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baby twst headcanons

happy mothers day, have some disorganized tiny shenanigans feat. the twst women warnings: ch7 spoilers for draconia family members, siblings lying for fun (borderline malicious behaviour), foul language, and maybe a teensybitoftraumaoopsies

Riddle

if he could, he'd be an outside kid with tons of bug friends

secretly kept a caterpillar pet in a lil terrarium jar until it could fly on its own

he found it while it was raining outside and wanted to help it grow :(

my guy was a sickly victorian child

rarely would three months go by without riddle falling ill

he has dyslexia. without the pressure of having to get everything right on the first try, riddle can kinda enjoy reading now because he gets to learn new words and concepts at his own pace

deep in the corner of his room sits a journal with only half if it filled out. most of the entries start like 'i read a new book today' immediately followed by something like 'i do not understand life'

he actually can't bear to read the contents of the more recent diaries, but he equally can't bear to throw them away (not until he can send his younger self a letter that it will all be okay)

his only connection to other people his age were trey and che'nya

and on the occasions where trey was absent che'nya would 'teach riddle about the queendom of roses'

most of the time he fed him lies and riddle believed him

and most of the time riddle would yell at che'nya for being confusing and not clear enough

you can't just tell him that the hat man haunts him at night then reply with "what hat man?" when riddle asks for clarification

like !!! the hat man you just told him about !! (which gets him a reply of "who told you about?" damn you che'nya)

his favourite childhood memory was going out with them to get matching pins together

he still wears his little crown pin today!!

cats would frequently perch on his windowsill and riddle likes to watch them lounge in the sun and wonder what cats think about

(che'nya claims to know but riddle has never seen the beastman talk to a single cat)

but kitty-speak was riddle's first learned animal linguistic. he would practice by talking to the regular cat by the window

it stopped showing up for a while and then came back with four kittens and riddle smuggled them for a good... three anxiety-riddled hours before telling the cat their babies will be well taken care of with che'nya instead

riddle may had to give up those kittens that day but owning a pet cat will be in his future soon. #manifest

Trey

it was a massive game of follow the leader in the clover household

when mama clover was carrying flour over to the patisserie, you'll see the mini clovers carrying small bowls and utensils to help

easy bake oven user

but he was ass at it

legend says his unique magic manifested at age 10 when it was mommas birthday and he baked a really shitty cookie, so he prayed to the queen that his mum would think it tasted nice and it did :D

his siblings took a bite out of the rest of the batch and wretched very dramatically

had his hands full trying to convince che'nya to not eat the glass he found on the sidewalk because it 'looks crunchy'

in fact, whenever talking to adults, trey never refers to che'nya by his nickname but his entire full name. he just wants you to know!! also che'nya is a nickname for friends and family >:(

trey's room has always been free reign for his other siblings, they treat it like a common room

why? mostly because they don't have permission to do anything fun without supervision but big brother trey can to be their supervision :)) right :)))

the clover household is no longer shocked by che'nyas abrupt presence in their house. he seems to favour a certain corner of the house and most of the material on trey's bed

theres usually an extra set of utensils by their table in case che'nya appears. there used to be two extra sets but.. you know🫠

his siblings started a game of hiding as many rubber ducks in trey's room without him noticing

but after they permanently clogged the pipes of the toilet with their duckies, they switched to ugly stickers all over trey's bicycle

howEVER, it happens to be their bicycle now because trey outgrew it and had to get a new one. have fun cleaning the stickers :D

unofficial designated seats at the table and in the family car. real fights have broken out over the siblings because of these spots

still fears basketballs to this day because his brother threw one and trey happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time and he woke up with the wrong accent. oh, and a concussion

Cater

all brands but barbie was ruined for caycay

his sisters used him as a mannequin to practice makeup

he had extremely elaborate revenge plans to pin them on the other sister but would get his ass whooped if he was caught

of course, that never stopped him from being extremely crafty to get out of trouble :)

referring to himself in third person cutely was a learned behaviour for survival™

it never worked in his household but it surely worked with other kids his age

collecting pity points but at what cost

had a girlfriend on club penguin for two months and got publicly dumped on club penguin

banned from club penguin because he wouldnt leave her alone and she reported him

sold off his sisters rainbow looms

those kids that are cognitively gifted such as he thought the people in the tv were trapped in there and then asked his mom if they were also in a tv and trapped

whenever dad worked in the office, cater would sit in the big boss chair and 'help', which meant that he was sorting coins and bills based off colour

he also told his dad to wash the money because it looked dirty on the corners

whenever he and his sisters played together, they'd tried to open the compartments of their toys and cater had so much fun with the screwdriver and taking stuff apart

also owned a joint notebook with his sisters. there would be things like poems, drawings, and the hair of ruined barbie dolls taped inside

cater has his own journal though, and he composes very emo poems in there. all written in glitter gel pen. cater would later look back on these and cringe but the more you read, the more you kinda get into it. it is a tad bit profound... for an eight year old, that is

