every day bc of people like that. same with others. if I ever quit tumblr, you all better feel guilty bc it's likely because of the fucking disrespect we face.
If any of this offended you, then you're the issue lol. if anyone says some shit like "ohh no one is forcing you to write this", just know that fanfic writers are the backbone of this community and you wouldn't be anything without us and other artists 😊