#also also we booked a hotel room. was supposed to be 2 beds. dunno what happened buuuut it’s only the one bed 😬

[floral-hex]

my brain hates me so much today 😖

[purplesurveys]

656

Where is the last place you had a kiss? My girlfriend’s couch. I normally wouldn’t kiss her inside her house but we were alone, so it just happened. What did you eat for breakfast yesterday? I skipped breakfast yesterday and went straight to having a macchiato, which was a horrible idea considering I had a badddd hangover. My body made me pay for it soon enough when my stomach started unusually heating up, so I bought a sandwich by around lunch to help it feel better. When was the last time you were at an amusement park? 2013. I don’t like amusement parks so when my friends make plans I don’t go along with them. Two weeks ago I was at a school fair which kinda has the same amenities as an amusement park, but I guess it’s not the real thing so it doesn’t count. When was the last time you cried out of physical pain? Last Wednesday. My friend Leigh was trying to demonstrate for me the concept of just-noticeable difference by pinching the skin on my hand. I don’t like feeling pain anywhere on my body, so when she started amping up her pinching I had to yell out. Have you ever done anything to Support the Troops? No. Can’t relate.

Do you donate blood? Nooooo no nope. I just said I didn’t like feeling discomfort on any part of my body hahaha and getting pricked is the worst sensation for me. I wouldn’t be able to donate blood even if I wanted to either – as far as I know you have to be of a certain weight to be qualified, and I’ve never met that requirement. Are you wearing two shirts? No. It’s never too cold to be wearing two shirts here. The only time I had to really do this in a local sense was in Sagada. That weather was b r u t a l. It was the first time my dad turned on the heater in our car and I didn’t even know Filipino cars came with heaters lmaaaaaaao. This was a very long way of saying no. Have you ever owned the socks with toes on them? Never have. What were you the last time you went trick or treating? I went as my best friend at the time, Sofie. I didn’t have time (and wasn’t as extroverted as I am now) to come up with a detailed costume, so I went as her – black dress, eyebags, winged eyeliner, and thick hair that was never combed. It had the least effort of all my friends’ costumes, but I got the most compliments on social media lol. What's your favorite morning activity? I am so not a morning person, and I just like sleeping/lying in whenever I can. Can you cook? I am hopeless in that department. Is there a lot of laundry in your hamper? No. My mom’s laundry day is Friday, so it’s basically empty the whole weekend. When do you think you'll have children? In a little less than a decade, honestly. I’m pretty firm in my decision to have kids; it’s my biggest dream if anything. I mean I’m also willing to wait until I’m in my 30s because god knows how expensive everything is rapidly getting these days, but I just know I’ll end up having kids one way or another. Can you point out constellations in the night sky? No. The only thing I can safely point out for you is Orion’s Belt, and that’s because it’s essentially a giveaway lmao. What was your favorite part about studying ancient Greeks and Romans? Nothing. It’s one of my least favorite topics. The only thing that got me to enjoy them for a brief period was the Percy Jackson series, but when I finished the books my interest in that world waned fast. Have you ever eaten a gyro? Nah, but close enough – I’ve had shawarma. What's your favorite flavor of Tootsie pops? Mmmm not really a fan of Tootsie Pops, or like candy in general. What's the last thing you bought at a mall? If I remember correctly, I got a toasted siopao in Coffee Bean. Where did your mom go to high school? She went to Colegio de Santa Rosa in Makati. What's a subject you would never major in? Philosophy. My college curriculum required me to take one Philosophy elective, and not only was it the worst experience ever, but I got my second-lowest mark in college from that class. Is there someone who you can turn to for money and not be ashamed? No. I hate asking for money, even from my parents. When's the last time you took a bubble bath? A little over a year ago, probs. I love bubble baths when I manage to get settled in one, but because I’m usually in a hurry when I take showers, the concept of staying and relaxing in a bathtub is a little weird to me so I never do it haha. Have you ever swam in a river? I have photos of me when I was 1, my mom, her sisters-in-law, and their kids (my cousins) swimming in some river.  Are there any dirty clothes underneathe your bed? No. I know I could be messy, but that’s just disgusting. What food do you love the smell of while it's cooking? Curry. What food do you hate the smell of uncooked? I just hate the smell of wasabi in general. Your #2--what's their occupation? Your #3--what color are their eyes? Your #1--what cartoon character would they be? Your #4--are they allergic to anything? All Myspace questions that I’m skipping, lmao. Has a bee ever stung you? No. That’s like one of my top 3 fears so I never allow myself to be near bees or wasps. If there’s any nearby I run the fuckkkkk away. Where did you last go camping? I have never been camping for real. In what month do you start Christmas shopping? Last year I had some stuff ordered by early November – but those were gifts for just my girlfriend. I bought everyone else’s gifts like a week before Christmas. Have you ever slept in a bed with someone with bad BO? I’m sure I have; I just don’t let it bother me because no one’s breath is supposed to smell great in the morning lmao. Do you have a favorite flavor at Baskin Robbins? I have never had Baskin Robbins and I dunno if I will, because it’s just so expensive. Philippine suppliers looove bringing foreign brands like Shake Shack and Baskin Robbins over here and slapping insanely high prices on them just so they’re seen as high-end lmao, it’s sad. Are there fast food wrappers/cups in your car? No not at the moment. If anything there are old receipts. Do you read the newspaper? Very seldom, but given that I’m a journalism student, I encounter newspapers a lot because they’re everywhere in the college. What search engine do you use? Google. Have you ever posted a question on Yahoo questions? Nope. But the website is useful and I just look for people asking the same question I have at the moment. Have you ever been on a dating website? I made a Tinder account a few years ago just to observe it and just for fun. I never needed it but I was curious, so I joined it but I used a fake name and a photo of a cat I saw in school as my profile picture so that no one knew who it was. Have you ever had a crush on a celebrity of the same sex? Save for CM Punk, I’ve only ever had crushes on female celebrities. What kind of flowers would you plant in your garden? I dunno, I’ve never felt interested in growing flowers...or a garden, in general. Would you rather have a flat tire or overheated car? Flat tire. As far as I know that can be fixed a little more easily than a completely overheated car. What's the safest form of transportation? Private car, lmao. That’s really your safest bet in this country. Do you believe that kids should be taught abstinence? They can be taught about it so they’re aware of what it means and asks of them, but kids should also be reminded that at the end of the day it’s an option that they can choose to take or not. When's the next time you'll go to the grocery store? I only ever go when my dad is home because he likes having us along, so maybe in a month or two. When's the last time you went to Chuck E. Cheese? Never. What's your favorite cheese or cheese flavored food? Mozzarella sticks. Do you like black licorice? It’s decent, at best. I won’t spit it out, but it’s not my first candy of choice either. Can you count to 100 in another language? Two, Filipino and Spanish. We use Spanish when referring to currency, so that’s why it’s easy to memorize. Like I’d say I have labing-limang (fifteen in Filipino) notebooks, but when I have to say fifteen pesos, we say it as kinse (fifteen in Spanish). Idk, it’s a weird quirk with Filipinos but yeah. What's the nearest thing to you that can bounce? I don’t think there is anything bouncy in the living room at the moment. Do you hate cleaning? If I have to do it I get lazy. But when I actually want to clean, it can be relaxing. Do you clear dishes in the garbage disposal or in the garbage can? My mom takes out the garbage. Do you watch anything on the E! network? I don’t think our cable comes with E! so the only times I get to encounter it is when we’re staying over at hotels. I like having Keeping Up With the Kardashians on when we do have that channel. Have you ever tried out or thought of trying out for American Idol? I loved the show during its peak days, but I never had the desire to join it. Where's your car keys? Upstairs, on my bedside drawer. Did you keep any momentos of high school dances? From my high school ball, yes. I still have my old gown, photos with Mike, the instrument he used to ask me to ball (a Starbucks cup with the proposal written on it by the barista), and my old corsage. I like keeping stuff like that around so that I don’t forget, not because I still like him lmao. My prom could fuck off, and I have nothing from that night. Do you still have clothes from your high school dances? I have no idea. My high school prom dress disappeared after a while, but I still have my ball gown. The last person you laid in bed with said... I don’t know what you’re referring to but our last conversation was her telling me to drive home safe. Can you touch your nose with your tongue? I can’t. Which celebrities would you want to hang out with at a bbq? The Friends cast. Do you think you could do better drawings than Napolean Dynamite? I have never seen the movie. What are you doing on Superbowl Sunday? Isn’t it over already? I saw my aunts and uncles post about it on Facebook so I’m pretty sure it’s over. Anyway, I don’t care for football. Ever been to the original 13 colonies? No. Have you ever been to a concert that got out of control? Not really. The most ‘rebellious’ thing that ever happened was at my One Direction concert. The organizers made the stupid decision of holding the show on FLAT concert grounds and not a stadium, for a concert that probably held 10,000-20,000 people. Can you imagine holding that on just the GROUND??? Anyway, my sister and I had the third best tickets which was supposed to bring us to the semi-front, but it turned out to be so far from the stage. Everyone from my section all the way to the back resorted to standing up on the monobloc chairs which really isn’t allowed, but duh it’s One Direction and we wanted to see them. Harry had to call us out and ask us to get down from the chairs and just stand on the ground for our safety, but we kept protesting until they just gave up and continued the show. What's the last thing you watched on tv? Titanic, but we watched it on Netflix. I haven’t seen cable TV in a whiiiiiiile.

Whose show should be cancelled? 13 Reasons Why. Do you like Lindsay Lohan as a blonde? It doesn’t bother me. When's the last time you ate fruit? Last Friday I tried some of Laurice’s green mango with bagoong. Can you jump rope double dutch? Nope. I know jump rope but I never went that far.

[joonieflower]

Playboy!Namjoon Pt. 9 (last part)

Pt. 1 / Pt. 2 / Pt. 3 / Pt. 4/ Pt. 5/ Pt. 6/ Pt. 7/ Pt. 8/ 

Warning:Smut and bad attempts at humour ahead!!

*********************************************** “How long has she been like this?”

Jin is standing next to Somi, looking at you slumped against a table at the resting area at KCon. Even from afar they could see exactly the moment you cringed at your own memories.

