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speedypandaweasel · 4 years ago

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One Big Adventure - a Wilford Warfstache and Abe story (Non-Ship) (2,914 Words)

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PSA - THIS IS NOT A SHIP oke, let us begin...

Dazed images fog up the minds of two *very* hungover men as they stagger their way up to the apartment. Abe fumbles his way through the door and over strewn clothes. He continues on and manages to put together the kaleidoscope of scenery that is right in front of him. To his left, a saggy sofa sits and a cheap TV dangerously hangs off the stripping wallpaper by a thread. To his right, a grimy kitchen is on display which even the worst chef in the world wouldn't waste his time in. The other man, however, is blabbering away, slurring his words like a car on an icy motorway. "HA!, I tell *hick* you Abe, I'm so glad I remembered you, you see *hick*, I can't even remember where I put my-" Aaaand he's gone. His body moulds into the cushions that poorly support his droopy frame, and his scuffed platform boots dangle over the side. Abe smiles, slightly soberer than before. Who would have thought that this stock still of a man, whose only aesthetics were the colour beige and veterans, would somehow have a goofy, lighter side to him? All the criminals he's met and caught among the years...

Hold up, has he met anyone? He can't remember any experiences where he HAS met any, so why did he think that? Hm, must be the Tequila talking. Abe hopscotches over the empty Wine and Martini bottles that are decorated across the stained carpet. Damm, William has not been taking care of himself. Mind you, neither has he so he can't really say anything. He arrives into the walk-in kitchen and opens a dusty cupboard. His tired eyes only meet with shot and tumbler glasses.

How much does this Man drink!? Shuffling used plates and greasy cutlery out of the way, he fills a scotch glass with water. Dowsing the liquid felt like heaven. His exhausted physique felt like a body that's been stuck in the desert for a considerable amount of time and didn't know it needed water to survive. Oh, now he feels the headache coming on.

Reader, you know when water tastes funny? It's because your brain hasn't been receiving enough H20 because you've been drinking too many energy drinks. Yeah, that feeling is exactly what Abe is feeling right now. CONTINUING ON!

The scotch glass watches from the draining board whilst the Detective plays the quietest game of the floor is lava, whilst the moustached man is making much more noise. He manages to reach a corridor which he thinks leads towards the bedroom and tiptoes down the tight hall to find a vacant room. On the way, he passes another room. It was Barnum's. His mind was split in two, Does he go in? Or stay out? Through the crack in the door, the catastrophe has indeed spread into his sleeping quarters. A mountain of flamboyant disco clothes gathers dust in front of his Chester draws, the bed's not made and more liquor bottles are having a social gathering on top. Oh William, you may be a murderer, but you need to prioritise yourself. He takes a last look at his passed out flatmate down the hallway, before shutting the guest bedroom door. Grey. It's all he's met with. Much like his exterior. He slips his shoes off and starts to unbutton his off-white shirt. he runs a hand down his chest and over the scar. How the Hell did he survive that? He can't be bothered to go into it right now, he's too tired. He snuggles into bed and does the infamous cold bed dance.

You know the one.

Abe gets out of the tempting bed once more and walks back into the living room. He creeps over to William, the man's mouth catching flies. He carefully takes his enormous shoes off and places them on the floor. Barnum's mismatch socks disappear underneath the blanket. "Night William."

~ A gorgeous smell of Breakfast wanders its way through the apartment and Abe groggily wakes up. His eyes peel open and with a yawn, he trudges through to the living room. Remembering from earlier this morning, he needed to position himself for his dance routine around the non-existent floor. "What are you doing my main man?" Barnum brightly asks, a hearty chuckle accompanies the question. Resided in the pristine kitchen, his big, strong hand holds a Skillet and two China plates are centred on the pebble grey marble island. Abe, however, is currently squatting as though he was playing a game of leapfrog with some imaginary friends. The Detective goes to jump but then is taken back at the sight. The apartment is now spick and span, no more Wine Bottles, no more strewn clothes. The windows are tied wide open and it overlooks the sketchy neighbourhood that they reside in. "How did you do this?" "Do what?" "You know, clean up this quickly?" Barnum checks his watch. It's 7:30 am "Oh well you see, I ironed a nice pair of jeans and found a lovely dandelion coloured shirt. Accompanied by some rainbow braces I think I look quite dashing don't you think so?" "No William, I-I mean the Apartm-AAH!" Abe clings his hand over his head, damm this- "Headache is killing you?" William slides a glass of water over with an Aspirin pill. "And no, I didn't clean the apartment, she did." Wilford looks- wait, why are you looking at me!? "Anywho, we need to get going my slightly hungover companion! But first, breakfast!" Wilford sets a serving plate down of a full English Breakfast: Sausage, an Egg, two cooked Tomatoes, Bacon rashes, Baked Beans and a slice of Buttered Toast. Wow. He didn't know William could cook? The two men got stuck in right away and the TV is turned on. Two bright and very similar faces appear on the screen "Badgers the secret Killer?... And now for the weather, Jim?"

The camera pans to, what they believe, is Jim. Their face resembles a deer in headlights. "I swear, they don't know what they're doing. It's hilarious!" The Detective says with a mouthful of Toast. Barnum laughs, wipes his mouth with a napkin and takes a swig of his Orange juice. "Right! I mean, who is their boss anyway?!" The men eat and laugh their way through their plates talking about what topics they would cover if they were reporters. After a while, they both recline back into their bar stools and the cook starts to tidy up the dirty dishes. "Oh, no, let me do it. It's the least I can do." "You're alright my man, I've got this. Besides, you need to freshen up!" "But whe-'" "First door on your left"

They share a light chuckle. "Thanks Wilford, I really appreciated that," Abe says before going back down the hallway, whilst Wilford rolls his sleeves up and starts to clean the less-silver cutlery.

He smiles. That's the first time he's ever said that to him. "No problem Abe."

The passenger door slams shut on the Detective's Vintage SUV and Wiford pulls out a gigantic map from his pocket. This map includes hundreds of paths scrawled with crayons and a hint of Martini can be smelt.

"Are you sure, you know where you're going?" Abe questions. Judging by what that map reads, they are going to get lost very easily.

"Of course I know where I'm going! I am Wilford Motherloving Warftsache after all." A pang of guilt hits the Detective, he genuinely can't remember who he was.

"Ok, Wil, you can drive."

After playing at least 3 rounds of rock paper scissors, or when Wilford won, Abe hesitantly let the murderer drive. God knows where though.

Wilford excitedly thrust the keys into the ignition. He couldn't wait for what the day entailed!

"Careful Willford, you're gonna break the keys!" Abe says through gritted teeth.

"Oh pah-lease! I know how to drive" he retaliates. His brown boot floors the pedal and reverses straight into the iron fence.

"Yep, it's working."

The Detectives face, now pale, grips tighter onto his seatbelt and his feet are glued to the floor. "Wil, of course it's working. Now, step on the ga- nope, that's the brakes Wilford."

Pedestrians quiver in fear as they see a horribly driven brown vehicle screech to a stop and then start again. They have to clamp down on their ears as the monster of a car drives past them down the alleyway, swerving left and right much like the driver's speech the other night.

The SUV survives to the end of the road and dents a stop sign perched, well once, straight on the kerb.

"Will, which route are we taking?" Abe asks as he takes the map from the driver's hands.

"It's the one marked Highway of Life, it's gonna be a good one, trust you me."

"Well, this has got off to a surprising start so why not go for an adventure?" Abe says. He's given up at this point.

"LIFE IS A HIIIGHHWWAYY! I WWAAANNNA RRIIDDEE IIT ALLL NIIGGHTT LOOOOONNGG!" The two pop stars start belting out of the car as Wilford drives them to their last stop. Who would have thought that two polar opposites positions of the law would be in the same car together, let alone blasting Disney songs out of the car.

Wilford's hair whips away from his face as the SUV's top winds down.

"LIFE NEEDS A BIT OF MADNESS EH ABE?"

"HELL YEAH IT DOES"

The Afternoon sun blazes down onto their blacked-out sunglasses and the Golden Gate bridge paints a picture for the Detective that prescribes him with a carefree attitude.

Life was his to choose and he was here for it.

The SUV turns off the Highway onto Richmond Street. The Afternoon sun glowing dimmer.

Just in time.

Now reader, if you haven't read my WKM Tumblr Song series, then you won't understand this next section.

The SUV passes bountiful shrubberies and picket fences. Cherry Blossom dust drift its way into the car and Wilford starts to tear up.

"You ok Buddy?"

"Yeah, I'm ok." After all his years of interrogation, Abe knows that that answer was a lie. Yet, he didn't want to push it.

The car comes to a halt and is parked underneath a summer coated oak tree.

"Why'd we stop?"

"I want to show you something."

Abe opens the vintage door and steps out. In front of him, wildflowers and grass sway on the cliffs breeze and small pink flowers grow on its edge. Overhead, a sea glistens with sunlight rays and pink and amber hues dust the sky.

Man, this is enough to make a grown man cry.

The cars driver door can be heard shutting and a shadow walks up behind him. An intimate silence roots itself between the two men.

"You may be wondering why I brought you here."

Abe nods, still looking forward, yet intriguingly listening.

The man sighs, "I used to come here all the time as a young lad. We used to have picnics and dance until dawn. We were so free up here. Away from life, away from Duty, and she was away from Him, that was all that mattered. "

His voice breaks.

"But things change, people change and suddenly, I couldn't do that anymore.

That's why I want you to see it."

Wilford wanders over to their spot and picks up one of the pink flowers sprouting through the grass.

"You may have thought of us as the scum of the Earth Detective. But there are two sides to every story."

The Detective joins the Murderer and puts a hand on his shoulder.

Wilford chuckles. The last time he was here, he was completely and utterly alone. He was like- like a freshly born fawn still trying to find his legs into this world that didn't make sense.

But now...but now things are looking a little brighter.

"If there is anything I can do to make it up to you, just name it."

"You can't do anything really, it's just the way this messed up world works."

The two friends sit down in the grass, making fresh new imprints into the cliff edge, next to two fading ones.

"Can I ask you a question?"

"Sure" "How many people have I killed?"

...

That question lingers in the air for an uncomfortably long time. All that can be heard are the lapping of the waves below them and the occasional swallow talking in the trees.

...

"I don- don't know Wilford," Abe breaks the silence, "I should know, but I-I don't.

...

