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wonderlustlucas · 5 years ago

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four - hwang hyunjin

⇢ prompt They say good things come in fours. Who? Couldn’t tell you, but they especially do during Christmas. Maybe that’s just Saint Nick. ⇢ pairing hyunjin x female reader ⇢ word count 11.7k ⇢ genre fluff ⇢ warnings swearing. mentions of alcohol & s e x. teenagerz being teenagerz. insane amount of fluff & stupidity. kind of ends w a smutty cliffhanger. ⇢ summary After suppressing how you felt about Hyunjin back in high school, you thought you were done going back on your feelings. Turns out, a little time apart, the spirit of Christmas, and an accidental nap is the perfect cocktail for falling in love with your best friend.—friends to lovers!au ⇢ a/n hello & merry christmas! here is a gift for you all on this very merry day. also, thank you for 1,000 followers! that in itself is one of the best presents i could ask for. thank you for all your kindness & support on my blog & for following me in the first place! it truly means so much to me. i hope you enjoy reading! ♥︎

big tiddy jinny🍯🧸🌟🖇[now] Sorry! I just woke up

big tiddy jinny🍯🧸🌟🖇[now] Whats wrong fool

big tiddy jinny🍯🧸🌟🖇[now] Did u rlly think 12 texts were gonna wake me up?🤦🏻‍♂️ godt damn u on some WACK shit

You roll your eyes in time with each consecutive text that Hyunjin sends, waiting for the lock screen of your phone to blacken after reading them. He’s about as useless as pedals on a wheelchair, you think, ignoring the texts and forcing the device into the snug back pocket of your jeans before transferring the last two excessively packed grocery bags into the trunk of your car with an exhausted huff. Christ, if the bagging lady put one more item in those bags, she would be the one to blame for six cans of soup rolling about the parking lot.

The license plate rattles when you slam the trunk lid closed before hurrying around to the driver’s side and anxiously hopping inside to start blasting the heat. It is obnoxiously chilly for the first of September. Well, not really. Your body is just beginning to get used to the ungodly wrath of summer’s sweltering heat leaving you in a constant state of sweat and nausea for the past three months. Not that you’re complaining, of course. You nearly did somersaults of joy when the morning news reported a temperature of sixty-one degrees with some wind gusts and welcomed the beginning signs of autumn with open arms.

You would never admit to Mom who told yo uon the way out to change out of a tank top or at least wear a jacket, but yes— you are, in fact, cold. But now you have godsent warmth blowing from the vents and the seat warmer on its highest setting beginning to thaw away the goosebumps painted on your skin. Giving your arms one last rub, you lean up enough to retrieve your phone and open the conversation with Hyunjin.

[2:37 PM] YN: please. smell my balls

[2:37 PM] YN: nothings wrong btw. i was GOING to ask if u wanted any specific snacks for tn buttttt someone didn’t answer

[2:37 PM] YN: and excuse u i called too. i may be an idiot but im not stupid

[2:38 PM] YN: ik u would never hear a text when ur having wet dreams of yeji

You stop there with a smug smirk when the three dots on his side appear, knowing you’ve hit his funny bone with this one.

[2:38 PM] big tiddy jinny🍯🧸🌟🖇: Bruh

[2:38 PM] big tiddy jinny🍯🧸🌟🖇 :I’ve literally never have had a wet dream ab Yeji pls stop

You cannot fight your shit-eating grin, thumbs circling over the keyboard in thought as he apparently deletes whatever other text he was going to send when the three dots disappear.

[2:38 PM] YN: mmhmmmm

[2:38 PM] YN: because last time you slept over you weren’t whimpering her name in ur sleep

[2:38 PM] YN: sureeeee

You decide to end your teasing there and continue once you’re home. It is starting to get late, after all, and Mom will begin to worry that the creepy employee always in aisle sixteen has abducted you. Plus, you’re cruel and like to watch Hyunjin suffer. Switching the ringer off, you throw your phone into the cupholder and drastically lower the heat and turn off the seat warmer. It’s starting to feel like a sauna in here, and not in a fun way. Can’t understand how anyone enjoys hanging out in a sauna to begin with anyway, but to each their own, you guess.

In the five-minute drive it takes until you are pulling into the driveway, Hyunjin calls three times. He is incredibly peeved at your lack of a response to his distressed texts and still wound up from your text about Yeji. As if! You’re already a clown not realizing his ever-growing affections for you, but to think he had a crush on Yeji? You’re the whole damn circus!

By the time he calls a fifth time, now sat up on his elbow in bed and strumming an annoyed beat of his fingers at his thigh because he really just wants to yell at you for being the most annoying person alive (and maybe to hear your voice, too), you have brought in the last of the bags and look to Mom who has started to put the groceries away and expects you to half-heartedly do the same.

“It’s Hyunjin. He’s having an existential crisis because I haven’t answered his texts,” you explain to her, unenthusiastically holding your phone as it vibrates against your palm. Half of you wants her to ask to finish putting everything away first just so you can torture him even longer. Alas, such extravagant wishes are denied, because when it comes to Hyunjin, your parents would undoubtedly throw you under the bus just to keep that boy happy. And so, just like any other time, Mom’s undying love for Hyunjin has her dismissing you from the kitchen with a hearty laugh.

“Jesus Christ! What?” You hiss, halfway up the stairs when you tap to answer his call on the last ring.

“Wow! Look who finally decided to answer!” Hyunjin shouts back, the swoosh of his sheets once he finally falls back against his pillow again rustling all too loudly through the phone. “I was driving,” you spit, marching into your bedroom and collapsing against your bed, the same rustle of your blankets sounding loudly into his ear. “There’s a thing called the speaker, ___. Ever heard of it?” He retorts, evidently shutting you up and he knows he won this round if your silence is anything to go by.

“Whatever,” you groan, using all your toe strength to kick the sneakers off your feet by their soles, “what was so important that you couldn’t wait and had to call me five billion times?”

“I had a question. And you hurt my feelings.” Well, shit. You can practically hear and see his pout through the phone and your heart positively swells in your chest at how undeniably, unjustifiably cute he is. You sigh.

“I’m sorry for making fun of you about Yeji. I’m going to do it again but next time I promise I won’t pull the wet dream card,” you apologize frankly; because, in all honesty, it would be worse to say you are not going to do it again when you most certainly will. Bullying Hyunjin is fun, what can you say?

Hyunjin heaves an exasperated breath from his lungs because he knows there is no point in arguing with quite possibly the most sarcastic human he knows and that’s the best form of an apology he’s going to get. Whatever. He’ll make sure to wipe his morning snot and droll on your shirt in the morning. “Anyway,” he grumbles, in the background you hear Kkami bark from a few rooms over, “I was going to ask if you wanted to come over my place instead? I know your parents probably want to see me and stuff but mine are out of town for the night so we can sleep in my bed until like three without Mom waking us up to force feed breakfast.” You roll your eyes. Of course your parents want to see him.

“Plus, Mom just put that grey comforter I know you really like on my bed so we can cuddle all night and watch stuff on YouTube,” he quickly adds as a convincing afterthought. He’s really got his sales pitch going on this one. Truth is, you have only slept in his bed with that stupidly soft blanket twice last winter break, but it’s still sweet that he remembers how much you loved it (aka how quickly you fell asleep and how grumpy you were being woken up because it’s just that darn cozy). Either way, you would never pass up an opportunity to snuggle up with Hyunjin in the comfort of his own bed with his citrusy, floral scent on the pillows luring you to sleep.

“My Mom is going to be heartbroken, Hyunjin,” you tease, “but who cares. You had me sold at sleeping until three. Do you still want me to bring the snacks I got?”

“Oh, thank God. I love your Mom’s cooking but I haven’t left bed all day and I really want to keep it that way. And yes, please. I’ve been eating dry cereal for the past two hours.”

“Hyunjin, have you brushed your teeth yet?”

“No. Didn’t you just hear me? I said I’ve been in bed all day. Eating cereal. When would I have brushed my teeth?”

“You’ve officially taken breakfast in bed to a whole new level, Jin. I’ll see you in a few hours. Oh, and please, you have no concept of personal space so make sure you brush your teeth before I come over.”

“Yeah, yeah. Whatever. Love ya, bye,” Hyunjin promptly hangs up, probably eager to get back to binging whatever drama he’s watching before you lecture him about his hygiene again. Not that it matters, anyway; chances are, it went in one ear and right out the other and you’re going to drag him out of bed later to brush his teeth.

Damn. You didn’t even get the chance to say love you back. Not that it matters.

It doesn’t, you quickly shut down the pesky thought that keeps you up at night and force it back into the storage part of your brain labeled ‘Deal with Later,’ because, really, you’ll have to think about that later. It’s not that you don’t want to think about it yet… you just don’t have the time to stop and really figure out what your feelings toward Hyunjin actually are. Yeah. That’s it.

And now isn’t the time, you tell yourself, scooting up the mattress in order to bury your face in the pillows to suffocate the pounding throb in your head. Hyunjin is nothing special.

Well, no. That’s a lie. Everything about Hyunjin is special. Anyone with eyes, ears, even a nose can sense that. You had quickly found out just how wonderful he is when you met him freshman year of high school. At the time, he was everyone’s sweetheart by the first day, but it just so happened his eyes were all on you.

He was obviously adorable, and every class you had together he always made a point to talk to you and returned your sarcasm with an impressive level of expertise. So, when it came to him asking you to the first homecoming, the answer was yes without a second thought. But during the last slow dance of the night, with his hands gently holding your waist, he at last listened to his conscience and revealed that as much as he liked you, he truly did not want to date in high school. Or right then, at least. And honestly, you were glad; Hyunjin was quite possibly your favorite person you had met thus far, and you would have rather kept him as a friend than commit to a relationship the second month of school and risk losing him later down the road.

And boy, keep him as a friend you did. As it turned out, Hyunjin grew to be your truest, best friend in high school. Sure, you each had your own friend groups, but the two of you were the iconic pair everybody knew. But strictly platonic, despite the rumors and wishes that went around for the next four years. You like to think that neither of you ever developed feelings past what everyone feels toward their best friend— an innocent, wholesome sort of love.

But when had things changed? Hormones, as always, were definitely a big part of it. Hyunjin was always a cutie, but it wasn’t until he grew into his own skin and developed a newfound confidence did you start to see him differently. Until everyone saw him differently. Neither of you missed the way people stared him down, pupils dilating every time he ran his fingers through the black tufts of his hair, hearts aching for some sort of interaction. Or when you started attending parties, groups of girls would fling themselves at him in a blundering disarray, most of which he would turn down with a gentle dismissal that flew over their heads, too drunk to actually care.

But then there were times his dick made the decision for him, desperation and deprivation weighing in on him and you’d watch with a tight jaw as he’d leave the room with the pretty girl of the night skipping after him. You never realized it was only on those nights did you wind up in the back seat of Han Jisung’s car.

But even after the physical attraction sizzled out over time, things were not the same. Hyunjin wasn’t your hidden little treasure anymore. All eyes were set on him and it took more than a glass of water to swallow your jealousy. But why? Why were you so resentful all of a sudden?

It’s hard to share Hwang Hyunjin, you decided. Once established that you were his main hoe and he was yours, it became a significant burden watching others try and get in between. Not that they did it with a malicious attempt to separate you, but it still hurt. You’re selfish, and you admit it— Hyunjin, quite frankly, is the love of your life. Romantic or not, nothing could change your feelings toward him. It goes beyond his unfathomable beauty and spunky personality. Everything about him from his nose to his hands, to his distaste for onions and the way his face scrunches up when he lets out that giggle of his and even to the way he prefers to sleep against the wall but will force you to when you’re over so he can “protect you in case there’s a monster” all mount into this big, giant section of your heart set aside for Hyunjin.

So despite your efforts to ignore the pang of jealousy each time he would find a potential someone or the joy whenever he’d find his way back because “they kept wanting to hang out in the morning even though I said I don’t wake up before noon,” this Hyunjin-shaped hole in your heart seems to only grow the longer you ignore it. Kind of like every medical condition out there: the longer you ignore it, the worse it gets. So, basically Hyunjin is your heart disease.

Yikes. Sounds a lot worse when you try putting it into words.

Well, he won’t be your heart defect for long if he keeps ruining those pearly whites of his by only brushing once just before bed, you chuckle to yourself, rolling to your side at the sudden lack of oxygen between your face and the pillow. There’s a fleeting moment without thought when you unconsciously reach for your phone to check for any notifications before the fattest revelation of them all falls from the ceiling and smacks you right upside the face.

Shit. Looks like you’ve gone right ahead and totally dissected each and every fiber of your feelings for Hyunjin.

Blinking up at the ceiling, the weight of your emotions isn’t as heavy as you expected them to be. Instead, it’s more of a breath of fresh air, as if you have finally accepted the way things fell instead of ignoring them. Your feelings for Hyunjin have always been there. It just took a little effort to get them out.

Nevertheless, it is going to be difficult hanging out with him in a few hours with your exposed emotions still needing to be processed. Especially when he will pull you to his side and keep you nestled there the entire night. Rubbing your temples, you realize it will take some serious self-control to put everything on the back burner and just enjoy the time spent with Hyunjin.

Sighing, you check the time on your phone again. 3:21 and a text from Hyunjin asking if you could bring green tea.

“Mom!” You yell, defeated. “You were right!”

You used to think Hyunjin lived far away. Truthfully, he’s only fifteen minutes away if you go ten over the speed limit. But the only way to get to his house entails driving through the chaos of the mall and town center, which adds an extra ten minutes sitting through traffic no matter the time of day.

Now, Hyunjin’s college campus is two hours away. Well, technically five from you, since you’re almost three hours away in the opposite direction. So you’re lucky if you get to see him once a month with how hectic school becomes and how difficult it is trying to plan to come home the same weekend. Fortunately, it has worked out this semester. And while you should spend this time with your families, they know how much you crave one another’s company as the weeks drag on. The twenty-two minutes it takes getting to each other’s homes is totally worth it.

You expect Hyunjin to tell you to use the key hidden underneath the resin meditating frog statue in the front garden to unlock the front door when you text him you have arrived, but to your utmost surprise, he’s there, awake, to open the door for you.

“Stinky!” You yell, dropping your things on the floor to burry yourself in his embrace, standing on your tippy toes to wrap your arms around his neck in order to really get the full experience of hugging your favorite giant. “Poopy!” He shouts in return, long arms winding tightly around your waist and even going so far as to lift you up a few inches. God. Hate when he does that.

“Why are you up? I thought I’d have to let myself in with you sleeping all your problems away,” you ask, smiling gratefully when he bends down to pick up your bag. “I realized Kkami hadn’t been out all day, so I came down to let him out and find actual food,” Hyunjin explains as he makes way into the kitchen, opening the back door to let said dog back inside. “Aw, poor thing,” you pout, squatting to scratch at Kkami’s neck when he zooms faster than the speed of light to you, “does that mean you brushed your teeth?”

“I did, actually,” Hyunjin snorts right back, scrunching his nose at you before turning away to open the fridge. Sitting on the floor with Kkami in your lap, you take the opportunity to finally get a good look at Hyunjin now that he’s distracted. And of course, he looks good. Really good. Last time you saw him he still was a brunette, a look he rocked during the spring and summer months. This is the first time you’ve seen the freshly dyed black hair in person. Even though he always looks handsome, something about Hyunjin with black hair completely changes his aura. Brings back memories of how badly you wanted him in high school. You shiver at the thought.

And, to top it all off, how he manages to stay in such disgustingly good shape despite his atrocious eating habits never ceases to amaze you. Like, come on. The boy eats worse than a raccoon seven days out of the week, lives off boba, works out maybe five times a month, dances in his free time and still keeps his body in tiptop shape. God, you hate him. His pediatrician probably hates him, too. You even go as far as to sniff the fries in your dining hall and you gain five pounds.

Even now, he looks unnecessarily regal in the baggy material of his sweatpants and flannel. And the warmth of his kitchen’s ambient lighting does nothing to suppress the heavy thumping of your heart. So casual is his dress, yet how immaculate he looks rummaging the cabinets for a snack.

“Are you hungry?” He asks, the familiar softness of his voice shaking you from your daze as he closes the refrigerator door after his unsuccessful search. Here’s the thing: you really aren’t hungry, but Hyunjin clearly is, so if you say no then all he will be thinking about is food until you decide that you are hungry. “Yeah,” is what you say, nudging Kkami off your crossed legs to stand, “I brought green tea and a few snacks, but we could order Chinese food or something. The place near Dunkin’ and the gas station makes bubble tea now, too.”

Hyunjin’s brows shoot up, flashing his boxy smile. “Is it good?”

“I mean, I’ve only had their pork dumplings and mango tea before, and it was pretty good. I don’t know about their noodles or anything, though,” you shrug, moving to stand beside him at the kitchen island. Distracted by Kkami trying to jump onto the sofa in the living room, you don’t look to Hyunjin until the poor dog is successful in doing so. Startled to find him already gazing down at you, your heart truly is not prepared for him to go right ahead and wrap his arms around your waist, resting his chin on your shoulder. Totally not freaking out or trying to overthink his need to constantly cling, you justify his actions by quickly recalling the time he said, “My head is too godtdamn big for my godtdamn body.” More like his head is too heavy because instead of a brain it’s just a chunk of cement up there. He just needs to rest his head sometimes.

Yeah.

“Mm, I don’t know,” Hyunjin hums, swaying your body with his to an unheard tune. By now, any coherent thought has dissipated into thin air and all you can do is melt against him. “Why?” You manage.

“’Cus if we order anything that means I’ll have to get up and get it.”

“Oh my God, Hyunjin, really?” You laugh. Your hands naturally glide to where his are linked at your stomach, pressing to interlock your fingers overtop his. “If that’s the only reason for your uncertainty than I could always come get it, idiot.”

“No! It’s okay,” Hyunjin says, jumping back before you can even process it, “I’m not that hungry anyway.”

“Ohhh ‘kay,” you laugh breathlessly, whiplashed by the whole thing. Good thing you aren’t hungry, because when was the last time Hyunjin turned down food? Blinking at him precariously, he doesn’t seem to notice until one too many seconds of silence pass by.

“C’mon,” he demands excitedly, jumping back into reality, “my roommate told me to watch this anime called Soul Eater but I wanted to watch it with you.” Once again, before anything can even register past every single That Was Cute™ alarm ringing in your brain, Hyunjin is grabbing your bag and reaching for your hand, leading you out of the kitchen and upstairs.

You and Hyunjin binge aforementioned anime until he falls asleep first around 2 AM, only stopping to order food an hour in (he’s an indecisive man indeed), to get up to retrieve it, and to actually eat while catching up. For most of the night, you are able to forget the way his heartbeat against your back mirrored your own in the kitchen. But then, a little while after you fall asleep yourself, Hyunjin unconsciously shifts closer and you spend another hour blinking at his relaxed hand twitching against your abdomen, trying to keep the hurricane inside your heart at bay.

You can’t make it home October. Hyunjin texted you to let you know he was going to be the third weekend in, and you tried desperately to manage your time in order to make it work. But one group project in chem lead to another paper in psych and before you knew it, your roommate was listening to you sob over a boy and curse out your classes.

September left you emotionally wrecked, to be totally honest. You hate Hyunjin and you hate the way he makes you feel and you especially hate how realizing you have a crush on him makes you unsure if everything he does is his way of hinting he feels the same or if he’s always been this touchy and you are just now recognizing it. So, missing a month of seeing your favorite human being essentially means missing another day of trying to decipher which actions of his go in the Friend list, and which go in the Questionable list. And that, my friend, is unacceptable.

You absolutely cannot not go home this month. November is the calm before the storm (the storm being exams looming the second week of December), and while it would be beneficial maybe staying on campus to continue preparing, you tell yourself going home will be just as helpful. Mental breaks, and stuff. Totally not just to see Hyunjin.

Either way, Hyunjin asks you if you would join him on the seventeenth to go to his second cousin’s christening and you absolutely cannot say no when you know how bored Hyunjin gets at family events when they aren’t for him. And so, fast forward to the third Sunday of November and you are ready to pass out ten minutes after entering the church.

“I’m so happy for you two! I always knew you would last into college,” one of Hyunjin’s aunts exclaims, pinching your cheeks but the only pinch you feel is that of your heart.

Clearly she is misinformed, or just prone to jumping to conclusions but yet again, you can’t really blame her with how couple-y you and Hyunjin are. Past the single tunnel vision of your gaze, you watch her smile falter when Hyunjin goes rigid beside you and oh my God this is the most embarrassing moment of my life, his whole family thinks we’re dating and here we are still stuck in each other’s friendz—

“I’m glad you think so, imo,” Hyunjin suddenly picks up, sneaking an arm around to rest his hand on your hip, tugging you close, “I don’t know what I’ll do if she ever decides to leave me.”

It’s nice to think that he means it, to imagine that you are here not as a tag-along but to join him in a family ceremony because you are part of the family. The thought turns your blood to sugar and everything surrounding you falls apart; you listen to the rest of their conversation without processing it, the precise detailing in the marble pillars blurs into a mass of white, and you still feel his strong hold on the curve of your waist yet you are lost in the swam of possibilities.

How lovely it would be to live up to her assumption. To ‘last into college’ as a couple, not as best friends. To be able to call him yours even when you’re not together, to come home and kiss his lips, to sleep in his bed and it mean more than the laziness of blowing up the air mattress. At some point, he leads you into the third pew to sit beside his parents, and when you greet them with a hug all you can think about is them viewing you as more than their son’s friend.

God, you hate it.

You’re not as religious as Hyunjin and his family. But for the first time in years, you find yourself looking to the crucifix during the service and praying to whoever is up there to give you some strength and patience, because Lord do you need it.

Hyunjin is a funny guy.

Or so he thinks.

It’s not that he isn’t funny. It’s just— compared to your friends Minho or Changbin, he isn’t at the top of the list. When you think of Hyunjin, the first words that pop up are soft, loud, and dramatic.

It’s not that he isn’t funny. He’s just weird.

Insanely, ridiculously weird. For example, the time he called Jeongin a vitamin. Or the time he slapped half a bottle of sunscreen on his face. Or his random bouts of dancing at inappropriate moments. Just to name a few.

After the Baptism, Hyunjin acted like nothing happened. Didn’t even bring it up. Not even a joke. After the ceremony, you joined his family for a luncheon, which just involved the two of you being weird and making peculiar dancing videos on SnapChat with the swirly filter and complaining about school for a few hours until he drove you home. Obviously you stopped for food again on the way.

But that was it. Things went on as normal, and you returned to campus later that night and forced the whole experience to the back of your brain. It was officially grind season, and grind season meant studying for exams. No parties. No boys. And certainly no Hyunjin.

You both were home for winter break in the blink of an eye. And in normal Hyunjin style, he sort of vanished for the first week. Probably catching up on his strict sleeping schedule, you presumed, and accepted the fact that it was going to be a few days before you saw or even heard from him. The only anticipation you felt was wanting to give him his Christmas gift.

After what seems like an eternity away from Hyunjin, you get out of the shower on this fine Saturday before Christmas to find a slew of texts from him.

[5:52 PM] big tiddy jinny🍯🧸🌟🖇: Aloha mamacita

[5:52 PM] big tiddy jinny🍯🧸🌟🖇: How do u feel about getting froyo tn

[5:52 PM] big tiddy jinny🍯🧸🌟🖇: We can get fat and then u can sleepover aaaand

[5:52 PM] big tiddy jinny🍯🧸🌟🖇: We can stare at the wall for a few hours

[5:52 PM] big tiddy jinny🍯🧸🌟🖇: And

[5:53 PM] big tiddy jinny🍯🧸🌟🖇: *cough*

[5:53 PM] big tiddy jinny🍯🧸🌟🖇: Exchange Jesus gifts

See? Weird. Who wants froyo when it’s thirty degrees out?

[5:53 PM] YN: “aloha mamacita”

[5:53 PM] YN: uHmmmMMM

[5:53 PM] YN: im down mr president

[5:54 PM] YN: why do u want ice cream in winter tho. don’t u want like

[5:54 PM] YN: hot chocolate or seomthing

Obviously not. Two hours later, Hyunjin arrives to pick you up for froyo despite all your efforts in convincing him maybe you could take the train to the city and watch a light show, or simply drive around and swoon over the rich people houses and their Christmas decorations. He didn’t budge. This leads you to your second question of the day: why is it that when you threw on sweats for the occasion you called yourself a hag, but upon entering Hyunjin’s car you make a mental note of how hot he looks when he’s wearing the same exact thing? You groan at the thought. It’s because it’s Hyunjin, of course.

“Bonjour, mademoiselle,” he greets, flicking your forehead once you settle into the seat of his Subaru WRX because he’s a hotshot and likes to flex that he can drive a manual. Not really— the car is absolute garbage by now, having been his Dad’s old car (his Dad likes to flex too, apparently). However, Hyunjin takes care of it enough for it to seem five years old instead of ten, and, either way, watching him work the stick shift is unexplainably hot.