"Dunno, maybe two weeks? She's been listening to old Avril Lavigne songs nonstop, I'm worried."

"The Under my Skin album?"

"Yeah."

Seokjin hums, patting the younger girl on the top of her head. "You did well in calling me, little one. Namjoon is being stupid as well, said something about she avoiding him when she went to Yoongi's studio?"

"Oh," Somi nods, "that does sound like her, she does tend to avoid her problems."

He turns around, beginning to type a text on his phone. "Well, we'll fix this today. You should call Jackson, this is what you'll have to do..."

✧ 

"How would I know I was on speaker?"

You turn your head to the other side, staring at the window, blatantly ignoring Jackson as Somi snickered beside you, making you turn to you glare at her. "You shut your fetus mouth or I won't talk to you too."

She rolls her eyes at you, pretending to lock her lips. You sigh. You were all in the restaurant of the hotel you were staying for KCon, and you still were dying of embarrassment even after almost two weeks since The Incident.

"I mean," Jackson continues, ignoring the murderous look you throw his way. "If I didn't tell him would you?"

"I wouldn't, you know why?" your voice is low as you glare at him, and he flinches in his seat. "Because I didn't want to be rejected!"

Somi unzips her mouth. "People think you're so chill, Unnie. But you're actually the least chill person alive."

You gasp. Now even your own child is attacking you.

But well, she does have a point. You know you're not making things easier by literally hiding behind something every time Namjoon comes in the same room as you but what else could you do? If he caught you he would probably ask to talk, so he could reject you gently because that's the type of person Namjoon is. And if you could choose, you would choose not to be rejected at all.

You sigh loudly, dropping your head on the table. The hotel restaurant had been booked for all the idols that were staying at this hotel, so there wasn't anybody in here at practically midnight before a full day of rehearsals for the upcoming concert. Somi was the only one stupid enough to think it was a good idea to come down here and eat. And sure, you are hungry, but room service is a very real thing that you would rather be indulging yourself with.

An also very real thing is that you know for a fact that BTS will also be staying at this hotel. Which is, quite frankly hilariously tragic. Now you had to be aware of your surroundings here too so as not to bump into a certain tall man.

You grab your phone, focusing on it instead of the two idiots you are sitting with. You faintly hear the sound of three people sitting down at your table, but you're not bothered enough to look, just think it must be the rest of the Got7 boys.

"How’s your boyfriend?"

You blink up at Yoongi, sitting across from you. You relax a little, already accustomed to him after spending so much time together while you two worked on your song. “Which one?”

“Which one is it this time? I don’t know their names, I just know you stopped recording two times to chat with them”

“Oh, I’m trying to get V this time. It’s been going well, he’s got a lotta baggage though.” Taehyung chokes on his drink loudly and you realize how that must have sounded to him. “What? Jesus, not you, I’m playing Mystic Messenger.”

“Oh, good, geez," he laughs awkwardly, "Of course not."

A familiar hand reaches for a fry on your plate. Sehun smiles at you, winking. "Long time no see."

You scoff. "Jackson-ah, go get me another milkshake."

"Jackson-ah? I thought you called him oppa." Yoongi looks at the two of you, confused.

"Oh, yeah, I used to." you smile sweetly at the blond men that's already standing up to go get you another drink," That was when I respected him"

Sehun whistles. "Someone's feisty. Did you not get enough sleep? You get like this when you're tired."

"Do I look like I'm tired?" you shoot back, scrunching your nose having none of his friendly manners. You didn't hate him anymore, but you two were still far from being friends.

"Nah, you look pretty." he smiles, looking behind you at something.

Jackson hands a milkshake from behind you, talking to somebody in English. You ignore him. “I don’t need you to tell me I look pretty, I know I do,” you say, slurping your milkshake angrily, then, after a second, considerably more subsided, “Thanks anyway.”

Somi eyes you two suspiciously. "Since when are you two on good terms? Are you my dad again?"

Jacksons conversation halts, but you pay him no mind. You stretch yourself across Sehun's lap, his hands coming to your waist so you won't fall face first as you shove a handful of fries in the maknae's mouth, "Mind your own business, you little brat. "

“I mean, I feel like I'm entitled to know, am I not your child?”

“How many times do I have to tell you that-”

“Oh,” Yoongi interrupts your bickering, “hi Namjoon.”

With a yelp, you lose your balance and roll under the table.

You lie there for a couple of seconds with your eyes closed, praying to any God for even the smallest possibility that Namjoon didn't see you there.

“Hey,” he says, now kneeling so he's able to get his head under the table too. You let out a dying whale noise. “Are you okay, angel?”

“Can you Google for me if it's possible to die of embarrassment?”

He chuckles, extending his hand to you so he can pull you out. “It wasn't that bad.”

His hand is soft on yours, the size of it familiar as it lingers for a couple extra seconds before he let you go, walking over to the other side of the table, sitting beside Yoongi and across from you.

“How can you still be so clumsy?” Sehun questions, stealing more of your fries.

“Oh, shut up.” You mumble, refusing to look at anywhere else beyond the plate in front of you. “What are you even doing here, anyway? You're not staying in this hotel.”

He gives you a large grin. “I came to see you, of course.”

You steal a glance at Namjoon, who's looking at the both of you with his arms crossed, brow frowning. His other two group mates are looking at you with equally confused expressions. “He's joking.” You explain quickly. “Right?”

He laughs. “I missed you, you know that. But yeah, I came for Jackson, we're going out later.”

Namjoon stare is still heavy on you, and this is too much. You're not mentally prepared to deal with him, not yet. Not when you were supposed to go on stage to introduce some other idol group together tomorrow. When you already would have to pretend not to love him in front of thousands of people. And the addition of Sehun isn't better either, you might have started to forgive him but you weren’t completely ready to be friends yet. Especially not with Namjoon watching you so intently, a silent question in his eyes.

You get up abruptly. “I’m going to bed. Don't stay up too late, Somi.”

Ignoring Somi calls behind you, you make your way to your shared room, resting your head on the elevator mirrored wall. God, what a mess of things you had made by falling for Namjoon.

✧ “She left before he could even get jealous,” Jackson complains, slumping in the little chair in Jin's room.

“He did get a little jealous,” Sehun says, leaning against the beige colored walls. “He looked like he wanted to punch me.”

“She also looked like she wanted to punch you.” Yoongi makes a clicking noise from the back of his throat from across the room. “They both are so stupid. I bet the only way for them to finally talk and get the fuck together is if we lock them in the same room.”

Seokjin's head shot up, his eyes shining with a dangerous glint. “Yoongi, you’re a genius! Okay, so this is what we need to do now…”

-

You slump against the black couch at Yoongi’s studio. “Please tell me we’re done. I don’t think I can do ad-libs anymore, my throat will fall off if I try.”

Yoongi snorts, clicking on something in the big monitor in front of him, checking again what you had just recorded with the rest of the song. “I hardly think that's possible. And I still think you should let me add the rap after the bridge, I'm sure Namjoon would be willing to do it.”

“I don't think he would.” You answer him, voice weaker than before.

“I don't think there's a single thing he wouldn't do for you.” He spins around in his chair, now staring directly at you “ You two should talk, don't think I haven't seen how you're doing your best at avoiding him after Jackson fucked up.”

“Oh my God" you hide your face behind your hands with a grunt. “You know? Namjoon told you?”

He at least has the decency to look a little apologetic. “In his defense, it's not like it was hard to tell even before. You both have been acting like you're dating for a long time.”

“What?” You sputter, looking up again. “No, we- no?”

“Come on, he keeps clothes at your place. He sleeps there. He never did that to any of his hookups before, you've got to at least know that. And he talks about you all the time, it's actually disgusting, to be honest.”

You decide not to answer, instead, you begin turning this new information in your head. This was Yoongi, after all. He wouldn't be saying these things if he didn't think they were true. You sigh, looking at the screen of his computer, checking the time.

You opt to change the subject, “We should finish for today, it's getting late and I know it's your day off.”

He curses when he checks the clock. “Shit, finding a taxi is going to be a bitch.”

You jiggle your car keys at him. “I can give you a ride. You deserve after all the hard work you've put in helping me’

He points at two boxes next to the couch. “Great, so I also deserve help carrying those boxes right?”

You shrug, going to lift one of the boxes, your arms protesting the added weight. “Let's go.”

He somehow managed to make you help him bring it all the way up to his dorm, but only after saying after he saw you hesitating. “The coast is clear, he's not here. Go in already, I don't work out and my arms are hurting.”

He leads you through the living room, pointing down in the general direction of the floor indicating that you could just drop the thing down. “You can open the fridge and get a drink, you must be thirsty. I'm going to drop those in my room and I'll be right back."

He does not come right back, instead, he takes a long time. You drink the banana milk slowly, looking around. The place was surprisingly neat despite seven boys living together.

You hear footsteps coming your way again, so you set the little plastic bottle down, getting ready to live.

You hear Namjoon before you even see him. “Hyung, is that you? Do you know where everyone went?”

You duck the second he enters the kitchen. But not before seeing his eyes growing wide when he spots you.

You peek from behind the kitchen counter, smiling sheepishly as Namjoon gaped at you, confused in his Ryan pajama set. You look around, thinking of the easier escape route.

“Uh,” he says finally, “I’m awake, right?”

You nod, biting your bottom lip nervously. “Yoongi asked me for help with some boxes… I think he went to his room? So yeah, I’ll get going now.”

You circle around him to get to the living room, where the door is. You can hear him following you faintly beneath the sound of your heart beating like crazy.

Just as you reach the door, you both see it at the same time. A white paper, glued to the door with a pink tape.

“TALK, U SUCKERS. WE’LL BE BACK TO UNLOCK YOU TWO IN THE MORNING.”

“Did they…” Namjoon begins to say incredulously as you reach and try to open the door maniacally, pushing and pulling it as you turn the handle. “Oh, they did. They really did.”

You turn around, staring at him. “Don’t just stand there, don’t you have a spare key?”