Ace

demented ass doll player

his version of fun was making his dolls de-limb each other and throw them into a big pit to summon his darth vador figurine

whatever in-game ace is, that was his brother except he was significantly worse

my boy ace was the number 1 victim of big bro trappola

ate brown paint chips, which was 'chocolate' according to his brother

was locked inside the bathroom while his brother whispered bloody mary into the walls

sat through horror movies to prove he was a big boy and shit his pants when his brother recreated the jumpscares in the middle of the night

until he got a little older and started outsmarting him

now the trappola brothers team up to terrorize everyone else

its a competition for the brothers to compete over who can spoil the plot of which movie first

weaponized the slap bracelets

sucked milk out of plushies. no i will not elaborate

he's a jump rope champion! and it carries over to those skipper hoops as well

he does prefer the skipper hoops over the rope simply because there are um... ankle shattering consequences if you miss a jump, which meant it was perfect for sharing with the neighbourhood kids! gotta keep those stakes high, ya know?

tried to do a lot of magic tricks to impress papa trappola

made his brother take him to the amusement park and big bro got MAD tips because everyone thought ace was so cute, and quote unquote 'an angel'

like NO HES NOT???? if only big brother trappola knew ace picked up his charisma from him😭

Deuce

grew up with 80s movies, he thinks every that happens in those movies are true stories

he was always presented with old gadgets to 'fix' so its now something he can do pretty well; restoring old devices

the kids his age thought he was like wayyy too old fashioned, like born in the wrong generation

bike kid. if he wasnt inside he was on wheels

he kept a barbie doll in his bike basket and always made sure she wore her helmet (she was the bike guard)

slept with eggs and held them in his hands hoping to hatch a baby chick

thinks teachers live at the school

super sweet child. he's the first at the other kids' side if they got hurt

at the same time he is the biter kid. especially on fathers day

loves reading stories with grandma. whenever she came over, he would bring her a book

he'd also stick around the kitchen and try to see what she was doing. he thought that maybe he could learn to cook a few things by himself so they had more time together

in times like these he would be internally angry at his father because?? grandma is always working, mum is always working, fuck that guy specifically.

easter is his favourite holiday. his family have a tradition of egg painting and deuce used to hide caramel candies in them because grandma liked them

best helper kid around. will hold the dustpans and stuff while Dilah was sweeping

knew the names of all the trucks his mum drove and also a lot of the mechanical part names

had a habit of accidentally breaking things like clocks so he learned quickly how to fix them back up

his grandma takes him shopping for stamps so deuce can send mail to his house, addressed to his mum

Leona

parkour child

bounced all around the palace, climbing the trees outside and everything. gotta keep those claws sharp

before his father fell ill, the kingscholar family used to have lil picnics with Kifaji outside

without fail, leona would always find the highest seat or a nice sun rock to rest upon

unconsciously, even now, leona finds immense comfort in sun rocks

followed his brother around everywhere

when he couldn't catch up, Falena would give him piggy back rides while he was going about his day

asked him many questions bc hes curious about the world

would ask him difficult questions he already knew the answer to just to see Falena struggle lol

whenever tiny leona got tuckered out, his brother would carry him back to bed in lieu of the servants

leona insisted on sitting in the conference room with his dad to gain insight on how kingdom affairs were run

papa kingscholar agreed since it would be good exposure for them, and leona was the one who took notes, Falena would point out the participants at the table and quietly introduce them to leona

ruined the lives of people he played chess with. imagine being bested by a nine year old in chess. the shame.

after Falena got married, leona shifted his studies from maintaining amicable kingdom relationships to medicinal research and ancient curses

the palace staff thought it was out of malice, but leona wanted to focus more on the properties of magic now

(and also, well, based on the new target on his brother, his new sister-in-law, and his nephew, there can never be too many precautions..)