You swat his hand away. “Drive, bitch,” you huff, twisting to buckle yourself in. Once he’s reversed out of your driveway, you glance back to find him fighting against a devilish smirk.

“So,” you start once he has navigated out of your neighborhood. His brow twitches up. “Are you taking Hawaiian and French at school? You’ve been throwing quite a lot of languages at me recently.” Hyunjin shoots you an unamused look. You return it with a wrinkle of your nose.

“Anyway,” he ignores your teasing, pausing to switch gears for whatever reason so he can make it through a yellow light, “how did your exams go?”

“Well, you know…” You trail off, looking to your window. It feels a lot later than eight o’clock. With it getting dark so early in the evening nowadays, it feels as if nighttime is always following you.

“You know… what?” Hyunjin interrupts your daze, concern laced in his voice. “They were fine. I passed everything, I’m just worried about my major,” you explain sadly, barely glancing at him before you are turning back to the window to stare at the moon. Must be nice being a moon. Just get to hang out in the sky watching everyone and being watched.

“I mean, if you want to switch, now’s the time. Better do it now before the second semester,” Hyunjin advises, wise as always. Not really, but he’s right. “What are you thinking of going into?”

Yikes. He’s going to kill you.

“Nursing,” you blurt.

“Oh my Lanta, ___, are you serious?” He groans, stopping at a convenient red light presenting the perfect opportunity for him to smack his forehead on the wheel. Dramatic. “How are you gonna manage that? You’ll practically be two years behind everyone else!”

“I know,” you sigh, throwing your head back on the headrest, “that’s the problem. Bio just isn’t doing it for me. I don’t think I can spend the rest of my life in a lab watching mitosis. I need something more rewarding, so theoretically nursing is a perfect start. I don’t know, though.”

“Why don’t you switch to interior design or something? We could get our own HGTV show, ___,” he says, but you don’t meet his gaze when he glances over because beneath his words, you can sense some serious hopefulness. Interior design would be cool, but you’ve never considered that as a career choice. You once helped your parents pick out everything when they redid a bathroom at home and that turned out great, but as a major?

“I don’t know, man. I’ll have to talk to my counselor about it, I guess,” you shrug, pulling the hood of your sweatshirt over your head and tightening the drawstrings until the material covers your eyes, “why can’t you audition to be a K-pop star or something? I could be your manager. Heck, even your makeup artist. I’ve done your makeup before, remember?”

Hyunjin laughs, loud, and the sound sinks deep into your heart and makes you feel warm all over. Stress? Gone.

For the next few minutes or so, the ride is comfortably quiet. At some point, he turns on the radio and Mariah Carey’s “All I Want For Christmas Is You” floods your brain and reminds you to look forward to exchanging Christmas gifts later. God, you hope he likes it. You really went out on the sentimental gifts this year.

Hood shielding your vision, you jump when his large hand suddenly comes to grab the top of your head, squeezing hard and you imagine he’s trying to press some hopefulness into your brain. “Hand on the penis stick, Hwang,” you bark, blindly reaching for his own head across the way and pulling his ear when you do so. Good Lord, you hope no one can see into the car because… what.

Hyunjin lets out a giggle this time, reaching to pull you into a headlock and even though he’s got your head shoved up against his sturdy chest and goes on to give you a noogie, you’re stuck being all high and loopy on the sound of his happiness. And hey, it’s nice to know you’re the cause of it.

“We’re literally parked, idiot. If you had your hood down you would’ve realized,” Hyunjin snickers, releasing you after watching you struggle for a few seconds. Jerking away from him, you swiftly pull back your hood. “Oh,” you laugh, reading the flashy Yogo Factory sign above the building in front of you, “you could’ve just told me instead of watching me bask in misery.”

Hyunjin suitably ignores your moaning and groaning by getting out of the car and standing in front of the car, illuminated by the headlights. Why? Why must he look so scrumptious in his black hoodie and grey sweatpants and four-year-old white Nike sneakers? He has no gosh darn right!

After fixing the mess he made of your hair, you at last join him outside the car, shooting him another glare and moving ahead of him to open the shop’s door without waiting for him. “From now on, we have to start texting each other what we’re wearing before we go out, ‘cus this looks a little ri-donk-ulous,” Hyunjin whispers in your ear as you make your way to the cup selection, trying to ignore all the stares you— no, he is getting along the way.

“What do you mean?” You ask, plucking two medium sized cups up before turning to look at him. Then you look down at yourself. Oh. Looks like you’re both wearing the hoodie from junior spirit week. “Nice.” Just Couple Things™!

Back to Hyunjin being weird— why did he drag you all the way out here just to get a cup of chocolate frozen yogurt and maybe half a scoop of peanut butter chips?

Meanwhile, he watches in absolute disgust as you blow through your own dessert. Vanilla yogurt with probably every topping offered because you physically cannot make a decision, especially when they have chunks of cookie dough up there.

“So,” Hyunjin starts, trying not to look you in the eye considering you look like a goblin shoveling globs of diabetes down your throat, “have you talked to Jisung recently?”

You choke on a Fruity Pebble at his inquiry, prompting him to reach across the table and slap your back a few times until your esophagus is cleared. “Ugh,” clearing your throat one last time, you take a few sips of water while shooting him a glare. Jisung? Really? “How dense are you?” You hiss unintentionally.

Hyunjin raises his hands in defense. “Just a question.”

Yeah, just a question. Dumbass. “I mean,” you laugh awkwardly, “not really. We have a streak on Snap and sometimes we’ll talk occasionally but I don’t text him every day or anything. How about you?”

He shrugs, concentrating instead on stirring his yogurt into a goopy mess. “Eh. We still use our group chat a lot but that’s it. He’s too busy making music in Malaysia.”

You chuckle at this, picking out the boba from your own cup and leaving the rest now that it has started to look like something sold at the Chum Bucket. “That sucks,” you offer, not the best at giving him consolidation, you opt for linking your feet around his own in some weird act of intimacy, “isn’t he coming home for the holidays, though? I’m sure you can all have a reunion soon.”

“Yeah, he is,” Hyunjin hums, suddenly too focused on trying to escape your trap under the table. Annoyed Hyunjin is cute. “Stoooop,” he whines, kicking at your shins before breaking into boisterous laughter at your relentlessness, “I will not hesitate to throw this cup at your face.”

“Yeah, right,” you scoff, “I’d like to see you try.”

At this, Hyunjin drops his stupidly long arms beneath the table and easily captures your foot by the ankle, pulling hard enough for you to slip down your side of the booth. “Hyunjin!” You shriek, panicking slightly at your sweaty hand’s insecure grip against the leather. You’re going to fall. You’re going to fall flat on your ass underneath a table at a frozen yogurt place because the boy you like pulled your foot too hard. Fantastic. Ignoring you, he starts to wiggle your shoe off your foot no matter how hard you try to squirm out of his relentless grip. “Stop trying to eat my toes in the middle of Yogo!”

Finally, he releases your foot, letting it fall limp against his thigh.

“God,” you huff, breathless as you squirm back up your seat, cheeks burning ferociously, “you are such an ass.”

Behind the playful smirk he fails to hide, something darker glints in Hyunjin’s eyes and it makes your heart skip a beat. Then, “We should go.” The suggestion makes the heat of your blush scorch even hotter down your neck and you instinctively turn away, only to find the customers on the other side of the shop watching you with just as perturbed looks. Fantastic, part two.

“Okie,” you squeak out, blinking after him in complete and total bewilderment as to what just happened when he gets up to throw his trash away. Whatever. Following after him, you too toss your cup out before quickly finding your hand engulfed by his larger one as he leads you back outside, the sudden sharpness of the cold air bringing tears to your eyes. You desperately want to ask him what that was about, or why he’s acting so sneaky, but you stay silent, too afraid your voice will come out shaky and vulnerable. Instead, you let him tug you into his side and try to keep up with him no matter how badly your knees threaten to buckle with each glance you sneak up at him.

It’s silent when you enter the car, watching warily as he reverses out of the parking spot and maneuvers through the lot. Your heart rate seemingly cannot slow itself down, adrenaline taking the place of oxygen the longer you stare at him, at the concentrated scrunch to his face, at the cute tip of his button nose and at the swell of his lips and you distantly wonder what would happen if you pulled him into a kiss at the next red light.

In the midst of your daydream Hyunjin clears his throat, bringing you back to reality and you realize with a startle that he has caught you. Jesus Christ! What has gotten into you? You mentally smack yourself upside the head, instantly turning away from his cocky little gaze and staring straight ahead in search of something else to focus on. “___,” he sing-songs, slow and sensual and entirely demolishing the walls you have built around yourself. It is at this red light you wish to simply open the door and run.

“Yes?” You manage, wincing at how small your voice sounds and while looking out his window instead of into his eyes, you notice him grip the steering wheel hard enough to turn his knuckles white. The tension is insurmountable, weighing in heavily on your chest and you desperately wish to arrive home, even though that means having to survive the next twelve hours with him. Anything is better than the small confines of his car.

“What do you want to do when we get home?” He asks, cool as a cucumber. You pale. It is a dangerous question and you do not know if he realizes that. “Um,” you cough, scooting to sit up straight, “whatever you want.” You whisper the last part, genuinely petrified because you have absolutely no idea if your brain is twisting everything to make it seem like Hyunjin is flirting or if things are totally normal. No idea.

“Hm,” he offers, tilting his head in thought, “we shall see.”

Yeah. We shall.

The rest of the ride is quiet, comfortably or uncomfortably you cannot say because you are too busy trying to calm the Spongebob burning office scene occurring inside your own head, hopelessly telling yourself that everything is fine, Hyunjin’s fine, you’re fine. Just pretend like nothing happened, you tell yourself when Hyunjin pulls into his driveway with practiced ease. “Ugh,” he groans after retrieving your bag from the back seat, and you watch with a raised brow as he skips up to his porch, yelling, “I have to pee!”

“Begone with you, piss boy,” you tease, holding the screen door open for him as he struggles to unlock the storm door and pulling on one of his hoodie’s drawstrings just to annoy him. “Stop,” he growls, low and playful but nevertheless sending a swarm of butterflies to your tummy. You ignore him. Finally unlocking the door, Hyunjin shoves the keys into his pocket and seizes your wrist, yanking your arm down with enough force to nearly topple you into him. “Why are you being so annoying tonight?” He frowns at you, nose and brows scrunched in irritation and it is only because of his proximity do you finally soften up.

“Sorry,” you pout back, bringing your other hand up to boop his nose, “I just missed ya.”

“Ew,” he snorts, stepping past the threshold and kicking off his shoes. You follow suit, closing the door behind you and clicking the lock into place as Kkami comes sprinting over. “B-R-B,” Hyunjin announces, presumably bouncing away to the bathroom.

“Oh, boy,” you huff, squatting to pick up the fluffy little dog and hugging him close to your chest, “your dad is making my life very difficult.” Pressing a quick kiss to the top of his head, you put Kkami back down and grab your bag before heading upstairs, knowing Hyunjin is going to take his grand old time and probably take a shit while he’s at it. Plus, you’re impatient and dying to take your bra off.

Aside from what light his Gudetama nightlight offers, Hyunjin’s room is ultimately left dark. Here’s the thing: he used to have a lamp on his dresser, but then he took it with him to college and only brings it home for summer because he’s lazy and sleeps the majority of the time he’s home, anyway. Instead, he put up his little remote-controlled Christmas tree in addition to the lava lamp he has beside his bed. Perfect. For Hyunjin, at least.

Switching both of these on, their subtle glow offers just enough to keep you from banging your toe against something. It’s happened one too many times. Hyunjin’s room isn’t messy— he really isn’t a messy person to begin with, but he will reorganize the furniture in his room fifty times a year and you never know where the crooked leg to his bedside table will be to ambush your pinky toe.

Setting your bag onto his bed, you excitedly fumble past all your layers and unclasp your bra, maneuvering out of it with a delighted exhale just as Hyunjin begins his ascent up the stairs, steps creaking loudly under his heavy trudging. “I’m an idiot,” he grumbles, leaning against the doorframe to catch his breath.

You don’t bother to look at him, opting to quickly retort instead, “We been knew.”

“Ugh,” Hyunjin groans, exasperated, and you finally turn to him after successfully jamming aforementioned undergarment into your bag, “anyways. I don’t know why I didn’t just come up here, because I have to wash my face anyway and you do too and now we’re both going to have to share a sink.”

“Aw,” you coo, tone dripping with sarcasm as you pat his arm, “poor baby has to share the bathroom.”

“I’m actually going to strangle you,” he sighs, nevertheless following after you into the bathroom.

“Kinky.”

Hyunjin glares, unamused as he opens a drawer for his pink bow hairband and your striped pink and blue one that he bought for you, but keeps here for sleepovers. Yeah. He throws it to your face. “Sorry,” you offer, pulling the soft headband up to hold your hair back, “I’ll try to stop. I’m just so used to annoying you.”

“Clearly,” he scoffs, flashing his stupidly cute teasing smile and in your head, you imagine raising a white flag in surrender— he’s got you, he’s won, it’s over. Time to call it quits and head home. Evidently shut up (for now), you offer him a roll of your eyes before turning on the sink to wet your hands before pumping out some of his scrumptious watermelon face wash. Maybe if you scrub hard enough, you’ll manage to rinse away all the overwhelming thoughts of the night, too.

Barefaced Hyunjin is immaculate. Well, Hyunjin is immaculate twenty-four hours out of the day, but barefaced, freshly washed, hair messy, ready for bed Hyunjin is immaculate, and you are one of the few people lucky enough to see this eighth wonder of the world as often as you do.

Now, maybe it has something to do with the unexpected ambiance the light from his laptop, Christmas lights, and lava lamp have created together that makes him look so unfairly beautiful at this given moment. Or, you’re just insanely pussywhipped and looking for an excuse. You try not to think about it.

“Why are you so squirmy tonight?” He asks, frustrated enough to interrupt Kermit singing ‘Shawty I don’t mind’ playing from his laptop. “I’m not,” you defend, a weak argument indeed, given that you have just finished adjusting your position beside him for the umpteenth time.

“I mean, four female Ghostbusters? The feminists are taking over! I’m an ad—”

“___, you’ve touched my dick like four times. Don’t try and tell me you’re not squirmy. What’s wrong?” Hyunjin interrupts a second Vine, and even goes on to talk over ‘I have the power of God and anime on my side!’ like a lunatic. Oh Christ, you have? Surely you would have noticed. “Sorry,” you mumble, embarrassed as you bury your face into the curve of his pectoral and instinctively move your leg settled between his away, “I’m just hot, to be honest.” Technically, it is not a lie. Hyunjin’s family definitely keeps their thermostat at a higher temperature than yours and you always manage to sweat your ass off every time you come over. This time, however, you are certain it has more to do with the assault your heart is facing rather than your sweat glands.

At the sound of his tap against the spacebar to pause the video, you wordlessly and reluctantly sit up from your comfortable spot beside him in order to rid yourself of your heavy sweatshirt. Now, here lies the problem. Sweatshirt: off. Nipples: out. Realistically, Hyunjin has seen your boobs a number of times over the past few years, and even if he hadn’t, he probably wouldn’t even bat an eye. But right now, your heart is on the line, you’re embarrassed and you’re trying to play it extremely safe.

You toss the hoodie to the floor and nestle right back where you were anyway, slinging your right arm over his torso and ignoring his sharp intake of breath when you snuggle closer. “Better?” He asks, voice strained and it literally makes you nauseous. “Yep.”

He resumes the video. You had started early in the night watching Pom Poko, which unsurprisingly ended with the two of you crying at the bittersweet ending, then moved to TikTok compilations on YouTube to cheer up before moving on from them and onto the classic Vine compilations. You paid good attention for the most part, chuckling along with him to ‘What up, I’m Jared, I’m nineteen and I never fucking learned how to read,’ ‘Bruh chill, I don’t know why you in a big time rush,’ and all the other absolute comedic masterpieces. But after the fourth or fifth video of the same six second clips with an occasional rare one, you began to grow bored and decided to do what you do best: admire Hyunjin.

Sure, ‘Come get yo juice!’ followed by the loud smash of the oven made you smile, but you found the flashing lights casting shadows beneath Hyunjin’s eyes and lips much more fascinating. Of course, this is not the first time you have been held so close to him. But it is, however, all too easy to get lost in the sight of him and you’ve noticed recently that you are in desperate need of a map. Whether it’s due to your time away from him or simply an appreciation for untouched beauty you do not know.

Even now, your gaze flickers to his laptop once you hear ‘Get to Del Taco,’ but having already watched it five thousand times you tilt your head upward to catch Hyunjin’s silent giggle at ‘free-sha-voca-do.’ It’s a vicious cycle, really, going back and forth between wanting to simply enjoy the night and realizing enjoying the night lies totally in Hyunjin’s presence. And so, you continue to fall into this trap each time until you pay no mind to the videos at all, basking in the brilliance of Hyunjin’s joyous smile and the warmth his happiness makes you feel. It is this thought that slowly tugs you to sleep, a fight to keep your heavy eyelids open lost until finally, you give in to the comfort and allow yourself to drift off to the sound of ‘Step the fuck up, Kyle.’

You think you are dreaming.

You think.

“___,” the softness of Hyunjin’s voice at the crown of your head eases you from the clutches of sleep and you stretch your locked limbs before curling further into his side. “We didn’t open presents.” Even though you can’t see him, you can hear his pout, and you realize you must be awake to hear the disappointed words caught sluggishly between his lips so vividly. You hum, hesitant to open your eyes because you really want to go back to sleep. Just for a little while. And so, you ask, “What time is it?”

“Just past two,” he whispers.

You hum again, trying to formulate a sensible sentence in the parts of your brain still asleep, “We can… wake up at four. And open gifts. Okay?”

“Okay, weirdo,” Hyunjin chuckles to himself, sliding lower down the mattress after shutting his laptop.

You think you are dreaming.

You think.

You can’t remember ever falling asleep facing each other. But yet again, your brain is clouded beyond capability and now, you know for certain you are dreaming. Hyunjin never faces you.

Blinking slowly, it takes a few seconds for your eyes to adjust to the impenetrable darkness and you struggle to make out the features of Hyunjin’s face. You know you are dreaming, and so you tug him closer, throwing a leg over his thigh and an arm over his waist. Even in your sleep, you feel the sadness pricking at your heart, for even it knows this is only what dreams are made of. You like to make the best of it.

“You know I love you, Jinnie, right?” Your voice comes out funny, drawn out and mumbled like your tongue is numb and you fight the urge to feel for yourself.

“Of course I do. I love you too.” His reply surprises you. You thought he was asleep and, either way, hearing such fond words from him puts your heart at ease. He must be misunderstood.

“No. I mean like… I like you, love you. Like I want to kiss you… kiss you good morning and before bed love you. Send you hearts and take stupid couple pics and… go on dumb dates love you. You know?” Your words feel garbled and incomprehensible the longer you go on, trying to express how you feel when nothing is real proving to be increasingly difficult. God, if only you could do it when things are real.

You start to feel yourself slipping as he mutters a reply, mind in free fall and fuck, fuck, fuck, he’s whispering and you can’t hear him but you are too tired and helpless to wake yourself up to hear it. No, too lost in the next dream to go back. You can’t tell what is real and what isn’t. Christ, were you awake? You can’t tell. All you know is that you are warm, so, so warm and letting sleep take over you once more is the best answer to all your questions.

Hyunjin always says he hates waking people up. Because he’s normally the one needing to be awoken, whenever the roles are swapped he doesn’t know what he’s supposed to do.

This time, however, he takes it upon himself to repeatedly smack your face with his pillow. Not a fun experience when it’s coming from someone who fails to recognize his own strength. “Jesus, fuck! Okay!” You hiss, the cloud of sleep abruptly ripped away from you with the slap of his pillow against your skin. Arms raised defensively in front of you, you catch his next swing and tear the pillow out of his grasp to shield yourself all before you have even opened your eyes. When you do so, with the blatant intention just to find where he is and hurl the pillow at him, you are met with the harsh light from his ceiling fan and have to squint past the stinging white light to see his shit-eating grin.

“Was that necessary?” You groan, undeniably annoyed and wanting to glare at him more but needing to rub the ache out of your eyes. “Yes,” is all he says, reaching for your bag and catapulting it to you. He is incredibly lucky you are quick enough to catch it before it thumps against your head. What has gotten into him? Did he eat an entire bag of Pixy Stix while you were asleep? You watch, still dazed from sleep and reeling from the whole pillow smacking attack, as he flings open his closet door and turns back around with two neatly wrapped boxes. You squint to make out the dancing Santa T-rex wrapping paper.

“Oh,” you chirp, understanding, and you unzip your bag to retrieve the large box taking up the majority of space, “thanks for waking me up. I’m surprised you remembered. Did you stay up?”

A rosy blush burns its way across his cheekbones. Odd. “I, um— yeah. No, actually,” he stutters, really odd, given he was bouncing off the walls not even thirty seconds ago, “I set an alarm. You made me sleepy.” Hyunjin sits beside you once you have scooted over, leaning against the wall and crossing his long ass legs. He keeps his eyes trained on the boxes in his hands. “Oh,” you hum, looking to your own gift and suddenly wishing for the mattress to swallow you up, “sorry. I haven’t gotten as much sleep as you on break so far.”

“I don’t think anyone ever has,” he jokes and you finally look to him, sharing a cheeky smile before he gets all shy again, tongue darting out to wet his lips, “um, Merry Christmas, ___.”

It’s a simple phrase, but it makes your heart swell. “Merry Christmas to you too, Hyunjin.” Leaning over, you wrap your arms around his shoulders in an awkward side hug, but still end up feeling all drunk and loopy on love when he eagerly returns the gesture, arms curling around you.

“Okay,” you huff, sitting back, “me first.” You dramatically hold your gift out to him, jittery and nervous all over. Buying for Hyunjin is always hard. He’s just so easy to please, but when you want to do more than just please him it’s a constant battle trying to decide how far out you are going to go for him each year.

You watch impatiently as he tears the wrapping paper open first, and then finally lifts the flaps of the box up. “Aw,” he whimpers, pulling out the quokka plushie and attached certificate, “you adopted a quokka for me?”

You grin when he hugs the soft stuffed animal to his chest, the weight on your shoulders partly lifted from his positive reaction. He reaches back into the box, brow scrunched in thought as he regards the framed picture. “The First Day…?” Hyunjin asks, perplexed as he reads the title above the constellation poster. You scoot closer, leaning over to look it over once more. “This was the constellation of stars on our first day of freshman year. The day we first met.”

“Oh,” Hyunjin sniffs, “that’s really awesome, ___. Thank you. This is coming with me to school.” At this, he hugs you again, probably to hide the tears you know are threatening to spill because Hyunjin is Baby and cries every year. “Anything for my favorite fake Aussie,” you smile, leaning your head on his shoulder as he reads through the quokka adoption letter.

“Okay! Your turn!” He exclaims, setting his gifts back into the box and passing you the smaller one of his. He catches your curious glance to the second one he keeps by his side. “We have to open this one together.”

“Christ, okay. Looks like I’m gonna be crying tonight, too,” you sigh sadly. “Ooh,” jumping ahead of yourself, you wiggle your eyebrows at the white box before you, “Hyunjin if you bought me a Fitbit… I swear to God. How many times have I said I am not working out with you?” However, once you finish tearing open the wrapping paper you find it is not, in fact, a Fitbit.

“It’s not a Fitbit, idiot,” Hyunjin scoffs a second too late, waiting for you to slip the lid off the box. “They’re bond touch bracelets.”

“Explain,” you murmur, enamored but confused at the two little house arrest looking bracelets.

“So basically, we each wear one,” Hyunjin starts, taking one of the bracelets out and a burst of color blooms across its small screen at the motion, “and if you touch it, mine vibrates and I ‘feel’ your touch.” As he explains, he buckles it around your wrist, twisting it so it lies correctly. You silently take the second one and help it on him, brain too caught up to actually say anything.

“Try it,” Hyunjin whispers, suppressing his excitement.

You gingerly bring a finger to the little screen, tapping it once, twice. Nothing happens. Frowning, you try again, tapping and holding, then a second time, and finally— a strip of pink light appears and the bracelet gently vibrates as you tap and hold a random pattern. In response, the bracelet on Hyunjin’s wrist lights up blue, buzzing in the same pattern.

“Oh, Hyunjin,” you sniffle, fighting back your own tears because you refuse to let yourself ugly cry in front of him, “this is amazing. Now I can annoy you year-round. Thank you so, so much. I love you so much.” He hums, pulling you close when you turn to give him a proper hug. To your utmost surprise, however, instead of letting go he curls one fist into your side and helps swing your legs over to straddle his lap. “Oh.”