Abe looks at Wilford, his broken and tear-stained eyes manage to glance back before returning to look out at the sunset.

Abe must do something here. But what? He said himself that nothing can be done so what can he do?

He reminisces on the day they were reunited. So much anger, so much confusion. But Wil was so cheerful, not a care in the world!

Now look at him.

And it was all his fault. If only he didn't get involved...

A second flashes by and Abe does something he should have done the second Will did it.

He hugs Him.

...

"I'm sorry Will."

...

Moments cling on for seems like forever and the embrace is broken. The two tear-stained friends look up.

The afternoon sun has now gone beneath the horizon and is replaced with the all too familiar twilight scenery, which glows softly for miles and miles, each star a lantern that has been entrusted with keeping something special.

"There was another reason why I wanted to bring you here."

Wilford wipes his eyes with his sleeve. "Do you see that star, the big one?"

"Yeah" "That's the Evening Star. That Star is the reason why I have hope. And now I want to share that hope with you. I know we got off the wrong foot but since we're in the same boat now, I think it's time I opened up about where I've actually been."

Abe swallows, this man is truly broken, and he can't do anything about it.

"Thank you for trusting me." "We're not done yet. It's your turn!" "What?" "Make a wish." Cautiously, the Detective slowly stands up from his permanent grassy imprint and walks towards the cliff's edge. The man looks around and sees only patches of shrubbery and wildflowers.

And his newfound friend encouraging him to proceed.

He clasps his hands together and wishes hard. His eyes scrunch together as he becomes a child once more as well. His once tight shoulders have finally become relaxed. After so many years of searching for answers, he doesn't need to worry any more.

A single tear is swept away from the Murderers face as he watches on from the patch of grass. He remembers that feeling and the dream he wished for all those years ago. Yet now, his wish is slowly changing.

Granted, he can't remember who he was but bully does he know what he wants to be. And being here for him, at this very moment, is a wonderful way to start it.

Abe's hands fall to his side and he stares out onto the ever stretching view. His feet are glued to the spot and his mind is only fixated on that one goal. Wilford slowly joins his side, already having a hunch on what he dearly wants.

"What did you wish for?" The Murderer asks.

The Detective huckles, "Now if I told you, it wouldn't come true, would it?"

"Very true my friend."

Little did the men know that their newly found wishes were the same.

"Don't you mean, Best Friend?"

CRACK

The heartwarming moment is abruptly stopped by the sky blasting wide open and millions of sounds exploding across the cliff. The light breeze has rapidly sped up into a storm and is propelling thick gusts upon the two.

"WHAT THE BLOODY HELL NOW!?" Wilford yells at the hole, completely unfazed.

"YOU KNOW WHAT THIS IS!?" Abe yells at his Friend.

"OF COURSE I DO, IT'S TIME FOR WORK."

"WORK!? SINCE WHEN DO YOU HAVE A JOB!?"

"WE ALL HAVE A JOB - WE'RE ACTORS! I'LL EXPLAIN EVERYTHING IF WE DON'T GET SPLIT UP."

"IF WE DONT GET SPLIT UP!? WHERE ARE WE GOING!?" "I HAVE NO IDEA! BUT THAT'S THE FUN OF IT! AFTER THREE, WE WALK IN."

"ARE YOU CRAZY WE'RE GONNA FALL!"

"TRUST ME, WE WON'T."

Wilford grabs Abe's hand and he stares at him. Abe stares back, fear-stricken. Finally, he nods.

"TOGETHER?" "TOGETHER."

"ONE"

"TWO"

"THREE!!!!" The two Actors charge straight over the cliff and into the blinding light.

Wilford finds himself in some kind of leather chair with neon lights surrounding him. A script in one and his prop gun in his other.

No pants on, no wonder he feels too comfortable.

He scans his scene and sees his co-actor, Kathryn, running her lines on the other side of the room.

A chair sits opposite him and behind that, a red T-30 minutes until showtime sign is displayed for him.

Abe, however, isn't needed on set yet. His adventure hasn't begun.

But both of their characters will have to cross at one point or another, it's just a matter of time. Yet for a fact, no one can edit their Friendship; Their Joint Wish.

Because, as they say, Life is a road that you're travelling on, when there's one day here, and the next day gone.

#wilford warfstache #abe the detective #wkm #who killed markiplier #tumblr songs #markiplier #story #william j barnum #markiplier egos

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itsbuckysworld · 6 years ago

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HELLO SPRING DAY 9

Pairing: Bucky x reader basically. Category: College-ish!AU Warnings: SO FLUFFY! Word Count: 1.6K Guest Appearance: Steve, mentions of Sam, a lot of made up names.

Summary: Bucky will never forget his first kiss and his first crush. Specially not now.

Day 9: First Kiss/ Last Kiss , for my Spring Short Story Writing Event

His hands are sweaty, he’s ran them over his jeans what feels over a hundred times by now. He’d told Steve time and time again that they should have stayed home playing Doom, he even promised he’d tell Steve how he always beat him at Mario if they had just stayed home, being the nerds they were, but no. Steve was too excited to have been invited to Stephanie Johnson’s party and he refused to believe it was because Steve had definitely grown taller and leaner over the summer, lost the braces too, and now every girl seemed to have a slight crush on him. It was like he was the new kid all over again.

Stephanie’s house was nice, and way too big for such a crowd. Plus they weren’t even supposed to be there. Everything felt like out of those movies his older sister watched. Steve had abandoned him some time ago, when Lillian Clark had pulled on his hand to go to the back where the 8th grade basketball team was, and Bucky found himself copying a decorative plant.

It’s not like Bucky didn’t like parties, what he didn’t like were the crowds of people he didn’t know and had no idea how to even begin to talk to. There was a reason he was considered a nerd, and so far he liked that. Again his palms felt sweaty. Him being a nerd didn’t exempt him from having crushes and wanting this: maybe a semblance of popularity and a good social life. But his awkward stance, lack of involvement in athletics and chubbier cheeks didn’t exactly make a good combination for ‘king of the prom’. He was okay with that, he had his own interests and talents and skills that didn’t make him shine like a supernova in the hallways of school, but maybe some other places.

His hands were sweaty because he’d been beckoned over to a game of 7 minutes in heaven mixed with spin the bottle, and the whole scenario played like slow motion in his eyes, him taking the tentative steps to join the circle sat on the living room floor, almost directly in front of Y/N Y/L/N, better known as the girl of his 12 year old dreams and fantasies.

Rounds came and went, most of the girls exploding in giggles when Aaron Carter and Leonard McGuire got paired to go in the closet together, but Bucky wasn’t paying much attention, all his little boy eyes could focus on was Y/N. Her plaid skirt and cute half up-do, a hint of glitter on her cheeks, laugh bright like the sun. He wiped his palms on his jeans one last time before reaching out and spinning the bottle when his turn came around. He didn’t know what to wish for; for the bottle to land on Y/N or someone else so he’d be spared the embarrassment of having to talk to her or worse: her being his first kiss? She’d probably had tons of kisses by now, and he’d be so inexperienced in comparison!

Whatever, he didn’t get enough time to even decide what to wish for, when the bottle came to a stop right in front of her. Giggles, ooh’s and aah’s erupted, along with surely come sour comment about Y/N having to go to the closet with a nerd, but all Bucky saw was the pep in her walk as she got up and extended her hand for him to take as he got up and followed her to the closet.

He turned the light on, hearing the laughter on the other side that indicated people were right outside, keeping the door closed until the 7 minute mark, no more, no less.

He stuttered, where to even begin? Did he have anything in common with her? Maybe telling her he sat right behind her in both Chemistry and Math would sound too creppy, right? So he did the most rational thing: outstretched his hand for her to shake and introduce himself. “Hi. I-I’m Bucky” her giggle was out of this world cute, and her hand really soft in his. “I know. I’m Y/N” of course she knew. Y/N was nice, nicer than anyone he’d ever met in school – well Steve was nice too, but that was different. Y/N was nice and pretty and smelled good and always gave him a soft smile on her way to her seat in Chemistry and Math –

The silence ate up around 2 minutes of their time in the closet. Two minutes Bucky spent silently stressing over how red his cheeks must be and how he’s so far only introduced himself unnecessarily and complimented her outfit. Her skirt swished along with her as she took in her surroundings, clearly not wanting to continue this awkward encounter, he thought.

And then the silence was broken. By her. With a shocking question “A-are you... Do you want to kiss me?” all Bucky could do was nod stupidly, because of course words would betray him now. He wanted to kiss her, really really badly. Her smile was tender and sweet as she leaned in a little, closing her eyes and softly puckering her lips, awaiting for him to meet her in the middle.

It took him a total of 5 seconds to tell himself it was now or never, and then his blue eyes were closed and he pressed his lips to her incredibly supple ones, the array of butterflies that ate him whole, something he could never explain.

The peck lasted about 10 seconds, and separating from her was so nerve wracking, he doesn’t know how he didn’t begin shaking like an earthquake right then. “I’m sorry” he felt compelled to say “I’ve… I’ve never… Uh” Why was he outing himself like this? Setting himself up for mockery and embarrassment? “Me too” she said with a blush to her cheeks he knows he will never forget, as well as the shock of the revelation. He was her first kiss too? No way, he quickly decides she’s just trying to be nice. Right?

She’s his first and second and third and fourth kiss, if you’re counting, as they had 3 minutes left that were spent kissing every way two naive 12 year olds knew how to. Sweet, short pecks, with varying head angles and varying lengths, and a riskier one with mouths half open, initiated by her because she’d seen her older brother kiss his girlfriend like that once.

By the time the door was opened they were just standing there, mute and blushy, and the swarm of giggling teen girls took Y/N away from him like a lightning bolt, Bucky knew that the events of that night would be in his memories forever and ever. His crush on her only growing from that moment on.

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He’s snapped back from the shock-induced flashback when a body bumps into his in the middle of the frat house kitchen he was currently standing in. His mouth, that had dropped open in surprise at what his eyes were seeing, clamped back shut, the drink in his hand almost slipping and clattering to the floor.

My god, it was Y/N Y/L/N in the flesh.