He goes back to the room he came from, and you can hear him shuffling things around before he says, softly but full of emotion. “Fuck,”

Fuck indeed. You take a deep breath, looking around. For a second you think about jumping out of the window, but you realize how ridiculous you’re being. Sure, avoiding him is one thing, but were an adult, right? You could talk to him like a civilized human being.

You fish your phone from your back pocket, dialing Yoongi’s number. Not that it does much, it only goes straight to voicemail.

“This is kidnapping, Min yoongi,” you say, through gritted teeth. “I don’t know what kind of parent trap bullshit you’re all trying to pull in here but I suggest you just come and open the door for me before I call the firefighters to tear it down.”

When you press the red símbolos on the screen to end the call, Namjoon is by your side again. The two of you stare at each other for a second before looking away.

This was it, wasn't it? He would finally reject you now. And then you two would have to awkwardly share the house until they finally decided to let you out to die quietly in your own house.

Namjoon is the one who breaks the silence, “I was watching cartoons, maybe you want to watch it too? To pass the time, I mean.”

After hesitating for a second, you nod. “Okay.”

He points at the couch, clearly inviting you to sit down. Which you do, gladly, watching him as he moves through his own house this time. You were so used to seeing him just at your apartment that sometimes you forgot he existed beyond it.

He finally sits down again, quickly starting Netflix and selecting We Bare Bears. You snort at the choice.

“What? It's a nice show.” He says, sounding defensive.

“I know it is, is just… you're Panda.”

He turns his nose up in the air, “I like to think I'm Polar.”

“Oh, Joonie.” You say pityingly, patting his thigh in a very condescending way. “You're definitely Panda.”

He tries not to smile at you, bit fails after a second. “Yeah, you're right, angel.”

You take your hand off of his thigh with the nickname, pretending to focus on the cartoon on the TV. You chest feel tight again, heart beating fast against your sternum making you wonder for a second if you're having a heart attack.

The tension is palpable, curling around you, trying to coax you into turning at Namjoon to watch him. You don't. You keep staring ahead, fingers digging in between the couch cushions to stop your hands from.wandering elsewhere.

You are, in fact, so focused on not looking at Namjoon that you jump a little when he pauses the episode.

“We really should talk.” he finally says.

You still won't look at him. “Don't feel like it.”

“Babe-”

“Don't.” You say quickly, finally looking up at his eyes, finally seeing the intensity of his gaze over you. “I know what you'll say, and believe me, I really am not in the mood to be locked in here with you after this.”

you can see him beginning to open his mouth to say something back, so you quickly continue. “I didn't want to hear it back in the car, and I don't want to hear it now. I just want things to be like they used to between us again.”

“You don't.” He says firmly, face darkening with a tint of irritation. “You don't know what I was going to say because you told me to pretend nothing happened before I could say anything, and then proceeded to avoid me every time we're in the same room. If you want things to be like they used to be you have to start acting like my friend again. You literally walked out of a room the other day because I was in there too. How do you think that makes me feel?”

“I was embarrassed, can you blame me?”

“Why?” He asks, raking a hand through his hair. “I get that maybe it wasn't the best way to tell me, but if Jackson hadn't said that would you have?” Again, the same question. God, why couldn't he just forget it? It was exactly because of this that you knew you two shouldn't have this talk. He was paving the way to reject you in the gentlest way possible.

“No.” You get up. “Because is stupid, I wasn't supposed to fall for you! We were already stretching things too far by being friends and fucking at the same time, Namjoon. I don't even know why I thought I could just sleep with you, actually, not knowing that you don't do relationships.”

“There you go again. Where the hell did you hear that? You said the same thing before.”

You falter a little. “I mean, you said that. When we started.”

He shakes his head, getting up too and standing in front of you. “I've never said that to you. To Jin maybe, when he started to notice my feelings for you. But that was just me in denial.”

You search through your memories of all your conversations, all of the texts you exchanged. You fall back on the couch. Yeah, he was right. He never actually said that.

“Wasn't it implied? This wasn't supposed to be more than a friend with benefits deal. You just talked to me because you got horny after seeing me perform. Wasn't that what happened?”

He kneels in front of you, eyes level with you once again as he basically cages you with one arm on each side of your hips, not allowing you to run anymore. “No.”

“What?”

“I asked Jackson for your number a year ago.” He begins, one of his hands caressing the rip at your knee, picking gently at the fishnets you're wearing underneath the distressed jeans. “ He didn't give it to me, he told me you were dating. It was Sehun, right? I can't believe Allkpop really got one thing right. Anyway, I asked again a month before I sent you a text. He said he had to see if he could give it to me first. He cares about you, you know, you should forgive him.”

“I already did.” You say, gulping hard around nothing. “But… what?”

He laughs a little, his chest vibrating against your knees. “I've had a crush on you for, fuck babe, I don't know. 2 years? I saw your debut stage since then I've thought you were the most beautiful person I've ever seen.”

“Don't fuck with me, Namjoon.” You whisper, heart beating faster yet.

He takes your hands on him, kissing your knuckles.

“I'm not. You can ask Yoongi. I've watched every one of your lives on V-app. I never said anything to you because I thought you knew. You had to know, baby. Didn't you notice how I look at you?”

“Why? I mean, you can have anyone, I saw how easily you can find someone new at Jackson's party. Why me?”

He sighs, closing his eyes for a second. “And so can you. Have you looked at yourself? You're funny, you care so much about those around you, you're so, so talented angel. And you chose me. Why is it so hard to believe I would choose you too?”

You look around, trying to find something else to focus besides his face, staring at you so openly now. “What can even happen between us, Joon? We both have our groups to think about. It's not like we can-,”

He stands up, running a hand through his hair. “We both also have great people to look after us and amazing fans. Why are you so set on finding a way away from me? I'm here, baby,  and I'm yours. I've been yours for a while now. I'm not saying we should, I don't know, announce it to the world. What I'm saying is that just being with you is enough for me. Knowing you're mine as much as I'm yours, I don't care about who else knows, as long as you let me love you.”

Your vision blurs and you can make Namjoon coming back to you, his long fingers softly wiping the stubborn tears that had managed to scape. “I'm scared.” You whisper, closing your eyes against his soft touch. “This could go so wrong, Namjoon.”

“This could go right, too.anything could go wrong, the improbability of everything in life is what it makes it so thrilling. But, the same improbability leans it as much to a good outcome than to a bad. Don't you want to know what will happen?” He says, lips a whisper away from yours. “You’ve got me, angel. Are you also mine?”

You nod yes, finally looking at the man in front of you. Namjoon, who understands you better than anybody else. Namjoon, who listened to you as you whined about being a leader and offered advice. Namjoon, who made you playlists and took photos of random dogs just to make you happy.

The smile he gives you is so big that his eyes disappear, dimples on full display and you can't help yourself when you lean forward and closes the distance between the two of you.

You had been kissing Namjoon for almost half a year now, but this kiss was different. You didn't have to worry about him figuring out your feelings about him because he already knew. He knew, and he reciprocated it. You smile against his lips, pulling him closer, wrapping your arms around his neck.

Things, of course, don't stay so sweet for long. His hands hover over your hips. “Can I?”

You nod a little too fast. “Please.”

And then he's kissing you again, hands sliding under the Hem of your shirt, sliding it over your head. His mouth moves downwards, every kiss against the curve of your chest, your waist, your hips making you shudder, skin riding with goosebumps.

He nips at the skin over your hip bone, making you gasp, his fingers making quick work of your zipper. “Don't tease me.”

“You like it, though.” He smiles up at you, his cute dimples showing a Stark contrast with the lewdness of the situation you were both in.

You give him a half-hearted grunt, knowing well that you couldn't argue against that. He was right.

He finally looks down at your pants again, the open zipper exposing the stockings underneath. “Shit, who put you in those fishnets? Are you trying to give people a heart attack?”

You wiggle your hips a little, his eyes never leaving the sight of your skin peeking through the criss-cross lines as his fingers gently pull it up, testing out the elasticity. “Don't you like it? You can just take it off then, right?”

His eyes meet yours again, the predatory look he has is one you're familiar with. “Fuck, angel, maybe I'll just leave it on.”

When he finally gets rid of your pants, leaving you only in your fishnets (today was laundry day, so all your underwear was being washed. You're actually grateful for deciding going commando when you see the look on Namjoons face when he realized you're not wearing anything else) you realize where you're both at. “Joon, the boys sit on this couch! Are you really planning on doing this here?”

His head shoots up, a bewildered look on his face. “Shit, you're right. Here, wrap your legs around my waist.”

“What are you doing?”

He lifts you up, quickly making his way to the second room on the long corridor. You barely notice Taehyung part of the room before you're both going through the entryway to Namjoons side, blissfully secluded by a wall.

His bed is so comfortable it startles you for a second, but then your attention is aimed somewhere else. At Namjoon, to be more precise. He's getting rid of his clothes, with his shirt off and his pajama pants hanging low on his hips, you can see exactly how much time he's been spending at the gym lately. You're a little breathless by watching him alone when he hovers over you again.

“Can you say that again?” He asks, lips barely a whisper away from yours.

“W-what?” You stammer, so unlike yourself it actually makes you blush. The effect the tall man had on you was something to be studied.

“That you're mine.”

You pull him down on you, his bare skin hot against yours, and it's so perfect you wonder for a second if you're dreaming. “I'm yours, Joon.” You repeat, bringing his lips down to yours. “Now can you please get inside me? I've missed you like crazy.”

He chuckled, kicking off his pants.”So demanding, angel.”

“You like me like this.” you purr at him, smiling. “Now, you said something about leaving the tights on? How are you gonna fuck me then?”

He laughs a little, fingers trailing the line the piece of clothing makes over your sex. “You're so crass. But since you asked, love, I'm going to fuck you-” his other hand joins, pulling the fabric apart, leaving a rip exposing you to him “-like this.”

You shiver. “Oh.” is all you can say when he slips one finger inside of you, curling it as he starts moving it. “Joon, please don't tease me…”

He kisses your lips, and you can feel him smiling. “Let me get a condom, then.”