“___,” Hyunjin sighs thoughtfully, fingers playing with the sleeves of your tee, “I love you, too.”

You nearly spit up your coffee. If you were drinking coffee. Instead, you’re left with a dry mouth and a slack jaw at his words. Huh?

Glancing to the constellation picture peeking out of his box, and then to the matching bracelets you both wear, you find your mind reeling trying to make sense of it all. Yeah, you say the forbidden L-word to each another all the time, but most certainly not with you on his on lap and his lips mere centimeters away. The answer is so obviously clear as day you have trouble believing it.

“Fuck,” you laugh all of a sudden, as soon as the realization hits you, “I wasn’t dreaming, was I?”

Hyunjin lets out a joyous giggle, hands linking behind your back. Unable to hide his smile any longer, he clarifies, “You were not, madam. We literally just finished talking about when we were going to open gifts and then I got ready to sleep. Two seconds later you dumped your heart out to me, but when I answered, you were asleep.”

“Bruh,” you wince, hiding your face with your hands, “I am so sorry you had to deal with that.”

“No, don’t be,” Hyunjin comforts, reaching to tug your hands away. Your gut does somersaults when he intertwines his fingers with yours. “I was actually, uh, planning on doing some sort of confession to you anyway, but then you went right ahead and did it for me. So thanks for that.”

“Wow,” you chuckle, trying to wrap your mind around it all, “does that mean you, ahem, perhaps like me too?”

“No, I just got us really couple-y long distance relationship bracelets, pulled you onto my lap, and kissed you because I just want to be friends.”

“You didn’t kiss m—”

The sly little fucker interrupts your retort by quickly dipping down to press a fat smooch to your lips, missing miserably and you don’t know if he did it on purpose but you quickly fix the problem, releasing his hands to cradle his jaw and tilt his head the right angle. Finally, finally you kiss him, breathing in the smell of him like some sort of aromatherapy and whimpering into his mouth when his tongue swipes against your own. It is like nothing you have ever experienced, the taste and feel of him making you tremble and igniting a burst of electricity through your veins. You could kiss him forever, you think, sucking on his plump bottom lip greedily until he finally pulls back, desperate for air or trying to reel himself in you can’t say.

“You have to open your other gift,” Hyunjin reminds, chest heaving, and your gaze follows his long fingers as they comb his hair away from his forehead. Automatically, as if kissing Hyunjin once grants you some kind of free pass to do the same, you brush a few stray strands away from his face before leaning back to admire him. “Stoooop. You can’t do that and not expect me to kiss you again. Open. Your. Gift.” Hyunjin whines, squishing your cheeks and turning your head away.

“Okay, don’t blame this on me,” you huff, reaching for the second box before jabbing a finger into his chest, “you, sir, need to stop being so beautiful for like, two seconds.”

He scoffs, helping you rip off the wrapping paper, “You’re the beautiful one here.”

“Ew,” you wrinkle your nose, most certainly not used to Hyunjin dishing out such compliments, “this is too Hallmark Christmas movie for me. Let me open my gift in peace, ugly.” This box, unlike the bracelets’, is simple cardboard and when you lift open the lid, a brown leather book looks back at you. “You remember Up?” He asks.

On the leather, it reads Our Adventure Book in mismatched colors. “Yeah,” you whisper, flipping open the cover to find two baby pictures glued on the paper, one of Hyunjin, and one of you. At the top, it’s labeled ‘Before Shit Went Down.’ You laugh.

On the next page, there are random photographs from middle school, and then finally each other’s eighth grade graduation portraits. Then, written at the top is ‘Here It Begins,’ followed by a selfie he randomly took with you a few weeks into school freshman year, and then some from homecoming. Silently flipping through the rest of the book, your tears flow freely now, touched beyond comparison at all the photographs and all the memories accompanying them. Some are from large events like prom, others from random moments you don’t even remember, but each and every one comes together to form a special mold fitting perfectly into that Hyunjin-shaped hole in your heart.

The last picture is from the christening last month. Of course, it isn’t one of the nicer photos his mom took of the two of you, but a SnapChat selfie with the flaming sunglasses filter. He’s mid-laugh and you’re pressing a kiss to his cheek. Funny thing is, you don’t even remember taking it.

The page next to it is blank, aside from what’s written at the top of the page. “Togetha Foreva,” you read aloud, voice choked up and God, you cannot fathom how gross you look right now. “What the fuck, man!” You sob, punching Hyunjin’s shoulder before wiping your nose and cheeks with the back of your hands. “I didn’t sign up for this cock and ball torture.”

Hyunjin laughs loudly at this, pulling you into a hug and giving you a few seconds to recover. “Hyunjin, this is like… seriously the best thing anyone has ever done for me, holy shit. God, you Pinterest son of a bitch, this is such a good idea,” you groan, flipping back through the pages and getting teary-eyed all over again, “I can’t express how much this means to me, Jinnie. Thank you, really.”

Flashing that toothy grin of his, Hyunjin tugs you to lie back down with him and tilts your head up to press a much more accurate kiss to your lips. “I meant what I said before, ___,” he murmurs, “I don’t know what to do without you, and I know we only get to see each other once a month but I can’t keep living as just friends. You’re so much more than that. And I hope all the pictures we add from now on will show this new chapter of our lives. If not, well, then I guess I’ll just burn the book.”

“Are you asking me to be Kkami’s official poop-picker-upper?”

“Yes. Wait— what? No!”

You break into a fit of laughter, only to be interrupted with him pinching your side and causing you to let out a yelp. “Hey!” You bark, jumping closer to him and away from his hand until, finally, you give in to your self-indulgence and go right on ahead in swinging a leg over his hips and pinning him beneath you.

“You ruined my serious love speech, ___,” Hyunjin pouts, face scrunched up at you.

“I’m sorry, baby, go on.”

You pause, blinking slowly at him. He blinks back, the silence in the air weighing in heavily as both of your two brain cells bounce around trying to figure out what did you just call him?

“Never mind,” Hyunjin says, voice a low rumble of thunder as he reaches for your hips and easily flips positions, “I think you’re on the same boat.”

You laugh, tilting your head back and eyeing him indignantly. Fuck, he looks unfairly delectable hovering above you.

“Okay, how many more times do I have to tell you I love you for you to formally ask me to be your girlfriend, stupid?” You scowl, bringing your hands to cradle his neck, thumbs brushing delicately against his jaw.

“Call me baby again and we’ll see about making that happen.”

You raise a brow, tugging his face closer by the chain of his necklace. “You’re lucky it’s Christmas, baby.”

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lonestarbabe · 4 years ago

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Hey I’ve seen this talked about on other blogs before but I wish lone star had filler episodes with lighter content. I mean, I wish lone star had episodes like 911 does in between the dramatic and intense episodes where funny and silly plots happen. Lone star literally never has that. So far in season 2, we had the paramedic dying, Owen nearly dying in the crossover, TK/Nancy/Tommy kidnapped, Grace and Judd in a car accident, Mateo’s house burning down, an arsonist sets Carlos and TK’s house on fire with them nearly dying INSIDE OF IT, and now we have Charles dying I think for what???? (I still don’t like that storyline), and apparently there’s gonna be an active shooter in the hospital like wtf even is that? AND THEN in the last episode of the season, there’s gonna be a big huge dust storm or whatever. Do you see what I mean? It’s just too much tragedy. I’ve said this before, this isn’t a Shonda Rhimes production cut this shit out. In order for a tv show to be great, you don’t need to cram a million tragic things into one season or even each episode. It’s about the writing- if they actually took the time to properly plan out the character arcs for EVERY character not just Owen and the season 2 storyline as whole then maybe they wouldn’t need to cram so much crazy stuff into the season or each episode. Because the vibe I’m getting from the writers is that they feel the need to prove that they can write good dramatic moments to keep the audience hooked and interested in lone star. When that’s not what’s keeping us hooked. We are hooked because of the diverse characters you guys neglect in favor of Owen. We are hooked because sometimes you guys get it right (Tonya Kong im looking at you, queen) and give us episodes and moments that are SO good and character arcs that are SO good but for the most part, it’s not there in the show. I wish lone star would just realize that in order for the show to be good they don’t have to attack us with tragic plot lines and so many dramatic moments. It’s ok to sprinkle in some lighthearted moments. And we HAVE gotten that - like TK and Carlos moving in together scene and also that scene of the guys cheering on Marjan at roller derby. We get these short moments but I want entire episodes of this sweet and lighthearted moments. We never get that and I feel that if we did, it would be a nice breather from the constant dramatic stuff that is season 2. Maybe the writers thought they didn’t have enough of that in S1 and wanted to show that they can ‘go there’ and write dramatic stuff but it’s just a lot lol and I KNOW this is a drama show so there’s gonna be dramatic moments of course but damn it just feels like it’s nonstop and the characters themselves never even have time to breathe because there’s something bad that’s happening to them each following episode after the next, like some weird cycle of tragedy that never ends. There are some lighthearted moments but honestly I could count them all on one hand probably and they’re always overshadowed by something intense and tragic happening afterward. I like the show and I’m not trying to tell the writers how to do their job of course but I mean they could lay off of piling on so much tragedy and it wouldn’t hurt to not have the characters always dying or crying or having emotional breakdowns like that’s not even asking for much. It’s a drama show, of course, but I hope you get what I mean

You’re spot on with everything you’ve said!! I feel like Lone Star’s storytelling elements are often tacky and fail to create the emotional weight that they could. They offer storylines that could be highly emotional, but they end them before they can build the emotions and show the lasting impacts. All of this is probably shadowed by the fact that I love seeing the ramifications of tragedy more than the tragedy itself, but I think this issue does go beyond my personal preferences because stories need resolutions, and I think they usually rush those portions of their stories!

This is something I have definitely complained about to various people haha, so I get exactly what you mean. With all the drama they keep trying to force in to create excitement, they’re missing out on important character development moments. The characters never have a chance to be impacted by what happens to them because they’re always just moving on to the next disaster without any buffer. Andddd yeahhhh, it feels way too much like Shondaland for my liking. The shooter thing could very much be an episode of Grey’s Anatomy lol because they pull those shenanigans all the time.

And the thing about drama shows is that good ones don’t rely on putting as many dramatic plots as they can into the show. Instead, they show how events impact characters and they build up the character responses as a way of showing character development; that’s my view at least. I hate drama for the sake of drama, and if it doesn’t have greater consequence for the overall storytelling, then what’s the point?

Additionally, the comedic moments and the crazy emergencies are such a major marker of the show, and when they keep having these major dramas, they’re not leaving time for those moments that are so inherent to the show’s tone. Thus, the episodes don’t always feel fully satisfying as a collection of episodes. They feel choppy, and I really need some time to process the tragedy because having tragedy after tragedy isn’t the best writing. It’s so much like a soap opera, and I love a good soap opera, but that’s not what I want from this show lol.

They have so many good characters that they don’t need to fabricate drama to make them compelling. I always say that there’s so much interest in even the most basic of activities if those moments are written well (Tonya Kong please come help us and give us the moments we adore). For example, when the one true crew was playing games together, it wasn’t that BIG of a moment in the action department, but it was also one of the best of that episode. Or Marjan’s whole storyline wasn’t over the top, but it was compelling. A scene with Tarlos doing something as simple as grocery shopping could, in theory, be just as satisfying as the convoluted and complex storylines.’=

There’s just so much more they could do with the characters, and if they took some buffer episodes, they could have more time to develop the characters because when you don’t have to build up a huge plot and show the viewer all those details, you can focus on showing the details of the characters and their arcs. When plots become too complicated, something has to give, so I think they need to find a balance with their plots so that every episode isn’t building a big plotline, and then by the next episode, they’re having to rebuild that plotline up without much room for showing the reactions of the characters to trauma.

#long #character development #talking about the writers #911 lone star #asks

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fishisms · 4 years ago

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Its late and I cant sleep so this is a long update because Its Been A Second

It might be obvious by now but I do want to clarify that i ended up chickening out of the sorority tank before it even began so all of the ladies ended up in their own tanks

Yuna ate most of the shrimp i gave her but a few found shelter in the filter and a few baby scrimplets hid out in the monte carlo. All the shrimps (with the exception of like 4 that are with Colossus to see how that goes) are in the 20 with Daud since apparently his Rage doesnt apply to these ones

Mindy arrived! Uh. Alive, yes... healthy? Not. Really. Shes very alert, super responsive and eats ravenously when i do give her a few pellets. However, shes's really swollen, pineconey scales, and laying at the bottom of her box when she doesnt need air or food. Im pretty sure its dropsy or something similar which is. Disappointing. I have her in a breeder box with a leaf rest stuck to the side so she can rest closer to the top if she wants. I have her on kanaplex as of now but its been... awhile and while she doesnt seem to have gotten better she also doesnt seem to have gotten worse. Im not sure how much longer I want to watch her because it seems cruel to let her go on like this, the fact that she hasnt lost any energy at all since ive gotten her gives me hope? Like all of my fish know that the water tap means food. She is just as energetic as emily is just without the mobility.

Work on the 65 is. Slow. Painful. What i saved in money i am more than making up for in labor. There is silicone bits and sand all through carpet in the fishroom but its off my bedroom floor at least and the carpet makes for a better workspace than hardwood anyway. Thinking im going to ask my lfs if they can get replacement rims for me but if not ill have to order them myself. The bottom rim was totally bowed in the front, sand caught between it and the silicone and the glass and it was cracked in several places anyway so its not like it could have been salvaged. the top rim is fine though, and with the trouble its giving me to get off... i might just leave it be.

In the meantime ive been trawling the local craigslist ads and found... a homemade co2 rig for $200 which took an HOUR drive both ways so that was uh. Fun. Just gotta find a place nearby to get it filled and replace the airline on it and she's good to go. I ALSO found uh. Another. 65. And a stand! And the guy ended up only asking $80 for it! Which was also. Another 2 hours of driving lmao.

Shortly after that my roomate also hauled off to a craigslist deal and i went along to help him move things, also because the guy had some smaller tanks on the cheap. I got out with 2 2.6gals, 2 5gals, assorted sponge filters, 2 bags of Very Nice substrate for $20 a bag and... a sizeable scab on my arm from having Ate Shit down this dude's weird steps.

Currently introducing kirin to billie just to maybe see if that is doable, since mindy is uh. Yknow. And because i have these nice nasty 2.6s now that are great for bbies

So thats the angels and the khullis in the new 65 (totaling 6 now since i stole rescued them out of R's tank since we havent seen him in like 2 months) and the 30 is now uh. Mollies, unexpectedly.

Had a lovely round of die offs. Some of which include all but one of my oldest mollies, the largest of my angels, and lizzie and blue. Its been A Time. Most of these stem from some hard spikes in the 30 after i went a little too hard during an all day round of tank cleaning

Drac is lapsed back into looking half dead after shredding his fins Again so that's fun.

Speaking of, Dracula x blue's fry are getting big and theyre enjoying their new 2.6 and sponge filter upgrade, i think theyre maybe about a month old now? I cant be sure but i think i can tell which ones are gonna take which coloration. Im super excited to see for certain since they werent really uh. Conventionally produced i guess.

#long post #betta fish #fishblr #bettablr #betta #not fish #KINDA I GUESS

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butter3drainbows · 5 years ago

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Title: Drunk Rice

Summary: Just a soft fic of Drunk! Risotto being touchy with his family friends.

(reposted this for all the pipz out there who spent their Valentines with friends and family. Happy Valentine’s Day yall🌹👌😂😘)

Music blared from the sound system as the club lights cast their blinding rays across the dancing bodies on the dancefloor. Formaggio and Pesci could be seen dancing, awkwardly in the case of the latter, from the table that the rest of the gang had occupied. Their group had just come from the hospital after paying their friend a visit from the ICU.

Gelato had only sustained minor injuries from the car crash, a few cuts and bruises here and there. Sorbet who had been behind the wheel had taken the brunt of the accident, sustained head trauma and a few broken bones.

Melone had insisted to go to the high end clubs (his treat) to loosen up after being assured by the doctors that their friends were in stable condition and are expected to have a full recovery.

News of the accident had rattled everyone but all of them knew who was distressed by the news the most.

“R’mber when you got fucked up by a train?”

Prosciutto sighed putting his drink down as he bore Risotto’s almost two hundred pound weight around his shoulders. Melone and Illuso snickered from across their round table as they captured the rare moment of Risotto, the serious and composed head recognized by the gang, inebriated and slurring; his speech less refined after too much of the expensive stuff Melone had ordered for them.

“I don’t think anyone would forget their near-death experience, Risotto.”

“That messed me*hic* messed me up so bad Pros,” Risotto cut in. He slammed his hand on the table jolting the empty bottles on top as well as the nearby patrons around their table.

“Why fuck were you even *hic* on the tracks? Don’t ya know tha’s dangerous?”

Prosciutto looked absolutely miserable which had Melone snorting a laugh. Illuso wasn’t doing any better, already doubled over and pounding the table with his fist. Prosciutto struggled to support Risotto’s upper body as the latter recounted the events that had almost gotten his friend killed as a child while making uncoordinated gestures with his hand.

“Always*hic* aaaaaalways tellin’ you guys*hic* t’be careful. ‘very year summun’ ends up *hic* in the fucking hospital…” Risotto shook his head removing his arm from Prosciutto’s shoulders, to the blonde’s relief, to pour himself another round. The amber liquid spilled on the side of his glass as he did, his motor skills not quite catching up with his intoxicated brain.

“Drink another round and you’ll be next.” Prosciutto chided before snapping his fingers at a passing cocktail waitress and ordering some water. He winced at the strain he had to endure on his shoulders as he stretched them to relieve the tension. His eyes signaled for Illuso to distance the alcohol from Risotto’s reach which meant collecting them all to one far-off side where Risotto’s long arms can’t reach. “That’s your last shot for tonight now drink your water and sober up a little. I’m not going to be one who’s going to haul your huge ass out of this club again if you don’t.”

Risotto laughed, the dimples on his cheek deepening the more he grinned, “You’d make *hic* a great nurse Pros.”

Prosciutto rolled his eyes “I am a nurse, Risotto. We work in the same hospital ah ah…!” Prosciutto stopped the burly arm that reached towards the collection of alcohol on Illuso’s side and slid a glass of water in front of the pouting mass of muscle.

“Look at his face!” Illuso all but wheezed at the face Risotto was making, lip jutting out and red eyes sulking as he took a sip from the glass of water. Melone casted his eyes towards Ghiacco who had been slowly inching away from Risotto for the past few hours as he made his descent into intoxication.

“Well aren’t we silent today eh Ghiacco?”

Ghiacco’s eyes shot towards Melone dangerously, mouthing “Fuck.off.” at his grinning friend. He stiffened and muttered a curse when he felt the heavy weight of Risotto’s arm around his shoulder followed by the undeniable stench of alcohol.

“Ghiacco~”

Ghiacco chanced a cautious look at the direction of the drawl and was met with mirthful red eyes.

Fuck that’s unsettling. Ghiacco thinks he might never accept a grinning Risotto as something natural.

“Why’rnt ya drinking?”

“Leave him alone Risotto. You know he’s allergic to alcohol.”

The look on Risotto’s face can only be registered as surprise as he passionately expressed his disbelief and distress at the fact that his friend cannot properly enjoy any sort of alcoholic drink.

“Hey hey what’s happenin he-Hooooly shit!” Formaggio laughed when he caught sight of Risotto’s drunken state. “Is Risotto drunk? Already?”

“What does it look like?” Prosciutto grumbled as Formaggio and Pesci took their seats around the table while Melone started to arrange drinks for them.

“Your kid is weak Pros. I had the ladies all round up for him and he still managed to bore them away.”

“B-but I did as you told me and struck a conversation.”

“You think chicks would be into the logistics of fishing with lures vs. fishing nets?”

“I-it’s the only thing I could think about…” Pesci trailed off forlornly, disappointed at having his efforts fail even with the help of his fratello.

“We’ll have to work with your conversation skills. Get yourself a drink and maybe you’ll act less like a mamoni with some alcohol in your system.” Prosciutto scolded. What was he gonna do with this kid?

From beside him he watched Risotto continue to harass Ghiacco, the latter looking like he wanted to be anywhere else but beside the older man beside him. He scoffed, “Yes suffer as I did” he thought.

“I r’mbered when I first met’ya*hic*. Arrogant lil’ shit wasn’t he Pros?” Ghiacco winced knowing the memory too well. Risotto laughed through his nose remembering something, “But not as*hic* not as arrogant as ‘luso the day I met ‘im tha’s for sure.”

“Hey!”

A round of laughter resounded around the table. Risotto’s eyes become serious as he trained them on Ghiacco.

“You’re alright now though, aren’t you Ghiac?”

“Yeah.”

“You can always talk to me. You know that right, fratello?”

“Tsk I know that.” Ghiacco’s tone was haughty but didn’t faze Risotto, “Life’s been less shitty so I don’t have anything to tell you.”

“Hmm tha’s good.”

Prosciutto’s lips twitched as he watched the resident hothead and the youngest of the group nod awkwardly at Risotto’s drunken mini-tirades. Prosciutto came to realize that this band of troublemakers had the common denominator of meeting Risotto first before coming together. Each had their own stories to tell, most of them not good like Ghiacco’s, but they had each other growing up which helped them in a way to not be consumed by the troubles of their past. They were all indebted to each other in some way and as Prosciutto sloshed his drink around his glass eyeing the people around his table, he couldn’t help but admit how grateful he was to be friends with this particular group of idiots.

He was pulled from his thoughts at the sound of glass shattering and he cursed at Risotto who apparently was not able to control the force of him “tapping” a wineglass with a spoon. He was unapologetic, muttering a half-meant “oops” as he put down the remains of the shattered glass on the table.

“I have something to say.” All attention was focused on Risotto. His voice had sobered considerably which meant he was about to drop some serious talk. After a while, his red eyes regarded the people surrounding the table.

“You know I love you guys right? I mean to me,” he gestured to all of them in an awkward wave, “you are all family. And family is important to me so please please take better care of yourselves. What happened last week should be the last time I see a brother wheeled into the ER covered in their own blood.”

Risotto listened to their sounds of agreement with Formaggio and Illuso drawing out “sooorry Risottoooo~” in the background. Risotto nodded, satisfied with their response.

“Siamo una famiglia, si?”

A collection of yeahs sounded from around the table. Melone raised his glass for a toast dedicating it to their years of friendship and the years to come. Each grabbed their own with Prosciutto slipping Risotto’s glass of water towards his wandering hand when it went too close to a shot glass. The others followed suit with loud exclamations of salud around the table. Prosciutto stopped mid-sip when he heard sniffles beside him.

“Jesus, Risotto…” He watched Risotto wipe his tears with his handkerchief, his eyes down casted but his lips smiling. The next thing he knew, Risotto was reaching towards him with his arm pulling the smaller man in a tight hug.

“Ti voglio bene fratello.” Prosciutto clicked his tongue but returned the embrace anyway patting Risotto’s broad back as he mumbled small messages of thanks against his shoulder. His strained voice told Risotto to let up on his grip before he suffocates and the larger man released his hold around him but not before leaving a kiss on Prosciutto’s forehead. He then faced a wide-eyed Ghiacco, his intention the same but his messages considerably longer consisting of words of advice telling him to be less angry and how he will always see him as a baby brother.

“What the fuck, who’re you calling a baby brother. I’m a fucking grown ass man…” Ghiacco mumbled in his seat hiding the redness of his cheeks with his glass as he took a sip of his drink and rubbed the kissed spot on his cheek. It was clear that it was Risotto’s plan to embrace everyone when he got up from his seat and slowly walked his away around to the other side of the table. Illuso, not one for hugs, cursed and was ready to bolt from his spot but was held down by Formaggio and Melone.

“Let him.” Prosciutto sighed waving his hand exasperatedly, “Just…let him.”

Risotto was a force to be reckoned with when he’s drunk and touchy, any attempts to deter him from hugging someone would be futile. He simply won’t stop until he has managed to wrap his arms around his target and say what needs to be said.

“Now now, Illuso. Rice hugs are rare so you gotta enjoy this once in a lifetime treat.” Melone laughed.

“Yeah, ladies and gentlemen would kill each other for one of these. You’re lucky to get one for free.” Formaggio laughed alongside Melone as they held down their struggling friend.

Risotto managed to finish his personal mission of showering his friends with acts of affection with a little difficulty from Illuso as he was nearly the same size as him. Formaggio and Melone, he had no trouble with; the both of them meeting his embrace with open arms while muttering their own words against each other’s shoulders. Last was Pesci who he whispered a secret about Prosciutto caring for him more than he let on and that he shouldn’t let his harsh words get to him because he only wanted him to be the best that he could be. By the end of the hug, Pesci was tearing up on his own which caused Prosciutto to scold him again for being soft.