Still fucking gorgeous, maybe even more so – impossible! Fucking impossible, yet so possible because it was right there in front of him – His biggest crush, his first kiss, the girl he pined after for years and years and years, even when she had moved towns and obviously switched schools in 8th grade, Bucky had promised himself that he would never love anyone like that – and proceeded to get himself his first girlfriend mid freshman year of high school despite still slightly crushing on the distant memory of Y/N. Steve always joked Y/N could have been his first girlfriend if he’d only had the balls to do something about it, to which Bucky agreed when it was too late –

“Bucky?” she said when she spotted him. “Bucky Barnes?” “Oh, god” He said, both faces splitting into laughter as her arms swung around his shoulders, enveloping him in a hug he returned, swaying back and forth with her. “Y/N it’s been… wow” “So long! You go to MIT too?” “Yeah, you go here!?” “I do! Art and design, sophomore year” she points to herself with the same red cup that is holding her drink. “Civil Engineering major, sophomore year!” each sentence brought in more and more shock. She was there all along? And he’d never seen her? Until a random party at Sam’s – Steve’s new addition to the gang which had always consisted of just him and Bucky – frat house? “What? Oh my god! It’s so nice to see you! You look great” And he did. Joining football and gaining some social skills did that to you. Also growing somewhat of a beard and keeping his hair just the right length. The truth was Bucky didn’t have trouble with girls anymore. “You too!” and god did she look amazing. The skirt, plaid like back then and almost out of his deepest dreams, with stockings and boots and a crop top, could she be anymore the girl of his dreams? “Steve is here too?” She looks around, probably remembering that the two are a package deal ever since diapers. “He’s… around, lost him long ago” he chuckles and some girl tugs at her arm from behind. She sends her away with a promise that ‘i’m going i’m going! Chill’ and turns back to him, giving him all her attention in the middle of the loud and crowded kitchen, making his heartbeat race. “Hey, tell him I said hi, and, here” she’s fishing the pocket of her skirt for her phone which prompts him to do the same. Oh god he’s going to have Y/N Y/L/N’s phone number? 12 year old him is s h a k i n g. “We have to meet and catch up” “Definitely” after contacts are exchanged, she’s pressing a loud kiss to his cheek as a goodbye and disappearing into the party, leaving him stunned into place, a goofy smile slowly growing on his face

God damn, it’s been 7 years and he’s right back to square one, back to being a twelve year old nerd, at a party, with sweaty palms at the thought that he’s definitely crushing on her once again, if he ever even stopped.

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feedback is greatly appreciated and encouraged!!

how cute is this reencounter?!?!?!? Also, let me know if you want to know her POV of this whole thing because I was thinking that’d be a nice little take for me to write, to see how much seeing Bucky Barnes again affects her. Hint: a lot, she wasn’t lying, he was her first kiss too.

#IBW: Hello Spring 2019 #ibwhellospringday9 #bucky barnes x reader #college!au #first kiss #fluff #bucky barnes fluff #fanfiction #au

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sabraeal · 5 years ago

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Often Go Awry, Part 2

Part 1

The other side of Best Laid Plans; takes place during Chapter 2; written for @puffdragongirl’s birthday! Finally we have both finished the ONLY TWO mitsuhide/torou fics in the tag

The thing is, she hadn’t meant to see Obi.

Torou took jobs where she could find them; for all her bluster about talent and skill, when rich men wanted things lifted, wanted things done -- well, they hired other men. Big guys, small guys, guys who looked like they’d cut off their own mother’s nose for some dill -- didn’t matter, as long as they had the right thing hanging between their legs. A girl only got jobs when seduction was the name of the game, when the way to what they wanted meant a man -- or a woman -- on their back.

She’s good at that too -- Torou’s not one to brag, but no mark’s ever turned her away when she’s knocked at their door -- but it’s not the way she likes to make her money. If she liked that sort of thing, she could make a much better living in the flower districts, being fed seedless grapes from the vine and sleeping on silk. But oh no, she doesn’t want that life. She likes a challenge, likes picking the impossible lock, running the impenetrable con, showing all those old relics just how smart a girl raised by the streets can be.

So when she’d been offered the grift, who was she to say no? As far as Torou had known, Obi was back down in Wistal, sunning himself on palace roofs, rubbing elbows with the rich and privileged. No one was more surprised than her to find the man shooing her off Wilant’s crenelations was her own dear, friend.

Though he hadn’t appreciated that distinction, not at all, frogmarching her to the nearest shadow and grilling her for what seemed like hours about her reason for traipsing so far upcountry. After all, it’s not like a little southern bird like her flew up here by accident.

She’d nearly told him the truth, too. It was a sweet grift, just the sort of thing they would have done in the old days. It was only when she caught the shine of his brooch, the fancy little swoop of the city guard glinting upon it, that she realized he hadn’t stolen that goofy square hat off some copper -- he was one.

A disappointment. He’d been one of the best.

She gave him her normal run-around, and that’s when all the best bits came out: him calling her a stalker, her asking where his Master was, and that delicious moment where his gaze has slipped, and she saw the red hair bobbing across the courtyard. The second prince’s little paramour.

Or at least that’d been her impression years ago.

“Fucked her yet?” she asks, because the man she knew would have. He’d have given that girl his most sly smile, whispered a few words, and the next time they saw him it’d be over her for one last go before dawn, telling them five more minutes before he came out, still buttoning up his pants. Gods, they’d fled more towns that way than she could care to remember, dodging guards and outraged fathers alike.

She’s never seen the anger more bare on his face. “Don’t talk about her.”

“Oh, that’s how it is then,” she drawls, making sure that he sees the way her gaze lingered. “You should go take a roll then. Do what I do, get out all that frustration. Looks like you’re walking around with a stick up your--”

“I’ll pass on the advice,” he tells her, fixing her with a look that gives her shivers, and not the nice kind. “Stay away from her.”

“I will, I will.” She holds up her hands, placating, as she slinks away. “I’m just saying...looks like it’s been a long time.”

For all her bluster, it’s not like she’s been rolling in it either.

She’d known it as she rode south, as she caught that glimpse of blue at the inn, but she hadn’t really felt the shape of it, not until right now, when she presses her lips to the big man’s and that place between her legs aches from the touch.

Gods, it’s been far, far too long. Everyone’s tongues are still politely in their own mouths, and even still she’s ready to rub up against him like a bitch in heat, begging to be taken.

This is what she gets for having standards.

At least, she normally does; ones she’s honed over a lifetime of disappointments and situations bad enough that she made windows where there weren’t any doors. The sort of fool-me-twice bullshit that would make old ladies and Obi cluck over her poor choices.

Not like he has any room to talk; she’d watched him try to walk off a chest wound, and that’s down toward the bottom of the list when it came to stupid shit he’s pulled.

Still, she’s no fool. She doesn’t sleep with cons -- after all, she lies enough for two people, and if anyone is walking away from an encounter with an extra wallet, it’ll be her; she doesn’t fuck above her pay grade -- nobles keep what they like, and Torou is not about to be a part of some man’s collection, thank you very much; and most important of all: she doesn’t waster her time on the uninitiated. She’s a busy woman, and the last thing she needs is to fumble around with a man who can’t find her cunt with a map, not when all she needs is a good fuck.

But here she is leaning into Tall, Blue, and Handsome, breath catching as he groans into her mouth, and she’s throwing all that out the window. He’s as good as admitted he’s never touched a woman, probably never even gotten as far as this, and if she were smart, that’d be all she needs to nip all this hot and heavy right in the but, but --

But one of those huge hands wraps around the back of her head, his whole palm cradling her as if she were no larger than a child, and oh, it’s so easy to open her mouth under his, letting his tongue flick shyly over her teeth, giving him a hint of what she tastes like. Big Man’s just the sort of home-grown, morally upright shepherd boy that screams he’s never been so much as kissed, but when his other hand slides down the curve of her back, stopping just above her ass before pulling her sharply to him, well -- she couldn’t tell for the life of her.

His cock presses eagerly into her thigh, so hard it bruises. She can only laugh, wriggling close, swallowing his groan, and oh -- she may have standards, but he’s exceeding all her expectations. His honor has him locked up tighter than Wistal’s vaults, and her hands itch to pick it. Impossible is where she does her best work, and if the noises he’s making are any indication, Big Man agrees.

Still, for all his eagerness, this giant would be content to kiss the whole night, not even lifting the hem of her dress or making a bid to ruin its collar. His hands are hot on her back, her neck, but the don’t stray anywhere she hasn’t offered, and -- well, she appreciates the change of pace, but that’s not what’s in the cards tonight, not if she’s dealing. And definitely not if he’s going to choke off those moans every time she brushes his cock.

She has one arm wrapped around his neck for balance -- he’s careful with her, but inexperience plus enthusiasm makes for a heady drink -- the other crushed to his chest, molded to the promising curve of muscle beneath the thick wool of his coat, and she snakes it down, brushing over the ridges of his stomach in a way that makes him hiss deliciously into her mouth.

He lets out a grunt, questioning, but she doesn’t stop, just keeps dragging fingers down until they hook on his laces, deftly unknotting his stays. Beneath her, he’s still, tense; his kissing taking on an uncertain rhythm. Still, he doesn’t stop her, and in no time at all she’s reaching into his trousers, grasping his shaft, and --

Huh.

She pulls away from him, meeting that question in his heavy-lidded gaze -- gods, how she’d like to lean back in, to feel his groan against her lips and under her hands -- and looks down.

Oh.

Her other hand drifts down, peeling the twill of his trouser away from his skin, really getting an eyeful, and --

“Is something wrong?” He’s so tense beneath her, like he’s tempted to make a break for it, full lap be damned. Torou lets out a huff of a laugh -- it’s cute, the shyness -- and she feels the way his thighs jump, nervous. She has to get a grip, otherwise this boy is going to have a complex for the rest of his life.

“You’re a big boy,” she manages, finally, not bothering to keep her admiration from her voice. “I thought you might be, but--” she lets out a low whistle-- “I didn’t expect proportional.”

His cheeks flush, a splotchy, vibrant red that makes him look like a girl slapped him on both sides. It’d be cute -- it’s been a long time since Torou hung around any man who could still blush -- if it didn’t look like his second thoughts were starting to have third and fourth ones. That’s exactly what she doesn’t need, Mister Moral Fiber starting to think about this.

Her hand slides over his chest, hooking around his neck and drawing him back to her. He yields to hers as they meet, letting loose a pained moan as her lips brush over his. She might not like inexperienced lovers, but she has to admit, there’s something nice about being able to make a man breathless with just a kiss.

Or, well, it might also be the way she’s still touching his cock, giving it a long, slow pump where it’s crushed between them.