You hold his arm, stopping him from leaving. “You don't have to, I mean… we didn't use once, I'm still on the pill. We could…”

“You sure?” He asks, looking into your eyes to see if that was really what you wanted.”

You blush, and it's so ridiculous. You shouldn't be embarrassed by this. You two had done this same thing before.“I want to feel you.”

He kisses you again, settling himself between your legs. He makes a low grunting sound as he slides inside of you. Your nails scrape his back as you let out a moan, the stretch so good it makes breathless.

He starts moving slow, hips rhythmically moving him in and out of you, and it's so good, so perfect that it has you moaning his name through the kiss. Both his hands are holding your wrists above your head, to prevent you from trying to make his hips go faster.

It's perfect, his slow and careful motions. But it's not nearly enough. You whine, trying to move your hips faster from under him with no success.

“Why are you being so vanilla? You can still fuck me and love me at the same time.”

His movements stop while he says, huffing “I was trying to be romantic.”

You lift your head to give a quick peck on his lips. God, Namjoon has such gorgeous lips. “You can romantically fuck me harder then.”

He gives you another animalistic grunt, sliding off of you to twirl you around so you have your chest pressed against the mattress. He leans over you. “Like this, baby?” He asks, cock slamming into you so hard it makes all your breath come out in one go. “It's this how you want me to fuck you, pretty baby? You like it dirty, don't you?”

You gasp as he continues ramming into you, “Yes, Oppa. Don't stop.”

One of his hands tangles itself in your hair, curving your head back so he can kiss you. “I won't. I'm gonna make you cum all over my cock, angel.”

You moan again when his other hand comes to your clit, the circular motions with the way his fucking into you making you so close already.

It had been a while since you had slept with Namjoon, but God, he didn't forget how to make you crazy. His mouth is sucking at your neck in a way you know will leave a mark, but you can't bring yourself to care. All you care about now is Namjoon, Namjoon inside of you, his smell surrounding you, his voice, moaning profanities against your skin as you clench around him.

“Oppa,” you half choke, half moan, tears starting to collect in the corners of your eyes from all the intensity. “I'm close.”

His rhythm gets even more intense. His voice is rough as he says, “Fuck baby, come for me. Show me that you're mine. You feel so good, angel.”

You do, calling his name louder than you ever did before as e pleasure builds up until it explodes, making you a trembling mess in his hands as his hips never stop.

He comes on your ass, making you look behind you to see him staring down at you, at the white streaks on your butt. You laugh softly, a little high from your orgasm. “Peaches and cream.”

He snaps out of his trance, leaning down to kiss your cheeks. “Chocolate cheeks,” he sings, voice light as he smiles fondly at you, moving his lips so he can kiss the middle of your back, between your shoulder blades. “Chocolate wings.”

He lies down next to you on his bed, pulling you closer to him. “Now that’s all I’m going to think about when I sing my part of that song, are you happy?”

“I mean, wasn't this what you were thinking while you wrote it?”

“Nah, I just wrote it to for the aesthetic. I just thought it sounded good. Deep, y'know?” he nuzzles your hairline with the tip of his nose. “And now people think I'm a pervert because of it”m

“I mean, they're not wrong, are they?” He laughs, kissing your forehead before getting up, pulling you behind him so you two can shower.

After Namjoon cleans you (not without pressing you against the cold wall for a second round halfway through, not that you're complaining), you both lie in his bed. You're wearing one of his pajamas sets, the cuffs rolled up so it can fit you. You sigh happily with your nose pressed against his neck, feeling his scent again.

“So, how do you wanna go about this?” He finally says. You look up at him from your spot under his arms. “We tell our companies, right?”

You nod. “Of course we do. I don't think we should go public, not yet at least. But yeah, not telling our companies would be stupid, they can help protect us.”

He kisses the top of your head. “Okay, let's do it tomorrow. The boys already know, I guess, so you only have to tell your kids.”

You grin at him.”Somi is gonna call you dad just to get a kick out of it.”

He fake shudders. “Oh God.”

“Oh, yeah.” You lift yourself on your elbows, face lurking over his. “Can you rap on my song? Yoongi Oppa said your voice would fit.”

“Of course. But do you really have to call him Oppa? Are you two already this close?”

You kiss him. “Don't be jealous just because I'm friends with your friends too.”

He chuckles, so you settle again. Snuggling with him, you feel happier that you did in a very long time.

“Hey, are you scared?” his voice his quiet, but it's enough to bring you back from almost falling asleep.

You think about it for a second. “I'm not scared, I have you with me.”

His dimples are in their full glory as he smiles big at you, lips meeting yours again.

“Me too, angel. I'm not scared if we're together.”

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(a/n: ITS FINALLY DONE!!! i FINALLY FINISHED IT!!

I really took my time it with bascially because this is my first fic ever, and i dind’t want it to end. Hopefully i’ll be able to finally edit all the errors i’ve made throughout this history so it’s actually readable tlol

Anyways, I love Namjoon, and I’m a sucker for happy endings!Hmu if you spot any grammar mistakes, or just if you want to punck me for taking so long. Than you so much for reading this until now, ily!!!)

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It’s here, the giant Bronycon post!

As per usual I don’t usually make this many words ever so shit might be wonky. and also it was written over the course of a few days so things might not line up in the right order. Also, fair warning I get kinda weird and sentimental at the end there. Also I have no idea if tumblr will break the formatting real bad so heres hoping it doesn’t

Thursday We left early without much incident. Only a group of 4 this time. Me, Andy, his brother Justin, and Andy's girlfriend Sam who was coming in via plane.

It was a really easy journey. Even stopped at the one Speedway with the good hotdogs. I decided to tie a ribbon in my hair too, I always say I should do something more with it than just tie it back. So I figured I'd try it. We got to Baltimore in what felt like no time at all. We checked in and went to our rooms and waited for Sam. I fiddled with my little electric name badge thingy I bought last year. Got it to say my name and Bronycon 2018 with some hearts and sparkles. Once Sam got settled in, we all met back up to go to pre-reg. She and I were afraid we'd weird each other out but we ended up getting along great. We all went to pre-reg and picked up our badges. Then, after dropping our stuff off at the hotel we ventured back out into the inner harbor for food and hanging out. We opted not to go to Dick's this time, opting instead to go to Tir na Nog. Got my usual pub food. The Vodka cranberry (yes even though I planned on drinking later) and the plain cheese burger. I like to eat the same thing at all the places, because I think it's neat to see the same food through the different lenses of different restaurants. Tir na Nog in Baltimore is different than O'Toole's in Albany is different from Jack Astor's in Toronto. After that we went to the big Barnes and Noble and looked at books and stuff. Then we all went to that ice cream shop thats right next door. They sell tea apparently so I got a small one. Missed the regular size straws so I had a huge straw (Like a goddamn footlong) in a tiny cup (like 3 inches). We went to the bars in Fells point after that. We only got slightly lost, but we found it. We didn't register for the actual bar trot, cause you don't really have to to enjoy drinks. We went to the Dog's Watch Tavern first cause they usually have a good shot, which in this instance was a Pinkie Pie shot. Don't know what was in it but I had several. We went to the Admiral after that. It was the best as it usually is. I think I drank like, 4 of the Trixie, there was a Sunset Shimmer drink (But it was secretly the Applejack. I liked it anyway). And I had most of a Rainbow Dash drink. I must say, I absolutely adore the atmosphere at this bar. The bartender is great and clearly loves what he does. A couple people recognized me cause I sit in the same spot more or less every time, and the goggles that I wear. That was pretty neat. Got pretty drunk, decided to go back after that to prep for the next day. We got a little bit lost on the way back too, but it brought us by the CVS so I bought a couple boxes of PopTarts. We got back to the hotel and went to bed.

Friday

Tried to get up for opening but missed most of it. Caught the tail end of it though. Sleep deprivation got me, plus the buttload of alcohol didn't really help. Hung out in the harmony plaza til the apple family panel. There was a photoshoot that happened but there wasn't a ton of people there. Saw apple family VA panel. It was pretty funny. Went to the vendor hall and walked it to get the layout, I didn't want to just chaotically walk around and not know where anything was so I strictly just walked each isle in a pattern. Actually helped me remember where booths were. I spoke to an artist about getting a comission for a friend who couldn't make it. His slots were full for the day so I figured I'd come back Saturday. I bought an original piece from him, which was actually pretty cool. I then went to the comic booth. I am trying to get at very least the A and B covers for every comic, Plus I wanted first prints of the first issue mane 6 covers. I got the first prints of the two #1 issues I needed. Then I got invited to Jonny Rockets, and due to needing to finish something in the vendor hall it took me a little bit. My friends are cool and waited for me even though I went on one hell of a journey to get there. So I got out of the vendor hall which exited by the Hilton sky bridge. Figure, shit I'll just take the sky bridge on the opposite side so I go for it. Get out there, pass the other hotel (hyatt?) and what used to be a wide open plaza. (Now it's a parking lot). Realize the goddamn thing ends there and there is no way down (unless I went back through the convention center and all the way back around), and more of the bridge is missing. Figure I don't want to walk all the way back so I go through the hotel. No idea if I was supposed to go through that door cause it looks like there were unused decorations everywhere. Nobody stopped me so I made it out to the street. Realize I still have to walk to the corner to cross, but say fuck it and randomly cross in the middle to the street island thing. Then I almost died to a puddle walking on the sidewalk behind some food trucks. Caught myself though. Finally I get there and we hang out and get a burger. On our way back I managed to drop a Pokemon on the Bronycon gym. We went back to the vendor hall. Hung out and looked at stuff. Me an Sam went shopping for pillows. We each bought one, only the case though. Had no space to store the full whole thing.  We went to the whoves line pannel after that. It was really funny, especially the bit where they acted like the friendship map was a computer that got a ton of viruses and went to a "bad dragon" website. I am surprised I've never gone to it before. We went to Jimmy Johns for dinner and then dropped our stuff off at the hotel and headed to the palooza. The performances were great, although they somehow got super off schedule. I bought a Shake-Ups CD. I stayed until the end. I enjoy the palooza immensely, but those 2AM nights are rough. My legs end up being noodles and its a guarantee I won't get to bed until atleast 330. Which is about when I went to bed.

