to @luochalver happy BIRTHDAY! Gift 4u.
NOTE: finally back to my fanfiction past… ngl this was fun af. Thanks for making me feel like I have the obligation to do this by being such a goated friend and making PE tolerable, if not THE FUNNEST PERIOD! On to making the most of my 111wpm typing speed…
I. HEADCANNONS (SCHOOL AU)
- in ELECTIVE ART
- sells hand-painted CDs (films, albums)
- is the Asian kid with $8k in college
- face of a k-idol
- voted ‘most nonchalant’ (noone has seen his TEETH in their 4 years in college)🫰😁
II. ROMANTIC HCs
- you meet him in a random store, the canteen or public transport because he doesn’t associate himself with societies or fraternities.
- you asked for tips on entrepreneurship as a classmate.
- you realise he isn’t mute.
- in love, he hugs your elbows to comfort himself
- sleeps in a starfish pose.
- loves holding your cheek
- puts his enamel pins on your bag to assert dominance
III. FANFIC: ‘rainy day at home’
It’s a long weekend, with another holiday on Monday. All rainy, and all you can think of is Luocha on your bed and the pitter patter 3cm away from you on the glass of your floor to ceiling window.
He reaches a hand from the shared futon onto your hair and you are sure he’s unconscious. You turn to face him and admire the way his blond hair falls onto his face like string cheese arranged artisanally. His fingers are still caressing your hair, light like cobwebs.
You almost forget you have a roommate. You check to the bed on the right, and of course, the dent in the cotton Ultraman sheets proves she’s out eating a piece of pistachio croissant from Boulangerie Utopie because you can trust her Parisianness to do so every morning.
And your eyes dart to him. Splayed on the bed with his biceps clutching the futon to his chest, you squeal internally with joy. They’re just so big.
“What? What’s the matter?” Luocha rubs his eyes and the hair previously there gathers at his shoulders.
I guess you didn’t do that internally if even sleepy Luocha heard it. “Nothing,” you smile and his grip on your hair tightens. You feel like something important is happening.
Sure enough, his tender grip pulls you to his sleepy face. Your face is a PC monitor away from his and your hands are tensing on your sides excitedly.
“I’m not going to kiss you.”
”You should.”
”Wouldn’t wanna make my lovely girl disgusted after merely 1 year of dating.”
You smile and bear hug him, both your legs touching under the futon. The feel of his chest on yours still makes you blush, but you’re more focused on brushing nose tips with him.
Hands now on the back of his neck, you nuzzle into him and sneak a peck on his lips.