even when he was a tiny child he did whatever he fancied

his servants may have told him that tending to a servant's hair was below his stature but that only made him sneakier when making tiny braids in Kifaji's hair

git gud g

Ruggie

another crafty child

aye, when it depends on your survival, you learn to use those legs of yours to run like the wind

even worse he was a small ass child so he was hard to find

snuck into schools and pretended he could talk to ghosts and charged the kids a quarter to talk to a ghost for them

mental math god. from multiplication to geometry and time, ruggie knows the most efficient ways to get the job done, as well as a few backup plans

would sew up little felt dolls for his neighbourhood friends

left the house to do a bunch of odd jobs and picked up quite a few languages, which meant even more jobs all around, and now he has some pretty unique talents

like, he can preform acrobat tricks! and he can also paint a house upside down. oh, and he can travel quickly on one foot! (don't ask)

oh yeah, ruggie had a huge slime stand

he would make so much slime and sell it off and it made mad bucks but he also absolutely hated slime. what a good waste of detergent and glue, honestly... >:(

and people wanted them different colours and with charms and the like. at least it was a thriving market, but ruggie cannot stand the sight of slime ever since he retired from the slime scene

really liked rubiks cubes because it was like painting a little puzzle. also, when the children got bored of it, they would try to detach the squares and put them on the faces they desired

it was so funny to watch because they will use the oddest tools and tricks to dislodge the squares (like tying a shoelace around a square and trying to tug it off like you do with baby teeth)

ruggie also made lots of origami as seasonal decor :D his grandma really like the flowers and birds he would fashion

this IS canon but i want you to know that he would take the neighbourhood kids and rotate the group around houses in different costumes to get more halloween candy. everyone stan ruggie

Jack

he has younger siblings so his sense of justice was in his personality wayy back then

got to be an exemplar big bro for them💪

whenever they were playing castle, jack was always the princess because his sister wanted to be the heroic knight

if you asked jack, he would say that his sister only wanted to be the knight as an excuse to beat the shit out of his brother

wanted piercings but couldnt get them pierced so his sister gave him sticker earrings

they did not work nor stick very well but he loved him

let his siblings bite him, it seems to be their preferred mode of affection

sometimes they will wordlessly enter his room just to bite him and chill

often had playdates with vil when he was home

jack still doesn't quite know what the difference was between all these water brands vil was showing him but the spirit is there

oftentimes vil was alone in the house so the two played grown up and cooked by themselves

vil had told his dad that they were married because jack would come over and had sleepovers a lot

jack has a big green thumb. he wanted to plant a garden but he started with succulents first because they are notoriously hard to kill

by now he's ready to advance but every time he goes to get different plants, he comes back with more succulents haha

the plants under jack's care are happy enough to bloom flowers, and he gives them to his mama

if vil learned a spell, he would teach jack and vice versa. the BIGGEST supporters of each other. friendship is magic, guys

the first time they learned colour changing spells was an entire mess and vil was bawling in a panic by the end of it because they dyed Eric Venue's favourite couch bright blue and didn't know how to reverse it

jack wanted to call vil's dad to tell him but he ended up calling the wrong number and thought they were in trouble so he ended up bawling too

whenever vil wasn't in the class, no doubt jack is going to question his whereabouts

oddly, jack and neige have never interacted and only found out about vil being their mutual friend well into their teen years

Azul

like ruggie, was a master hider

unless he wants to be found, you will never find him

learned how to read earlier than kids his age because he wanted to prove he could spell big words to his mama

he may have cried a lot as a kid but do you know what that means? FREE black paint!! SUCK IT, PLEBS.

my boy was an astounding artiste, its why hes so creative with getting his way

azul is a visual learner, and always finished books a little slower because he REALLY analyzes all the pictures like downright dissects it

his grandma suggested art as a way to express himself while also making sense of the world around him

even though he thinks his old drawing of him and the twins is outdated in terms of his skill level now, he has a sentimental attachment to it and keeps it in his room always

trading trinkets was a common thing between the trio aka the twins would pop by

mama ashengrotto adored the twins bc they adored azul('s mom that is)

also inherited a beautiful singing voice from mama ashengrotto. he and his grandma would bond by playing the piano and singing. sometimes, they'd do a little show at his mom's restaurant

red hair was seen as very attractive in the coral sea and he very regrettably colour-magicked his hair

it was not the shade he wanted, but he was curious on what was, so with the many complex spells he learned at his age, he experimented with different lengths, colours, and styles until he restored it back to its original form

there remains one surviving picture of his red hair and it is kept in his stepdad's wallet (because its the only place azul wouldn't look!)

no azul is not aware pictures of his redhead era even exist

Jade

loved to weave necklaces and bracelets using shells and plants

gave a lot of necklaces made of sharks teeth to his family and azul because those are valued good luck charms!