Boy’s night didn’t end until four am in the morning as all of them had no other plans or work scheduled for that day. Risotto as well as several others ended up being wasted after Formaggio funded another two rounds of the bar’s stronger selections. Prosciutto was all hissy about it of course cursing more than Ghiacco throughout the whole ordeal of chucking full grown men into the seats of his and Ghiacco’s car while threatening anyone who would dare ruin his car’s interior. Ghiacco was surprisingly silent throughout the process thinking that the blonde was cursing enough in two languages for the both of them. All had made it home safe that morning, each suffering through the effects of last night on their own by the time they woke up.

#SFW #FriendshipFloof #LaSquadra #RisottoNero #Prosciutto #Melone #Formaggio #Pesci #Illuso #Gelato #Sorbet #Ghiacco #InkButter

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stanning-seb-stan · 5 years ago

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Red - Bucky Barnes soulmate fic

Authors Note: This is the first time I’ve written anything in quite a long time. It came to me as I was washing dye out of my hair and also due to binge reading soulmate fics recently. Sorry for any typos or such as it’s unedited!!

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I let out a sigh that sounded more like a groan as I re-situated my backpack on my shoulders. My retail shift had been worse than normal at the grocery store and I was ready to be home. Not only had the weekly shipment been several hours late, two coworkers never showed up and I got yelled at by an elderly woman for my pastel rainbow hair being “too strange” and “unprofessional”. Too bad she couldn’t see my multiple tattoos beneath my uniform, but then again that may have shocked her to her grave. To top the day off, I still had to drop by Peter’s to help him with some research for his college classes.

It wasn’t that I didn’t like Peter. Peter was actually one of my best friends, along with MJ and Ned. But today I just wasn’t in the mood to deal with anything else in person. I needed a nap. Well, pizza and then a nap. I pulled my phone out and tapped the text thread nicknamed “Trio of Trouble” and quickly typed out a text to both of my best friends.

“Order pizza or im going home to zzzzz” I sent.

“Geez was it really that bad?” Came Peter’s response.

“A grandma almost went to an early grave at the sight of Y/N/N’s apparently wild hair. Pizzas already ordered, your faves” came MJ’s almost instant reply.

“Wait how does MJ know deets I don’t?” Peter’s text included a crying emoji.

“She works with me, dumbass,” I texted back, unable to help the small smile Peter’s dramatics brought on. Trust them to always make me smile even on my worst days. “Be there soon, just a block away,” I sent a second text, locking my phone screen and slipping it in my back pocket as I crossed an intersection, shoving my hands into the front pocket of my oversized tie dye hoodie.

A few minutes later I reached Peter’s apartment building and let myself in before starting to sprint up the stairs. By the second flight, I was out of breath and groaned at my own foolishness, slowing down and climbing the rest of the way to the fifth floor at a slower and slower pace. I was still out of breath when the door was jerked open as I lifted my hand to knock.

“Let me guess, you tried running up the stairs again like the dummy you are?” I was greeted by Peter’s wide grin.

MJ was rolling her eyes from behind him. “Ignore him, he may be my soulmate, but god he can be such a child,” she spoke up, turning and heading down the short hall to the couch in the living room.

My smile fell slightly as she mentioned soul mates. I tried to hide it before Peter noticed, but he was too quick. “You’ll find yourself one day,” he spoke softly to me, moving to follow his girlfriend.

I tried to give them a hopeful smile as I flopped onto the couch, reaching for the pizza box as I shrugged. “I mean, sure I’m the oldest of our group and y’all found each other years ago, but I still have my tattoo, so he’s at least alive?” I picked the slice of pizza that had an air bubble in the crust and shoved a bite in my mouth.

Every person was born with a tattoo on their right ribs with the first words your soulmate would ever speak to you. MJ and I had shown each other ours when we first became friends in middle school. Hers happened to say, “Hi, I’m Peter Parker.” So she at least had a name to go off of and had actually known she’d very likely meet her soulmate the day we started high school and roll was called. Peter’s mark read, “Yeah, dumbass, I gathered that from roll call.” They hit it off after that, and I stayed the loyal third wheel. Now, just about a decade later at age 24, I still had my tattoo but hadn’t yet met whoever my soulmate was. The words were still there, clear as the day I was born, so my soulmate had to be alive as the ink faded if your soulmate died.

My internal monologue was interrupted when Peter nudged my leg with the toe of his shoe. “Earth to Y/N,” he teased, making me realized he must have already called my name once. When I turned towards him, he tilted his head to the side. “What’s yours say exactly again?”

“I’ve always loved the color red,” I mumbled, sighing a bit and pulling my legs into the couch after kicking my tennis shoes off to reveal my socks that had llamas on them.

It was quiet for a moment as we continued to eat out pizza before MJ broke the silence. “You should dye your hair red next,” she spoke, her gaze lifting to me suddenly.

“I’m sorry, what? I’m not following here,” Peter’s voice broke in before I could respond. “Why would she do that? Rainbow is the Y/N/N classic.”

“I love you, but for an Avenger, you sure are dumb sometimes,” MJ teases. “She’d do it to catch her soulmate’s eye. If they like red enough to comment on it first thing to a stranger, then it’s probably their favorite color. So if she dyes her hair bright red, she’s sure to attract their attention if they’re nearby at all.”

I started to protest, but Peter didn’t give me a chance, “Oh my god that’s perfect. Forget studying, let’s dye your hair. May won’t be home for several hours so she’ll never know we did it here.”

“You usually get your dye from the shop down on the corner, I can pay if you don’t get your check until next week,” MJ glanced towards me, talking excitedly.

“Don’t I get a say in this at all?” I piped up, watching as they both got off the couch and started to grab their phones and wallets to head down to the shop.

“Nope, not today,” came Peter’s quick response as he grabbed my hand and hauled my ass off the couch. “Now get your shoes back on. MJ and I have to give you a makeover.”

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The subway slowed to a halt as I felt my phone vibrate in my back pocket. I reached for it, releasing my grip on the pole I stood beside. I unlocked it, tapping the thread with MJ to respond and let her know I was on my way to meet her for lunch. As I hit send, the train started forward again, causing me to lose my balance and fall backwards. I closed my eyes, waiting for the hard impact of the floor, but it never came. Instead, my back hit someone’s hard chest, causing them to let out a grunt of surprise. I scrambled to find my own footing again as the stranger’s hand caught my elbow and helped me stand. I could feel my face flushing in embarrassment, shifting to turn towards them and thank them when they spoke first.

“I’ve always loved the color red,” the man’s deep yet gentle voice spoke, his lips pulling into a cute lopsided smirk.

“Thanks, it’s my soulmate’s favorite color,” I responded before his words actually registered. It was awkwardly quiet for a moment then as we both stared, wide eyed and realizing what the other had said. “I’m sorry did you just say I’ve always loved the color red?” I repeated after a moment.

“Did you just say it’s your soulmate’s favorite color?” He quipped in response. When I nodded a bit sheepishly, he shook his head in amusement. “Damn. It could have been any damn color, but I guess fate decided it for us when I said I’ve always liked red, huh?”

I shyly grinned in response, nearly losing my balance again as the train slowed to another stop. His hand reached out to grab my elbow again, and my cheeks flushed red. “Hi, I’m Y/N. Sorry for falling for you,” I teased.

“Bucky,” came my soulmate’s response, small wrinkles of amusement forming at the corner of his blue eyes as he grinned again.

“Bucky as in Bucky fucking Barnes?” I gasped slightly.

“Technically my name is James Buchanan, not Bucky Fucking, hope I don’t disappoint,” he responded, a laugh etching his words.

“Damn, Peter always told me he thought you and I would get along. He’s going to think he played matchmaker or some shit now,” my laugh echoed his as confusion crossed his face for a moment.

“Wait, are you Y/F/N, the one the Parker kid always goes on about always ending up in the ER?” His eyebrows pushed together as he realized the connection between his teammate and I, and I grinned.

“Hey now, I’m not always causing trouble! I’m just clumsy and that doesn’t always pair well with some of our fun!” I attempted to defend myself, but fell towards him again as the subway lurched to a start.

“I’ll take your clumsiness anytime if it means you’ll be falling in my arms every day,” Bucky laughed, his blue eyes shining as he caught me again.

#bucky barnes red #bucky #bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x reader soulmate #marvel #fanfic #bucky barnes fanfic #bucky x reader #soulmate au #bucky barnes soulmate #soulmate fic

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thaliagrayce · 5 years ago

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@ariihen absolutely. consider yourself destroyed. This is a little lighter on the jasico than most of my stuff, but like... I had fun and it’s still homestuck au? I hope you like it anyway. I love a lot of parts of homestuck but honestly the beginning, when they were trying to figure out this weird fucking game, was one of my favorites

-- gracefulArgonaut [GA] began pestering tumultuousTartarus [TT] at 16:13 --

GA: Im Still Supposed To Be Bullying You Right Now Because Apparently That’s What Were Supposed To Do

GA: But Ive Been Watching You For An Hour Now And You’ve Been Listening To The Same Song And Staring At The Corner The Entire Time

GA: Are You

GA: Are You Okay?

Nico blinked down at the new messages from gracefulArgonaut, squinting a little to try and read the light blue letters against the white backdrop of pesterChum. It was confusing for a number of reasons, most of which he didn’t want to touch. It was the first time GA had contacted him, but far from the first time he’d been approached by random hostile strangers on pesterChum. Despite the influx of other, much meaner anonymous messages he’s gotten within the past year, this one unsettled him more than most.

He glanced at his computer speakers, which were playing Wake Me Up When September Ends for—he glanced at the screen, which had his music history open—the sixteenth time in a row. He had, in fact, been zoning out in the direction of the corner for almost the entire time. gracefulArgonaut or whatever had no way of knowing that. He looked down at the messages again, chewing on his bottom lip. Responding to these trolls wasn’t productive, he knew that from experience, but that was… super specific.

The last note faded away, bleeding into the intro again. Seventeen times. He unfolded his legs from the position he had been sitting on his bed in, wincing at the twinge in his knees and shaking the numbness out of them as best he could, and moved to his desk chair. Under the window that was playing his music was a pop-up from the Sburb beta. It had taken a while (or maybe he just hadn’t noticed it for a while), but the server application had finished installing.

Instead of sending anything back to GA, he switched to a different chat.

-- tumultuousTartarus [TT] began pestering effluentBlade [EB] at 16:15 --

TT: Okay.

TT: I have the option to start a server now and I’m going to do that.

TT: You only have to join when I send you the invite, it shouldn’t be too difficult on your end.

He set up the server and tried to connect, but the client server was unresponsive. He twisted his skull ring around his finger and stared at the screen. Another few messages from GA came in, but he ignored them.

-- [TT] [EB] --

TT: You there?

TT: Percy?

EB: oh yeah lol I’m here, I just had to do something for my mom

EB: it’s good, got it, hitting enter now

Another message from GA pinged in the background. They were persistent, usually the trolls would ignore him after he disappeared for too long. He glanced at the media player again. Wake Me Up When September Ends was on its seventeenth and a half playthrough. Even if they were just making a scarily accurate guess, GA might have had a point. It was a good song, but it was also without doubt his Depression Song. He hovered his mouse over the icon at the bottom of the screen, considering.

The Sburb window suddenly changed from the black background and green text that he had been seeing for an hour to a loading screen, and his speakers started pumping out instrumental music over top of his emopunk. He paused Green Day, fighting a smile. Finally.

-- [TT] [EB] --

EB: oh shit dude, false alarm, mom needs me again

EB: I’ll be back in five minutes, don’t worry

Nico let out a groan and leaned back in his chair, letting his head flop back against the headrest. He’d been wanting to play this game for months, but apparently he wouldn’t ever be able to. Percy, as usual, had better things to do than spend time with him. Thalia was still pretending that she was too cool to want to play in some misguided attempt to… establish dominance in their group? Impress all of them with her apathy? Make sure her mother was just as miserable as she was? Nico didn’t know, and he didn’t have the patience to try to dismantle whatever was going on in her brain now. She wanted to play somewhere in there, and she would eventually. That’s what mattered to Nico. Annabeth was… Nico didn’t actually know where she was now, but she wasn’t responding to messages. As usual. Probably knee-deep in some project, hyperfocusing so hard that she forgot to blink for five minutes.

At least Percy tried connecting before he left. The loading music was kind of nice, too. Maybe Percy didn’t actually have to be there in order for Nico to play.

There was another ping from GA. Nico bit his lip. It couldn’t be any more unsettling than the initial messages had been, right? He opened the chat.

- - [GA] [TT] - -

GA: I See Youve Moved To A More Comfortable Sitting Location

GA: Good

GA: That Couldnt Have Been Good For Your Back

GA: Or Your Legs

GA: Or Your Mental Health Probably

GA: I Also See That You Are Ignoring Me

GA: Which I Should Have Expected

GA: I Did Explicitly State That I Was Supposed To Bully You

TT: You know, the whole telling me what I’m doing in the moment that I’m doing it thing is a little bit creepier than your group’s usual brand of cyberbullying, but the rest of your approach could really use some work in the hostility department.

TT: Part of your strategy? Be nice, but like, really weird about it? I admit, that might be effective, if you actually planned it out. Make me feel as uncomfortable with my friendships as I do with the rest of you.

TT: Who, apparently, all know each other and have banded together in an organized campaign against myself and my friends?

GA: Oh! Youre Here

GA: Uh

GA: I Kind Of Have A Viewport That Lets Me See The Four Of You?

GA: Mine Is Focused On You At The Moment

GA: I Explained This To You Last Time

TT: Did you, now?

GA: Well

GA: Last Time From My Perspective

GA: Probably It Will Be Next Time From Your Standpoint

GA: Anyway

GA: Im Glad That You Seem To Be More Responsive Now

GA: Youre

GA: Different Than I Expected

GA: And Different Than You Were Before?

Behind pesterChum, the window for Sburb changed. Nico could see… Percy’s bedroom? Strange. He shot a quick message to gracefulArgonaut.

- - [GA] [TT] - -

TT: As fascinating as that avenue of conversation would be to explore, I have better things to do now.

TT: How about you stop creeping on my life and leave me alone? Worth consideration. Might be a more effective way of bullying me, leave me in confusion.

GA: That Certainly Is A Strategy

GA: I Confess That Im Not Very Good At Bullying Though

GA: And You Fascinate Me

GA: I Think I Would Like To Be Friends Actually

TT: Well, try again later, I guess. As I said, I have better things to do now.

He exited the chat, but didn’t log out of pesterChum entirely. Hopefully, Percy would be back soon. Nico could see him in his room, dicking around with a foam sword. Nico scrolled through Percy’s apartment until he was in an uninhabited room—the bathroom. Perfect. He hit the select button and clicked the bathtub. He could worry about GA later, it was time to learn these controls right now.

#mj talks #my writing #*percy voice* tell me what is wrong with this picture.#OKAY i know this took forever but like i had a lot of fun writing it and i hope you like it #i've thought a lot about the roles different characters play and parallels between homestuck and percy jackson characters #percy as john #nico as rose #thalia as dave #annabeth as jade #still have to figure out how jason and thalia are still siblings bc deffo that's important in every universe #but jason as kanaya #jasico as rosemary???? i'm a little in love with this concept so i hope you see where i'm coming from #anyway idk if i'll write more in this universe but i promise you i'll think about it more so #if you ever want to talk pjo homestuck aus #i'm ya gal #jasico #hoo

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cryptocism · 5 years ago

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ive been scrolling through ur blog for a while (cuz ur dc opinions are Top Fucking Notch) and i saw what you said abt bart in tt 03 and f:fma and while i totally agree (it killed tt 03 for me lol) im super curious abt how youd do his development if given the opportunity?

I’ve been thinking about this one like A Lot so buckle up this is long:

it would kind of depend? On whether or not he’d be in an ensemble team like Teen Titans or with his own solo series.

I understand metatextually why he became Kid Flash in TT, since they needed him to be more mature and a more recognizable character and having him upgrade costumes/codenames is a good shortcut for both. But I’ve already talked about why it didn’t sit right with me.

So, lets flip the script a little bit - the start of TT would be largely the same. Our boy Bart is on the new Titans team, and things are kind of awkward after YJ disbanded, also Max is gone and Bart’s relationship with Wally is still not doing great. Things are rough, Bart has newfound doubts to deal with, especially now that the world seems to have gotten harsher and everyone seems to have a lot less patience to deal with him. The pressure to be more mature and a recognizable character is coming from other characters now rather than an authorial need: he’s reminded to take things seriously, or that he should know better by now, that he needs to slow down and think more. So Bart decides a change is necessary, and we get the library scene. He reads all the books, he reappears as Kid Flash, saves Tim via bullet catch, disassembles a gun, takes down Slade, etc. etc. Here’s my departure from canon though: it doesn’t work.

Kid Flash is not a solution, or a magical cure for immaturity. Reading a whole library so he’s miraculously smarter and more mature and capable is, at its core, a pretty naive conclusion. And it makes sense he would think that. But it doesn’t work. He’s still impulsive, distractible, hasty. He can’t put a lid on his own sense of humor. People still think he’s annoying or lazy or careless. And he keeps trying - he knows all this stuff now, he read a whole library! - but he’s still apparently too much the same person as he's always been. And even though he’s trying very hard to live up to the Kid Flash name, it still doesn’t feel like him. Wally doesn’t like it, since Bart is literally just imitating him now, which makes things between the two even worse. And Bart keeps worrying about what’s supposed to come afterwards, since “Kid Flash” is inherently temporary, and while Impulse was only peripherally related to the flash legacy, Kid Flash comes with expectations.

Bart is trying very very hard to be ‘grown up’ and ‘mature’, but he hasn’t actually learned anything other than a bunch of facts (which are still useful, but) he’s just trying to be who everyone expects him to be.

And this is what i mean about the ensemble thing, because this arc would be in conversation with the rest of the core four, who are also trying very hard to be people they’re not, but all in different ways. Bart obviously with the codename change, but Cassie, Tim, and Kon all have similar issues, they’re all trying to imitate people.

Tim is doing his Batman jr. routine, reverting back to the persona he had at the start of YJ. He’s cagey and mysterious and does questionable things without telling anybody, because he’s de-facto leader of the team again, and he has to be better than he is. No more kid stuff, the Titans are serious, he has to treat it like a job, not like a sleepover. And this whole act is putting distance between him and his friends.

Cassie is trying her hardest to put herself in a support role. Donna’s gone and she has some big shoes to fill (she and Tim could probably bond about that if he weren’t stubbornly trying to brood at all hours of the day) and she’s doing her best to just Be Donna. Cassie and Tim would work better with their team roles swapped, and they both sort of know this - Cassie is naturally charismatic, thinks on her feet, can maintain good PR, and when she’s confident in herself is great at leading. Tim is partial to planning ahead, secrets, and keeping in the shadows, and is better at being a confidant and emotional problem solver among the team (when he allows himself to be open among friends, that is).

But they’re both trying to fit themselves into what they see as pre-ordained roles: Robin is leader, Wondergirl is a supportive mediator. But Cassie’s got a temper and little patience for people being idiots, and Tim’s not predisposed to spotlights.

Kon on the other hand has a story that’s less about who he should be and more who he shouldn’t be. The Lex Luthor dad storyline is here (minus the mind control shit, although the threat of it is still brought up) and Kon is doing his level best to do nothing that could be interpreted as something Lex might do. While everyone is doing their best to Not be their own person, Kon has no idea if he ever was his own person. He’s questioning everything he does, wondering if it’s some kind of evil gene showing through when he’s angry or petty or selfish. He’s going through lots of clone angst.

So they’re all dealing with expectations and who they are or aren’t supposed to be, trying to fit themselves into boxes that don’t suit them and then convincing themselves that this is how it ought to be. Kon ought to avoid feeling or acting in any negative light because any sign of Luthor is a sign of evil, Cassie ought to tone herself down and act like Donna, Tim ought to step up and lead the team and act like Dick, and Bart ought to listen better and be smarter and slow down and grow up and do his level best to just Be Wally.

Throughout the issues they’d all get a spotlight on their various crises, taking them through complimenting character arcs. Kon would realize through a couple close encounters and chats with ma and pa and talks with his friends and citizens of metropolis that nobody is all good or all bad. Clark can be a real asshole sometimes and Luthor’s actually done a fair bit of good (usually in his own interests, but still we’re gunning for nuance). Turns out he doesn’t have a dark side to be tempted by, he was made from 50% complex person and 50% complex person, just like everyone else. Which means he isn’t destined to be the next Superman, or Superman’s next supervillain. He’s just like, a person. With his own thoughts and feelings that have nothing to do with genetics.

Tim would wear himself out and hide it from everybody until he killed himself, but it’s only when he sees Cassie also wearing herself out too that his ‘somebody needs somebody’ instincts kick in and they’re actually able to talk about how miserable they both are. Through some trial and error they’re able to figure out a good co-leader system for leading the team, having each other’s backs along the way, which allows for them both being able to help out the other members of their team with their own shit i.e. Kon and Bart’s identity issues.

Bart is, like Cassie and Tim, wearing himself out trying to be this perfect version of Wally that never actually existed. He actually hates the recognition the new name gives him, because people have expectations for him now, ones he can never seem to live up to. He’s bad at following orders still, which makes him a pretty shit sidekick for Wally, in fact he’s just pretty shit at being a sidekick in general. But, he reasons, he’s supposed to be grown up and responsible now, and responsibility is all about doing shit you hate until you die, so he’s probably on the right track.

It’s only later, once he gets some support from his friends, who help him deal with things like Max and YJ disbanding and stuff that he’s able to actually sit down and have a heart-to-heart with Wally. Wally confesses that he understands the pressure to live up to a legacy, and how he did his best to just Be Barry when he became the flash. In fact while Bart was trying to live up to Wally and be a good sidekick, Wally was trying to live up to Barry and be a good mentor. Wally’s the one to tell him that Bart’s always done his own thing, and is at his best when he does. They both agree they suck as partners, but maybe they should’ve tried to be family first. And there’s probably a racing metaphor in there somewhere because speedsters love their racing metaphors.

ANyway Bart returns to Impulse, forging a new path, getting along better with Wally now and hanging out with him just as civilians with no pretense. He learns some valuable lessons about how maturity can’t be learned in a book, and that he’ll get it himself the more he lives and learns from experience. The Titans all get along better now that they’re all sure of their places in the group, and they can all go on just being themselves without worrying about expectations or roles to fill or whatever.

...If Bart still had his solo series instead though, id actually want it to go in a sort of different direction? The thing about living up to predecessors and trying to be some ideal version of another person works well for the Titans because they can all deal with a similar issue in different ways, but I think it would also be interesting to do the complete opposite.

Lots of shitty things happened in very quick succession in Bart’s life that he had no control over: Max’s disappearance, having to move in with Jay and Joan (who are nice, but whom he barely knows,) leaving his friends in Alabama, Young Justice breaking up… Basically, things kind of suck for Bart, and all he wants is for them to go back to the way they were. Instead of trying to be grown up or mature or whatever, Bart is resisting every single encroaching thing about coming adulthood. Because all growing up ever seems to mean is that everything changes and either you have to leave the people you love or they have to leave you.

So this series would focus mostly on that, both in his civilian life; going into high school, not knowing anybody, the few friends he does make are less interested in ‘kid stuff’ and more focused on dating and interpersonal drama, high school itself seems to be geared entirely toward the “what are you going to do with your life” question, when he visits his old friends back in manchester, they’ve all kind of grown up without him. And in hero life; everyone from Young Justice is trying to move on and not talking to each other, his father figure and mentor is gone and he's not really jiving well with the rest of the flash family, and people just seem to have less patience for Impulse now that he’s older.

Growing up is hard. It’s hard and no one understands. Especially not when you’re also a superhero and have dealt with some quality trauma like losing loved ones and feeling yourself die. So it makes sense that Bart would resist that in every way possible, do his best to pretend like everything is still how it used to be, for once in his life just trying to make everything stay put. He refuses to get rid of his old stuff, he doesn’t want to treat any villainous threats seriously, people in school keep talking about college and jobs and tuition fees and Bart wants none of that, he acts out, refuses responsibility, gets reckless under the pretense that he never used to have to be cautious.

And this is the part where I’d bring in Inertia, cause Thad was robbed and I want him to have an actual arc that doesn’t end with infant-splosion. Also he can have a good ol companion arc to Bart. Welcome to foils everybody, where two identical boys with opposing life experiences get to thematically compare and contrast with each other as they deal with the trials and tribulations of growing up.

So, I’m ignoring every appearance Thad ever made after Impulse 1995, picking up instead where his story left off where he swore vengeance on his creators and disappeared into the speed force. And he’s off to do exactly what he said; Thad Thawne II is going to kill his namesake/grandfather/creator - the president of Earthgov.