Saturday

Had a bit of a slow start but I wanted to speak to the artist about that comission for my friend who couldn't make it. Even though I was slow, I still got there early enough. The thing he wanted would have been too complex, so I came up with something I think he'll like. Then I went to the comic booth and figured out what I needed to complete the A and B covers for the main comic series. It was cool cause they just let me into the booth to look. I believe I've done it, I just have to add everything to my app to make sure. I ran out of space in my comic storage, so I only did the main series. Next year I will buy for the side series. (There is a lot less). As of typing this out, I found the shop's location. Only a 3 hour drive. Might make a trip of it so I don't have to worry about it at next year's con. Dunno. Met back up with Andy and Sam in vendor hall. We looked around before leaving to get food and make a hotel drop. We got lunch at the JJ before heading to the script reading panel with Tabitha. Usually they're pretty strict about recording at these. Usually one of the staff says something about my camera, but nobody said anything. Or mentioned not recording it at all. I wonder if anyone uploaded it. It was about the mane 6 and a convention called "boomycon" which was about an alt. universe Derpy as a comic character who rides a meteor or something. The comic characters crossed over into the regular universe and shenanigans ensued. It was pretty funny. After that we went back to vendor hall to check on something, and I bought another of those dang pillows, and these weird flow rings, plus some other small stuff, including some super fucking adorable chibi-ball plushie things of Fluttershy and Tempest (Pretty sure I posted pictures). We made a hotel drop and got food. We tried to get into the DIY pony plush making but ultimately the wait list was too long. At this point we went to the sky terrace thing. Apparently there was a wedding, which is really fucking cool! Then we just found some chairs to just kind of chill in. Justin had a mini-pizza that came in a mini-pizza box. We're just sitting there talking and some guy came up and leaned over. We all thougt maybe he had left something. Then we notice he's signing the empty pizza box? He then just says you're welcome and leaves. It took a second then we realized... It was MA Larson. Fucking hillarious. I went back to the hotel again, meeting up with a friend on the way back. Met back up with everyone else at the palooza after that.  Brought the rings I bought and was playing with them, while doing my awkward-ass flail dancing. A couple people thought they were cool which was neat. I really enjoyed all the performances. A cover of 500 miles happened, Eurobeat was fantastic. Great show. I caught a T-Shirt that was thrown. (Which never happens ever and even though it's a small size it still fits.) Again I stayed until 2 AM, got to bed about 330.

Sunday Sundays are usually always the chill day where not much happens. Woke up around the usual time and headed over to the vendor hall. I wandered and bought some last minute things (Pillow #3...). I met back with everyone else around noon. We spent most of day in vendor hall just hanging out. One thing I did, was get a comission of my pony OC. I've been wanting to for years, just to say I had so I finally did it. I'm looking forward to it. Also saw a little digital badges that you could store pictures in. After that we went to the fountains to hang out before lining up for closing ceremonies. They opened with a nifty performance by Step2Harmony. Some of the guests said their farewells before the con chairs started talking about the numbers, a little more than 5000 people. (I don't remmeber the exact number, might have been closer to 5600?). After that was a skit involving the mascots. Blank Canvas got accepted into an art school and Hoof Beatz was going on tour, and the date they were leaving was the end of August next year. They run off stage and Mane Event just stood there like "What about us... : (" Scene end. Sure enough, the con chairs came back out and annouced that next year is going to be a 4 day event instead of a 3 day event. They also anounced that next year is going to be the last Bronycon and that they are ending the event in 2019. You could feel the moment where everybody's hearts broke. There were a lot of people crying. I was pretty choked up too, and I'm honestly not sure how I kept myself together. We walked back to the hotel. While we were waiting for the elevators, you could tell the mood was pretty sombre. Dropped off my bag and went back down to the lobby to wait for Andy and Sam. We all headed down to the inner harbor to go to Bubba Gumps. We had a hour and a half wait, that we spent hanging out in the harbor and the pavillion. One of them seemed to be closed this year. They seem to get smaller and smaller each year. Bubba Gumps as always was fantastic. I got the usual Shrimper's Heaven. Even got to eat the shrimp that Sam didn't eat. Bonus shrimp! Spent 60$ on my check and regret nothing. We went back to the hotel with the intent of playing some Shipfic in the one banquet room the hotel usually has open, which we did! Another group played the pony movie which was neat. We also saw an Insomnia Cookies down in Fells Point so we decided to order some. It took a little more than an hour. But I got the call and they showed up to the hotel and handed me a very warm box. The cookies were fantastic. Every bit worth the wait. I think I have one somewhere relatively close to my home but I'm nowhere near the delivery radius. Probably a good thing because I would go broke buying cookies. They're pretty awesome. Some guy had also had a baby skunk! No idea how he pulled that off or how the hotel was cool with it but it was really cute. Once the movie ended most of the people left. After that we went back to our rooms. Me and Sam got a group picture of all the pillows we bought. I packed most of my stuff after that and went to bed.

Monday.

Woke up, got the car all packed and cleared the rooms pretty quick. We had thought to do some other stuff, but we really didn't have time. Instead we went to Tir na nog and just hung out until we had to leave. Any day you can be mildly drunk before noon and have it not be a problem is a good day. We dropped Sam off at the airport after saying our goodbyes. We hit the road after that and started our journey home. Which was honestly fairly uneventful. No one's windsheild broke. No one's catalytic converter got stolen. We made a couple of stops but nothing really interesting. Got home way earlier than I'm used to. Like 5:30-6PM. And then I realized, Bed, Bath and Beyond was still open. So I drove out there to get the actual pillows for the pillow cases. Found the exact ones the guy at the booth I bought them from. They were on sale, so they were only 20$. Then I had the fun time of fitting 3 hugeass pillows in my really tiny car. Got back home and finished unpacking.  

Conclude:

I had a really good time this year. It was very a relaxing trip and I enjoyed spending time with everybody. It never quite feels long enough. I didn't make any real attempt at cosplaying this year. Just didn't really feel into it. I did wear my Sylveon ears that were given to me by a friend though. And I had my goggles, which are just kind of a thing now I guess. I tied a blue ribbon in my hair too. I never do anything with it and I guess I decided now was the time. I think I'm going to do that more often from now on. Next, I am beyond incredibly sad that next year is the last one. Bronycon has been one of the big things I look forward to doing each year. It's easily been one of the best cons I've ever been to. The atmosphere was great, the staff was great. The con ending will also mark the end of a 12 year tradition for me of going down to Baltimore for a con. The only year I wasn't able to go to was 2010 because there was just no way I was going to be able to swing it. Aside from that, I went to Otakon from 2006 until 2012. I had honestly kinda burned out on that though and wasn't sure if I was gonna go back, but it would be shortly after returning from the 2012 Otakon, Bronycon announced that they were gonna move to the Baltimore Convention Center in 2013. Some other friends were interested in going, and since I knew the area so well, we decided to go for it. I went every year after that. Hell, it's how I ended up meeting Andy (which is a pretty funny story all on it's own), it's also how I ended up recconecting with another friend of mine from way back in the day as well as others. There were good times and adventures to be had outside the Con as well. Bubba Gumps, the bar trot in Fells Point(that goddamn Trixie drink, looked like something I'd never have been able to drink, but it is easily my favorite alcoholic drink that has ever existed. I really hope I can get the recipe next year), the bigass barnes and noble, the aquarium, the pavillion. It seems like every year it gets better and I've never felt bored of it or burned out. I am going to miss this immensely, I suppose I'll have to find another con to go to, or atleast other adventures to have but one thing is for sure, I'm never going to forget any of this. All the good times that we've had, or this big thing I've been a part of or this place that has brought me so much joy over the years.

(Once next year ends and I walk out of that convention center for the last time, I am going to be a complete goddamn mess. It's going to be a terrible day for rain...)

Also, though I don't know if you'll ever read it, as I don't think we've spoken in several years now, to the person who convinced me to go to that first Otakon back in '06, Thank you. For introducing me to this place, and setting off a real wacky series of adventures. I don't know if any of this would have happened if you hadn't convinced me to come down here all those years ago. Once again, thank you, and I hope you're doing well.

tl;dr Good fuckin' con, but Pete fuckin' sad.

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At least I got you in my bed. - Fanfic Exchange

written for: @thirst-for-math-daddy Part of the Smosh Valentine’s Day Fanfic Exchange - please note this account is not the person who wrote this fic. Check back within the next day for the author reveal. Title: At least I got you in my bed. Pairing: Courtney Miller/Olivia Sui, Shayne Topp/Damien Haas (background) Rating: General Summary: the squad takes a rest from a road trip at a motel. All it takes is one bed to make the magicSmall author’s note: the parts that are like ‘this’ are Olivia’s thoughts. I hope you like it!!