“Don’t worry, Big Boy,” she purrs against his lips, “I don’t get intimidated easy.”

“Intimid--haah!” he yelps, hips lifting as she works him, breath hissing out between his teeth. She’d knew he’s be easy -- boys always were, and this is the first time he’s any hands but his own on his cock -- but she’s surprised at how that sends a rush of heat between her legs, how her cunt’s wet enough to make the urge to be filled into a need.

“Relax,” she soothes, so close she feels his throat bob against her lips. “I was gonna fuck you here, but this--” she squeezes, dragging a whine from him-- “is going to take a change of venue.”

“Aah?” he moans, brow rucked in confusion, and -- well, if that isn’t just how she likes her men: sex-stupid and horny.

She leaps to her feet, fingers tugging on his laces, urging him after her. He stands with somewhat less grace, so stiff and awkward she half suspects he’s never had to negotiate with a cock harder than half-mast. Her lips pull back into a grin. That’s fine enough; she’ll show him one way to deal with it, at least.

He hesitates when he’s on his feet, following her a single step before he stalls, like he doesn’t know what to do with himself now that there’s no blood left in him for his brain.

“C’mon,” she urges, tugging at him. “Don’t make me wait.”

He falters, taking another half-step before stuttering short, and she turns to him with a hard tug. “What--?”

Oh, there’s the problem. He’s trying to tuck that monster of his away.

“Uh-uh,” she clucks, taking his shaft in her hand and giving it a sensuous stroke. She’s pretty sure she sees his knees wobble, with that one. “That one stays out. He’s got a job to do. He’s got plans.”

“Plans?” Big Man squeaks, reaching for his trousers again. He frowns as she slaps his hands away. “I can’t -- I can’t just walk around with it out--”

“Why not?” She gives him her most innocent look, all wide eyes and batting lashes, but his mouth only thins, wary. Damn, Obi must have worn that one too many times. “It’s a waste to put him away.”

“Anyone could see--”

“Everyone’s asleep.” she tells him logically, hooking her fingers back through his laces. “Besides, it’s not like you have anything to hide, Handsome.”

He blushes, flustered, but she can tell he’s pleased beneath all that moral claptrap. The only thing a man likes more than being praised is having his cock getting the compliment. “That’s beside the point.”

“Come on, Big Boy.” She tugs at him, drawing him down the hall. “Which one is yours?”

“Um.” He stumbles behind her, his nerves making the air between them taut, tense. Like she could pluck one like a lute and have it snap. “The--the third door down. On the left.”

“Hmm. Hope you’re not sharing,” she hums, sending him a sly look over her shoulder. He takes it like an arrow to the chest. “Not that I’d mind. I know how to keep quiet, after all.” She dips in near him, running a finger down his breast. “Or the pretty boy could join in, if that’s what you like.”

“What? No! I’m -- I’m alone.” The last words come out stark, ponderous, as if he’s just realized their meaning. He stops dead at the door, and when she turns to face him, there’s something -- sad about his face. Lost, maybe. Melancholy, if she was given to poetry more than that. “This is -- this is a mistake. I really -- we really--”

She sashays up to him, all hips, and drags his mouth down to hers. Tall, Blue, and Handsome may talk a big game, but there’s no hesitation here, no matter what pretty little platitudes come out of his mouth.

“Oh, Big Boy,” she murmurs against his lips, hand searching for the knob. “You don’t even know my name--”

“It’s Torou.”

Her hand misses the door. That little shit.

“Obi told us, after Tanbarun. He also said not to--”

“Never mind that,” she snaps, palm finally clasping metal. She doesn’t need to know what warnings Obi might think his friends would need when it came to her.

“You don’t know me,” she continues, wrist twisting as the door opens behind her. Handsome’s dark eyes meeting hers with a sort of heat that makes her breath come short. “But I’ll be the best mistake you’ve ever made.”

The problem with Sir Studly is that he’s just so earnest.

“My name is Mitsuhide,” he tells her as she pulls him close, pulls him down so neither of them lose any ground.

She wants to say, I don’t really care, but he’s just the sort of boy that might pick up his toys and go home at that sort of talk. His cock presses hard into her belly, and oh, she really, really wants him to share.

“How about I call you sir?” she purrs, teasing at the clasps of his coat. They fall away like plucked petals, revealing the soft cotton beneath. His shirt’s half-damp with sweat, and that should repulse her, but instead she leans closer, wishing they could cut through all this excuse for banter and get to the good stuff already. Namely, what she’s stroking with her other hand.

He stares, blank. “Why would you do that?”

Torou’s jaw goes slack. Gods, the things Obi must have had to put up with, dealing with -- all this. No wonder Blondie never got anywhere.

“Never mind,” she mutters, shoving his coat to the ground before she leaps up, dragging his mouth back to her.

There, that’s better. She knows what to do with this, with the heat that coils in her belly as his tongue slides against hers, as his hands stroke down her spine and --

Stop. They stop. Or rather -- they don’t go any farther, kneading soothing circles into her back, smoothing away the tension she hadn’t even known she’d been carrying.

This doesn’t make any sense. He’s new at this, and he’s got to be eager, got to be dying at the thought of sinking that cock somewhere deeper than his own fist. Even so, he’s -- he’s gentle, kisses heated yet tender, hands not even wandering to the ties on her dress. He’s practically polite.

What a waste.

“Oh, fuck it,” she hisses, yanking her dress off over her head. It’s not sultry, not seductive, not her speed at all, but Sir Chastity over here apparently needs a gold-embossed invitation to lift her skirts, and she’s not patient enough to wait for the gussied-up pigeons to deliver that formal reply.

When she can see him again, finally, his jaw has dropped -- and, she’s pleased to note, his eyes have too. If she rolls her shoulders back, just the littlest bit, so that the girls are shown at their best angle -- well, a lady’s allowed a little vanity, now and again.

“Oh,” he murmurs, and --

And he licks his lips. Gods, she needs him in her already.

There’s something too soft in his gaze now, something too earnest, and before he can get out much more that a you -- she growls, “Don’t you dare say I’m beautiful.”

He blinks, but she’s already advancing, greedy hands rucking his shit up over his stomach, peeling it roughly over his head.

“Oh,” she breathes, fingers reaching out to touch. “Well then.”

She’d heard of men being chiseled, but honestly -- in all her experience, she’d never seen a one deserving of the name. At least, not until now, until this overgrown, up-jumped shepherd boy stands stupidly in his own rented room, every line of him limned in candlelight like he’s carved from marble itself. A body like this belongs on a temple statue, not a real, living, breathing person.

Not that you’ll catch her complaining.

Torou lays her hand flat against the ridges of his stomach, stroking over the fine hairs there. Oh, she is going to drink this tall glass of water down to its dregs.

Under her fingers, his skin quivers. “Are you sure--?”

“Shut up,” she sighs, seizing his hands, “and just touch me already.”

His hands are huge -- she really should have picked up on the theme earlier here, when it came to his...appendages -- and when she drags them to her, just one of his palms covers the whole of her breast. His pulse jumps against her fingers, and she’d be annoyed at his shyness if she just wasn’t floored at the realization. Sure, her cup’s never runneth over at that particular font, but the girls aren’t anything to sneeze at either. A good handful, at least.

“Huh,” she manages, finally, and the sound makes him jump, makes his hands squeeze, and, oh--

Well, that’s not bad at all.

Big Boy apparently agrees; he tries it again, purposeful this time, and -- hmm, if he hadn’t told her he’d never have lain with a woman, she wouldn’t have known from the way he palms her breast, the way he twists his wrist to cup it and rub a thumb over the nub of it.

She hisses, arching into him, and that’s all the encouragement he needs. His other hand drops, and she has hardly more than a moment to protest before it wraps around her waist, jerking her against him with more confidence than a man with his experience should have.

It’s embarrassing how wet it makes her. But she’s long beyond caring about what her body does and just rolls with it, shimmying her hips against his, grinning as he groans, as he flicks her nipple just on the other side of gentle. “Well now, Handsome, seems like--haah.”

She can’t think, not when his mouth hooks right behind her ear, tongue flicking right across the sensitive hollow between bones. Her knees jelly, just for a moment, but Big Man’s doesn’t have his knightly reputation for nothing. That hand on her back slides down, gripping her ass and lifting, like she’s nothing more than a child.

Oh my. He might not know what he’s doing, but Big Boy has some good instincts.

“That’s nice,” she gasps, sliding her palms up his chest, up his neck until his undercut tickles her skin. He likes it, from the encouraging noise he makes. “But there’s a better place for that mouth.”

His gaze flickers up to her as she nudges him, and the heat she sees in them makes her glad she’s not doing anything more complicated with her legs than clinging to his hips. What Blondie thought she was doing, letting this man walk away from her, Torou will never know.

He hitches her up, hand leaving her to wrap around her back, and his mouth lowers to replace it, licking a broad stripe over her nipple before he opens wide and --

Haah. She squirms against his mouth, whining. Big Boy has some moves.

He twitches; on any smaller of a man, it would be obvious against her thigh, but he’s got her so far up him that she only remembers cock when it swats her on the ass, as eager as a hound on a leash.

“Oh!” he gasps, jerking away, leaving the air tantalizingly cold against her breast. “I didn’t -- I’m sorry--”

“Don’t apologize.” She bends him back down to her, tongue teasing his lips. “I want it.”

She hadn’t though there was enough blood in a body to let him blush, not with a cock like his, but here he is, looking like he just ran the road between Wilant and Wistal in a night. “Ahh.”

“I want it in me,” she clarifies, dropping her voice to that sultry place that gets results. “All of it.”

His hand squeezes hard against her ass, and oh-- there’s the little Big Man, saying hello again. “Oh.”

“Get on the bed,” she tells him, and he’s so obedient he doesn’t even put her down, just lifts a knee and gets on, legs still wrapped around him and all.

“No.” She tries so hard, but a laugh slips out from her anyway. “I mean -- I need you to sit. Right up against the headboard there.”

His head swivels, brow drawn in confusion as he stares at it, uncomprehending. “The headboard?”

“Yes, and also--” she leans in, stealing another lingering kiss -- “those pants can’t stay.”

That, at least, seems to make sense to him. He doesn’t drop her, though, just unravels her legs from around him, setting her gently onto the mattress, like she’s a peach that might bruise if he lets gravity have its way. It’d annoy her, if she didn’t find it so sweet.