But, turns out assassinating the president of a whole fucking planet is a lot harder than he thought - Thad has planned extensively for every moment of his life, so once he starts going off script things predictably go a little off the fuckin rails. Thad fails, obviously. For one because despite how much President Thawne might deserve to die, Thad at this point hasn’t done anything worse than attempted murder, and making him a killer would put a wrench in any kind of redemption arc he could have. Also he’s acting on rage, in a highly emotional state, basically going up against the entire government. Of course he’s going to get caught by the science police and brought into custody.

Bart, meanwhile is jumping with both feet into any kind of escapism he can find, which involves various time travel shenanigans and lands him in the 30th century. He gets to reunite however briefly with his mom, but the mission he had gets derailed by the appearance of Inertia.

Every time Bart and President Thawne interact, the president always seems to make a bid to sway Bart to the Thawne side. This never works, which is part of the reason Inertia exists in the first place; a version of Bart that the president could control. When Inertia landed in the 30th century, hell bent on assassinating his creator, the President subdued him and eventually coerced him back over to the Thawne side of the family feud. No longer a rogue agent, Inertia is back to his old self, all about destroying Bart and the rest of the Allens.

They have a battle, taking place all over the 30th century city, and Bart does his best but Inertia has the entire Earthgov police force on his side, and Bart eventually gets captured. He gets taken to some kind of holding facility, meets with the President who monologues as him while Inertia stands beside him like a good lackey. Then suddenly the speed-inhibiting cuffs or whatever Inertia had put on Bart to stop his speed malfunctions, and Inertia drops the act, now Impulse and Inertia working together to take down the Earthgov people holding them there.

Turns out as soon as Inertia knew he couldn’t take out the president, what with all the military force President Thawne had on his side, he bided his time until he could. He uses Bart’s help to finally get President Thawne cornered, and the assassination plan is back on track. Except now Bart is the thing stopping him. He makes the argument about how murder bad. Heroes don’t kill, etc. Inertia insists he isn’t a hero. But Bart reminds him that that’s not how Max saw him.

Inertia hesitates just enough that President Thawne is able to get away, and now the two of them have to make an escape attempt back to the past. Bart insists on trying to take Meloni with them, and they try but ultimately fail somehow (maybe someone has to stay behind to make sure they can make the trip safely, idk. At first Thad is willing to stay behind, since there’s nothing really for him in the past. But Meloni knows that President Thawne would destroy him if he did, and she can’t let harm come to either of her sons - and she does consider Thad her son, just like Bart. She’s had far too little time with either of them, but she loves them all the same. She tells them to take care of each other, and is the first to encourage them to be like, actual brothers.)

After yet another tearful goodbye, Bart swearing he’ll find a way for them to all be together again, Bart and Thad go back. And they do end up having to lean on each other, because shit’s tough for the both of them. Thad initially wants to apologize and possibly reunite with Max and Helen, and then finds out Max is gone. And Bart has someone who understands exactly what he’s going through.

Things get a little more lighthearted from here. Bart and Thad don’t get along well at first, since they’re both going through rough times and lots of changes and their first instincts are to lash out at each other. But eventually they form a sort of camaraderie through shared grief, then shared fish-out-of-water experiences. Which evolves into shared inside jokes and video games and comic books and they become slow but steady friends.

They upgrade into brothers when Bart defends Thad against the repeated (and not entirely undeserved) suspicion he receives from the rest of the Flash family. Jay and Joan take him in, but it’s clear they don’t trust him, and neither does Wally. Bart stands up for Thad, arguing that he’s as much of a Thawne as Thad is, and treating Thad like he’s the next Cobalt Blue is just going to ensure that history never changes and stupid family feuds are forever. After this, Thad starts trusting Bart a little more, and kind of solves Bart’s problems regarding encroaching adulthood with his friendship. Neither of them really had a childhood, and Thad hasn’t experienced 21st century life at all, much less the societal expectations to grow up. So Bart gets to have fun again, and Thad won't judge any of his games or his books or his attitude or interests for being childish or lame because he’s fascinated by the experience of anything regardless of the target audience.

And from there it's a series about these two becoming brothers and growing up and the different lessons they learn and wacky characters they meet along the way. Thad ironically also puts Bart in a position where he has to take on more responsibility, since even though Thad can imitate heroic actions and is actually pretty good at it, he doesn’t understand what makes them heroic. Bart has to draw on a lot of the things Max taught him and now has to teach them to Thad.

There’s crossover comics with Superboy, where Bart laments about having to deal with grown up stuff, and Kon gives him a new perspective on the whole “being young forever” thing, since that was a reality Kon actually had to deal with and it sucked.

Through various misadventures they meet new and familiar characters to give them different perspectives on the whole passage of time thing. Villains who despise children or childish things, villains who embrace it but probably too much. People who talk about growing up as the worst time of their lives, others talking about it like it was the best. Kids and adults alike trying to force Bart and Thad to act a certain way while treating them another.

The two of them come to opposing conclusions about this; Thad wants to embrace change completely, partly because he wants to experience firsthand all that life has to offer, but also his worldview depends on believing that anyone can change, and anyone can be better, because he has to believe he can be redeemed for all the shitty stuff he did. Bart, on the other hand, knows his life isn’t perfect but thinks, based on recent events, that it’s all just going to get worse from here, and so resists change as much as possible.

Thad, in his haste to experience everything, sometimes ends up going too far, either burning both of them out, or pushing them into situations that they’re not ready for or are ill-equipped to handle. Bart, on the other hand is so resistant to change or responsibility that he stops them from doing actual necessary things like planning their futures or doing chores or making new friends. This acts as the crux for their main conflict that slowly builds throughout the series, and then in a finale to the arc, they both figure out a way to get Meloni back to the past, and to raise some stakes they have a falling out in the middle of the mission about it.

Bart accuses Thad of trying to leave him behind, or trying to be the better version of him again, and that old insecurity about Thad replacing him crops up. Thad thinks Bart just can’t handle anything outside his personal bubble and wants to force him to live in the real world. Plus he also feels kind of abandoned by Bart, who often would leave Thad to do the scary adult things on his own.

Tensions still high, there's suddenly an external threat to deal with - probably president thawne and the science police - and they attempt to continue arguing even while fighting the president. I’m making this up as I go so lets say yada yada big climactic moment it's looking like the two might fail to get Meloni back and they’re both still angry with each other and Bart just… can’t take it anymore.

He keeps losing people, and the ones he keeps he always seems to screw up with. And at the end of the day he’s just a kid who wants his mom. Is that really so much to ask? So there’s a reversal, a parallel, if you will, of the assassination attempt from the beginning of the series, this time with Bart. Or, because I don’t think many people would buy that Bart would actually ever for real kill someone, maybe he’s finally about to get his mom back, but she doesn’t want to go (since she made that deal with the president that he wouldn’t harm anyone of the Allen family so long as she stayed with him) so he’s trying to force her, risking the lives/well-being of the entire Allen bloodline across all of time.

This time it’s Thad who has to talk him down, who has to remind him about being a hero, who has to remind him that trying to go back to some magical time in the past where things were better is just going to stop him from learning and growing as a person, and that doing anything and everything possible to get there is just going to lead to Bart doing something he Actually Can’t walk back from.

Alright but here’s the thing because having Bart be forced to leave his mom again for like the billionth time is tired and overdone, and personally the whole message about heroics involving extreme and damaging amounts of sacrifice can only go so far. So here; Thad and Bart are both right.

Like on the one hand, yeah, it’s childish and selfish for Bart to want to be with his mom at the expense of literally everyone else in his family. On the other hand, the fact that they can’t be together because some asshole is upholding a stupid grudge is bad and unfair and wrong. The issue needing to be fixed is not the kid who wants his mom, it’s the jackass keeping them apart (and who also wants to kill/imprison people). So Bart convinces Thad that they have to save Meloni, and Thad convinces Bart that there has to be another way - one where they get their mom back and the Allens don’t have to be hunted.

The whole story would be leading up to the two of them coming to this conclusion; the healthy middle between the two extremes. Where they have the maturity to plan ahead and sort through their differences and figure out the best course of action with the least amount of collateral, but they don’t let go of that adolescent need for justice and fairness - that thing that makes you dig in your heels and say “no. That’s not fair, that’s not right.”

SO here’s where I’d put the title card: “Bartholomew and Thaddeus Take Down The Government”. How do they do it? No idea! I’m flyin by the seat of my pants here! Do they run for office? Do they publicize the president’s crimes in such a way he gotta go to jail? Do they somehow turn public opinion against him enough to get him out of office? idk!!! And I don’t remember enough about Earthgov’s political situation to put an accurate read on what exactly they might do to disrupt it.

Either way they don’t kill him, manage to free their mom, and they all go back to the past together. And a new arc would involve the three of them getting settled in the past; Meloni would be a main character now, and hers is a two-pronged fish out of water story where she’s trying to figure out how shit works in the past, with overtones of the struggles of being a single parent.

And... I’m not going to say any more about that because this is long enough already oof.

TL;DR I think a coming of age story would be cool for Bart, and having to deal with growing up when he never really had a childhood. Also the comic itself would be aimed at younger audiences, who can probably relate to having a Bad Time in the Teens and wacky hijinks with friends and siblings.

#soapbox #anonymous #asks

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staruplatinum · 5 years ago

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A Night With Prosciutto

this was a commission for the lovely @babyybitchhh . It was so much fun to write this, I really enjoyed the Idea and i hope I did it justice! (●♡∀♡))ヾ☆*。also, fyi, im terrible at titles.

word count: 3,400

warnings: 18+, slut shaming, prostitution, cigarettes, rough sex, slapping/spanking, unwanted creampie, slight daddy fetish

*reader is female, translations/currency conversions are at the bottom!

Your mistress called down for you on one crisp evening in November. This was the usual for you of course, and a phone call from a client was not out of the ordinary, especially since the months were starting to get colder. Slipping on your housecoat, you were in the middle of doing your makeup. You trotted down the stairs to meet with her. She gave you an annoyed glance before proceeding to order you around.

“You have a client tonight, he’s willing to pay big.” She said, hanging up the phone and putting it back on it’s stand, the soft crashing sound enough to startle you.

“Pay big?” You asked, crossing your arms — almost as if you didn’t believe it. You were in this business for about two years now and on the higher-end of the scale. It wasn’t uncommon for men to say they would pay big, only to leave you with 65,000lire. This wasn’t a lot considering most of these men were Mafioso and had more money than they knew what to do with. You’d think that having sex with them - disgusting as some of them were- they’d give you more than that.

“He’s part of Passione, or something like that. I don’t really care. The point is, he saw your photo and asked for you in particular.” Your mistress added.

Sighing, you pinched the bridge of your nose. You should have known better. Lately, lots of men requested you because of how submissive you were, you were sure they were giving your name out to all of their buddies.

“Alright, what’s the address and when do I have to be there?” You asked.

“Vico Pallonetto Santa Chiara 8 80134” your mistress stated. “You are to be there for 7:00pm which, is in about an hour. I’ll have a cab ready for you.”

You had heard rumours about that area, nobody ever really went there because it was a sketchy part of town. You started to worry a bit, maybe this wasn’t a good idea..

“Wait signora, that’s a bad part of town!” You protested.

She shrugged and gave you another dirty look. “So?”

“So, I don’t want to go! What if something happens to me?” You asked, shaking slightly from the anxiety.

“This man is going to pay us big, and you will be going whether you like it or not. If we don’t hear from you by 10:00pm, we’ll send one of the guards to come get you. Now, go get ready. I don’t want to hear any more on the subject.” She said cruelly, before turning around and heading towards the kitchen with some of the other girls.

You sighed heavily as you made your way back up the staircase. The area was sketchy, and you had heard many warnings from other people in town to stay away. Upon doing further research, you heard that this was the area in which La Squadra Esecuzioni operated, the notorious assassins of Passione.

You never got involved with the mafia, you had no interest and you wanted to keep your nose clean, despite the fact that you had fucked a bunch of members already.

Having less than an hour to get ready, you finished your makeup, put on a tight black dress and wore a long coat over it all. Of course, you didn’t forget your black stilettos either. The thought of where you were headed was making you anxious, but you tried your best to mask the rush of nervousness.

As you headed downstairs you grabbed your clutch purse before being escorted into your taxi.

The ride to the location you were told to be at was long, about 40 minutes with all the traffic you had to endure. You had made sure to take “anti-anxiety” pills to help numb your emotions. The last thing you wanted was to have a freak-out and be in trouble with your boss. Plus, if this man really was going to pay well, you’d be in deep trouble.

Finally, just as the sun was setting, you were dropped off right in front of an old building, riddled with graffiti and blocked off windows. Your clicking sound of your heels echoed as you cautiously walked down the alley way, looking for the address.

“8 80134…” You repeated over and over until you reached a run-down door with that same address. You knocked cautiously, waiting for some sort of response.

Suddenly, the door opened, and you were greeted by a tall man smoking a cigarette. It was hard to make out his features due to the darkness inside and outside, but he gently grabbed your hand and pulled you inside.

Upon further inspection, you could see his face more clearly now. He was much more hotter than you expected, and he looked rather young. Most of your clients were older men, between 40-50. He looked to be 25, maybe 26. Either way, you were both close in age and that gave you some sort of ease.

The man looked you up and down, smirking as he took a drag of the cigarette. “sei davvero carina” he purred, before dumping his cigarette on the floor and stomping it out. You pushed some loose strands behind your ear, and muttered a soft “grazie” as you blushed.

“So.. where .. how should we do this?” You asked. Just as you did, you noticed at least 4 other bodies moving around in the background. Your eyes shot open with fear. Oh no…

you had hoped this wasn’t one of those times where you’d be gangbanged, that really wasn’t your intention for the night, even if you did enjoy it. Truth be told, you had just wanted to get this over with. The location and glares from the other men

“No no no Bella, you think I would fuck you in this shit hole? You deserve the best” the man said as he squished your cheeks with his right hand, making your lips pucker out.

He stopped briefly and looked behind him before yelling abruptly. “PESCI! Vieni qui!” The loudness of his voice shocked you, and suddenly you felt taken aback. Moments later, a tall man with spiky green hair, and a very apparent nervous face, approached you both.

“porterai me e la mia piccola puttana in hotel” The y’all blonde man asked. Ah, so he had planned to take you to a fancy hotel, how nice!~

Pesci nodded, and walked outside to one of the black cars that were lying around, he started it, waiting for you two to join him. The blonde man held out his arm for you to link yours with, and flashed you a toothy smile. “My name is Prosciutto, by the way.”

You smiled and blushed, before giving him your name. He really was attractive, probably the most attractive man you had got to do this with in a while.

Prosciutto opened the car door for you and escorted you inside before getting in and sitting with you. He had told Pesci where the location of the hotel was, and before you knew it, you were on your way once again.

The drive to the hotel wasn’t nearly as far as you imagined, it was only about 15 minutes before you arrived. As you sat in the car and looked out the window at the beautiful scenery, you felt the warm hands of your client snaking their way up your thigh and squeezing hard. You looked back at him, smiling softly as you watched him smoke another cigarette.

“grazie Pesci, guida sicura” prosciutto said as he tapped the hood of the car and watched Pesci drive off. He finished smoking his cigarette once again before escorting you inside the fancy hotel.

Apparently, the room had already been booked, paid for and everything. And by the time you reached the room, you felt your nervousness begin to show up again. However, it was a different kind of nervousness. You weren’t scared, no. For once you actually wanted to have sex and this man, who you barely spoke to made you weak at your knees.

You walked inside the fancy room and Prosciutto followed, helping you take off your trench coat. He hung it up for you before shutting the door behind him and guiding you over to the bed. You had to admit - this place was way better than the original address you were supposed to be at. At least here if anything happened you could run into the hallway.

Prosciutto came up from behind you and studied your body, admiring all your features. The dress you wore extenuated all of your curves, and he couldn’t keep his eyes off of you. His hands glided up to your breasts where he gave them a firm squeeze. “Take this off.” He demanded, his voice hazy with need.

You nodded and complied, slowly pulling the straps of your dress down and following suit after with your bra. Your breasts now exposed in the air, Prosciutto smirked. “These are pretty nice” he said, as he pinched one of your nipples, causing you to gasp. “For a whore.”

His words took you back, but you were used to this kind of treatment by now. “It comes with the job description signore, but you flatter me all the same.” You added. Prosciutto just smirked at you before taking out another cigarette and lighting it.

“Alright, troia,” he said in between drags. “How about you put that mouth to good use?”

You knew what that meant. Nodding, You pulled the rest of your garments off completely, only leaving your stockings and heels. You complied with his orders; getting down on your knees. Your delicate fingers traced patterns over the growing tent in his pants before you began to unbutton them and zip them down.

“Let me take care of you, Signore”

Though he was only half-way hard, you could already tell he was big. Pulling down his underwear, your fingers wrapped around the base of his shaft as you slowly began to pump him. Looking up at him and batting your lashes you stuck your tongue out, making an ‘o’ shape with your mouth as you began to take him in. He looked so handsome from this angle- the fact that he was smoking made it all the more appealing. He put one of his hands on the top of your head, roughing up your hair as you started to suck him off.

This went on for a few moments, until he finished his cigarette, before he abruptly grabbed you by the hair and pulled you off.

You shrieked as his hands tangled in your hair, pulling the roots on your scalp. “Sorry Bella, but I don’t see any tears in those beautiful eyes,” Prosciutto said to you. “That means you’re not trying hard enough. If you want that 1,315,258lire, you better try harder.”

1,315,258lire?! That was more than anyone had ever paid to your business as a whole!

You nodded and grabbed his thick cock, pushing all 7 ½ inches of it down your throat slowly. “That’s more like it.” He cursed. He let you take him in slowly, but only for a little while. When he got impatient, he grabbed both sides of your head and began to fuck your face. It was too much, you could feel the prickly parts of his shaved pubes on your nose as he went as deep as he could. The head of his cock reached the deaphts of your throat, causing you to gag.

Soon, just as he wanted, tears were welling up in your eyes, mainly from the fact that you could barely breathe. Your throat made lewd sounds as you struggled to take his rough thrusts. Eventually you tried to push him back with your hands; nails digging slightly into his thighs. Holding onto a fistful of your hair, he pulled your head back, his throbbing cock just barely touching your lips. Your eyes were watery, and your mascara was leaking. You looked like you had been crying for an hour…

You puckered out your lips, trying to lick the Pre-cum off of his cock as you stared up at him with watery eyes. The tears had nearly blurred your vision. He was a little - no, a lot pissed off that you’d even try to push him off. Who do you think you are? He kept his cool though. The last thing he wanted was to ruin everything… so early.

Prosciutto noticed your tears and he got down on one knee, using his soft hands to wipe away the tears on your face. He held your cheek in his hand, gently caressing you. You leaned into his touch willingly as you sniffled — enjoying his comfort.

“Oh no Bella, you don’t have to cry-“

smack

In an instant, he went from caring to borderline abusive. He slapped you across the face hard enough to leave a red hand mark. Prosciutto kept his fist knitted in your hair and picked you up roughly, throwing you on the bed. “Get on your hands and knees, Puttana.” He demanded. You nodded, obeying him once again. As he asked, you were on your hands and knees with your ass up in the air, waiting for him.

He pulled his trousers down completely and got on the bed, gently rubbing circles on your ass cheeks. Of course this didn’t last long, as he started to spank you hard once again leaving red marks all over. While prosciutto thought you would be hurt by this, he was surprised to see that it turned you on. Not only did it turn you on, it caused you to moan.

“Ha. So this is why the slut is so popular” he thought to himself. Nonetheless, He placed the head of his cock at your entrance, gliding it up and down your folds to tease you.

His teasing was driving you insane! You bucked your hips backwards, hoping it would egg him on enough to shove his cock inside of you. But, Prosciutto was in no hurry, after all, he still had you for another hour or more. He wanted to make the most of his time. A shitty blowjob wasn’t enough.

As he slowly pushed the head of his cock in, he pulled out his pack of cigarettes. Grabbing another one and lighting it, he tossed his lighter on the floor as he steadied himself inside of you. Prosciutto took another long drag of his cigarette before pushing all the way inside of you and butting the cigarette out on your ass.

“Ah!” You shrieked as you looked back at him, a clear expression of pain and fear on your face.

“che c'è? The woman said you were experienced.” Prosciutto stated as he pushed in even further. The head of his cock was prodding at your cervix. You let out a long groan as you struggled to take his length.

“I-I am! But a warning would have been nice!!” You managed to screech out.

“Well here’s your warning troia, don’t tense up.” He barked, looking down at the small circular burn mark that now littered your plump ass cheek. Smirking, he couldn’t deny how much it turned him on. He loved taking beautiful whores and making them wither below him. He wanted to be the one to ruin them.

His hands traveled to your hips where he groped you hard, pulling you back into him as his thrusts became erratic. He wasn’t slow and soft about it at all - no. He fucked you hard and rough, he wanted to make sure that you felt him, and that your cervix would be bruised from how hard he was going.

Small pants and grunts could be heard from Prosciutto as he continued his assault, meanwhile you were moaning like a ‘whore’ as he called it.

His thirsts slowed and he bent over you, snaking a hand around your neck and whispering in your ear;

“Here’s what’s going to happen Bella. “ — he started, his soft breaths tickling your ear lobe. “You’re going to call me daddy. Understand?” He finished, biting your ear hard. That little stunt earned him a small squeak from you and a sensual nod as you tried to keep your composure. Which, was hard considering he was pressing your face into the pillows.

Prosciutto leaned back up, pulling onto your hips once again. His thrusts sped up again, and you could tell he was close, since they were so uneven. Your fingers grasped onto the sheets, struggling to get a strong grip by how hard you were being fucked. Prosciutto noticed this and just chuckled darkly before slapping your ass once again.

“Come on, Bella. Cum for your daddy” he growled.

You stopped thinking after Prosciutto said that. His left hand trailed down and began to rub rough circles on your clit. The pleasure was too much.

“Oh- fuck!! Daddy!” You moaned, louder than you should have. You were so close, you could feel it in your soul.

Just then a sudden thought popped into your head.

“D-daddy… please don’t cum inside…” you panted. Though you had sex many times before, you didn’t like when men came inside you. It was just a mess for you to clean, plus having to get the morning after pill was usually a pain.

“I’ll do what I want bitch, now keep quiet.” He growled. His fingers continued to massage you roughly and without warning you finally came, squirting your juices and throbbing around his hard cock. You moaned out the words “daddy” as much as you could. After all, you wanted him to be satisfied.

Soon after, Prosciutto came. Right inside of you. His cock pressed hard into your cervix, going as deep as he could so you could feel his seed leak into you. A wave of panic ran over you as he finally pulled out and you felt some of his seed leak down your thighs. When his cock was fully out of you, he spread open your cheeks, watching how red your cunt was, as well as your ass. You were going to have bruises there for sure the next day.

Using one of his slender fingers, he pushed the remainder of his seed back inside of you as you rolled onto your back, panting.

Prosciutto stood up, and cleared his throat while looking at you.

“Clean me up.” He demanded while pointing to his softening cock, which had both your juices and fragments of his seed on it. You felt dead for a moment - completely worn out and utterly upset that he didn’t respect you enough to pull out. However, you pushed that aside and got up off of the bed and kneeled on the floor.

You gently held his cock in your hands as your mouth engulfed him once again, sucking the residue off of it until he was satisfied. Prosciutto looked down at you. For a moment, he genuinely felt bad about what he had done to you, but then again.. you were just a whore.

He pulled his cock away from you and knelt down squeezing your cheeks and pulling you in for a deep kiss. His tongue invaded your mouth for a while before he pulled away and looked into your eyes.

“I’ll be calling you again, Bella.” He said, almost coldly.

As quickly as the night started it came to an end just as fast. Within minutes Prosciutto had his suit on once again - and a cigarette in his mouth. He wrote you up a check, the 1,315,258lire he promised was there, and suddenly you didn’t feel as bad as you did.

Prosciutto tossed you the check and rushed out of the hotel. He had business to finish with La Squadra, so he couldn’t stay for pillow talk.

Alone, you stayed on the bed, feeling his seed leak out of you and a few tears fall from your face. Part of you hoped you’d be able to see him again. He was rough, but he was one of the best clients you ever had… but part of you had a feeling you’d never see him again. Either way, he really did make you feel like a whore.

translations!

65,000lire = $50

1,325,258lire = $1,000

veini qui - come here

porterai me a la mia piccola puttana in hotel - bring me and my little whore to the hotel

grazie - thank you

guida sicura - drive safe

troia - slut / puttana - whore

signore - sir

che c’e? - what’s wrong?