1:47 am It was the third day of the trip. The squad: Olivia, Courtney, Noah, Keith, Shayne +Damien, had all taken two vacation weeks off and went on a road trip. Normally they’d spend vacations separately since they always saw each other every day, but lately they’d been feeling some distance between one another and they wanted to fix that (except Damien, he was just along for the ride). They noticed that they didn’t talk as much, laugh as much or even hang out as much as used to. Ian noticed it too when Keith and Olivia got into an actual argument during a script writing session. They didn’t make jokes like they usually did. It was unsettling and made the room feel empty. With tension being high and chemistry being low, Ian decided to give them two weeks off but it was more like a retreat that people go to when they want to rebuild friendships and relationships. There were enough videos that they didn’t have to worry about filming for a while so it was perfect. Joe gave them a nice spending budget for various necessities and activities and they were sent off. They were given the task of driving to as many states as they could in that timespan and collect an item from those states each. -
After taking turns driving (with the exception of Keith), everyone was too exhausted and they all agreed to find a hotel or motel to spend the night in. They took the nearest exit and found a motel. Noah and Keith walked in first because they were the most tired and didn’t feel like waiting for everyone else.
Then the remaining four walked in. Damien checked in a room for him and Shayne to share and it was the girls turn. “Hi, a room with two beds please.”, Courtney said in a way that was way too chipper for almost 2 am. The lady at the desk was older and had a very inconvenienced look on her face. She had a lit cigarette in one hand that was stained from her dark red lipstick and a pen in the other. She took a long drag without breaking eye contact and exhaled deeply. She peered over at her log book and then back at Courtney and then Olivia, and then back at Courtney who now was visibly growing annoyed by how long it was taking the woman to give them their room. All she wanted was a shower and sleep. “Sorry hun,” she finally spoke, in a raspy voice most likely caused by the cigarettes, “there’s only one room left and it has one bed.” “Oh, that’s okay, that’s no problem, right Olivia?” Courtney looked over at Olivia, who looked like a deer caught in headlights. “Right! Absolutely no problem at all, whatsoever!!”. She gave two thumbs up and then turned around to “pick up their bags”, but in reality to hide her very red face. It was a problem to share a bed. A REALLY big problem. The act of sharing a whole bed with the person you have romantic feelings for and the other person not knowing about the way you feel is an absolutely Gigantic problem. It was a problem but also wow she’s going to share a bed with Courtney. It would be a chance to become even closer, even though she wished it was something more. Damien and Shayne, who for some reason were still there, spoke up. “Actually Courtney, we can switch with you guys if you want. I know how you like your space when you sleep”, Damien offered. “Oh Damien that’s really nice of you I’d lik-” “NO BACK OFF THE ROOMS OURS”, interrupted Olivia. Everyone looked at Olivia who was now even more red because of her outburst. Olivia covered her face with their luggage. It was going to be a long night. -
 After everyone was settled in their rooms, Courtney immediately went into the bathroom which was surprisingly not absolutely disgusting like other motel bathrooms portrayed on tv. While she took a shower, Olivia changed her clothes and flopped onto the bed. She turned on the tv and started flipping through the channels. Time passed and Olivia was lightly sleeping when she jolted awake to see the steam release from the bathroom as Courtney stepped out. She looked angelic with messy, tousled, wet hair and a refreshed expression. She dried her hair as she walked over to her suitcase. Olivia just followed her with her gaze. She looked so beautiful that Olivia even shed a tear. Then Courtney walked up and laid next to Olivia. “What are we watching?” “I dunno, some old timey movie in Spanish, I can’t tell what they’re saying but it looks intense” “Cool! Hey, do you think Shayne and Damien have a thing together?” Olivia looked at Courtney, her inquiry taking her by surprise. “What do you mean?” “I mean, I know that they been friends for forever and have probably shared a bed before, back when they were both ‘starving artists’ or whatever but tonight was really weird. Damien seemed way too eager to switch with us and share a bed with Shayne. Or maybe he’s the one with feelings and Shayne doesn’t know anything about it and he just wants to get closer. Ya know?” That last part struck a nerve in Olivia. Courtney literally just called her out but she just didn’t know it. ‘How are you literally about to sit there and actually call me out like this??? HOW DID YOU KNOW ABOUT ME HAVING FEELINGS??? WHO TOLD YOU?? Was it Noah?? I knew I shouldn’t have told him. He can’t even commit to a single hair color, much less to committing to keep a secret.’ Olivia pushed her thoughts away and played it cool. “Yeah that was pretty odd. Maybe there is something there but also maybe not. Who can ever be sure?”, she shrugged and turned back to the tv, hoping that Courtney would forget the situation and not enquire anything else about anyone’s behavior in the reception area. “Actually, now that I think about it…” ‘Oh no’ “you seemed pretty eager to share a bed also” ‘PLAY DUMB!!!’ “W-what do you mean are you talking about? I wasn’t eager, was just….ready to get outta there. The lady was freaking me out and I just wanted to leave. Of course I’d NEVER want to share bed with YOU. Yikes ha ha!” Courtney looked hurt. “…oh” ‘CRAP! WHAT DID YOU DO?? FIX IT!!! Wait, what did that “oh” mean?? Did SHE want to share bed with me?? Does she have feelings?? For me?? Oh no I stayed quiet for too long.’ Courtney turned on her side facing away from Olivia. She was upset because of the words Olivia said and now just wanted to sleep. She closed her eyes and hoped to forget what happened for a while. “Hey, that all came out in a wrong way. I didn’t mean to say that like that. Actually I didn’t mean any of that. Of course I’d love to share bed with you. You’re my best friend and my favorite person at the office. I’d love to share a bed and so much more than that. I know we’re already close but it’s not enough for me. I want more. I need more.” Olivia looked over at the blonde who was sound asleep. She was even more beautiful when she slept. She sighed. How did she manage to fall in love with the one person she absolutely wasn’t supposed to? Why couldn’t she fall in love with literally anyone else at the office? Why Courtney? “I’m sorry”, she spoke, after a few moments of silence. “I’m sorry that I said those mean things, I didn’t mean any of it. You know I love you so much. We say it all the time but I really do love you, a lot. I love you in a different way than you love me though. You love me as a friend, coworker and sometimes roommate, while I love you as all of those things but also as a ‘i wish you were my girlfriend’ way. I love you in a ‘i want to hold you and kiss you’ kind of way’. I love you in a ‘It hurts my heart that I could never be with you in the way that I want to’ kind of way” Olivia was softly crying at this point. She, unexpectedly started pouring out her feelings to the woman she loved with all of her heart. She sat up and away from her sleeping beauty and cried harder but still just as quiet so she wouldn’t wake her. Suddenly Olivia felt a hand on her shoulder. She turned around to see Courtney’s face, which was covered in tear streaks. Olivia stood up startled and stared at Courtney terrified. Oh god, what did she do?? “Olivia I-“ Olivia bolted out the door. - 
“OOF!” She crashed into something hard and fell. It was Shayne. “Hey woah slow down, you’re gonna crash into someone hot and fall”, he said smugly. ‘Barf’ “Ha ha, real funny.” Shayne held out a hand and helped her up. “So why are you running? Is there a killer? Are you a killer and running away from your crime?” Olivia looked at him and he saw her red and now puffy eyes. His expression changed and so did his playful tone to stern and concerned. “What happened?” Now he was really worried about a killer. Olivia proceeded to tell him everything and as she told him everything, his mouth curled up into a smile. “Why are you smiling like the grinch?” “I know something real funny that’s gonna make your suffering look real insignificant” ‘Excuse me?? What the hell does he think he is? Make my suffering look insignificant?? I swear to god I’m going to punch him in his gross, smug face. “Tell me real quick what you know because Shayne, I spilled my very important feelings for the second time tonight and I don’t need you demeaning me. I know we banter but that’s too far to call my suffering insignificant.” She felt her eyes stinging from tears, except these were mad. “Okay slow your roll there peanut, I didn’t mean to make you feel gross that was so far from my intentions.” He cupped her face and looked in the eyes, “Go back to Courtney, and please talk to her. Please Olivia, for once listen to me and go do what I’m telling you.” He kissed her in the forehead, turned her around and sent her off. “Goodbye little one! Go on and be happy!” - Shayne waited for Olivia’s door to close. “Psst! Damien! The coast is clear!” “Oh man that was close.” The boys laughed and then embraced each other again. They began making out and then went behind the old vending machines. - Olivia walked back into her room and saw Courtney laying on the bed. “Hey…” Courtney turned around and stood up. “Hey.” “Sorry I ran out like that, I was just freaked out. I didn’t think you could hear me. I’m sorry, I know that you don’t feel that same probably and I’m totally okay I just-“ Courtney kissed Olivia. She kissed like she’d never kissed anyone before. Olivia was briefly in shock but her lips quickly responded back. There’s was fire between them. Passion. They looked at each other and they both felt like they were in a dream. Neither could believe that they felt the same things all along. They laid together on the bed, embracing each other, kissing, and looking into each other’s eyes. In that order. During one of those cycles, Courtney stopped kissing abruptly and and looked serious. “What happened? What’s wrong? Did I do something?” “No, actually it’s me. I did something, or more like I didn’t do something.” She sat up. “Olivia Sui, do you want to be my girlfriend?” Olivia silently screamed with delight. “YES! YES! I DO!” - The girls spent the rest of the night tangled into each other and enjoying one another’s embrace. Olivia smiled to herself as she was dozing off. If it was only a shared bed that would’ve given her what she desired, she would’ve found a way to make it happen sooner.

[denialofspoon]

all the asks

Mmmmmboy I’m lazy but also I love attention so ty anon!

Spotify, SoundCloud, or Pandora? 

Spotify! Pandora sucks and SC got to ad-heavy.

is your room messy or clean?

messy ;_;

what color are your eyes?

Brown

do you like your name? why?

It’s nothing fancy, but I feel like it suits me pretty well, so I like it.

what is your relationship status?

@nottootypical and I have been together for over 2 years now lol

describe your personality in 3 words or less

Witty, driven, creative

what color hair do you have?

Brown-auburn… Also my beard is orange lol

what kind of car do you drive? color?

Silver VW Jetta

where do you shop?

Amazon mostly, also a local outdoor mall. Clothes in my size are tricky to find.

how would you describe your style?

Hipster with accents of streetwear. “Shitty SoundCloud DJ” I guess? lmao

favorite social media account

This one! I love being anonymous enough to be honest. Plus y’all are super nice to me.

what size bed do you have?

Honestly I don’t remember. Full?

any siblings?

Two! They’re very different from me but we’re close.

if you can live anywhere in the world where would it be? why?

I’ve been around and honestly, Austin represents the greatest opportunity for my dreams… Plus it feels like home! I’d love to be able to travel when I wanted to. Would love to spend some time in Reykjavik.

favorite snapchat filter?

That one with the pug! It’s so unsettling!

favorite makeup brand(s)

Don’t wear the stuff, but @nottootypical‘s Urban Decay palettes are awesome!

how many times a week do you shower?

7-9. I need to be cleeeeean

favorite tv show?

Twin Peaks! I’m hype af for the reboot!

shoe size?

American 10.5

how tall are you?

5′10″/180cm

sandals or sneakers?

Sneakers

do you go to the gym?