it might also be because he loved to hunt sharks but he pretends thats not the reason :)

wandered off all the time and floyd always had to drag him back home before night

hes a curious boy, wanted to explore everything around him, especially the dangerous places

child leashes don't work in the sea but im sure mama and papa leech would have loved to have one anyway

was the main reason why he and his brother have separate rooms

too many petty "stop leaving your mess on my side (of the room)" and hissy fights had mama and papa leech mad

things definitely settled after they had separate rooms

sometimes if he got into trouble he would pretend he was floyd and sent his parents off to look for "jade"

highkey never worked but it never stopped him from trying

started a new method of using tears and his parents were more lenient with him after so he realized he can get away with things if he shed a few tears

he can cry on command and this is his primary weapon if scaring people off didnt work

will then pin it on the other party as if he didn't enable the fight

straight up told floyd lies growing up, that the pufferfish would crawl inside his ears when he sleeps, or that floyd was 'allergic' to seahorses, or that in order to get an angler mer to go away, floyd had to use bioluminescence

this carried over to land as well except jade didnt know whether his words were true or not he just straight up made things up

was also a very very sickly child. got ill extremely easily and is much more sensitive to temperature or water pressure changes

esp during pollen season? jade is gonna lose those lungs he just acquired from sneezing and coughing

Floyd

grade A hoarder

he sees something he likes? he's bringing it back home

unlike at NRC, the twins have separate rooms so the entire space is filled with a bunch of floyd's knickknacks (its why jade is always mad)

as soon as hes done playing with one he's found something else on his swims so his room is 80% things lying around

and when jade stole said knickknacks claiming it was his turn to play thats when floyd suddenly claimed that mermaid doll (that he highkey forgot existed) was his prized possession

back off jade thats his property😡

when he was younger, he loved looking and behaving exactly like jade, but as he got older he valued being his own person instead of an X2

is actually legitimately the older sibling by a few minutes and deliberately decides whether its his privilege or not whenever he can

but as soon as "because you're the oldest" is said he claims that none of them are older because they were born on the same day

to the outsider, it sounds like floyd is feeding jade a heap load of bs, but he likes gathering trivia and wording it so it *sounds* fake but really isnt

like that seahorses give birth via baby explosion

one exception to this rule is that floyd is constantly changing the story of how he met jade

one instance it was that they found each other, another was that some kid kept begging him for food and that later their mom said that was his sibling, other times, jade had allegedly died before floyd used his awesome magic to revive him

most of the time floyd tells jade that a whale shat him out and whatever came out of it looked so deformed and floyd thought jade was so soppy pathetic (in a cute way) so he brought him home

jade never tries to refute nor confirm any of these allegations but when the last story gets told he's always a little more passive aggressive with floyd that day

Kalim

sickly victorian child #2

its from all the poison attempts

and as a result he may or may not have tried mithraism so maybe its worse than we think😭

allergic as hell to bug bites too like someone please give them a electric racket

hide and seek is banned from the Asim household

at that point in his life, kalim had a good 6-7 siblings and letting them loose in a big household AND telling them to hide is a recipe for disaster

it was almost impossible for him to get in trouble too because no one was about to scold the heir of the house

workers of the Asim palace were absolutely not going to scold him and his parents had like fourteen other more rambunctious younger children

but don't be fooled, kalim is a very good seeker when it matters! he can spend hours focused on finding something important, so those hide and seek games were banned for a VERY good reason when kalim was out at night searching and didn't return the next morning (meaning he got childnapped)

oh, whats a little kidnapping but a minor setback? hes fine and in one piece, the doctor triple-checked! anyways, who's ready for another round of hide and seek??

every now and then, kalim falls victim to the good ole' midnight hour and kitchen scissors hair disaster. no, no one learns

the birds and random animals in the Asim park (that's right, his private park..) all have names and kalim visits them often to befriend them

he's learned around a total of eight languages and he will personally translate (with jamil as the scribe) his own books so he can teach his younger siblings

even remembers all their favourite hobbies, genres, activities, etc, etc

the Asim children all have one thing in common and that is their love for bubbles, but who doesn't?

kalim spends time in the nrc lab to create the perfect bubble solution with big, long lasting bubbles. trust.

remembers faces, names, and even birthdays very well. you can always bet on kalim to wish a servant or one of his tutors a happy birthday!

to kalim, having someone know your name and be happy to see you is very important! so he wants his loved ones, guests, and servants to feel appreciated, especially on their very special days :)

Jamil

has the immune system of god he has survived all of the flu seasons without catching it himself

he and kalim played in the bird houses often

taught the parrots a bunch of silly words and phrases

Najima taught one of the parrots to only refer to jamil as 'stinky'

he and Najima claim they look nothing alike even though kalim and everyone else insists its true

the two siblings fought over particular hairbands while sitting next to an entire selection of them💀

Najima loved to fight over things that jamil wanted first just for the victory

yeah, even in childhood jamil never got a break. as if the universe would give him that

we all heard the silly goofy story of jamil shuffling around under a vase thinking he was all sneaky and shit. he has many more stories like this

such as climbing in trees (he only got stuck twice!), wrapping himself in cloth and slithering on the ground (very conspicuous!!), again, draping himself in fabric and trying to blend in with the walls (with a 50% chance of success) etc, etc.

he is SO good at hiding and has so many secret spots around Asim palace, trust him.