#prosciutto #not sfw #commission #prosciutto x reader #la squadra di esecuzione #la squadra #female reader #jjba

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australian-desi · 4 years ago

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Qurbaan Hua ~ Episode 5-9: Of IVF Being Horrible, Windchimes, Cunning Aunties and Disgusting Husbands

Gonna dive right in

Episode 5

Mans has gone from “me and Meera have been dating for 6 months” to screaming “I LOVE YOU MEERA” at the top of the mountain

Time for another coincidance - it’s purnima so he’s going to go ask for a mannat and on this day different people from different faiths go to this certain place for their wishes and prayers - and we all know what that means

Also now that I’ve watched a few episodes, I have to say I really like the styling for Chahat they’ve given her a mix of ethnic and western wear and the fancy clothes she wears are really pretty (so far) and I hope it stays this way

I am a complete slut for mannat scenes and this one was very pure

Why can’t these people say Saraswati, it isn’t that hard

Also it’s 2020, surely it’s time we understand just because a woman is pregnant doesn’t mean she’s disabled and needs to be carried everywhere

Also, Naveli (Anjali2.0 and Neil’s cousin) is superrr suss

SHE TAPED HIS FACE OMG IM MORE IMPRESSED BY HER BY EVERY MINUTE

And she’s given him meds to give to the people he interacts with coz he causes them headaches (and he’s held onto it the whole time coz Pehle Pyaar Ka Pehla Tohfa)

Awww our OTP has ‘Bhags stamp of approval’

They’ve also touched her feet how cute

Episode 6

So Ghazala has ruined Chahat’s mum’s sharara and like this is what I mean they’ve written her horribly, like why would someone go out of their way to hurt a kid like that - her mother’s dead what more does she want

And daddy dearest has another pooja to attend so he’s said no to attending his daughter’s baby shower, something Neil is now salty about

For a doctor, Chahat’s dad is quite daft

And for a pandit, Neil’s dad is quite mean

Nice touch by Ghazala by turning this whole thing on Chahat, and thankfully her dad believes her

Episode 7

So this Kamini wannabe of a mami has said that Saraswati’s baby is najayaz, and at this point I really have got to ask - how the fuck did she jump to that conclusion?????

Apparently coz she was barren for 8 years, so how can she be pregnant now, so something must be up

The logic fails me here, IF SHE WAS BARREN/WAS UNABLE TO GET PREGNANT, HOW TF IS THE CHILD ILLEGITIMATE???

OMFLLLLLL SHE’S SAYING THAT COZ THE CHILD WAS CONCEIVED FROM IVF, THAT’S WHY IT’S ILLEGITIMATE

I CANNOT

I’M SO CLOSE TO QUITTING

DO THESE DUMBASS PEOPLE NOT REALISE THAT AN IVF BABY IS ALSO A BLESSING IN ITSELF, IT’S NOT 100% GUARANTEED TO GET YOU PREGNANT EITHER BUT IT HELPS

By this logic they shouldn’t use annnnyyyy modern technology

I understand Neil now, and why he’s so done with this bullshit

YAAASSS NEIL, GO FUCK THEM UP

Look Chahat, I love you and all, but like listen to Neil when it comes to his crazy psychotic family

Also do not tell me like the Oberoi family, this whole family cannot have 1 smooth sailing function/party

We love a sibling duo that had to raise each other because their parents were dead/useless

I’m so fucking done, now not only does your doctor have to be of the same religion, he/she has to be from the same caste

YEH DOCTOR DHOOND RAHE HAI KE RISHTA

Neil’s trying to talk some sense to these people, but as usual, he gets shut down for talking sense

OMG HE’S COME OUT WITH FACCSSSS AND HAS GIVEN HIS DAD AN ULTIMATUM - His daughter or his dharm

Also by saying that if he’s so for modern technologies in other areas, why is he against iVF

Omg daddy pandit finally got some sense - this was an exhausting feat

Poor tacky Kamini, unlike the og, this one’s plans always fall short

Neil, take Saraswati and just get the fuck out of here, this dumbass mami has come with a plan and is not going to rest until one of these kids gets disowned

Episode 8

So Vyasji in a twisted turn of events has accepted Neil’s gf, as long as their kundlis meet

Let’s be real their stars ain’t aligning in this life

Chahat is talking to her mother through this windchime she made with her mother’s jhumke (I guess its a coping mechanisms) about how she’s gotten a cake ordered and needs to pick it up

The windchime has told her that she needs to learn how to cook to get married

Basically even if your Indian mother is dead, her ghost will still taunt you on your inability to get married even when you are a doctor

She has decided she will marry a chef so that she doesnt need to learn how to cook

The foreshadowing, the cluelessness

Omg Neil’s dad writes with ink and a peacock feather (why did I think this man would write with a pen like a normal person)

He’s literally whipped out a chart and started making Neil’s (ex)gf’s kundli RIGHT IN THE MIDDLE OF HIS DAUGHTER’S BABY SHOWER BECAUSE #priorities

Anjali2.0 is literally sitting there praying as if Vyasji is sitting there calculating her Year 12 results and not a kundli

And we’ve got an “asambhav”, but we all knew that - Neil’s literally smirking coz he knew no matter what, the stars won’t align

Omlll he’s inherited the whole “I write my own destiny” from Arnav

“Main uss ladko ko kabhi nahi apnaunga” “Toh kya faraq padta hai, main usse apna chuka hoon” Boisss I really like this dude

I wish I had this confidence but alas, I do not

And Neil has decided to leave the chat, go to Delhi and get married there, while giving everyone a fuck you (except his sister ofcourse)

Little does he know he isn’t even gonna make it to the bloody bus stand before he ends back here

Anjali2.0 is begging her dad to stop him, but he’s talking about the stars and shit

And right on cue Chahat and Neil are walking on the same bridge, none of them paying attention, they crash and just like that, the cake has fallen into the deep sea, adding to the pollution

OMGG THIS MAN TOLD HER HOW ALL DADS ARE USELESS AND SHE GOES “oh hello, tumhe bohot saare childhood issues hai, lekin mere baba aise nahi hai ... woh mere liye taare bhi tod sakte hai”

THIS IS WHY WE NEEDED A FEMALE LEAD IN THE MEDICAL FIELD - SHE UNDERSTOOD WITHIN 2-3 MEETINGS HOW FUCKED UP OUR DUDE IS

and now he’s sarcastically congratulating her on her father because “aur ek mere baba hai jo hamesha taaron mein uljhe rehte hai, aur vaise tumhe tumhaare taare todne waale baba, bohot, bohot, bohot hi ziada mubarak”

LOLLL SHE’S PULLING AND DRAGGING HIM TO GET HER THE SAME CAKE AND HE TRIED TO GIVE HER MONEY TO BUY A NEW ONE, AND SHE’S LIKE NOPE, THE BAKERY I GET THIS FROM IS CLOSED AND SO YOU WILL PROVIDE ME WITH A NEW CAKE

Lolll I never knew he will be stuck here because of a cake

AND NOW SHE’S TAKEN HIS BAG AS HOSTAGE AND HE’S LITERALLY SCREAMING THAT SHE’S LOST THE PLOT

But personally, I feel she gained it

Turns out the shop that she got the cake from, is his friend’s shop, and now he’s baking the cake himself because my man is also a pastry chef

And he’s friend has left the chat because he doesnt want to get beaten up

So it’s time for the kitchen romance.tm

Omg he told her he’s a chef and she’s so turned on

OMGGGGGGG IM DEDDD

But should’t she tie her hair #justsaying

Now back to the Neil’s crazy fam, where the only other person with sense, Anjali2.0 has also said to her dad, that Neil was always right about him

Yesss gurlll, give it back to him

She’s telling him off how he forego his religious beliefs for her, but why can’t he do the same for Neil

I actually like her so much and the way she’s written

She’s also telling him how she tried to make sure that Neil never felt their mother’s absence (a responsibility she didn’t to take up), because her dad never let Neil feel loved

OMG SIS SAID THAT BY BEING HEAD PRIEST, YOU HAVE FORGOTTEN YOUR DUTY AS A FATHER AND SHE DID NOT STUTTER

Everyone is shook (including me)

I was not expecting her to give her father an ultimatum

So she said, that if he does not give Neil and Meera his blessing, he will see her dead

OMGGG WHYYYAYFOIHFBEI THE ANXIETY

Episode 9

We’ve begun with some cuteness regarding her rubbing flour all over face

And like the idiot he is, he’s told her that her face is completely clean

OMGGG HE’S GUIDING HER HANDS

HOLY SHIT SISSS IS ALREADY IMAGINING HERSELF BEING MARRIED TO HIM

Like same, but I also cannot

Also I’m lolling at the fact she’s imagining their Nikaah, like his family won’t kill him for that

OMG THIS DICKHEAD HAS GIVEN THE CAKE HE MADE FOR HER DAD TO THE GAREEB CHILDREN LIKE SHE GAVE HIS SANGORIA TO THE GAREEB CHILDREN

Awww I spoke too soon, she left the cake at the shop and he was just messing with her

Guysss I really love their chemistry

He said that he won’t sit behind her, coz he doesn’t sit behind girls *rolls eyes*, but she’s not having it and reminded him that she beat him in a motorcycle race so he should suck it up

And they’ve had their first ‘accidental’ pressed up on each other fall

A trope I do love with all my heart

NOW HE’S COVERING HIS CHEST LIKE HIS IZZAT HAS BEEN LOOTED

I’m hoping that Shyam1.5 isn’t as bad as his predecessors, but I do realise that is wishful thinking coz the couple scene where he talks to Saraswati was quite sweet

OMG THERE’S AN INTRUDER IN THEIR HOUSE AND I REALLY DON’T WANT SARASWATI TO GO CHECK, AND I’M FREAKING OUT

She’s found Naveli’s earrings on the ground, Shyam1.5 and her are having an affair aren’t they

I FUCKING KNEW THAT NAVELI WAS SUSS AND SO WAS THIS HARAMKHOR SHYAM1.5

I AM SO GROSSED OUT RN, WHAT IS SHE 10 YEARS OR MORE YOUNGER THAN HIM

OMG HE’S ACTUALLY YUCK, LIKE SHYAM WAS YUCK BUT AT LEAST KHUSHI WASN’T HIS SAALI

AND WHAT TYPE OF COUSIN DOES THAT

Saraswati please go fuck him up

OMG OMG OMG YEH PADA THAPPAD!!!!!!!

Well that’s another week done

#qurbaan hua #karan jotwani #pratibha ranta

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httpjeon · 6 years ago

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Right on time as usual.

He sat back in his chair, watching you on the screen as you smiled shyly.

Your bed was impeccably made, a pristine white duvet with a bunch of fluffy pillows set up for you to lean against. You were wearing a baby pink bra and pantie set with matching sheer thigh-highs. Glancing at the screen to probably check the viewer count, you reached into your nightstand and pulled out your little box to pick out your cute pink Hitachi wand, making sure to plug it into the outlet. You never used toys that would penetrate you, something Jungkook found incredibly endearing. Once during a video, you answered a question about it.

“Why don’t I use any dildos?” You asked, your cheeks turning a cute pink shade as you read the last word.

“W-Well…I’m a virgin, you know, I just don’t want the hassle of trying to get something…like…y-you know…inside…” You trailed off, glancing away from the camera in embarrassment.

You were so cute.

Viewers began to pile in with greetings, mostly from other men who enjoyed your shows. You smiled, waving shyly at your camera, biting your lip as you leaned down to read the comments.

“Hi everyone,” You said softly, picking up your heart shaped pillow and holding it against your body shyly just like you did every show. Your voice was so gentle, it always served to make his heart race at the sound of it.

You were so beautiful. Your hair was styled to perfection and you kept your makeup simple and natural. He couldn’t help but admire the way your breasts were spilling out of your cute bra, partially hidden by the pillow you were hugging.

Jungkook took the time to read comments as well.

2cuteJiminie ah i missed you so much, babygirl, are you well?

You giggled, “Yes, I’m well thank you for asking 2cuteJiminie, I hope you’re well too!”

Young_Daddy_RM u gonna start soon? Im so fkin impatient!

“I’m going to wait until 10:45 to start, it gives everyone a minute to get in here!” Jungkook glanced at the time; 10:38.

domhyukee95 Fuck, I’m already hard!!!

The comments continued to flood in, giving various praises to you and commenting on your appearance or setup and some asking various questions about how you were feeling and what you’ve been up to. Finally, the clock struck 10:45 and you sat up, tossing the pillow to the side to expose your beautiful body. Jungkook felt himself begin to harden in his jeans already, something only you were able to do.

“I hope you’re all ready!” You giggled, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear with a smile, eyes scanning the comments for a moment. “I’m glad you like the outfit!”

BigHOPE0218 What toy do you have for us today, princess?

“Ah,” You smiled showing the wand. “an old favorite!” You giggled at the influx of praise you got. “As usual, the person who tips the most, I’ll fulfill a special request of theirs so be sure to do that!”

Jungkook was always envious of the people who got requests from you, though personally he’d never tried to win that fight. He heard you even gave special things to your biggest tipper whether it be a private show or even selling your favorite pair of panties to them.

“Shall I start then?” You asked, biting your lip nervously, watching as the tips began to flow in steadily.

2cuteJiminie please do, babygirl, whenever you’re ready!

Jungkook watched as you leaned back on the bed, showing your body off for the camera, making his cock even harder in its confinement. You slowly dragged your fingertips along the exposed expanse of your body, shivering at your own touch. You bit your lightly glossed lip as you gently cupped your breasts through the bra, letting out a soft moan that would only serve to rile up the viewers.

sweetjenniebean you’re so precious, babydoll, you look so good.

You whimpered, whether it was at the praise or from your own touch he didn’t know, squeezing your breasts more, Jungkook was already wishing they were exposed. Fuck, you really needed someone to take care of you and judging by the way you desperately clenched your thighs together, you felt that way as well.

Then, he did something he never thought he would.

(top tip) domjeon09 tipped 130 coins! take off the bra, sweet thing.

“A-Ah thank you…” You whimpered, reaching behind you and unclipping your bra, finally freeing your breasts to the air of your bedroom. Jungkook reached down to palm himself through his jeans to relieve the pain he began to feel, you had such a huge effect on him.

On the screen you whined, arching your back as you immediately began to pluck at your nipples which only drew made your body tremble. You rolled the sensitive nubs between your fingers, your thighs twitching at the feeling. Fuck, Jungkook could tell you were so sensitive. Your thighs were held tightly together, you squeezed them to give some needed relief to your heat.

2cutejiminie you’re killing us, babygirl, lose the panties!

2sweetaehyungie Fuck yes @2cutejiminie!

You whimpered and continued to assault a nipple while you trailed your hand down your body, spreading your thighs for the camera. Your body was so hot it was incredible. Shyly, you slid your hand over your mound through the panties, teasing yourself. Jungkook couldn’t hold in the groan he let out at the sight of the now-sheer fabric clinging to your lips.

Jungkook’s free hand flew to his keyboard, typing a message to you.

domjeon09 such a tease, aren’t you?

“Y-Yes, I’m a tease…” You whined, squirming against the pleasure your own hand gave you. Jungkook groaned at the response you gave him.

(top tip) WonTaekwoon-ie9 tipped 200 coins! take your panties off. now.

Biting your lip, you pulled your knees to your chest as you began to pull the soaked fabric off, a string of your wetness clinging to them, leaving a string of it to cling to your thigh. With a sigh of relief, you dropped the panties and spread your legs, making Jungkook whimper at the sight of your exposed slit.

Immediately, tips began to flood in and praises followed suit. You closed your eyes, relaxing into the pillows as you trailed your fingers up and down your soaking slit.

“Ah, I’m so sensitive,” You whined, twitching as you circled your clit with your wet fingers. “I can’t take this anymore, can I please use my toy now?”

Feeling strangely competitive against the other tippers, Jungkook went in again, desperate to give you the orders you needed.

(top tip) domjeon09 tipped 720 coins! use the wand baby. Get yourself off for us.

Jungkook almost wanted to cry in relief when you grabbed the toy, quickly turning it onto the low setting. Your body was practically trembling on the screen as you gently circled the humming toy on your lips, avoiding your clit to hold out as long as you could. You spread your legs as far as they would go before you finally, finally placed the toy on your needy clit.

Your reaction was immediate, arching up at the pleasure that soared through your body. Your thighs desperately wanted to close around the toy.

Jungkook fished his cock out of his jeans, sighing at the relief he felt. His hand was quickly wrapped around the length, slowly pumping while using his copious amounts of precum to lubricate the movement. His head fell backwards against the chair as he listened to your addictive cries of pleasure. Slowly opening his eyes, he watched the screen.

(top tip) Young_Daddy_RM tipped 915 coins! turn it up, princess.

Jungkook growled when you whimpered at the command, clicking the toy onto the high setting, almost immediately you let out a cry, squirming on your bed at the intense vibrations on your overly-sensitive clit.

Jungkook wouldn’t take it anymore. You needed to cum. He knew it and he was determined to be the one to make you cum despite the fact that this wasn’t even in person.

(top tip) domjeon09 tipped 1,020 coins! cum. right now.

Immediately, you whirled head first into orgasm. “Oh god, I’m cumming!”

Your legs closed around the toy as you came, your juices pouring out of you as you cried and moaned out your pleasure. Jungkook’s own orgasm hit at the same time as you. His back arched off the chair as he moaned into the empty bedroom. He was overcome with pleasure, slowly his hand when the stimulation became way too much for his sensitive cock. His eyes lazily drifted to the screen.

You were still cumming but unable to take it anymore, you jerked the toy away and dropped it on the bed, not even aware of the annoying buzzing through the mattress. You curled onto your side, letting the aftershocks tumble through your body as you trembled.

It took a minute for you to recover before you were able to sit up to look at the camera. You gave a sleepy smile before you diverted your attention to the screen.

This was usually the time when tippers would essentially fight over who would get the special end request from you.

2sweetaehyungie that was so hot!

2cutejiminie I’ve never cum so hard before…

You smiled at the praise you received, various tippers giving you compliments on how beautiful you were and how hard you got them off. A blush settled on your cheeks as you giggled.

“Alright, I think that’s it tonight, everyone! I need a shower and then I’m going to sleep!” You chuckled when everyone began to wish you a goodnight and tell you to relax after such a good orgasm.

This livestream has ended.

Jungkook sighed, standing up to take care of his own mess.

The following morning, Jungkook woke up to a notification on his phone from kkams. His body jerked as he registered what he was seeing.

simply.cute97 sent you a message!

“Hello! I wanted to let you know that you were my top tipper for last night’s show and I’d like to thank you for supporting me! As usual, I’ll complete any request you have that’s within reason! ^^ -simply.cute97”

Jungkook smirked, already knowing exactly what he wanted from you.

“Hey princess, I deeply enjoyed the show. I have a pretty simple request; watch my videos. I want you to get off to me, baby. Tell me when you’ve done what I’ve asked. -JK x”

Jungkook couldn’t help the giddy excitement he felt at the prospect that you would watch one of his own videos. He felt himself grow hard as he imagined you watching him cum as your fingers circled your little clit to get yourself off. He wished that it could be his own hands to make you cum, but this would have to do, wouldn’t it?

His message shocked you because not only do people usually request a special show but it wasn’t often for a dom to be a cammer. Not that you watched anyone else, but you knew that it was typically subs who did this since it was easier to take demands from the viewers.

Curiosity thoroughly piqued, you clicked on his username to find your way to his profile. You noticed his most recent video was from 3 days ago. The thumbnail didn’t look very fascinating as he was simply wearing all black including a face mask, which only served to hide his identity. It wasn’t uncommon for people who do live shows to want to hide their face, especially if they were in a line of work that if they were found out they’d lose their job.

Deciding not to let his thumbnail bother you, you clicked on the video. You immediately noticed the views on it; 12,089. He was definitely popular, that’s for sure.

You watched as the video began.

“Alright, I’m gonna start now that we’re at 100 viewers, thanks for joining by the way,” You quickly caught his accent, he was from Busan.

His eyes scanned the screen as his hand got busy, dragging on the front of his jeans as he prepared himself.

“Am I hard? Always, baby, always.” His voice was like silk, calm and level but oh so soft to hear. You could listen to all day. You were surprised to find how into the video you began to get, a heat already settling in your gut.

The video progressed, you quickly noticed that he was not going to strip at all, maybe that was his signature, you’d have to take a look at his other videos to see.

Your jaw nearly fell to the floor when his cock was exposed to you, you whimpered, squirming in your seat at the sight. You weren’t really a fan of porn so you hadn’t exactly had a good view of many dicks but his was beautiful to say the least.

It was long, with a beautiful curve upwards, and you briefly wondered if the skin was as soft as it looked. You nearly drooled when he wrapped a veiny hand around his member, beginning to spread lube down the length, sighing softly at the stimulation. You followed his other hand as he picked up a toy.

“Got my fleshlight, we’re ready to go, huh?” He said, though it seemed like it was more to himself as he let out a loud groan while he sunk his cock into the toy, holding it at the base.

His eyes flicked to the screen once again. “Thank you, softsubjoy, you’re my biggest tipper for the next few minutes, what would you like?” He paused to read what she said, smiling. “Moan your name? You haven’t got any manners, huh, baby? Not even a please in that sentence. Naughty girl.”

Despite the jealousy you felt pang at your chest for some crazy reason, you imagined that it was your name he was calling out as he pumped his cock into the flesh colored toy, a sloppy slick sound coming from his movements. Breathless groans came from his mouth. Something about his voice did things to you, you didn’t even know what he looked like but his voice set a fire in you that you knew wasn’t going to be quelled easily.

“Fuck, Joy, you’re so fucking tight babygirl…you wanna be a good girl for Daddy?” He growled, pumping his hips even harder against the toy. “Aw, you want my cum baby? What have you done to deserve it? You’ve been a little slut, bossing me around like you’re in charge.”

Unable to take it any longer, you slid your hand down the front of your panties, finding your clit almost immediately through the fabric. It was hard and swollen, easy to manipulate even though you weren’t touching it directly. You were going to cum like this.

“Fuck, it feels so good,” the boy growled, slick sounds still filling the air. “I’m so fucking hard, wish I had someone’s nice little cunt right here for me to fuck.”

He seemed to be talking to himself, ignoring his viewers for the most part. With a final press to your clit, you exploded. Your heart pounded in your ears, blocking out any sound from the video. But your eyes remained captivated by the sight of him, the way his biceps flexed as he brought himself closer and closer to his end. You envisioned what it would be like to be held in those arms, with his veiny hands holding onto your hips in a bruising grip as he used your body for his pleasure.

When you finally came down, you went slack against your bed. The video was still going, the boy still pumping his cock into the toy. You weakly reached out to stop the video, before going back to your inbox to type out a response.

“Thank you for your tip, I completed your request. Your videos are quite good, I’ll be sure to check out more in the future. Please continue to support me! xoxo simply.cute97”

Jungkook felt a giddy excitement through his body as he began to correspond with you more frequently through the website. He also was frequently your top tipper, resulting in you ending up talking to him more than either of you originally thought.

One morning, he realized he wasn’t able to take it anymore. He needed to get close to you and before he could back out, he took the chance to message you. He nervously pulled up your account to message you, his fingers trembling as he typed out several messages before settling for that would show he was serious but wanting to chat with you.

domjeon09 : It’s me. I was wondering if you were up for a chat? simply.cute97 : hi, yes, what’s up?

You decided to humor him, after all you’d been talking to him a lot anyway and fulfilling requests of his.

domjeon09 : how are you feeling? simply.cute97 : I’m well, how are you? domjeon09 : I’m getting ready for a show…I was wondering if I could…have your number? simply.cute97 : is this a request? I already fulfilled your last request… domjeon09 : no…more like asking hopefully? We’ve been talking for a while and I find you very interesting to talk to…I rather like you.

He knew he was taking a risk confessing such a thing to you. You could take it any way; you could think he was some kind of creep and block him if you wanted. He felt his chest ache at the thought that you’d think he was some kind of freak and he’d never get a chance to get close to you.

domjeon09 : sorry if that was too forward…I don’t want to scare you. simply.cute97 : no, not at all! I was just trying to figure out why you would like me… domjeon09 : you really have no idea, huh babygirl? simply.cute97 : huh? domjeon09 : you’re a precious little girl. Everyone’s enamored by you on this hellsite. You’re a virgin but you’re doing such dirty things on this website. It’s a serious turn on. Doesn’t hurt that you’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever laid eyes on.

Before you could type in a response to his words, he was already sending another one.

domjeon09 : shit, I gotta go get ready for the show. i’d really appreciate it if you dropped your number. See you, babygirl. x domjeon09 is now offline.

Jungkook stepped away from his computer with a newfound confidence coursing through his body. This was going to be it; either he would return to find your number or he would return to find he’d been blocked with a few cuss words thrown at him from you. He shook his head, what was he thinking; you didn’t even cuss.

Jungkook pressed the button to start the show, smirking as his viewers piled in by the dozens underneath his mask.

“Hey everyone,” He said, waving a little at them. “Usually I’d wait for more people to come in but I gotta say, I’m so fucking hard I can’t wait.”