Not lately. As soon as the semester ends I’m jumping back in.

describe your dream date

We eat like 3 pounds of steak, sit quietly and hold hands, pet like 20 dogs at once, and then get launched into the void of space with all those dogs and start a dog colony on the moon.

how much money do you have in your wallet at the moment?

$100 in cash.

what color socks are you wearing?

Black

how many pillows do you sleep with?

2 personally. In total we sleep with like 50 because Alisa is a pillow hoarder.

do you have a job? what do you do?

I’m an analyst/consultant. 

how many friends do you have?

Several? I dunno the quantity. I have maybe 7 or 8 friends, 3 very dear ones.

whats the worst thing you have ever done?

That I’m comfortable telling the internet? Uh, awhile back I let a breakup get the better of me and turned into a pretty toxic, unpleasant person for a few months. I’m pretty sorry I put everyone through seeing me like that.

whats your favorite candle scent?

It’s super basic but I enjoy vanilla/gingerbread scents.

3 favorite boy names

I honestly don’t know

3 favorite girl names

^^^

favorite actor?

Leonardo DiCaprio or Mahershala Ali. Both are brilliant.

favorite actress?

Marion Cotillard is super underappreciated IMO

who is your celebrity crush?

Chris Evans holy shit dude

favorite movie?

Interstellar. I don’t think I’ve ever had another movie fill me with so much wonder or make me feel such a wide range of emotions. I’m also really partial to space operas tho don’t mind me

do you read a lot? whats your favorite book?

I used to read a lot. Less since college. I look forward to returning to reading for pleasure. I really love the Witcher Saga or the Silmarillion.

money or brains?

Brains can beget money.

do you have a nickname? what is it?

Nope!

how many times have you been to the hospital?

5? I think?

top 10 favorite songs

In no particular order:

Shelter- Porter Robinson & Madeon

Pay No Mind- Madeon & Passion Pit

Do I Wanna Know? -Arctic Monkeys

Empty Threat- CHVRCHES

Paper Boats- Darren Korb & Ashley Barrett

Gold Dust Woman- Fleetwood Mac

Running in the Night- FM-84

Everlong- Foo Fighters

Let Them Feel Your Heartbeat- A Silent Film

Destination Unknown- Scandroid

do you take any medications daily?

Nope. I’m occasionally on treatments for asthma or a digestive condition.

what is your skin type? (oily, dry, etc)

Dry, but really reactive and can get oily quickly.

what is your biggest fear?

Dying without leaving a mark on the world. I want people to remember me.

how many kids do you want?

Currently 0. If I have kids, probably 2. I feel like having a sibling is an important part of growing up.

whats your go to hair style?

Somewhere between an undercut and a pompadour. 

what type of house do you live in? (big, small, etc)

A small apartment.

who is your role model?

My friends, honestly. I feel like they’re always showing me new ways to improve and kind of exude goodness and ambition.

what was the last compliment you received?

Alisa said I was cute :>

what was the last text you sent?

“ayy lmao”

how old were you when you found out santa wasn’t real?

6ish.

what is your dream car?

Maserati’s Birdcage Concept. It looks like it’s from the future.

opinion on smoking?

Filthy, harmful habit. I worry for my friends who smoke.

do you go to college?

Only for one more week! I’m 15 class hours and a few exams away from a BBA!

what is your dream job?

CEO of a tech company. I want the power and influence to make the world better, and I want to be able to make devices that improve lives.

would you rather live in rural areas or the suburbs?

This is super hard for me. I grew up in a rural area and I love being out in nature, but it can be so dull. I suppose suburbs to be closer to the city, but eventually I’ll need to escape.

do you take shampoo and conditioner bottles from hotels?

yeah lol

do you have freckles?

Yep!

do you smile for pictures?

Yeah, just to counteract my RBF

how many pictures do you have on your phone?

Like maybe 20. Android phone quality.

have you ever peed in the woods?

So many times

do you still watch cartoons?

Yeah lol

do you prefer chicken nuggets from Wendy’s or McDonalds?

Wendy’s hands down.

Favorite dipping sauce?

If salsa doesn’t count, honey mustard.

what do you wear to bed?

Underwear/nothing. I gotta be free man.

have you ever won a spelling bee?

Yep!

what are your hobbies?

I write, draw/paint, make music, and I have a few coding projects on the side. I take a lot of joy from the act of creation.

can you draw?

See above!

do you play an instrument?what was the last concert you saw?

I play trumpet and bass guitar. The last concert I was at was a music festival. Pretty Lights Live was probably the coolest act, but I wasn’t super impressed with anything.

tea or coffee

Decaf tea.

Starbucks or Dunkin Donuts?

Starbucks

do you want to get married?

Yes I do!

what is your crush’s first and last initial?

AY lmao

are you going to change your last name when you get married?

Nah m8

what color looks best on you?

Grey is my go-to. Also dark blue.

do you miss anyone right now?

Yep!

do you sleep with your door open or closed?

Closed.

do you believe in ghosts?

I have some thoughts, but no definite answer.

what is your biggest pet peeve?

People who don’t consider other people in their actions or decisions. If you can’t handle seeing the world from someone else’s perspective, shut up and sit down.

last person you called`

Alisa!

favorite ice cream flavor?

Orange blossom!

regular oreos or golden oreos

Regular

chocolate or rainbow sprinkles?

Chocolate!

what shirt are you wearing?

A Saint Pablo Tour shirt. Mahhhsanoonah.

what is your phone background?

Snowy mountaintops! 

are you outgoing or shy?

I’m so heckin shy

do you like it when people play with your hair?

y e s

do you like your neighbors?

Nah they’re pretty dumb. I don’t hate em, but I prefer they leave me alone.

do you wash your face? at night? in the morning?

Yes, at night.

have you ever been high?

lol ye :~)

have you ever been drunk?

l o l  y e : ~ )

last thing you ate?

I made a peanut butter/coconut ice cream shake. It was amazing.

favorite lyrics right now

“If I could try a little harder, I would succeed/I’d rather give up and be happy” is super sad but pretty to me, idk

summer or winter?

Winter.

day or night?

Night!

dark, milk, or white chocolate?

Dark as a moonless night!

favorite month?

November is top.

what is your zodiac sign

Libra af

who was the last person you cried in front of?

Alisa pretty much exclusively over the past 3 years. I’m not super good at crying tbh

Thank u for asking me so many things and helping me put off doing work anon! We’re friends now, u and I!

[noblegambit]

Pocket Sized - Chapter 3

I wanna try and make Wednesday/Thursday weekly updates a thing, but if you know me... well, I guess we’ll see how much we can keep it up before it inevitably falls apart.

Also, if you haven’t seen it already, I gave Nalciel a sneak peak and she drew fanart for it!!! Check it out if you haven’t already!

Feedback appreciated, please enjoy!

Ao3, Chapter 1, 2, 3

Keith is watching Lance nibble on a piece of crust, grinning and savoring it like it’s the first time he has ever tasted pizza. He’s sitting cross-legged on his desk, back reclined a little against a small stack of books, and at first glance Lance could almost be mistaken as an action figure, except for the tiny sounds of pleasure that slip through his lips as he chews, and when he sometimes wiggles to readjust himself.

“Oh my god I thought I’d never eat pizza again,” he sings.

Keith takes a bite of his own slice and goes back to his homework. “It’s not that good.”

“You know those videos where someone cooks like, the world’s smallest burger?” Lance asks through another mouthful. “I could totally eat that burger. Cause I’m the world’s smallest human!”

“You’re really taking this shrinking thing well, aren’t you.”

“Hey man, I gotta adapt. I’m sure shrinking has its benefits. Like, what if you need someone to crawl through a really small space?”

“Would you even do something like that if I asked?”

“Got me there.”

Keith glances at Lance again. “You’re sure you don’t want to tell anyone else?”

Lance glares; the answer to that question should be quite obvious to someone like Keith. “I’m totally sure. There’s no way that this guy is becoming a lab experiment.”

Keith sits back in his chair and pulls his phone from his pocket. He pulls up the keypad and places the device flat on the desk next to Lance’s knee. “Call them.”

Lance lowers his crust. “No.”

“I’ll even set it to anonymous.”

Keith does so. Lance turns his face away like a stubborn child; if he can’t see it, it’s not there.

Lance wants to call his parents, he really does. He wants nothing more than to run into their arms and apologize profusely for running out on them. But he can’t exactly do that anymore. Not in his current state, anyway. He slowly turns back and looks at the phone, extends a hand as if to dial and then decides against it.

What was he supposed to tell them? Hey mom, hey dad, sorry I didn’t come home last night, I got shrunk to two inches tall and I’m living with ex-best friend Keith so don’t worry about me!

“Well you gotta tell your folks something at least,” Keith argues, as if reading Lance’s mind. “Do you really want to be put on the side of a milk carton?”

Lance lowers his head. “No….”

“I imagine you don’t.”

Lance examines his tiny hands, eyebrows turned upward in a nervous frown. “What am I going to do, Keith?”

Keith doesn’t have an answer for that.

Lance bends his fingers, makes the Vulcan gesture, curls his hands into fists and back again, all the time watching his tendons at work beneath his skin. No, he definitely can’t show himself to his parents like this. But Keith has a point; he can’t just vanish on them like this, that’s not fair. Lance wants more than anything to go home, but… he just can’t. He can’t make them suffer.

But he also can’t make them worry.

Lance gathers his resolve. “Don’t leave,” he murmurs.

Keith glances over. “What was that?”

“I’m going to call my parents,” Lance says. “But just… sit right there. I don’t wanna do it by myself.”

Keith seems to understand Lance’s hesitation to be alone. He was a social creature by habit, and when his older siblings started going away to college, getting married, and not doting on him constantly, Lance had to seek out other forms of attention and company. For a while that had been Keith, but after their… falling out, Lance had turned to soccer and relied heavily on Pidge and Hunk for their company.

Keith pulls out his phone again and sets it to anonymous. Lance leans over the screen and taps his fist against the keypad to dial. The big white numbers that glare up at him when he finishes, his home phone number (his father is old-fashioned) make Lance hesitate. One hand hovers over the green call button, and Lance instinctively turns to look up at Keith for support. His… landlord (“friend” still seems a bit too heavy of a word between them) just nods encouragingly.