Najima?? literally sent him a picture of curry for his birthday to celebrate. the two constantly send each other a bunch of pictures of random rocks, disfigured trash, and all sorts of unsavory things with the caption 'look its you'

while other servants were renovating Asim palace, they told the kids not to run around, because someone could crack their head if they fell off the ladder/the ladder fell on them

so, like the curious kids they were, jamil, Najima, kalim, and a few of his siblings camped around the construction zone waiting for someone's skull to break

its just morbid curiosity, they weren't wishing ill upon anyone

Vil

'don't carry me! i can walk by myself!' but in a way to convince his dad to pick him up

loved being carried around but would never admit to it

partook in many sweets as a kid even though he limits himself now

had a tradition with neige to make hot chocolate every thursday after school. in the warmer seasons, they switched to making their own fruit juice with the blender

from whole kiwis, to sweet potatoes, and ginger roots, it evolved to throwing random things in the machine to see what kind of funky juice would be made

our dear Eric Venue thinks this is so cute he has no problem with it as long as they dont waste food and clean up after. it would be a good habit to learn

plus vil looks so happy because he thinks operating a blender is such a grown up thing to do

1000% ate things he wasn't supposed to

the lipsmacker smelled so good though :(

when he failed a spelling bee and didnt want his papa to be disappointed in him the most logical thing in his seven year old mind was to eat the test

ripped it up and munch munched on the paper

and that had been his primary solution to bad grades until he was able to get in a good study technique (that, and his stomach rejecting the paper)

HORRENDOUS handwriting and it was because he tried to trick himself into being left-handed for a good portion of his life because the Beautiful Queen was left-handed >:(

also had trouble with enunciation from learning very big words. Eric can understand him but a bit of speech therapy and musical training helped

(if you're lucky, you'll still hear hints of it when vil's extremely sleepy)

often made friendship bracelets with, like, no one to give them to

traded a few with jack because vil taught him how to make them. jack thought that they would be a nice thing to give to the rest of his family, and made a few for vil in exchange

Rook

you think him crawling around on the dirt was a recent thing? hell no this was a learned childhood behaviour

he may not have had a bow back then but he had rocks and a will to play

and by will to play i mean he would pelt a lot of things with rocks

his old teachers had to placate him by teaching him how to skip stones on the lake for every one else's safety

only members of his own family were willing to play hide and seek with him

mostly because he is a terrifying seeker. you hide in the bushes and not two seconds later you hear those loud ass military grade boots stomping in your direction

ik no one wanted to play hide & seek with his ass. he only got worse after he developed his unique magic

helped paint his family's nails bc he had such a precise hand

its probably the nail polish fumes that made him this way. among 10 million other things

you know how kids would give each other cards and lolipops on valentines day?

well, on heart's day, rook would have drawn a picture of all his recipients and attach a cool leaf or flower to it

its very adorable and extremely thought out. his old recipients still think of him to this day (real)

rook had very nice penmanship even at a young age. he started by replicating his fathers handwriting and liked the flow of cursive and flair of a signature (rook has made a lot of personal signatures for himself)

had a wax stamp phase where he would dry out and collect a bunch of flowers and presses to make wax stamps

he still is crazy about wax stamps but now he can carve his OWN presses with his OWN knife 👍👍

made homemade twisttube videos at home with his siblings. they range from movie scene recreations, lip sync videos, or full on original scripts

be assured that the costumes, lighting, acting, and editing were rather top tier for their age, and it is because rook's family is exuberant like him (all cutie pies!!)

Epel

mud pie maker

he and the chickens in his village go wayyy back

didn't need animal linguistics to understand the clucks

uhh hey did anyone else have the experience of having pet chickens and then having them disappear and reappear on the dinner table??

im not saying it happened but im also not saying it didn't happen

he does brush his hair. the only reason he hates it when vil brushes his hair is that he feels like his scalp is getting scraped off

the only way to get epel to bathe was to use those three-in-ones because he would never sit still

those children that get dirty thirty minutes after you bathe them. sigh

overlined his lips with his ma's lipstick because ma used it to look nice before going to sell their produce, and epel wanted to help with sales this time. you can probably guess what happened after

the dislike for cosmetics is lifelong

(he did apologize by picking a handful of dandelions for his ma)

adrenaline junkie through and through. as soon as his legs were long enough to touch the pedal, he'd be operating the forklifts and in no way was it safe or responsible

fed the birds with seeds meant for their garden. they were hungry :(

fiddled around with the stray instruments on rainy days, now he can play in perfect harmony during celebrations with his relatives

epel has perfect pitch. destined for pomefiore all along <3

epel did not fear bees. he has potential for being a beekeeper but he didn't want to wear the bee suit

learned how to read and write very early in because he wanted to help out around the village. epel put checkmarks to confirm shipments and things

a bunch of his drawings are hung around the home

'helped' his grandma Marja knit by using the needle to stab the ball of yarn she needs to hand it to her