Big Man scrambles off the bed after that, kicking off his boots and letting fingers slide belt from buckle --

Until he sees her laying there, staring. Somehow, his cheeks redden, and he turns around, sending her a looks she’s tempted to call huffy as he makes quick work of his laces. Not that he had much left to do, with all the...help she’d given him.

Torou’s not one for shy partners, but there’s something about a man so big being so prudish that’s almost endearing. Instead of her usual prods and taunts, she just shakes her head, and sets herself to removing her own leggings, wondering if she should bother with trying to teach him how to use fingers to get her ready, or whether they’d just lose ground with that kind of fumbling --

Until his slips those woolen trousers down and reveals -- all that. Miles and miles of toned legs, meeting in an ass that it takes conscious effort not to touch. Later, later. She’ll get her hands on all of it soon enough.

He turns then, and oh -- oh, there is no time for any of that foreplay business, not when just seeing the sight of his cock is getting her wet. Hells, if they had more time than before he thinks better of it, she’d want to get that in her mouth too.

She shakes herself. Priorities, priorities. Between her mouth and her cunt, she knows which aches needs to be filled.

“Torou.” The sound of her name on his lips jars her, and it’s only them that she realizes he’s sitting up against the headboard, just like she asked, starting to look unsure of himself. “Do you need...help?”

She blinks, confused, until his gaze drops southwards and -- hells, she hadn’t even managed to get her leggings off.

“Hah, sorry,” she huffs out hooking her thumbs back around the band. “Got a little lost enjoying the view.”

That usually makes a man puff up in pride -- they all like to think they’re irresistible, and Torou sees no reason to pull the scales from their eyes when she only needs their cock -- but when she looks back at him, fully divested of her clothes, he’s --

Well, he’s all rounded in at the shoulders, looking -- thoughtful. Leave it to the knight of noble virtue here to think that taking a compliment makes him a sinner.

He opens his mouth -- doubtlessly to say something staunch and morally right -- but Torou leaps up next to him with a grin and swings a leg over him.

“Now here’s a good look for you, Handsome,” she purrs, knees squeezing his hips.

“O-oh?”

She likes that, likes the sound of him breathless. “Mm. Beneath me.”

His cheeks flush again, but his cock twitches again, right against her leg, right beneath her cunt, and oh, Torou’s had her fill of waiting. She lowers herself, just slightly, letting the head nestle her lips, and, ah, it’s been far, far too long since she’s done this. She bites her lip, nearly drawing blood trying not to hurry, to take him all at once and feel filled, feel complete --

Oh! He hands fly out, gripping the wood right next to where Big Boy’s thrown his head back, breathing steady, measured, and harsh. That first inch is a sharp reminder that evening fumbling foreplay is better than the little they did.

She should know better. This isn’t her first stallion, after all. Though Handsome is certainly in a class all his own, damn.

Knuckles white, she spreads her legs, letting gravity have its way with her. Inch by inch she slides down his cock, his chest still against hers, both their breaths shallow for two entirely different reasons.

His hands grip her hips, hard enough that she’ll be counting fingertips in the morning, but she hardly minds, not when each inch comes easier and easier because -- because she’s never seen a man writhe beneath her like this, never heard one cry out as if she’s killing him with every breath.

When she hits his thighs, she gives him a moment -- herself too; he’s more horse than human when it comes to what’s below the belt -- and then lifts herself again. The pace she picks is slow, torturous; taking him the first time was an experience, but every stroke after stokes the fire burning in her belly, and she’s determined to joy the feel of every inch. Big Man’s cock is a once-in-a-lifetime catch, and she’s not one to pass up opportunity.

It helps that she’s wetter than a pier post; she hardly gets this way for men -- given her druthers, she likes the feel of a cock in her, but they’re a silent bunch as a rule, only giving out a grunt or two as she lets them take her. Women are always much more satisfying on that front -- to be honest, on every front -- but with Tall, Loud, and Handsome --

Well, the feedback he’s giving her is definitely...welcome. And with each roll of her hips, she encourages more and more, until --

Until she realizes how close she is herself, her breath coming in shallow pants, her cunt tight as that taut sensation sits heavy between her legs, so close yet so far, fluttering out of reach before she can let it take her under.

Her brows draw tight, confused. This is -- this is taking far too long. Handsome might exceed expectations but -- he’s a man who has never had his cock held by anything but his own fist.

She looks up and -- and his eyes are clenched shut, teeth gritted in concentration. He’s fighting it, fighting her. He thinks he can wait her out with will alone.

It’d be sweet, if she wasn’t so desperate.

“What are you doing there, Big Boy?” she purrs, pressing herself closer, until her breasts are crushed against the hard planes of his chest, until each stroke makes her rub deliciously against him. “What’s got you thinking so hard?”

He shakes his head, but it’s no use -- this is just the sort of lock she likes to pick.

“Thinking about Blondie, huh?” she drawls, dragging her fingers along the wrinkles of his brow. “Thinking about how much time you wasted, not giving this to her?”

His breath catches, lips pulling tight around his teeth. Caught red-handed, just like she thought, not even denying it.

She can’t blame him; the thought of Blondie being in this bed is getting her excited too. The face of one of those porcelain dolls on top of a body tight with muscle, and breasts like those to boot? That pretty miss might have just as much experience as Handsome here, but noble girls always kept a few tricks up their sleeve. No worrying if Lady Disdain would fumble the fingering, that’s for sure.

“Just keep your eyes closed, Handsome,” she murmurs against his ear, earning a moan with a roll of her hips. “She might be tied up tighter than you, but those noble girls -- they wail.” His breath pants harshly against her neck, fingers digging into the flesh of her hips. Yeah, that’s not a bad thought for her either. “Don’t worry, I’ll make enough noise for you to think it’s --”

His hands grip hard, stilling her on his cock, and his eyes fly open, pinning her in place. “I’m not thinking about anyone who isn’t in this bed, Torou.”

There’s no clever quip waiting for that one, and what breath she has he steals, bucking into her so hard she sees stars. It’s not hard to keep her promise now, not when all she can do is hold on as he surges under her again and again, taking control even as he’s losing it, his head hitting her just so on every thrust to send her whole body tingling, bringing her closer to her precipice than a virgin like him has any right to.

When he comes, he drags her close, every part of her touching him, and it’s -- it’s too much, too intimate. Her nails dig sharply into his shoulders, holding him together as he breaks apart, and oh, how she had wish she had gone with him, could feel him like this while she lost herself too --

She bites down on his shoulder, hard enough to mark him. She can’t just -- she has to be reasonable, here. Can’t lose her head, otherwise she’ll end up like Obi, leashed up on a dog run between here and Wistal, torn between two masters.

Or at least a Master and a Mistress.

He pulls back, eyeing her with concern. “Did you--?”

“Oh no, Big Boy,” she laughs, lifting herself off him, both of them hissing at the slide of his against her. She’s still burning, still right on the edge, the sort of urgency that just won’t keep. “But don’t worry. I’m a big girl, I know how to take care of myself.”

Handsome’s brow furrows, mouth opened to ask, but Torou’s not good with words, she’s good with actions. She throws herself against the footboard, bracing herself with legs wide open so he gets the best view of her hand creeping down between them, of her barely brushing the bud there before she falls moaning into her own climax.

When she comes back to herself, he’s staring, jaw slack. “O-oh. I see. Take -- take care of yourself.” He licks his lips, and hells, he shouldn’t do that if he wants her to keep her hands to herself. “Sorry, I--”

“Don’t worry about it, Big Boy,” she laughs, tossing her head back. “The first ride‘s free. But next time you’ll have to earn your keep.”

“Next time?” He jolts upright, eyes wide. “I don’t -- this isn’t -- this was a mistake.”

It’s a surprise, how much that stings. “Didn’t I tell you, Handsome?” She winks. “I’ll be the best mistake you ever made.”

“No, I didn’t--” he shakes his head, like there’s too many thoughts in it at once-- “It’s not about you, it’s about me. I shouldn’t have...ah...taken advantage--”

“Let’s get one thing straight, Big Man,” she snaps, smile pulling tight. “No one takes advantage of me. I knew what I was getting into, taking that shine off a paragon of virtue.”

He opens his mouth, about to protest, but she doesn’t need to hear excuses.

“Besides.” This time her mouth obeys her, curling into a sultry smile. “You sounded like you were having a good enough time to me.”

His gaze flicks to hes, and there’s heat in it, more than some angel like him should have, and hells, if his dick isn’t already twitching, isn’t already straining to come back to attention--

“You aren’t human with a cock like that,” she breathes, eyeing it with a hunger she knows he can see, since it’s reflected right back at her. “Come over here, Handsome. Let’s get you a head start on earning that second ride.”

Good boys like him shouldn’t look as tempted as he is. “You don’t mean--?”

“Oh, I can’t take a cock like that twice in a night.” she laughs, palming it as he crawls over her, his weight delicious against her belly. “But trust me, Big Man, I know more than enough to get us there and back again.”

For the first time since she came to this godsforsaken place, Torou wakes up warm.

She’s sore too -- so much for not riding that cock twice; she’d climbed on it herself last night, somewhere in the wee hours of the morning, and rode him so hard they’ll both be walking with limps -- but there’s a steady source of heat at her back, soothing away the ache enough that she’s half tempted to try another go --

Until something bands tight around her waist, pulling her back into miles of muscle. Her eyes flicker down, and there it is, a faded olive arm over the copper of her skin. Oh no, no.

Torou doesn’t do things like this. Torou doesn’t stay.

She wriggles out from underneath his arm, ignoring the ache in her chest when he grunts at her absence. Oh hells, hells, she doesn’t need this, doesn’t need -- whatever he’s making her into.

Frantic, she gathers up her clothes, throwing them on her body with abandon, hardly caring if they’re the right way as long as they are on her, as long as she isn’t leaving anything behind.

This isn’t her, this isn’t her. She doesn’t want to be -- be this person.

She thinks.

Her breath pants out of her chest, panicked, and that’s when her eyes find the window, frosted over with morning’s rime. She can’t be here when he gets up, when he looks at her with those hound eyes, and the innocence in them turns to her and she --

She can’t be here. With a steeling breath, she throws open the window, and scrambles out, slamming it behind her. She hears him grunt, just before she shuts it, and for a moment she hesitates, wiping away the frost so she can peer back inside. He’s tangled up in the sheets, still asleep, his hand blindly flopping into the warm spot she’s left, and --

And she drops, letting the sting in her legs wake her up, letting it bring her back to reason. It wouldn’t be the first time she’s had to sneak out like this, not even close.