He ignored the comments in favor of unzipping his jeans to let out his cock. He shivered at the feeling of the cool air in his room, making goosebumps erupt all over his flesh. Reaching to his table, he grabbed some warming lubricant he liked to use, pouring a generous amount into his palm before he gripped himself again. He spread the lube all over his member, biting his lip at the wet sound it produced. He couldn’t help but think about the sounds your wet cunt would make when he slid his cock inside of you. He hissed as his member twitched in his own grip.

“Fuck, I’m so ready,” He growled to himself.

Slowly, he began to pump his cock in his hand, the warming lubricant doing its job very well. He squeezed himself, drawing out a moan from his throat. He imagined it was your hot little cunt squeezing him as he made you cream all over him.

“I’ve got something special to do today,” He croaked out, his voice sounding fucked already.

Quickly, not wanting to lose a second of pleasure, he got set up. He positioned a pillow, folded over before he grabbed his trusty fleshlight, sliding it in the fold of the pillow. Unable to hold himself back, he slid his well-lubricated cock into the toy.

“Fuck!” He cried out, his body going taught at the pleasure he felt.

Immediately, he started a breakneck pace, pounding into the toy while imagining it was your wet walls hugging him. The slick sound of the lube on his cock with the toy being fucked made that slick, dirty sound return.

He felt himself get closer to his orgasm as he fucked himself down into the toy. Oh, how he wished it was you beneath him, not some stupid toy set up. He knew how you looked when you came from a toy, but he wondered how you could come from having his thick, hard cock buried deep inside you as you cried out his name is euphoria.

“I’m gonna cum,” He panted, slowing his pace to draw out the last build up of pleasure before finally, he gave one last thrust into the toy. Then, he exploded, his vision was filled with white and his thighs trembled in pleasure.

Panting and spent, he pulled out, wincing at the sensitivity. Tucking his soft cock back into his jeans, he gave his goodbyes to his views before ending the stream.

He was about to log out but a message notification stopped him. His heart sped up as he saw it was you and you had attached your phone number.

He hadn’t felt like this to talk to a girl since high school, it made him giddy.

To: princess [5:25AM] it’s jeon x

From: princess [9:42AM] hi…

To: princess [9:50AM] you’re so shy, babe. how are you?

From: princess [9:52AM] I’m sleepy, I just woke up. How are you?

To: princess [9:52AM] I’m pretty good. Though, I have to admit, I had an ulterior motive in getting your phone number…

From: princess [9:53AM] oh?

To: princess [9:56AM] yea…I noticed you live in Busan, just like me. I’d love if we could meet up, sweetheart.

His own boldness shocked him. He bit his lip as you began to type out a message, waiting with baited breath for your response.

From: princess [10:03AM] I’d love to meet up…you know the café Times Two? We can meet there next Friday at 6?

To: princess [10:03AM] I…I’d love that.

He smiled.

Thursday

To say you’d been talking a lot with Jeon would be an understatement, you’d even shared your names with each other. His name was Jeon Jungkook and he was 20 years old, which brought you to introduce yourself as well, revealing your identity for the first time to anyone on the website.

He was a sweet guy, you deduced, the two of you had a lot to talk about surprisingly. He mostly got his income from kkams, and his hobbies included dancing and singing. He had even sent you a voice note of him singing and you could say it hammered in a crush into your heart, something he was more than nervous to do. You never thought you’d end up crushing on someone you’d never even seen, solely liking them by the sound of their voice, but here you were.

You were dressed in blue jeans and an oversized sweater, feeling cute and soft. You hoped Jungkook would appreciate it, you knew he liked when you were cute.

You arrived at Times Two, waltzing in to find a table in the corner of the rustic café, out of site of most of the patrons in the place. You opened up your phone to send him a text.

To: Jeon [6:01PM] I’m here, I got the corner table. Xoxo

You watched the minutes tick by before sighing, deciding not to watch the time as it would only make you more antsy. You placed your phone into your purse before you began to fiddle with the end of your sleeve, keeping your eyes down to not make eye contact with anyone.

Suddenly, a cup with your name on it appeared in your field of view. You looked up to see the most beautiful man ever, it took your breath away as you gazed up at him. His shoulders were broad, covered by a tight white t-shirt. His black hair hung in his eyes and he beamed at you, showing off an adorable bunny smile. He had beautiful doe eyes that sparkled as he looked at you, nibbling his bottom lip as if he were nervous. His black hair peeked out from underneath the beanie he wore atop his head. He was gorgeous, you basically forgot how to breath for a moment.

“You’re even cuter in person, baby.” He cooed, chuckling at the blush that erupted on your cheeks.

Slowly, realization dawned on your face, only serving to widen his smile until he could feel the corners of his eyes were crinkling.

“Jungkook,” You whispered, making his heart skip a beat at the sound of his name coming off your lips, watching him take a seat.

You don’t know what you were expecting, but you weren’t expecting someone so…cute. When you talked to him, he seemed so dominant and confident. You couldn’t believe this was the boy you’d watch fuck a fleshlight while dirty talking in a smooth voice with no hint of humiliation at his dirty words and actions.

“The one and only,” He said, placing his own cup down on the table before he took a seat across from you. “I got you a caramel ice coffee.”

“Thank you,” You whispered, taking a sip of the cool drink before smiling.

You were honestly shocked at how well the date went. He was so funny in person, you lost count of how many times he made you laugh. He had a certain charm about him that made your heart beat faster and butterflies erupt in your stomach. He was certainly a lovely character.

You were in the middle of laughing at a story he was telling about his friend Yoongi as he walked you to your car, when his face suddenly turned serious. You watched with wide eyes as he reached across the table to run his thumb over your lips, catching something that was apparently there. Your cheeks flushed as he licked his thumb clean with a smirk.

“Cherry chapstick?” He mumbled, raising a brow when you nodded dumbly.

‘Smooth, Jeon,’ He thought to himself, feeling proud at making you so flustered.

With you heart hammering in your chest, you got into the car and left Jungkook behind.

You were more than happy to say you began to see Jungkook regularly. He was honestly a dream, he treated you with respect and he made you laugh all the time. He was always sure to compliment you and make you feel like you were the most beautiful girl in the world.

Jungkook was in the same boat as you, he found himself thinking about you all the time. He was always sure to make you feel beautiful and appreciated. You made him so happy and he never felt luckier to have you around him. He was glad he made the effort to start this ball rolling.

It didn’t take too long for him to formally ask you out, on the outside he had been confident and sure of himself but on the inside, he felt like a nervous 15-year-old who was scared of girls.

One night, you were laid on your bed with him, watching some Disney movie he let you pick out. He was always willing to watch whatever you wanted even if you knew he wasn’t into your choice.

You were cuddled up against him, you head resting on your chest as you smiled at the cute scene on the television. Jungkook’s hand gently rubbed circled on your back, lulling you and also serving to make you heart speed up. He always knew how to make you feel special, even when he didn’t do anything special.

You picked your head up off of his chest to look at him, meeting his eyes and watching a smile spread across his lips. You leaned down and pressed a soft kiss against those lips. His hand quickly cupped the back of your head to pull you closer against him, not letting you break the kiss. Your lips moved together fluidly, the kiss deepening quickly when his tongue gently flicked against your lips, begging to taste you.

The kiss grew heated, with Jungkook’s hands sliding up your body, pulling your sweater with it to expose your midriff to him. He didn’t ogle the exposed skin, however, only rolling over so he could hover above you to continue to kiss you.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, arching your back when his hand slid underneath your shirt, stroking the soft skin he found there. You quickly discovered that he was growing hard against you, lightly grinding his hardening length against you through your layers of clothes.

“Jungkook…” You whimpered, grinding against him. “C-Can we…?”

Jungkook pulled away from you immediately. “Are you sure, babygirl?”

You nodded enthusiastically, “Please, I really want it…”

When he didn’t descend on your body, you cocked your head to the side. You could see the wheels turning in his head as a dirty smirk crossed his lips.

“What do you say, we do something special?”

“Hm? What?”

“As a last video on our channels…how about we do this live?”

Your eyes widened, “You mean…lose my virginity on camera?”

Jungkook smirked. “Exactly,”

You thought it over, you couldn’t deny the idea was certainly hot. Quite honestly, you already felt yourself dripping at the thought of so many people watching someone fuck you for the first time. Biting your lip, you raised your eyes to Jungkook before giving him a firm nod. He smirked, leaning down closer to your face before gripping your chin between his thumb and index finger.

“Use your words, sweet girl.”

“Y-Yes…I want that…” Jungkook leaned down and pressed his lips against yours once again in a sweet kiss despite the lust swirling in his eyes and his cock fully hard in his jeans.

You watched as he pushed himself off the bed to get ready to stream. He placed both your laptop on the bed before setting up the camera in the way you instructed him to as you got online and started the stream. Making sure your face was well hidden, out of view of the viewer.

“H-Hi everyone…” You whispered, already feeling your panties stick to your core as you watched Jungkook strip behind the camera. “S-Sorry for this…impromptu stream but…I’ve got something special. Th-This will be my last stream on this account.”

You waved Jungkook over to you and he quickly clambered onto the bed, pinning you down beneath him. He was obviously impatient because he wasted no time in ripping your sweater off of your body, leaving you in nothing but your shorts as you weren’t wearing a bra.

Jungkook moaned, descending to take a pert nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the bud. You moaned, tossing your head back in pleasure at the sudden stimulation.

His hand got busy as he slid it underneath your shorts and panties to touch your bare cunt for the first time. It was the first time someone other than you touched you so intimately, you felt so sensitive to his rough touch, but he seemed to know exactly where to touch and when as his fingers attacked your clit, swirling around the spasming little bud.

Your back arched as you let out a needy cry of pleasure, his callused fingers felt so good on the sensitive flesh of your clit that it was bordering on overwhelming. You clutched desperately at Jungkook, your nails digging into his biceps as the pleasure mounted. But suddenly, he pulled away from you, taking his hand out of your pants and gazing down at you.

“Get naked for me, princess,” He cooed, sitting up to discard his own underwear as you pulled off your remaining clothes.

Finally, you lay bare beneath him, your hair sprawled out around you and honestly Jungkook had never seen anything so beautiful. Gripping your thighs in his hands, he spread them to expose your wet cunt for the first time to him.

Biting his lip, he slid his fingers between your spread folds, watching as your thighs trembled at the sensation. A low whine escaped your lips, the most beautiful sound he’d ever heard, as he slid a slender finger into your pussy. He let out his own moan at the feeling of your tight walls hugging his fingers.

“Shit, baby, you’re so fucking tight, will you be able to take me, I wonder?” He groaned into your ear, kissing your shoulder gently. “But you know? It makes me so hard to think you can’t take what I’ll give you, baby, I love it.”

You whimpered, grinding your hips against his hand, subtly begging for more. You cried out at the stretch as he slid another finger in alongside the first. He paused a moment to feel your walls clamp around the digits as your body tried to adjust to being filled. The feeling was unlike anything you’d ever felt, having something inside you. It was euphoric.

Jungkook’s fingers moved within you, scissoring to stretch your walls. Every once in a while, he would catch the spongy spot on the top wall, making your back arch and cunt squeeze his fingers even tighter.

Finally, he couldn’t take it anymore as he took his fingers out. You watched as he popped the soaked fingers into his mouth, groaning at your taste.

“You’re so fucking sweet,” He growled. “I’d love to spend hours with my tongue buried in your little cunt, but we’ll save that for another time, yeah baby?”

You nodded, blushing at the thought of having him tongue fuck you. Finally, he positioned himself over you, holding himself up on one arm as he gripped his cock. You whimpered softly when you felt the blunt head of his member prod at your entrance. Ever so gently, he began to slide into you. You had expected pain, but none came, only a slight sting from being stretched but you were so wet and ready that you didn’t experience any serious discomfort. You were thankful to Jungkook to making sure you were well prepared. You knew you made the right choice losing it to him.

By this point you’d both forgotten completely about the live feed of this happening. You were too far gone in pleasure at having him inside you and he was holding back from pounding you with everything he had at finally being hugged by your tight walls.

He started a slow but deep pace, hitting places inside you that you never knew could even exist until Jungkook’s delicious cock finally found them. Your nails dug into his back as you held onto him, wrapping your legs around his waist as he fucked into you.

“You’re so good baby, you’re doing so good taking my cock inside that pretty little cunt,” Jungkook growled into your ear, making you whimper and clench pathetically around his cock. “You like when I talk to you like that, huh? You dirty little girl.”

“I-I love it, Kookie…” You whined, burying your face into his neck shyly at your own confession, making his heart speed up at how cute you were.

Nothing could compare to the pleasure you were feeling now. No other sensation could be described as even touching the pleasure you were overwhelmed with, not even your favorite hitachi toy. Your back bowed off the bed when his cock brushed against that spot inside you, making you cry out his name.

“Shit, I can’t last long,” Jungkook groaned, dropping himself onto his elbow as he used his other hand to find your clit.

His thumb circled the swollen nub, trying to push you over that edge, smirking when you began to tremble at the sudden pleasure. Your wide eyes stared up at him, unseeing through your pleasure, you were leaking everywhere, leaving a mess all over him and beneath you. He needed to feel you cum around him, to say he was desperate would be an understatement. He needed it. It’s all he could ever want, you to cum around his cock while he took your virginity.

He felt his own cock pulse at the thought.

Finally, you erupted, curling in on yourself as you came. Your walls pulsed around him as he fucked you through your first real orgasm. You got so tight, your cream coating him, holding him tightly inside you. Your cries of pleasure were the most beautiful symphony, one created by him alone.

Suddenly, he pulled out of you, pumping his cock over your quivering body as he came to his own end, the sight of you still cumming sent his pleasure to new heights. He watched as his cum painted your body, claiming you as his. Your legs were tightly closed as you trembled through the aftershocks. Jungkook’s body slowly calmed as he pressed a gentle kiss to your knee.

Glancing over to the laptop, he didn’t even take a look at anything before he ended the stream. Once the laptop was closed, he crashed onto the bed and pulled your still-trembling form against him.

The next morning, you both looked over the comments on your latest video, giggling when you saw the top comment.

WonTaekwoon-ie90 Lucky bastard.

#bts #bts smut #bts scenarios #bts imagines #bts reactions #bts preferences #jeon jungkook #bts jungkook #jungkook smut #jungkook scenarios #jungkook imagines #bts fanfic #jungkook fanfic #btssmutclub

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angelicthor · 5 years ago

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an explanation

ok so since about new year? maybe longer i really can’t remember tbh, i’ve not being doing so well with my mental health - i have depression and its been getting worse over these last few months.

i don’t know whether it was caused by the stress of my final year or just made worse by it or maybe both idk, but it wasn’t an easy year and i nearly ended up failing my final exams because of it. luckily i managed to graduate, god only knows how because i did god awful but anyway it was done!

i graduated in june/july? one of them and then was told by my dad that i had to get a job and move out by the end of august at the latest. i did the math an i would have needed £1k alone in just deposits for a place to rent (spare change i didn’t have) and i’d need a guarantor given the fact that i dont have a credit score and my dad had just lost his job it was next to impossible.

put all this on top of the fact that i was trying to figure out my next move in life career wise and the job market where i currently live is slim to put it mildly. see dad was moving in with his fiance in another city and i was planning on staying where i currently live because i was going to stay on to do a masters course here because whilst there is much to be desired from my city i actually really loved my uni

but anyway, he was moving and i needed to go to - even if i managed to land a job there was no way in hell i could have afforded the house we were living in.

he went behind my back to call my mum who i hadn’t spoken to in 5 years to ask her if i could stay there. i hadn’t spoken to her since roughly a year after she and my dad split - i know the world loves to paint mothers as can do not wrong but its utter horse shit. no one in my life has ever made me feel as god awful as she had. everything was always my fault including dad leaving - i drove him away apparently, it had nothing to do with the fact that she was abusive - she’d come into my room late at night when i was asleep (she has a drinking problem that she will never acknowledge) and just start screaming at me.

at the worst points in our relationship (it had been rocky since i was 12/13 and only got worse as the years went on) i was downright suicidal. but because there was never any physical marks - though i honestly wouldn’t put it past her, the threat of violence has always been there - i kinda of convinced myself that i exaggerated my memories? that it wasn’t as bad as it seemed and that i was as equally responsible as she was. plus i didn’t help that people never believed me, i told so many people, my dad included that she scared me and i was just laughed at and called ridiculous

couple that with the fact that everyone seemed convinced she had changed although no one in my family had spoken to her i agreed to meet her. the first two meetings were ok, the third i caught her slipping into her old habits and the forth she was exactly the same as i remembered her.

unfortunately it was too late, i had to be gone in a week and there really was no where else for me to go. i moved in and no more than a day later i was planning on moving out.

easier said than done but im trying to remain positive because i know its going to be harder than last time, i’m quite literally all alone now, my family have all moved from the area and the few friends i do have all have lives of their own.

the reason updates and general presence is lacking on here, as much as i would love to write i honestly feel like im missing part of myself right now, is because im not allowed. i can’t be in the house during the day so i wake up and do whatever i have to do, washing cleaning typical chores ya know and then i have to be out of the house by 1:30pm because thats when she comes home - i spend the day doing pointless stuff because i have to just not be there (which doesn’t help when you need to apply for jobs) and when i get in im not allowed to do my own thing i.e. write, i have to sit with her and do whatever shes doing regardless of whether i like it or not. i honestly feel more like a lap dog than a person at this point ya know? like i dread coming home and i prepare myself for this personna that i have to put on in order to please her and im honestly so tired from it all.

and the kicker is that im doing all this and it still isn’t enough to please her, im spending too much time at home (still?) and at the same time too much time out of the house, she doesn’t like my friends, or my clothes or my hair, or all of my interests are childish and stupid, shes made at me for not wanting a job that pays ridiculous amounts, she hates the fact that i don’t like expensive things because all she cares about it image but i refuse to break myself apart and mold myself into someone new to please someone that i honestly don’t even think is a nice person.

i can’t afford to move out before the new year now but i have job interviews lined up (fingers and toes all crossed) and i’m hoping to try and fine a new job out of the area and somewhere new in the new year, there really is nothing left for me here and i am in desperate need of a fresh start.

so yeah this is it, definitely not where i saw myself at 22 - honestly in shock im right back in the one place in my life i never wanted to return to - but im staying hopeful, one day im gonna look back and be able to say that i got myself through this, i just have to hold out.

#tw suicide mention #tw depression mention #tw abusive relationship #chels.txt #if this needs any more tags to blacklist please let me know <3

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hungline · 6 years ago

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cheetohead works wonders

pairings: junhao, side meanie genre: fluff, uni au, rated t warnings: none words: 2930

summary: It’s all Mingyu’s fault that Junhui ends up with Minghao’s number, but Minghao doesn’t really seem to mind much when Mingyu bakes him a cake and Wonwoo gives him money for food. His birthday is alright in the end.

“I swear to god if you order a PSL, I’m going to castrate you,” Minghao mutters under his breath, half hoping the customer in front of him can’t hear him.

But it’s just Minghao’s extraordinary luck that he does.

“I’m sorry,” the customer replies, their voice a deep, smooth tenor Minghao is pretty sure he’s heard before. “I actually hate pumpkin spice everything, so you’re good.”

Minghao looks up and is immediately floored by how pretty Wen Junhui is up close. He’s half sure his mouth open in shock or something close to it and he hastens to come up with a reply before Junhui thinks he’s weird on top of being murderous.

“Good. Me too,” Minghao manages, sending a death glare over his shoulder when Mingyu snickers at his lame attempt at making normal conversation. “Um, so, what would you like then?”

Junhui purses his lips together in thought as he studies the menu over Minghao's head and Minghao has to tear his gaze away from Junhui's lips before his sleep-deprived brain jumps off the deep end and dooms him to eternal embarrassment. Junhui tuts a soft noise and Minghao meets his gaze, surprised to see Junhui sporting an amused smile.

"I'll just have a caramel macchiato," he murmurs, then very subtly winks. "And your number."

"Sure, that'll beーWait, what?" Minghao sputters, shock clear on his face.

Junhui smiles and shakes his head. "Nevermind, the coffee will do fine by itself."

"Iー" Minghao tries for words and when he finds he can't, he merely nods and continues to ring up Junhui's order.

Thankfully, Minghao doesn't have to tell him his total because Junhui can clearly see it on the cash register and hands over the money, smiling kindly at Minghao when he receives his change. Minghao gulps down the nervous wave of word vomit lodged in his throat and focuses on greeting the only other customer in line. He plasters on a fake smile and tries to be cheerful while taking the order, his expression not even flickering when they finally decide on a pumpkin spice latte.

Minghao grits his teeth and tells them their total, before turning to help Mingyu with the drinks. Generally, Jeonghan would be in charge of this or at least overseeing them as they work, but their shift manager will often be found sleeping in the back room whenever he's present and Minghao has gotten so used to it, he doesn't even question why Jeonghan still works here in the first place. Mingyu is all smiles and tries to prod at Minghao's buttons but his shift will be over soon and the fact he had to come in to cover for Jihoon being sick on his birthday is just shitty all around so absolutely nothing Mingyu could say or do would make today worse than it already is.

So it's with great surprise when Minghao finally returns back to his dorm and collapses on his bed, ignoring Wonwoo who's staring at him with concern from over the top of his latest sci-fi novel, and his phone chimes with a text message from a number he doesn't recognize.

hey, i'm glad you changed your mind

Minghao blinks when he realizes that the text is in Mandarin, and as far as Minghao knows, his mom hasn't changed her number so who could this possibly be?

sorry i think you have the wrong number

"Hey, hyung, this random number just texted me. Do you know who it might be?" Minghao tries to not let his nerves bleed into his voice, but Wonwoo wouldn't judge him for being a little freaked out over someone he doesn't know texting him.

"What's the number? I'll see if it pops up in my contacts," Wonwoo murmurs, phone in hand now.

Minghao doubts that it will, considering that texting gives Wonwoo anxiety sometimes and the person is Chinese, but it's a Seoul number so he recites the digits anyway and freezes when another text comes in.

oh, is this not the cute barista from starbucks then?

Minghao groans and buries his face into his pillow. He's going to murder Mingyu the next time he sees him.

"Oh," Wonwoo says from his side of the room. "That's Jun's number. He's my chem partner. I didn't know you knew him."

"I don't," Minghao grumbles, pushing himself into a sitting position as he ponders over a reply to the new text. "I think your boyfriend gave him my number."

Wonwoo doesn't stutter when he replies, but the blush spreading across his face is easy to see. "Mingyu is not my boyfriend."

"Not yet," Minghao adds on before looking down at his phone again. "Anyway, thanks for your help, hyung."

"Yeah. Sure thing," Wonwoo mutters, furiously tapping something into his phone before dropping it on his bed and returning to his novel again.

youre going to have to be a little more specific than that

Minghao leaves his phone on his pillow and drags his backpack onto his bed, rifling through it until he's found his math homework. He forgets about the weird texts from one of the most handsome guys on campus and throws himself into statistics. He's gotten through three problems when his phone chimes again.

um, kinda short, sorta? pretty eyes and brown hair.

Minghao rolls his eyes and is about to respond when another text comes in.

oh! he threatened to castrate me if i ordered a psl

Minghao groans and hastens to reply before any more can be said.

ok yeah im him howd you know to text me in mandarin tho

Statistics isn't so interesting anymore, not that it ever really was, to be honest. Minghao's a good student though so he always finds a way to focus on homework, no matter how boring the subject. This however, warrants a great excuse to put off his math homework for later.

you said to, on the cup [photo]

Minghao clicks on the photo and groans aloud when he recognizes Mingyu's handwriting. It isn't as shitty as Wonwoo's (honestly nobody's handwriting is as ineligible as Wonwoo's), but Mingyu's isn't so pretty either. Wonwoo looks up from his book to pin Minghao with a questioning gaze but returns to his novel when Minghao shakes his head and frowns down at his phone.

did my shitty cheetohead coworker hand you the drink

The response is instant and Minghao pales when he realizes that Junhui must be waiting for him to reply.

yeah

Another groan is let out into the air by Minghao and Wonwoo stares at him again, his gaze conveying do you want to talk about it or will you shut up?

hey im sorry i never actually wrote that

This entire thing is embarrassing and Minghao wishes he hadn't been guilted by Jihoon to cover his shift on his birthday of all days. Wonwoo stands up from his bed and disappears into their kitchen, which prompts Minghao to follow him because Wonwoo can't cook for jack shit and shouldn't ever be trusted to be alone in a kitchen, no matter how small or inadequate the kitchen is.

Minghao makes them sandwiches and Wonwoo digs out a bag of shrimp chips that went stale last week and they eat quietly before returning to their beds.

"Hey, you'll be okay for an hour or two right? I have to head out to pick something up from Mingyu's," Wonwoo asks, one arm already in his jacket.

"Yeah, I'll be fine. No worries, hyung," Minghao mumbles, his mind back on his statistics homework again.