Idia

banning him from anything was impossible

locking your kids away from the cookie jar would work for anyone but idia. and not for the spiteful reason you think

makes him want to do it more because its interesting enough to stimulate his genius little brain

at that point he doesn't even want the cookie anymore

doing mental gymnastics to exploit loopholes. having a remote controlled airplane fetch him a cookie isn't going against his parents' word because technically he never touched the jar at all

which leads to extremely specific rules established in the shroud household

some notable ones include "severed limbs are only allowed in the staff freezers on halloween" and "no hacking the automated showers to chase down staff member C for thinking Premo are cuter than ortho"

his minecraft boyfriend broke up with him after they built their house together

it doesnt end there though, it never does. ortho took control of the pc to burn down the house and idia also got them banned. never underestimate the rage and revenge spirit of a child scorned

you know that thing about a devil and an angel on the shoulders? well, ortho was 90% the enabler for Bad Behaviour

and mostly because if idia was thinking of doing something, chances are, ortho was already doing said something

the S.T.Y.X staff often with the brothers were usually roped into playing video games and were happy to listen to whatever the boys felt like talking about

idia would bring new inventions to them and play a guessing game of what they think the function was

ortho stunk really bad at building things from scratch, but he was pretty good at memorizing the names of the parts to help idia

idia would ask the staff to take them to the observatory often. they would learn all about the constellations and idia liked to chart how they changed through the seasons

Ortho

his parents mostly had him because idia always got too creative when he was bored and thought having a new baby in the family would help idia fix up his behaviour, you know, be a good role model for ortho and all

... turns out, ortho would be pulling idia into all sorts of mischief. and worst of all, he ALWAYS GOT AWAY WITH IT.

he is tiny but mighty

lots of attitude in this little body

his favourite word was 'why'

him and idia had new nicknames for each other all the time

some of the time they were just kid things, most of the time they were a prize

whoever clears the extreme level with the highest score gets to make the other call him a nickname of their choosing

his received nicknames included such like "cosmic warrior", "lord of the shadow realm", and "the almighty" (when he beats idia's high score... after 5 losses in a row that is)

has no problem hacking the main S.T.Y.X system then blaming it on the employees for having weak security (some bs like 'im six and managed to break into the most secure network')

im sorry but i can't deny it. yes, ortho is an ipad kid and yes his ipad was disgusting

except ortho actually does listen to cyber security and he didn't have the passcode lock, he had the password lock, and it was changed every other week

(idia has accidentally locked the ipad on several occasions trying to guess the overly complicated password)

insane attachment in the sense that he will make up some bs reason (AND a forged research paper to further solidify it) on why he can't be separated from idia

if he were actually surrounded by children his age, just know ortho would've been the biter kid

weaponizes his cuteness just like jade but in a more ^^🌸 way

in these cases he will only refer to himself in third person because it pulls the most heartstrings

tugging on idias sleeves and telling him "ortho wants a cookie" had yielded better results for him than "i want a cookie"

and ortho is nothing if not a very smart boy

Malleus

fully believed that eating the seeds of watermelons would cause one to grow in your stomach

grandma Malificia found it too funny to correct him and to this day malleus still believes it

1/2 contributor to lilia's hairstyle. whenever lilia tried to make him take his bath he would spit fire

(until lilia let him play with the bubbles that was)

when he was a little kid and knew he was in trouble, he would hide in all sorts of places and pout

except he sucked at it. his hiding skill was between "if i dont see you, you cant see me", or his tail would be poking out behind the couches

usually the servants would turn the other way unless it was an emergency. because if malleus was found by anyone but the Queen or lilia, he'd have a toddler tantrum (he thinks they gave up on him)

spent most of his early days finding comfy nesting places or hunting for shiny things. there was nothing but Instinct in his little noggin until he could transform into a bi-pedal form

every day, without fail, he would get his horns stuck in something and throw a fit over it

testiest kid to ever test. when you tell mal he can't do something he'll do it bc he wants to understand why he can't do it

wanted to help grow the roses in his garden faster by summoning a thunderstorm that lasted three days and three nights

whatever tantrums you think malleus throws now are the most mild ones in his entire life

a younger malleus would summon entire hurricanes unknowingly and he would screech and babble in old fae tongue

a non-briar valley resident could easily mistake this for a demon summoning, but this is a normal tuesday in the palace

TRUST, malleus' temper is the tamest ever in the entire draconia lineage

the palace staff actually thank the witch of thorns for her mercy because this tantrum only burnt the entire east wing of the castle to the ground. the young prince is so tame !!