Lance swallows and delicately presses the button, turning it on speakerphone for good measure. The phone dials. Lance can feel his heart crawling in his throat; he hasn’t planned this out; what is he going to say???

“Hello?” A voice answers. Chloe’s. “I’m sorry, but we are a little busy so if you can call back later…”

“It’s me,” Lance eeks out.

“Lance!?”

There’s the sound of scrambling on the other end, and Lance can imagine his parents shooting up from their chairs to crowd the phone.

“Lance? Lance, is that you!?”

“Lance honey are you okay where are you come home right now…”

His parents talk over themselves, and Lance smiles to himself. “I’m fine,” he manages over the hubbub. “I’m just…”

“Lance, where are you!?” his mother demands, and Lance feels a stab in his chest at the hurt and relief in her voice. Keith was right; Lance should have called earlier.

“I’m okay,” Lance says. “I’m just… um…”

He glances to Keith for ideas, but the other boy just shrugs. God, if I could hit him in the face with a soccer ball.

Soccer.

The tryouts!

“I’m in the city!” Lance improvises.

“The city!?” his father shouts. “What the hell are you doing there?”

“The Voltron Lions tryouts,” Lance says, and he’s getting the hang of this. “I went to the tryouts. I just really wanted to do it and I hopped a bus…”

“Lance Alejandro Sanchez!” his father shouts, and Lance flinches at his full name, almost falling backwards from the volume.

“Just trust me,” Lance continues once his father takes a moment to breathe. “I’ll get on the team and prove that I can do this!”

Lance hopes his lie is convincing; there’s no way he could get on a pro soccer team when he’s smaller than the ball itself.

His father is still raging, but Lance isn’t sure how much more of this conversation he can carry out before the questions start getting too specific. He doesn’t have a hotel number or anything, and his lie would be revealed quicker than he needed it to. But with luck, there would be no need for the lie to be revealed at all.

“Anyway I just wanted you guys to know I’m okay and not to worry about me! I’ll be home soon! Bye!”

“Lance! At least give us the phone number of the ho-!”

Click.

It takes a couple slaps on the phone screen and a well-placed stomp of the foot before the touch screen registers the pressure and hangs up. Lance sits back on his knees, hands curled into fists in his lap and head hanging low.

Lance is exhausted after only a short conversation, but he feels a weight lifted off his chest. He hadn’t realized how much of a burden it was on his chest, to have that phone call hanging over his head. Now that it was over, Lance feels less stressed; but only a little.

“That wasn’t so bad, was it?” Keith is saying as he takes his phone back.

“That was terrible,” Lance says instead. “But thanks for making me do it.”

Keith smiles. “I know your parents appreciate it, Lance Alejandro –”

Lance glares, and Keith smirks back.

They drift into silence. At some point, Keith gets up and starts getting ready for bed. Lance observes silently, trying and failing miserably to look away. But what Keith doesn’t know won’t hurt him. Keith is reaching for the towel slung lazily over a chair when it occurs to Lance: “Um, Keith?”

“Hm?”

“Where am I supposed to shower? Also, where am I going to sleep?”

Keith blinks, like he hasn’t thought of that either. “I dunno.”

Lance crosses his arms. “I spent the night in a giant storm and I’m covered in dirt. I need a shower, pronto. And I don’t care where I sleep but I am not cuddling on your bed.”

Keith gets a stricken look. “I wasn’t going to suggest it!”

“I’d probably get suffocated under your mullet.”

Keith reaches for his hair instinctively, his expression defensive. “I said I wasn’t going to suggest it.”

“Then what do you suggest?”

Keith thinks for a minute and then lowers his hand for Lance to step into. Lance obliges, and slips rather uncomfortably into the deep pockets of Keith’s pajama pants. The smell of fabric softener is masked by an overwhelming stench of Keith and Lance has to plug his nose to keep from suffocating. His vision is colored red from the light filtering through the maroon fabric.

He grips onto the pocket for support as Keith starts walking; he can feel every brush of his leg as he moves, and Lance is going to make sure he is never in a pants pocket again. Keith has apparently gone downstairs and into the kitchen, collecting something that sounds like a bowl? He says a few words to Shiro that are too muffled for Lance to hear, and then there’s a snap of a closing door, click of a lock.

Lance knows he’s never going to get over the sight of a giant hand reaching down towards him from above. No, Lance does not like it at all. Keith seems to give him some room though, and thankfully doesn’t grip Lance around the middle. Rather, he stops and waits for Lance to grab one of his fingers before lifting him out of the pocket and onto what Lance sees is the bathroom sink counter.

“You don’t even have lotion in here?”

Keith eyes him strangely as he prepares a small bowl and a kitchen rag. “Lotion?”

“Yes, lotion! It takes work to get my skin this smooth! I’m going to need at least a bottle.”

“One thing at a time, please,” Keith groans. “Anyway, this will have to do for now.” He turns the shower on and waits until the water is warm before sliding the bowl beneath the spray. “Can’t exactly have you falling down the drain.”

“Thanks for the vote of confidence, Keith.”

Keith glares. “I can pour this out right now…”

Lance takes it back quickly.

Keith occupies himself with slicing a small corner off the bar of soap while Lance slides out of his pants and clambers into the makeshift bathtub. Lance lets out a sigh as the warm water engulfs him to the neck, and dunks his head into the water. He can feel the dirt and sweat flaking from his body, and he had never been happier to get clean. He comes up for air and smoothes his hair back so it’s out of his eyes. Lance accepts the soap offered to him and applies it delicately to his skin. “This is perfect,” he sighs happily.

“This is insane,” Keith mutters to himself.

“No more insane than taking a bath in a cereal bowl, but I’ll give you one,” Lance says. “You’re the one who has to act like it’s completely normal.”

“This is totally not normal.”

“Taking a shower isn’t normal? No wonder you smell weird. When was the last time you washed those pants?”

“Oh my god –”

“Keith? Who are you talking to?”

Keith chokes as Shiro’s voice comes sliding under the door. Lance freezes, and exchanges a quick look with Keith.

“N-no one,” Keith manages. “Just… talking to myself.”

“Okaaay…” Shiro says, somewhat disbelievingly, but what else could he believe? As far as he knew, he and Keith were the only people living in the house. Keith and Lance wait until Shiro’s shadow moves away before letting out respective breaths.

“My turn,” Keith says, and reaches behind his back to tug his t-shirt off.

Lance swallows and pretends to be occupied with bathing, the heat of the bath making his cheeks warm. Although, Lance isn’t sure why he’d be so self-conscious around shirtless Keith. He himself still had yet to procure a shirt his size and had been shirtless all day; apparently all of Keith’s dolls (“Action figures,” Keith insisted) had irremovable shirts. Lance knew he had a good-looking body, and wasn’t self-conscious about it. Keith wasn’t distracted by Lance state of half-undress, so why should Lance be about Keith?

I guess all that kendo pays off… Lance guiltily thinks, before snapping himself out of it. People aren’t allowed to ogle their ex-best-friend-turned-landlord.

Thankfully, the boys’ showers are quick, and they are both clean and refreshed, back in Keith’s room with Shiro none the wiser. Their next problem comes in the form of Lance’s sleeping arrangements. Keith makes do by cutting to top off of a tissue box, then stuffing it with a small dishrag wrapped in tissue. Lance watches Keith work with a small grin, dangling his legs off the edge of the desk and reclining on the palm of his hands.

Once Keith supplies a pillow and blanket made of folded handkerchief, Lance shouts in glee and throws himself onto his new bed. “Oh my gooood this is ah-mazing!” he croons, and lays flat on his stomach, arms and legs stretched as far as they can go. Lance is a tall kid (tall by magically-shrunken-people standards) and pleased to find that the tissue box bed is a perfect fit.

Lance picks his head up enough so he can thank Keith. The other boy looks slightly pleased with himself, until he remembers that he’s supposed to be annoyed at this arrangement. It makes for an interesting picture, and Lance lets out a snort.

“What?” Keith grunts.

“Your face.”

Keith rolls his eyes and sits on his bed, pulling his laptop into his lap. Lance arranges himself comfortably in his new bed, watching Keith closely. He’s engrossed in whatever he has on his screen, and isn’t paying Lance any attention. Lance can feel the exhaustion from the day’s events creeping into his bones, and he starts to drift off.

“Hey, Keith…”

“What now?”

“This is our first sleepover…”

Keith drops his eyes a little. “Yeah.”

“I think this is the first time I’ve even been in your room. We were always playing at my house.”

Keith shrugs like it’s no big deal. “You’re the only person besides Shiro who’s been in here.”

“I feel special,” Lance smiles into his pillow.

Keith grunts in acknowledgement and continues what he is doing.

Lance is two seconds from falling asleep. “Keith.”

“Go to sleep, Lance.”

“Thanks.”

It catches Keith off guard, and Lance manages to hear a small “You’re welcome,” before he’s drifting off.

Lance must have fallen asleep for a bit, because when he wakes up, Keith is asleep, slouched down against his pillows with his laptop still resting on his lap, the screen dark. The light in the room is still on, and Lance can’t see a clock from his bed, but he can see Keith’s face.

It looks better when he’s asleep. More relaxed, not so much of the tension that sometimes is present between his eyebrows. Lance adjusts himself a little and continues to just watch Keith sleep. "He has long eyelashes," Lance sleepily observes. Lance remembers a time when Keith was a short, kind of pudgy kid, and now he had grown into sharp features and a strong jaw, and was no longer the kid that got beat up protecting Lance from bullies in elementary school.

After their fall out, Lance had grown to accept that he and Keith would eventually go their separate ways, probably never talk to each other until they were both married at their ten-year high school reunion. Never in his wildest imaginations – and Lance had quite a wild imagination – had he seen himself sleeping in a tissue-box bed in Keith’s room. Funny, how life turns out that way.

Lance closes his eyes again, and sleeps soundly through the rest of the night, torn between wanting to become normal again or stay just as he is, so he can hold onto this connection with Keith, if only for a little while longer.