Ah, but it’s never been as dangerous as this. She grits her teeth, trudging out to the stable. She’s getting too soft, getting too much like Obi. She can’t be here when that man wakes up, can’t chance that he’ll try to stop her, because --

Because Handsome might be able to change who he is, but oh...Torou will never let a man like him change her.

#akagami no shirayukihime #snow white with the red hair #mitsuhide x torou #mitsutorou #my fic #ans #HERE IT IS #FINALLY #over a year from when I wrote part 1 #but now this pairing has TWO WHOLE SMUTS #someone is gonna ship this hard and stumble into the tag #and be like IT HAS SMUT TOO??#you're welcome future mitsutorou shipper

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westcoastbroadway1443 · 6 years ago

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Be More Notes: my very long ramblings on BMC as I finally listen to the whole thing

Ok! I’m finally doing it! Now that the cast album is out I’m going to really give all of Be More Chill a listen, try to put the things that annoy me about the show aside, and give it a fair chance. And have decided to do running commentary here for the nobody who gives a shit lol. Going in I wanna say I’ve heard 4 full songs and random bits of other songs from the original soundtrack. And I’ll be listening now to the OBC album plus watching a b**tlg, I’m not totally sure when it took place I just know Will Roland is in it so at the very least New York. Keep in mind whatever I think of this show, if I end up hating it, if you like it you’re right. My opinion in no way invalidated anybody else’s or is above anyone else’s in my eyes, frankly I don’t enjoy not liking things, it just means I don’t get to come to the party and that’s not fun. So I might be poking fun at the show sometimes but if this speaks to you, that is fucking awesome! Also I’m old now and I guess no longer the target audience for stuff like this.

Spoilers for those who haven’t watched the show and don’t want to know stage stuff because I’ll be commenting on that. This ended up being really long, eh.

More Than Survive -ok this song I’ve heard before, and it both turned me off the show and also made me respect the hell out of it, because much like I give a salute to Black Mirror having the balls to make pig sex their pilot, I salute a musical that starts with jerking off -So far like Roland a little more than the previous guy. From what I’ve gathered from clips, while that dude is hella talented and cute as a button I kind of buy Roland as a terrified, desperate, frustrated high school kid more -Man I really do dig the hell out of the score and there is no denying this is catchy but some of these lyrics are so cringe -WHY IS A TEEN IN 2019 REFERENCING JOE PESCI?! -Ok I love the idea of a short bully calling somebody “tall ass” -I do like Jeremy’s body language better in this one. Also does he vocally remind anyone else of Max from Goofy Movie? Maybe this song just reminds me of “After Today” for no reason. -“super pimp” “mac daddy game”....OK! I’m going to try not to list every time I cringe. I just have questions -You don’t want to be Clooney...high school child in 2019 is Clooney really your reference for cool? Sorry I just struggle with this stuff because I keep hearing how this show is so in touch with kids these days but I just see:

-lol Michael came on and people went apseshit in the audience. All my nitpicks aside I bet this room probably has some great energy. -..Michael the clerk at 7/11 doesn’t pour your slushie, it’s self serve. Are you trying to seem cool to Jeremy right now? -Aah the boyfriend backpacks. I know of this ship -Yeah Christine brings the flutes!!! I was a flute player, we never get love -HAHA when Christine is doing her weird ass dance, in the recording I’m watching somebody right in front of the person recording just went “I don’t get this show”. Like me too darlin, but you got 2 hours left so suck it up -Oh but sir, check the playbill. The story is indeed about you -in summation this song kind of encapsulates everything I feel about this show, good performances and catchy as fuck and musically interesting and a lot of me asking “why”.

Play Rehearsal -Well Christine is adorable -wow wait what? wtf was that weird self harm comment??? Are we just gonna skip that??? -Ok I was a band kid in HS so I guess I don’t get this level of extra. Band rehearsal is just tuning and then fucking around until somebody makes you play Bach -...is Christine ok??? -Ok I think at least for now I may hate her. But I like that Jeremy likes her, likes her passion and such. I approve of her conceptually! I just don’t wanna be around her -I thought play rehearsal was gay, Rich?! WHAT YOU DOIN AT PLAY REHEARSAL RICH?! -...I mean I’ve seen Romeo and Juliet as a zombie wasteland movie, I would watch Midsummer zombies

More Than Survive Reprise -”least I didn’t have a breakdown and have to go the nurse” Ok fair, I can relate to that high school experience -this set is kind of working for me, basic but fun and the floor is neat -I know high school bullies are a thing I guess? But I always just saw them in movies? Now Middle School bullies were legit and terrible and I got the shit kicked out of me, but by HS I feel like everybody was too into their own shit to care much about anyone else?? Maybe that was just my school -Will Roland’s body language is real good in this show

The Squip Song -Oh! Surprise Rich lisp. Creative way to show how this thing alters you -..ok now we know about Rich’s dick size. I mean hon your short, maybe your penis is just proportionate? -DO I DETECT SOME THEREMIN IN THIS ORCHESTRATION?! Gimme all the theremin! -Ok so the squip made him be an asshole? Does he secretly want to be buddies with Jeremy? -Ok what the fuck are the people in the background doing here?!? -I know people ship Michael and Jeremy but I feel like Rich kinda wants to jump that tall ass??

Two Player Game -Ok the little sign for the game that came up was cute -These guys are kinda cute, even if I wish they’d tone down Michael’s “I’M QUIRKY!! YOU GET IT?!?” shtick -That is accurate! Y’all will be cool in college and I don’t see that brought up often -This is the first time I’ve found the choreography fun -...why is this dad allergic to pants?? -ah. Depression=no pants. And now I get why Jeremy’s so desperate not to stay as he is. Well points for making it not just about the girl -awww Michael is his bae -bro I’ve heard Loser Geek Whatever, you’re tellin lies right now to your buddy -LOL! WTF IS THIS WINDOWS SCREENSAVER OF A VIDEO GAME?!? -oh wow dancin went off the rails here at the end

Squip Enters -Mountain Dew? Well, better than Surge I guess. -Ok the Ecto Cooler line legit made me laugh. And I guess I could come down on the show for making Michael psyched about a drink that came out before he was born, but I have a pretty intense Crystal Pepsi obsession and that shit came out when I was maybe 4? So I get it Michael, you go enjoy your liquid ghosts -well that squip thing doesn’t look fun -Oooooh Ok Keanu is like factory setting, alright I’ll accept this. Though I will say this show would be 35% better if he was dressed like Keanu from Bill and Ted

Be More Chill Prt 1 -Hey stop shitting on Jeremy. I think I kinda like him -wow Keanu, I didn’t think you’d be so mean -I mean everyone chanting “everything about you sucks” is just how peeps with anxiety feel constantly. Eminem shirt ain’t gonna fix that -”Jerry-me” ok Will Roland is kind of making this work for me. -Him repeating everything the squip said is a fun little sequence. Like I dig this conceptually, scifi musicals are rare and can be neat - Lol the hate who they hate thing is pretty accurate

Do You Wanna Ride? -hey Jeremy what about Christiiiiine

Be More Chill Part 2 -the beginning of this song broke me a little. Hey! I’m feelin a thing! -this song is pretty fun! It works! -though the cast of like 10 people that just keep putting on different wigs make it feel like a high school play or a starkid production

Sync Up -ok so now I know I’m watching previews? Because sync up isn’t here -I do think this song is a really good addition. I mean it’s not like a stand out fantastic song but it does a good job getting across the themes and drives home the whole “everybody has problems” thing too which I like -Ok..dairy line was weird.

A Guy I Could Kinda Be Into -Ok the weird girl fighting stuff about Jake is unpleasant and sort of unnecessary -a squip gives you a deep voice and the ability to kinda do accents. Cool -ooo this is catchy, this is gonna make the spotify playlist -the goofy background hearts are cute. I still don’t know why she’s into Jake or why she’s friends with Jeremy or if they should be together since legit the only thing she thinks they have in common is theater which he doesn’t care about..but this song is still cute -lol squips understand friend zone

Upgrade -DID THIS SHOW JUST KILL EMINEM?! -How did the squip know that?! Does Eminem have a squip?? I mean it kinda makes sense.. -Don’t you see Jerbear?! The key to popularity is in this girl’s vagina! Happy they cut the “I’ll tenderly guide you just take me inside you” thing, little creepy -Why did Jake make a kicking motion to illustrate cricket? I’m like 85% sure Jake doesn’t know what cricket is... -the “feel all the feels” like is a little goofy but I really like the rewrite for this song, showing some depth of character. Good job, show! And I’m seeing some chemistry between these two, but I don’t know if I’m meant to? -Oh no! The whole “you looked at me” thing from Brooke was so sweet and sad. And the player two thing. Yeah this OG version of this song can go fuck off, the rewrite is a really good tune. I’ll admit the original maybe built up the horror a little, the squip sounds more threatening coming in at the end but I like where there going making this about everyone and not just Jeremy

Loser Geek Whatever -Squip blocked Michael?? You’re a dick, Keanu Reeves -I didn’t love this song when I first heard the single but hearing the version on the album and the stripped down piano version, I really really like it. Gives me some of those old geek feels from back in the day -sort of surprise by how little is happening on stage though? I sort of assumed something was happening as the song built? But nope, just Will rocking his wee heart out -LOL! What is Squip’s new outfit???

Halloween -Ah, it’s this show Big Fun. This is a lot catchier than Big Fun though -I went to exactly one of these kinds of parties in HS, just replace Halloween with punks after a rock show and add a lot more drugs. I didn’t hide in a bathroom but I did hide next to the stairs until my mom came and got me. Memories!! You know what this show is succeeding I suppose, it’s making me have HS feels -...is Jake dressed as Thomas Jefferson? -Jenna you’re too cute for that costume. You should get to wear something sexy too! Unless you just dig clowns in which case enjoy yourself hon -Ooooooh Prince, I get it -this is not this show’s fault at all but I struggle with dancing in shows. I mean the title of my blog is The Girl Who Used to Hate Musicals because I did, and while I love them now extended dancing sequences still take me out of a show real fast. I know I’m in the minority here -...what the fuck is that weird fuzzy thing with the big teeth -Hot damn! Go Rich! Dancin fool

Do You Wanna Hang? -I don’t like any part of this plot line... -Ok! Didn’t realized she was dressed like a “sexy baby” so the diaper line sort of horrified me. I mean it still does! I just understand it now

Michael in the Bathroom -hey the bathtub! Ok I know enough to know what happens now -Jeremy why you gotta be so mean -I mean what is there to say, great song. I wondered if they’d change anything for the new recording and I dig the arrangement, especially the stripped down acoustic guitar and piano parts!! Also as a lady who maybe once or twice since discovering this song has gotten tipsy and sung it karaoke-like, appreciate the slower and the higher. It’s not a lot, just a bit, but makes it less of a struggle to match. Thanks bro!