Lilia

straight out of a horror movie, this one

has the long dark hair and only wore long white dresses to really complete the look

loves walking around bare foot to connect with nature. that dress will be smeared with mud, fur, and berry juice (that were always red or purple tones, to everyones horror)

you all have lilia to thank for the inspiration to this horror trope

im talking wandering around in the dark, glowing magenta eyes, which appear red at times

sits SO still when its story time and the story is ancient curses and tomes

was also the kid that claimed they had a ghost friend and that his peers were being mean to "billy"

and no his family was probably the exact same way tbh

the fae are sturdy and lilia went without supervision for days

its quite a normal thing in his household

lilia would be fighting real ass ghosts in diapers and his mom would be cheering him on

the streaks are not from a goth phase but it was more of a 'the fruit juice in cranberries make really nice paint did you know??'

he also really loves tomato juice and it happens to be pretty too, so, why not?

it was originally red streaks but faded and he liked the pink better

one day he packed his bags and told his parents he was going to live in the afterglow savanna and his mom straight up joined him in packing

i like to believe that lilia did have edible food as a child but the army just ruined his tastebuds for Ever bc at that point, food was only a substance needed to live, it didn't have to be enjoyable

yeah, anyway it would be super funny if lilia's parents were good chefs, but lilia legit cannot tell the different between salt, flour, and white glitter

lilia was scooped up by Malificia mostly for his skill but it really turned out to be a glorified playdate for Meleanor

the princess was a mENACE and lilia could take her thunderbolts a bit better than the rest of her servants

(meaning that lilia was the only one that wouldn't be screaming bloody murder, he just would be hella mad and Meleanor thinks his audacity is funny)

Silver

lilias method of feeding him was waterboarding him with milk and that does not come without consequences

although lilia would go out often, its safe to say that silver was never really 'alone'

lilia would have a magical beacon on him at all times even if mal was babysitting, and he appreciates that the wildlife took a liking to silver

speaking of, silver had no concept of stranger danger no matter how much lilia told him so

every time malleus would come over silver would ask him to play murder mystery with his dolls

his first word was an attempt at malleus' name

they played together a lot it was really inevitable

helps worms and snails when it rains by helping them get under tree stumps or grass

played with axes & garden shears (thanks lilia)

2/2 contributor to lilia's hairstyle. and by that i mean he gave lilia a haircut with garden shears (that lilia fully encouraged so silver could 'build his repertoire of skills')

at this point lilias hair length was more of a liability since his sons loved to tug on it and one had a penchant for burning it

take your eyes off silver for one second and he's gone. he saw an ant, a bird, a cool statue, etc etc

loved all the fairytales lilia read him and always asked to be read the ones where true love reigned

him and malleus ran off together (more like mal whisked silver away) everywhere to play and explore

mal loved to show silver the most random things and he would always speak to him like a grown up

would often protest at the end of the day because he didn't want to part ways with him

their earlier conversations looked like mal was listening to silver say something profound even though all silver could do at the time was babble in toddler language with the occasional 'tar-tar' (no one knows what this is but malleus insists that silver is telling him he's hungry)

Sebek

beat the shit out of rocks with sticks

in the colder seasons, and and silver would find rocks or big ice pieces to smash on the ground

poor dude grew up confused as heck. lilia tells him lots of things, and he goes home and his parents tell him a different thing

complained about going to the dentist so much that now silver knows so much about the teeth structure of fae

his siblings love him so much, they're always doting on him and pinching his cheeks and that's why his smiles are so big and nice (real)

refused to eat anything on a fork. he hated the taste of metal

much preferred to use chopsticks. learned because he was a Big Boy now (he is one) and can help himself!!!!

unexplainable hatred for felt fabric. he used to melt all of his felt puppets in the water

him and silver dug a hole in lilia's backyard thinking they could make it to the shaftlands

they didn't make it to the shaftlands, but they dug too close to the river, so the hole filled up with water

and while silver panicked, sebek straight up burst into tears thinking the hole was going to drain the river

also burst into tears one halloween where lilia was dressed up and claimed he was the river spirit and didn't know anyone named sebek

ate a dog treat at some point but silver and malleus also joined him (not before malleus trolled sebek by saying he's going to turn into a dog now)

sebek was so distressed that he dragged malleus into it that he questioned his entire life because he loved playing with sticks. did he eat a dog treat earlier in his life???

when questioned, sebek told silver he didn't need to worry about the dog treat because he already drank milk like a puppy anyways (referencing the milk waterboarding, of course)

anyways, this incident ended in a stick-sword fight and malleus got a bonk on the head from lilia for his instigating

this is where sebek learned it btw. silver developed a thick skull because sebek is ALWAYS bonking him on the head for not knowing things he deems 'everyone should know'

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buckyalpine · 2 years ago

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always you’s angst only ending … feed us a tiny lil drabble of maybe bucky not stopping until he and bruce and maybe even shuri (cause bby’s the smartest) find a way to bring her back?

like he enters the portal, scoops up her body, and kisses her back to life. then throws her over his shoulder, locks her in his bedroom, and makes love to her for like a week straight.