"'Kay. Be back soon, try and clean the place up a little because I'm pretty sure I'll come back with Mingyu," Wonwoo murmurs, an apologetic smile on his lips as he digs his wallet out and drops a few bills onto Minghao's lap. "Here. In case you want pizza or takeout while I'm gone."

"Bye, hyung. Text me when you're on your way back."

Wonwoo leaves shortly after that and Minghao is left alone in their dorm with no company except his math homework and his phone that just chimed with another message again.

oh, well this is awkward i'm sorry for bothering you then

Minghao is pretty sure he's going to regret this but he sighs and rolls his eyes, his text already halfway ready to send.

nah its fine i was considering putting my number on your cup anyway i guess mingyu just beat me to it really

Junhui's next response takes a while, but Minghao considers it worth it when he reads it and bursts into loud laughter.

mingyu is cheetohead, right?

So maybe today hasn't been that bad, but still, Minghao kind of wishes he was with his mom right now so she could bake him a cake and serve his favorite ice cream with it as they watch horror movies and laugh at how bad they are. Then they'd go out for actual dinner at that Chinese restaurant he adores for no real apparent reason other than that their food is almost as good as his grandma's. When they'd get back home, it'd be to more cake and ice cream and maybe another horrible horror movie before they go off to bed.

mingyu is cheetohead yes

Minghao decides to order takeout from the Chinese place nearby who's noodles are always too greasy but it's cheap and Minghao wants Chinese food, damn it. After he's done ordering, he does some more of his statistics homework and cleans up a little, which translates into he cries over stats and doesn't clean for shit while he waits for food.

guess i'll have to thank cheetohead next time i see him, which is, wouldn't you know it, right now!

It takes Minghao a minute to realize what Junhui just said, but by then his food is here and he hastens to open the door. Yixing smiles at him and Minghao hands over all the bills Wonwoo gave him, not caring that the tip is way more than what's expected. Wonwoo does the same thing whenever he orders coffee while Mingyu is working so if Minghao wants to generously tip the cute takeout guy, he'll do just that.

why are you with cheetohead right now

Minghao doesn't have a moment to rest because as soon as his text to Junhui has sent, Wonwoo has texted him.

Hey, I'm on my way back. Did you order food?

hao: yeah, chinese takeout

wonu: Did you tip Yixing again?

hao: you tip cheetohead all the time

wonu: Mingyu needs the money. Anyway, I hope you ordered enough for four.

hao: youre in luck cause i definitely did not

wonu: I'll buy some more on my way back then. See you soon. Please, clean up the place a little.

hao: see you

Minghao almost bowls over with laughter when he realizes that Wonwoo immediately knew who he meant when he called Mingyu cheetohead. His phone chimes again and luckily, it's a text from Junhui this time.

wonwoo kinda coerced me into coming with him to cheetohead's place and i guess we're heading back to yours now??

cute barista: i guess ill see you soon then

Well shit, Minghao thinks.

Cleaning up doesn't take much time, but Minghao shoves his takeout into the microwave anyway to keep it semi-warm as he sweeps the dorm and pushes all of Wonwoo's things onto his side of the room. He considers mopping, but it's only Mingyu...and Junhui so yeah, he probably should mop, but then he remembers Seungcheol broke their mop last month and still hasn't gotten them a new one so he hopes that wet wipes will do for now.

He picks up a few of Wonwoo's novels in the kitchen and bathroom and puts them on top of the elder's desk. He moves back to his own bed and packs up his math homework for later. He's just closed the zipper on his backpack when the lock on the door twists and Wonwoo is standing in the doorway, covering most of what Minghao can see of Mingyu and Junhui.

"Oh, you did clean up. Nice. Thank you," Wonwoo nods, a grateful smile on his face as he lifts up the bags in his hands. "I brought more takeout and that ice cream you like."

"Thanks," Minghao blinks and nods at him, not really knowing what to do as Wonwoo continues to stand awkwardly in the doorway.

Wonwoo steps inside then and Mingyu steps in after him, holding the door open for Junhui who's holding a fucking cake in his arms. The door closes behind Junhui and Minghao struggles to say something.

"Whaー" Minghao starts to say, but he's cut off by Mingyu launching himself into the birthday song while Wonwoo and Junhui hasten to join in as well.

By the end of the song, Minghao is undoubtedly blushing and Mingyu is hollering with laughter as Wonwoo steps forward and kisses the crown of Minghao's head, only making Minghao feel even more flustered. Mingyu steps forward as well but then stops when Minghao pins him with a murderous glare.

"Don't you dare try kissing me, Kim Mingyu. I'm very pissed off at you."

"Why? 'Cause I gave a hot guy your number? Come on, Minghao! I baked your cake, just let me kiss your cheek or something!" Mingyu whines.

"No," Minghao crosses his arm, firm on his decision until Junhui steps forward and passes the cake to Mingyu.

"Can I kiss you then?" Junhui asks, a timid smile on his handsome face.

Minghao blinks. "Um."

"Go for it, Junnie-yah," Wonwoo mumbles from the kitchen where he's heating up Minghao's takeout. "Doesn't look like Hao's going to give you much of an answer anyway."

Junhui nods and crowds into Minghao's space and Minghao is helpless to the pull Junhui has on him. Junhui leans in and very quickly presses his lips to Minghao's before darting away to safety while Mingyu starts whooping at them.

"Shut the fuck up, Cheetohead," Minghao spits through his teeth.

Junhui giggles and Minghao forgets about his irritation with Mingyu momentarily while he flushes again and avoids eye contact with Junhui. Mingyu coos at them again and the irritation comes back. Minghao takes a menacing step forward in Mingyu's direction, but Wonwoo is back in the room, candles and a lighter in hand as he pops the lid off the cake and arranges the candles atop it before lighting them.

"Happy birthday, Hao. Make a wish," Wonwoo murmurs, a hand on Minghao's back as he pushes him in front of the cake.

Mingyu smiles and nods at him, proud of the blue icing and white letters on the cake he holds that proclaim it Minghao's birthday. Minghao sighs and blows out the candles, smiling when Mingyu starts whooping again and almost drops the cake so Junhui ushers them all into the kitchen where Mingyu can set the cake down where it'll be safe for the most part.

They eat the cake with ice cream and Minghao decides he'll try and call his mom more often as they settle back into the boys' sleeping space and Wonwoo drags out the tv they never use. Mingyu hands Wonwoo Minghao's favorite shitty horror movie and then hides in Wonwoo's chest for the entirety of the film as Minghao finds himself nodding off on Junhui's shoulder.

Junhui nudges him awake sometime later and Minghao is mortified to find he drooled on him while asleep.

"I am so sorry, do you want to borrow a shirt or something?" Minghao hastens to say, keeping his voice down to not wake up Mingyu and Wonwoo who lay passed out on the floor, cuddling.

Minghao should probably be laughing at the fact that he was right and Mingyu is most definitely the little spoon, but he ignores that for apologizing to Junhui instead.

Junhui laughs and shakes his head, a hand on Minghao's shoulder to keep him from standing up just yet. "Nah, it's okay. Don't worry about it. I actually wanted to ask you something."

"Uh, sure. What is it?" Minghao gulps and settles himself back down, fingers twisted together in his lap.

"Well, I was wondering if you'd like to go the movies with me sometime? Jigsaw is out right now and I heard the plot is pretty shitty and that seems to be your kind of thing considering how many b-rated horror movies we watched tonight," Junhui asks, a nervous smile on his face.

"Oh, um, Iー" Minghao stutters.

"He'd love to go," Mingyu mutters from the floor, making both Minghao and Junhui jump and bump their heads together.

"Ow," Minghao groans, rubbing his head as he glares at Mingyu who ignores it and turns over in Wonwoo's arms before falling asleep again. "I guess we're going then, yeah."

Junhui is also rubbing his head when he asks, "You sure? I don't want you to feel obligated to go because Cheetohead said so."

Minghao snickers at the nickname they'd adopted for Mingyu and nods. "Yeah, I'm sure. Let's go on Wednesday, I don't work that day. So no Cheetohead to tell me what to do!"

"Awesome," Junhui says with a visible excitement clear in his voice and Minghao smiles at it, a little flustered but willing to test out whatever is happening between them. "Happy birthday, by the way. Sorry I didn't get you a gift or something."

"That's fine," Minghao waves the worry away. "I hate getting gifts."

Junhui nods, smiling calmly now. "Still, happy birthday."

"Thanks," Minghao murmurs, before leaning in and kissing Junhui briefly on the lips again.

#junhao #sfwseventeen #kwritersworldnet #kwordsmiths #prettyboysnetwork #betareadernet #svt #fluff #p:junhui/minghao #f:cww #m: fic

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istheresomebodywhocanimagine · 6 years ago

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The Rule of Threes

poachedhazontoast said: I literally drop everything I’m doing as soon as you post a new fic, ilysm. I was wondering if you could write a friends to lovers fic for Gwil? I literally have nothing other than that so it’s all creative license for you (can you tell by my short-ass masterlist that I’m terrible at coming up with ideas?) TIA 💕

(a/n: hello HI ilysm anyways this is a drunk at a wedding fic but its so CHEESY i smiled so big while writing it gwilym is such a sweetheart im so upset he shaved also can you tell i like champagne.... im a classy bitch)

You had told three lies tonight. Two of them were to Gwilym, and the third was more to yourself than anything. Maybe it was to convince you of something less terrifying than fancying your best friend, or maybe it was just really the wine talking. But you both knew it wasn’t true, especially after what had just happened.

Lie number one? “I promise I won’t get wine-drunk.”

Gwilym raised an eyebrow at that one, his sharp blue eyes scanning the empty champagne flutes and wine glasses at every table that were just waiting to be filled. You smiled sheepishly at his accusatory glance, your hands desperately clutching at the hem of your knee length green sundress and tugging it down as you sat at the table with your nameplate on it. He took the seat next to you, awkwardly tucking his gangly knees under the abnormally short table and smiling politely at an older couple that passed by. They knew your parents, and probably were wondering what in the hell a giant was doing at this wedding with you.

Your friend Chelsea was getting married in London, and Gwilym had agreed to be your plus one on the agreement that you’d be his plus one to a wedding of his friend’s coming up. Both of you had been close friends for years, but never solidified the best friend status until last year on a filming break for the both of you. London had never seen such a duo, and now that both of you were on a break again, you’d been running around the city as partners in crime again. Now, it was time to tack on another accomplishment to the best friend status – certified plus ones.

However, if he kept looking as good as he did tonight, the lines between best friend status and something more could become very blurred, very soon.

Waiters swarmed around you as the venue filled up for the reception, and you were asked for your preferences in wine. Gwilym ordered a Shiraz, while you opted for one with a lower alcohol content, a Moscato. Impressed by your apparent adherence to your ‘not getting wine-drunk’ rule, Gwil nodded appreciatively at your choice and chuckled when you playfully elbowed him.

“Hey! Mind your elbows,” he warned teasingly, and you laughed before holding up a hand to the side of your face, blocking you from seeing him and him from seeing you as he chuckled along. Your table slowly filled up with new faces, familiar faces, and everything in between as it got closer to start, and although small talk was bountiful, you could tell that Gwilym’s natural, gentle charm could only go so far before he started to lose interest. The people at your table, unfortunately, were not exactly great conversationalists. You and Gwilym could go on and on for minutes with each other, telling inside jokes and laughing, but the input from the rest of the table was stale at best.

When you were an hour in and still without food or a good conversation, you leaned over to Gwilym, murmuring lie number two directly into his ear. “At the rate this is going, I say we’re out of here by 10, what do you think?” He only nodded in response, an amused smile briefly playing at his lips as he glanced between two other people at the table who were discussing a horribly dry subject.

To cope with the stagnant conversation for the time being, you began drinking your wine at a dizzyingly fast pace on an empty stomach, and Gwilym followed suit. When he went to stand up for a moment to go to the bathroom after the toasts, his eyes widened as he straightened up. “Oh my,” he murmured, a crooked smile crossing his lips as he looked down at you. “I think I’ve drank more than I thought.”

That alone was enough to make you giggle a few times, and you stood up with him, experiencing a similar head rush as you realized how tipsy you were. “Oh, shit,” you muttered, laughing as you slipped your arm into his, holding onto him to steady yourself. He nodded to the table and excused the both of you, navigating his way between the tables with you as you both headed off for the restrooms. As soon as you were out of earshot of your table, you groaned loudly before giggling. “Jesus Christ, I’ve never been so bored in all of my life and I went to regular uni for a whole year!”

Gwilym’s laugh was hearty as he walked down the long hallway with you, his arm hooked around yours securely. “I’m so glad you said something, I was afraid you’d be mad if I ragged on the table there! What a dull group. I was almost bored to tears, and I’m starving.”

You got to the bathrooms, and with a small pat to his arm, you slipped yours out of his grasp and diverged paths with him. Unbeknownst to you, he lingered for a few seconds longer, watching you as you turned and headed for the door. Out of sheer chivalry, he looked away as you opened the door, and chewed on his lower lip for a moment before smiling to himself and heading off to the men’s bathroom.

As much as you were enticed by his appearance tonight, he was digging yours almost tenfold, and had never felt so at risk of crossing that line and kissing you. It was that, or wine-drunk Gwilym was just a horny bastard. Either way, he couldn’t ignore the heat in his face as he returned to wait in the hall for you patiently afterwards, standing with his hands in his pockets and looking around aimlessly until something caught his drunken, yet perceptive eye.

When you emerged, you noted the delight that passed over his face when he realized it was finally you. Reaching and grabbing your hand, he tugged you off towards the kitchen door he’d just seen swing open. Stumbling a bit due to your equilibrium not quite being intact anymore, you furrowed your eyebrows when he came to a stop.

“Gwil, that’s the kitchen. Did you drink more than I thought?” you asked seriously, and he had to laugh as he dropped your hand, slowly peeking inside of the door and looking around for a moment before turning back to you.

“Watch this,” he whispered, putting a finger to his lips before he straightened up and fixed his collar, walking nonchalantly into the kitchen to your mild horror. The door swung shut behind him, and you were left to wonder what in the hell he was up to. You were not about to get kicked out of your friend’s wedding because your plus one wanted seconds, no matter how attractive that plus one was.

About a minute later, Gwilym reappeared as casually as he’d walked in, but now he came equipped with a bottle of champagne in hand and a plate of meats, cheeses, and crackers. Your jaw went slack as you began to ask him how he’d managed to do that, but he shushed you once again as he handed you the tray of food and pulled you down the hall to the elevator, not speaking until you were both alone inside.

“That was a rush!” he laughed, starting to pull the wrapping off of the top of the champagne bottle as he pressed the button to the top floor of the building. Cocking an eyebrow at the action, you watched as he carefully peeled the wrapping completely off. “Apparently kitchen workers either don’t know or don’t care about the difference between a member of the groomsmen and an actor playing a member of the groomsmen.”

“Gwilym, you did not take one of the champagne bottles for the bridal party, did you?” When he nodded, you burst out laughing and covered your face with your free hand, quickly going red. “Oh my God, I’m never going to get invited to any of my friends’ weddings again, you idiot!”

“If they’re anything like this one, good riddance,” he simply stated, hiding the champagne bottle underneath his jacket when the doors opened at the top floor. You both peeked out and found the hallway to be empty, so Gwilym took off for the exit to the stairwell to the roof that was indicated by the sign at the end of the hallway, and you had no choice but to follow suit. It was unlocked, thankfully, and you both climbed the steps to find a completely uninhabited roof. “Perfect. No boring tablemates anymore.”

Looking around as you made your way across the roof, you marveled at the lights of London now that the sun had dipped below the horizon. Leaning against the edge of the roof after sitting the tray down next to your feet, you took in the breathtaking view of the horizon.

Thousands – maybe millions – of lights twinkled in the vast expanse of the sprawling city. This would probably be a view you’d love to get used to, but then again, you never would – it was so beautiful, too beautiful to be normalized like that. You felt a presence at your side, suddenly, and you looked up to see Gwilym, who was just getting the wire top over the cork twisted off.

When he saw you glance at him, then down at the bottle, he laughed. You looked windswept, but horribly amused by his struggle to get the bottle open, so he offered it to you and raised an eyebrow in challenge. Rolling your eyes, you accepted the challenge and twisted the cork out just enough to get a good handle on it. Hooking your hand under the neck of the bottle, you pressed your thumb up against the top of the cork and slowly applied pressure. The cork gave way easily, popping out and making a noise like a gunshot as it flew off the edge of the building.

“Oh my god!” you giggled impishly, peeking over the edge and losing the cork quickly in the myriad of lights and motion below.

“If you catch a charge for hitting a pedestrian, I don’t know you,” Gwilym laughed, turning around and sinking down to a sitting position as he pulled his jacket off, setting it to the side before patting the spot next to him. Taking a drink of the champagne quickly, you savored the sweet, sparkly taste of the wine before sinking down to your knees and sitting with your legs tucked to the side away from Gwilym, lazily falling against his side as you handed him the bottle. He accepted gratefully, taking a drink as well while he shifted so that you were resting against him more comfortably, your head falling on his shoulder gently.

He didn’t attempt to make any move, keeping his hand resting respectably on the cold concrete of the roof between you, but he didn’t push you away either, letting you support your body weight on his. This wasn’t new for either of you – you weren’t shy about cuddling with each other anymore, he was never surprised when you’d lean against his side, and neither were you if he’d rest his head in your lap. There were no expectations, which led to no awkwardness between you two.

But whether it was the alcohol quickly eradicating both of your common sense, or just genuinely the tension becoming unbearably, tonight it felt heavy. It felt different, like you were in an alternate universe, one where all of the small moments you’d shared were all clashing at once, making it hard to breath and hard to see on top of being tipsy.

“God, Gwilym, m’sorry, I swear not all of my acquaintances are such bores,” you apologized, laughing as you pressed your free hand to your temple. “Our table just got the short end of the stick.”

“Oh, it’s alright,” he reassured, handing you the bottle and watching as you took a drink. His lips stayed parted just a tiny bit as he observed your eyelids fluttering closed while you took a drink, tipping your head back slightly. As your hair fell back to completely expose your neck, Gwilym had to chew on his lip and look away. It was tantalizing, the sight of your soft, unblemished skin, an open plane of your body that he desperately wanted to conquer with his lips, to mark with his love.

To distract himself, he reached over and grabbed the tray of food next to you, placing it in his lap and starting to nervously snack on it. You handed the bottle back to him, worrying about the sudden silence he’d left you in while you’d drank, and grabbed a few pieces of meat and cheese while you stared ahead at the opposite end of the roof.

“Thank you for coming with tonight, though you really didn’t have to,” you hummed, glancing over at him and smiling before looking forward again and taking a bite of your food. “Also, you really didn’t have to do all of this,” you then giggled, resting your head on his shoulder.

“Oh, what kind of plus one would I be if I didn’t steal champagne and food from the kitchen and ditch the actual wedding party with you?” That got another inebriated laugh out of you, and you could hear a deep chuckle reverberating in his chest as you closed your eyes, your eyelids heavy with intoxication and pure bliss.

“You’re right. We should do this more often, especially if we get champagne every time.” You took the bottle from him and stole another drink before sitting it between the two of you and shivering a bit. “Maybe we should become wedding crashers. We’ve got to find a warmer roof next time, though.”

There was a shuffle and you felt Gwilym moving, so you sat up a bit and opened your eyes to see him picking up his jacket, dusting it off before carefully draping it over your shoulders. Making a happy noise, you pulled it completely around you, curling up inside the jacket as you scooted closer. “Better?” he asked, hiccupping a bit and guffawing at himself as he shook his head. “Christ, wine-drunk was a horrible idea! Who did this to me?”

“All you, Gwilly,” you answered, sing-songy and unable to shake your case of the giggles as you closed your eyes once again, feeling at peace and almost sleepy in the current situation. It didn’t help that the steady rise and fall of Gwilym’s shoulders as he breathed felt like a rocking sensation to you, and you found yourself drifting off before he spoke again.

“D’you suppose they’d catch us if we were wedding crashers?” he asked suddenly, looking down at his hands as he rubbed the pad of his thumb along the rim of the champagne bottle. “We could come up with convincing backstories, couldn’t we?”

“With your mind? I could definitely see it happened,” you giggled, opening your eyes slowly and looking up at him through glazed over eyes. He met your gaze, and his breathing hitched in the most miniscule of ways as he found himself entranced, unable to look away or think of anything else but your lips.

You smiled nervously as he continued to stare, turning to face him more and accidentally knocking the champagne over in the process. “Oh, fucking hell,” you cursed as you quickly picked it back up. There wasn’t a ton left anyways - you two were bound to be even drunker in about 30 minutes, at the rate you’d consumed it. However, the small puddle you left still made you pout as you sat the champagne to the side, blushing at your obvious clumsiness around Gwilym. He naturally made you a bumbling idiot, so the fact that he was drunkenly staring at you like you were his last meal only made you even more of a mess.

But Gwilym only laughed, shaking his head as he scooted his leg out of the way to avoid the puddle. “There’s a bunch of napkins in one of those pockets,” he said, referring to the jacket. You started to dig furiously through the one closest to him, pouting even more when you came up empty handed. “Check the other, you dork,” he teased gently, reaching across you and grabbing the napkins out of the pocket. In the process of retrieving them, he made the mistake of looking up while you were watching his hand.

He’d never been this close face-to-face with you before, and it was alien territory to him as he stared at you almost helplessly, your noses dangerously close to bumping each other as he let out a slow, long breath. You felt the exhale hit your lips, and you looked up to be surprised by Gwilym watching you quietly, his face only inches from yours.

He broke first. His monstrous hand dwarfed your face as he cupped your jaw, pressing his lips against yours gently, almost hesitantly. He was testing the waters, and you were just as scared, so you barely reciprocated as far as the kiss went. However, your hand subconsciously rose to rest on top of his, your fingers intertwining with his when he pulled away and loosened his hold on your jaw.

You stared at him for a good half-minute before taking a deep breath and dropping his hand gently, not sure what to make of what just happened. You were obviously very pleased that you’d just kissed your hot best friend, but also terrified because you’d just kissed your hot best friend.

“Er, sorry if I spooked you,” he murmured, grabbing the napkins and awkwardly beginning to mop up the mess you’d made as you watched, dumbfounded.

“No, I-“ you couldn’t say it. You were scared that you’d read too much into the situation. Maybe it was just a drunken thing, an ‘I’m horny and single, you’re horny and single’ kind of thing. That’s where lie number three came in. “We’re so drunk, you didn’t mean to.”

A mischievous smirk graced his usually elegant, thin lips, and he balled the sopping napkins into one big mush before tossing it to the side, sitting back against the wall again. “Well, I definitely did, so you’re wrong on that.”

It felt like your heart was doing a million flips as you processed what he had just said, and you all but threw yourself on him as you pressed your lips to his this time, mumbling, “Oh, thank God,” against his lips and making him chuckle into the kiss. He pulled you carefully onto his lap, his arms securing themselves around your waist as you moved your lips in sync, desperately making up for every moment you’d wanted him to kiss you that night, and every night before that. Sloppy, boundless kisses shared between the both of you quickly took your breath away, and you had to pull away first, taking a breath as your nose brushed up against his jaw, the scruffy hair of his beard scratchy against your skin.

You loved it, though. His beard suited him, and you didn’t mind that it wasn’t the softest ever. The roughness greatly contrasted with the taste of his lips - it was sweet, and you dragged your tongue over your lower lip before you pressed a soft kiss to the corner of his mouth, overwhelmed by all that had just happened.

Pulling away, you gave him a moment to calm down too, his pupils blown out with excitement as he scanned your face, searching for any hint of reciprocated energy that he could latch on to. Reaching out, you grabbed the champagne and swirled the last bit of it around in the bottle before looking at Gwilym as you drank the last of it, letting the bottle roll away when you sat it down on its side.

“Well, I’ll be,” he murmured, looking between you and the bottle. “Thanks for sharing, not like I wanted another sip anyways. Man, you kiss the daylights out of your best friend and then she still has the audacity to hog the rest of the champagne.”

You threw your head back as you laughed, closing your eyes and shaking your head while his jacket slipped off your shoulders. He quickly grabbed it, pulling it back over you as you met his gaze once again, a goofy grin gracing your own lips. “Next time, I guess?” With that, you turned and situated yourself between his legs, leaning back against his chest and making a content noise in the back of your throat.

Running his hands down the coat that sheltered your arms, he quietly adored the snug way you fit between his legs, and he leaned down to kiss the bare skin between your neck and shoulder, which was just exposed next to the collar of his jacket. “Maybe there’s still a taste left?” he mused, his voice lower and far more sultry as he lifted his head from your shoulder and took your chin between his fingers. Turning your head to look at him, he pressed another eager kiss to your lips, marking one of many that would be shared not only for the rest of the night, but for countless days to come.

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