A Guy That I’d Kinda Be Into (Reprise) -Finally! They’re both giant doofs but I see some connection! And I mean my roommate and I have noises we always make at each other like a call and response, so I gets it -He asked it! So proud. Rejected but proud of the boy, and rejected for good reasons

The Smartphone Hour -Heard part of this song before. Really like this Jenna more than original Jenna, her performance was a little much for me -This is one of those songs where I really do feel like I’m watching a HS original production..but a good one? Maybe cause I haven’t seen something like this on Broadway, but that’s a good thing. Always good to see new kinds of things on Broadway -lol what is the middle of this song?! I feel like I’m suddenly watching a cheer squad or like a John Waters inspired musical, which from what little I know of Joe Iconis I think he’d be cool with that comparison

The Pants Song -Jeremy don’t be mean to your dad! -Yipes is this the Break in a Glove or Dead Gay Son of BMC?? -....yeah it totally is -”Do you love him??” Has Jeremy’s dad finally given up on finding a girl in Jeremy’s room? -Ok ok I’m gettin the ship

The Pitiful Children -So squip just looks like this now, I thought maybe he was just being fancy for Halloween -Hot damn Jenna! Why were we savin that voice?! -I feel like I’m missing something with these weird hand motions the squip is always, do they actually mean something? -goosestepping...alright. Oh no Jeremy did the hand motions, I think that means a thing

The Play -Jeremy is being so creepy but he means well? I guess? -lol using the play to spread the squips is pretty clever -wtf red mountain dew? Really? You know what fuck it, discontinued drinks for the win. Maybe my saved bottles of Crystal Pepsi will stop an apocalypse one day! -Michael’s entrance was cute, and hey he just happens to have code red. I wish ecto cooler was what shut it off. -The glitching voice is crazy when Jeremy is fighting Michael and I love the way Jeremy is sort of bobbing up and down in fighting stance like a video game character, Fun touch -squip is making Jeremy go all Idle Hands! -I prefer the recording version of the guys making up, the whole “I just wanted to be liked” “I just wanted to be seen” thing -the squip has to be so extra even in death

Voices in My Head -hey lispy Rich is back! And bi now I guess? -Oh is that why people think Michael/Jeremy are a thing? The squip blocked Rich’s bi thoughts from him and it blocked Michael from Jeremy’s vision? I mean it would be an interesting story, I’d take it. -This might be my favorite song and I don’t really know why, I don’t super love that Jeremy still gets Christine in the end but I just love how this song sounds -I’ve never heard a character wearing pants get an applause? -improved lyrics in the Broadway version, and since it got more into the popular kids as people you can kinda see why they’d still stay friend with Jeremy -”I’ll throw you a rope home slice if you need some dope advice” like is this parody? What is this?? Well..still my fav song despite this line. A line they liked so much it’s the one original popular kid line they kept in the new version??? -don’t know if I see much future for these two, but Jeremy’s reaction to the kiss was cute -”Of the voices in my head the loudest one is mine” is my favorite line of the show -lol Rich’s little sneak hug. I feel like Rich always wanted to be friends with Jeremy? Or had a crush on him and that’s why his squip made him beat Jeremy up? Is this pairing a thing?

Final thoughts: This was so stupid long, nobody read this but that’s ok! It was fun to take notes anyway. Listening to it all, I liked it more than I thought I would, especially with the lyric changes. I don’t know if I would like it as much if it wasn’t Will Roland, the dude just really made this character likable when he could very easily not be. Some of the lines still bug me, there’s still a lot of cringe here but there’s also a lot of good stuff. This show introduced me to Joe Iconis and I’m slowly falling in love with him from his other work and CANNOT WAIT for Broadway Bounty Hunter because that sounds so like my jam. Overall I do get why people like this show, especially younger people because you can relate to the characters but maybe you want something a little peppier than DEH. I don’t think this is a soundtrack I’m going to ever listen to all the way through, but I’m for sure grabbing a handful of songs and sticking them on my musical play list. And when this thing goes on tour and ends up in LA, I think it would probably be worth checking out if I can, looks like a fun watch. Though with all the young fans and internet fans if they’re smart they’re gonna record this bitch.

#Be More Chill #BMC #joe iconis #Will Roland #musicals #musical review #jess babbles about a thing

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alpaca boy saves the day ―

member: im youngmin || mxm

genre: fluff

writing type: paragraph

word count: 3.5k

summary: you’re forced on a blind group date by your friend and you run into trouble || college!au ;; warning : minor assault (nothing too bad really)

a/n: so i dont really remember everything i write so im reALLLL sorry if they kinda bad lol

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It was morning and you were sluggish from staying up finishing assignments for your classes. You got up from your bed doing your usual morning routines so that you didn’t look like hell and looked into the mirror satisfied with your work. Before leaving your apartment, you grabbed all of your things you needed for today’s lectures and headed off for college, locking your door behind you. Since it was still morning, the weather was still cool to where it felt nice on your skin, but you frowned at the thought of it reaching high temperatures later in the day. You arrive at the bus stop, the bus getting there a couple minutes after you do. You recognize a couple of people already in the bus, but they weren’t really acquaintances of yours so you found a seat by yourself and listened to music on the ride there, looking through social media.

Time passes by and the bus stops near the college and you get up to get out of the bus and other college students that were in the bus did as well. Your earbuds were still playing music as you were walking towards the college, nearing the entrance when you felt someone jump on your back. You quickly turned your head to see your friend Yoojung and you pulled out one of your earbuds.

“Hi Y/N!!!” she said excitedly and jumped off of your back and started walking beside you. You smile to see your happy friend and pause your music, putting your phone and earbuds back into your bag.

“Hey Yoojung. Glad to see you’re still your happy self.” you say and nudge her a little. A voice calls for the two of you from a distance and you both turn to see your other friend Somi running towards you. “Y/N!! Yojung!! Wait for me!!” she yelled, huffing as she ran towards you guys and once she caught up with you, she bent down to catch her breath, holding onto Yoojung's shoulder. You and Yoojung greet the friend catching her breath and Yojung helps her up with her arm, the three of you heading off to the first class that you have together.

The lecture ends and you sigh, stretching your arms off, popping your back and a little bit of your fingers after sitting and writing for so long. “Y/N are you free tonight?” Somi asks you as you’re putting your stuff back in your bag. “Yeah.. Why?” You were suspicious of what Somi was gonna make you do this time because she always forced you along with her and the rest of the group to go places.

“Well I already tried asking other people, but they weren’t free, so I was wondering if you could come on this blind group date with us.” She said with a smile and making that same begging puppy face. You sighed and looked at her with a frown on your face. “Please please please!!!” she begged, clapping her hands together and bowing, waiting for your response. You just rolled your eyes and smacked her head lightly. “Fine.”

To be honest, you only agreed to these things to look over her in case she or any of your other friends were to get into any trouble. She quickly lifted her head up ignoring that you hit her and hugged you tightly saying, “Aah thank you!!”

“Who’s even going to this thing anyways?” you ask while waiting for Somi and Yoojung to gather their things too. “Some girls from the other class” Yoojung replied, pulling out a small mirror to check if her makeup still looked nice.

“Do you know any of the guys that are going?” Somi looked up at you and smirked a little. “Why? Are you actually interested in dating someone Y/N?” she teased and poked at your arm softly, giggling. You brush off her comment and roll your eyes again.

“Not at all. I’m just curious since you basically force me to go to these kinds of things.” you asserted being more concerned what kinds of guys were going to this group date. “Hmmmm well I think some of Donghyun’s friends are going. Oh! Some of Ong’s friends are coming too.” Somi responds finally getting all of her stuff together.

“Donghyun and Ong’s friends? Hmm. I don’t think I know all of them too well,” you thought to yourself, trying to figure out who all of their friends are.

“Are you sure all of them aren’t idiots? Especially being friends with Donghyun and Ong.” you say, your comment making both Somi and Yoojung laugh.

“Not all of them are like that! I’m pretty sure some of them are actually nice in a non-goofy way. I think.” Yoojung adds, ending up with a puzzled look on her face. She snaps her finger and points at you.

“There’s Im Youngmin!” You stood there looking confused and looked up trying to figure out who that is. “Im… Youngmin…?” you say slowly still trying to figure out who it was. Yoojung spun you around and got close to you, pointing to a dark red-haired boy standing in a small group of guys.

“That one. The one with the reddish hair.” she whispered discreetly pointing her finger. “Yah Y/N how do you not know who Youngmin is? He’s in your class” Somi said and you just shrugged. You didn’t pay that much attention to who was in your class, but as you look at the red haired boy, small memories of seeing him in the class start to come back to you.

“Ohhh… Don’t you guys call him an alpaca boy?” you say, laughing a little at the cute nickname. “Shhh!” Somi clamps her hand over your mouth. “You said that really loud you know!” All three of you glance over to where Youngmin was standing seeing if he heard what you said. Thankfully, he didn’t hear you and he seemed to look unbothered, continuing to talk to his group of friends. Even though you knew he didn’t hear you, you blush a little because you felt flustered.

“Woops. Let’s get out of here before we do anything else dumb” You say and hold onto Somi and Yoojung's hand, leading the way out of the classroom passing by Youngmin and his friends. You didn’t know, but Youngmin glanced at you as you left the classroom and smirked to himself. “Alpaca boy? Seriously...:” he thinks and continues with the conversation he was having.

“Hey aren’t those three going to the group date tonight?” one of the guys in the group says, tippy-toeing a bit to see the three of you leave the classroom. “They aren’t that bad looking.” the same guy says and smiles. “Don’t be a creep already. Keep that in you.” Donghyun says and smacks his arm. The group laughs at them and they all leave the classroom a couple minutes later to their next classes.

Later into the day after all of your classes:

You feel a pair of hands on your shoulders and you jump a little. “Pffft. Hi Y/N. Are you prepared for the group date?” It was Somi along with a couple more girls who you assume were also going to this group date. You got up and nodded at her with a small smile on your face.

“Yeah. Let’s go. Where’s Yoojung?” you say trying to find her in the group of people behind Somi. “She’s already outside waiting for us along with some other girls. We’re gonna meet the guys at the restaurant so hurry up!” she said tugging at your arm and linking hers with yours. You’re a bit hesitant about tonight because you don’t know if how things will end up, but you calm yourself by convincing yourself to try to have a good time.

You and the group of girls see the other group of guys waiting outside the restaurant and Somi calls out for them. “Hey guys! We’re here!” she yells and most of the guys turn around and check out the group of girls. You were relieved you brought some of your makeup in your bag so that you could freshen up a bit before coming and you started to study the group of guys, seeing who came. You could recognize some of Ong’s friends and Ong himself, of course being loud as usual.

You spot Im Youngmin standing next to Donghyun, easily seeing him stand out with his red hair. Not realizing you’ve been staring at him for a long time, he glances up and you meet eyes with him. Immediately flustered, you look away and follow Somi into the restaurant. This kind of restaurant had big rooms depending how many people were there and there were low tables and you would sit on pillows.

Everyone got inside the room they reserved, squeezing everyone together. Music was playing in the back and there was a big tv hanging on one side of the wall playing a sports channel. You look around to try to find Somi and Yoojung but they were talking to a guy already, smiling and laughing at whatever they were talking about. You seated yourself near the corner, looking around at everyone already warming up to each other.

“Hey y/n. You look like a loner already.” A voice said behind you. You turned around and looked up with a slightly annoyed face already recognizing the voice. “Shut up Donghyun. It’s not like I even wanted to be here” You said looking up at him and smacking his leg. He laughed and ruffled your hair, walking away to go sit down. You watch and see the familiar red hair boy again following him and then seeing him get slapped in the arm by Donghyun telling him to sit somewhere else. You laugh a little to yourself and looking away when he came towards your direction. He ends up sitting on the other side of the table, a couple seats away and you felt sort of relieved, yet disappointed.

Some other guy sits down next to you and strikes up a conversation, introducing himself and all that. The party goes on and everyone is drinking and eating food. You glance over to try to see how much Somi and Yoojung have drinken and checking if they were drunk or not. Ong was making the party real lively, making jokes and having everyone play games. The guy that was sitting next to you was still talking to you, mainly talking about himself, trying to show off to you. You weren’t really that interested in him but some of the stories he told were a bit funny so that kept you occupied.

The thing that was bothering you the most was that you always end up finding yourself looking at Youngmin, noticing little actions and behaviors, learning little bits about him. Every time you feel like he was about to look in your direction, you would look up and pretend you were watching the tv or you would look down to take a sip of your drink (which wasn’t alcohol because you wanted to stay sober in case Somi or Yoojung got drunk).

After the date goes on, you find yourself actually having fun, laughing at whatever dumb thing Ong would start up with his friends, occasionally having a little bit of alcohol to loosen up a bit. You find that you needed to use the restroom and you get up, walking out of the room to find a bathroom.

Youngmin purposely chose a seat that wasn’t too far or too close to where you were sitting, observing you as well. He notices throughout the time that you would also look at him and he thought that it was cute that you sneaked looks at him. Ever since he noticed you call him alpaca boy out loud, he’s been keeping an eye on you since. He observed your behavior, smiling at how you would always pull some of your hair behind your ear and how you would cover your mouth sometimes whenever you started laughing, appreciating the moments when you don’t cover it. He was drinking some of his beer when he noticed at the corner of his eye that you got up and left the room.

He looked around to see if anyone noticed if you left and even glanced at the guy that sat next to you to see if he even noticed. The guy was actually chatting up this other girl and Youngmin frowned at the fact that he switched girls so quickly. He waiting a little bit before getting up from his spot to leave the room as well.

“Youngmin where are you going?” one of the guys asked, looking up at him as he adjusted his clothing. “Bathroom.” quickly replying and left the rowdy room full of college students.

You were done using the toilet and was just touching yourself up with makeup before leaving the bathroom. You grabbed your phone out of your bag just to scroll through social media for a bit as you exited the bathroom, suddenly running into someone in front of you.

“Ah, I’m sorry-” You were cut off by the person you ran into. He seemed completely intoxicated, his clothes looking a bit rustled up as well. You knew exactly what kind of person you just run into and there were basically multiples of him, his other friends just as drunk as him.

“Hah? Little lady watch where you’re going!” he yelled and grabbed your wrist. “Hey this chick isn’t that bad looking.” One of the other guys beside him said, eyeing your whole body. You glared at him and looked at the person who grabbed your wrist.

“Can you please let me go?” You ask politely, yet sternly, keeping a dead stare into his. The man scoffs and looks at his other buddies. “You’re gonna have some fun with us little lady. Isn’t that right guys?” He said with a smirk, his friends agreeing with him and looking at you.

You felt really disgusted being looked at these people and you tried to figure out what you should do to escape the situation. Just before you were about to let out a shriek, you hear someone yell from behind them. They all turn around and you see Youngmin standing there with an angry look on his face. Your eyes widen a little seeing him and you look up at the drunkards who were harassing you.

“Let go of her. Now.” Youngmin said with a stern voice, looking dead serious. You saw that his fists were clenched tightly, seeing the muscles of his arm and hand tense up and the little veins that popped up.

He walked towards you guys and grabbed the wrist the drunk guy was holding and brought you close to him with his arms around you. You blushed a little at the swift action and looked up at him confused. You honestly thought that being hugged by him felt so nice. You could feel his warm arm around you and you could smell his cologne, the smell getting stronger as he brought him closer to you.

“Who the hell are you? We were just gonna have some fun with her until you came over here and ruined it!” the man yells, his face getting even more red than before from anger. “I’m her boyfriend. You obviously don’t know how to handle women properly.” Youngmin said, holding you tightly.

“Boyfriend??? What the hell is he saying?” you think, panicking in your mind, but you just go along with what was happening. You look to the side to see a worker of the restaurant comes and sees the commotion going on and separated the drunk men and the two of you, kicking out the men for causing a disturbance and apologizing to you and Youngmin.

After that commotion settled down, you sighed and ruffled your head a little bit. “Seriously… What was all of that commotion for… “ you said and leaned against the wall, closing your eyes. The event replayed in your mind, still feeling disgusted by the man that grabbed you and the other ones looking at your body.

“Hey, are you okay?” Youngmin says and scratches the back of his head looking a bit nervous. “Sorry for uh, grabbing you and saying that I was your boyfriend. I saw that you were getting harassed by them and I didn’t know what else to say.” He chuckled with a shy smile, looking at you. You stand up straight and brought your hands close together and started fiddling with them. “Oh, yeah. Thank you for helping me..” you say and start you blush when you remember him bringing you close to him.

There was an awkward silence for a couple of seconds until Youngmin said something. “Y/l/n/ y/n/, right?” You look up at the red haired boy and nod, smiling a little at the fact that he knew what your name was.

“I’m Im Youngmin. This was a weird first meeting, but it’s nice to meet you.” he said with a big smile, the corners of his eyes creasing a little bit. “Should we go back to the room?” he said and pointed down the hall with his thumb, looking at you for your response.

“Y-yeah. People might think something weird might’ve happened after been gone for so long.” you stutter and start to walk slowly. “They’re all probably distracted with whatever Ong or Hyunbin is doing. They’re both idiots but they really know how to grab attention.” Youngmin laughs a little and looks down at you.

“Pppft yeah. You’re right.” you laugh and look up to see him staring at you. This time he didn’t stop looking at you and you both blush, turning away once you got to the door of the room. You both could already hear Ong doing a loud announcer's voice and you rolled your eyes, opening the door. Luckily, everyone’s attention was fixated on Ong and you both sneak back onto your seats. Youngmin ends up sitting next to you and you both talk the night away.

The group date ends with a bunch of drunk people and others hanging onto others. It looks like Somi and Yoojung weren’t completely trashed and that they could handle getting home by themselves. You walk out of the building with Youngmin tagging beside you.

“So… y/n. Is it okay if I get your number?” Youngmin says shyly, trying to look you in the eyes again but keeps looking away. You could see under the street light that his face was a bit flushed and you smiled.

“Alright. Bring out your phone and I’ll type it in for you.” You say and watched as Youngmin grew a huge smile on his face and scrambled to pull his phone out. You receive a text from him to check if the number worked and you snuck a photo of him to use as his contact photo. He ends up doing the same, sneaking a picture to set it as your contact photo and smiles seeing that you look cute even under this street lamp lighting.

He waits with you until you grab a taxi home, his reasoning being “What if you end up getting involved with guys like that again? It’s dangerous to stay alone y’know.” You end up talking even more before your taxi arrived and you felt a little sad that it arrived so early. Youngmin waves to you as you get into the car, smiling and pointing at his phone signaling that he would text you. You nod and give him a final wave goodbye and the taxi drives away from the restaurant, dropping you off at home where you collapsed onto your bed being exhausted from this whole day. But being exhausted didn’t stop you from not texting Youngmin all night, exchanging funny stories and learning more about each other.

Somi texted you asking if you actually hooked up with anyone at the group date and you tell her everything that happened with Youngmin, causing her to spam you with super happy texts and congratulating you. The next day when you get to the college, you see Youngmin standing near the entrance looking around and his face brightens up when he finally sees you. He waves and waits for you to catch up to him.

“Youngmin? Why are you waiting for me at the entrance?” You ask while you both start to walk inside and towards the lecture that you have together.

“You favorite alpaca boy just wanted to see their new favorite person.” He said and ended up covering his face in embarrassment, his cheeks and ears flushing red. You burst out laughing and you start blushing as well at his comment. Somi and Yoojung were watching from afar, basically becoming you and Youngmin’s #1 fans and teased you about him in the group chat that you guys were in. Eventually, Youngmin gathers the courage to ask you out, doing what he called was his alpaca dance, ending it with heart, trying not to collapse in embarrassment. You clapped at his little performance and kept calling him cute, running up to him and hugging him accepting his confession. You become a happy couple, going on dates often and texting nonstop, the two of you embracing every single thing about each other.

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