“she’s barely been back for a month- AND SHE’S ALREADY PREGNANT?!”

- ur local angst slut who’s actually hella sensitive and cannot handle this shit, gossip girl 💋

Always you angst alternative ending

18+

Okay YES, if your a pure angst fiend, you may ignore this but I'm here to mend hearts from the sadness that was this fic.

Warnings: Angst, FLUFFFFFFF, Smuuuttttt, happy ending

5 years later

Bucky refused to accept you being gone. He tried to heal, going to therapy, grief counselling, medication, writing letters, everything under the fucking sun to help him come to terms with the fact that he’d never see you again.

It was impossible.

It ate him alive.

He was physically stronger, pouring all his time into the gym to find a way to numb the pain but he was more mentally fucked than ever.

It had been 5 years, nearly 6 and the raw pain he felt was still fresh. Every night, he'd wake up searching for you. He couldn't let go, holding onto the pieces you had left behind. He wrote to you as often as he could, keeping a locked diary of things he wanted to tell you, letters he knew no one would see but what else could he do when he wanted to talk to you so badly but you weren’t there.

That didn’t stop him from finding a way to pour his heart and soul somewhere.

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Happy Birthday babygirl, I wish I could wake you up with kisses today, tell you how special the world is with you in it, make you pancakes, feed you in bed because I know you’ll cuddle up in the sheets until noon. Buy you a pretty dress, take you out, maybe even go dancing, even if its just me and you and Steve’s playlist of songs from the 40′s. I’d hold you close to me all night until your feet were sore or until Tony told us to turn the cheesy music off.

I know he secretly ships us (Peter taught me that word)

If it were up to Stark, he’d throw you the biggest birthday party ever; that wouldn’t stop me from trying to sneak you away for some more birthday kisses. birthday cuddles. Birthday sex...is a new song Sam introduced me to.

I wanted to do so much with you today sweet girl. Show you how much I love you on your special day. I should have shown you before it was too late. I regret it every single day. I’d give anything for just another day, just so you’d know.

It was always you.

Steve brought you some flowers today, Sam brought some balloons. I hope you see them from wherever you are. It’s not the same without you here angel.

We miss you baby.

I miss you.

Till we meet again, JBB

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Hi Baby, I know it’s not a special occasion, I have no real reason to write today. I missed you though. I wanted to tell you about how I jumped out of a plane today and all I could think of is how much you would have laughed because I didn’t use a parachute. You’re laugh is the sweetest sound in the world and I’d give anything to hear it just one more time.

Sam recorded it all, you would have been the first person he showed the footage to. I’d probably ignore you both and then you’d probably tease me about being grumpy and I’d want a kiss to feel better. And a hug. Maybe some cuddles. Please?

Also you’d be proud of me today, Red Wing broke and it wasn’t my fault. Promise. I even apologized to Sam after but he doesn’t think I’m being sincere. And I’m not because red wing is a little shit. So is Sam.

I miss you sweets. I wish you were here. It hurts. Everything hurts.

I hope we meet again. I’ll never let you go.

Yours, JBB

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My y/n,

I’m sorry. I should have told you. I regret it everyday. I’ll never stop trying to find a way to get you back.

I love you,

JBB

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It’s been almost 6 years. It still hurts.

Till we meet again, JBB

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I can’t anymore. I need you back.

JBB

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There were some days where Bucky was able to focus, writing as much as he could, spilling all of his feelings onto the paper, a tiny part of him hoping that one day he’d be able to give you all his letters so you’d know you were all he could think of.

Then there were the days where sobs tore through his body, his breathing labored, only managing to scribble three words before crumbling into a dark abyss. Bucky wracked his brain every single day; if you were able to go back once, there had to be a way to get you back again. Bruce and Tony had spent countless hours in the lab trying to find a way to reopen the portal but nothing led to you.

*****

Bucky stared at his burner, pressing call and ending it before it could go through multiple times before finally letting it ring. There was only one other person he could turn to. He knew he wasn’t going to be immediately welcomed back into Wakanda but this wasn’t just about him. Everyone wanted you back. Nothing was the same without you there. If there was a 1% chance to get you back, he had to try. His chest felt tight as the jet landed in a secluded area having arranged a private meeting with Shuri, the one person he trusted with his life.

"I-I have a favor to ask" Bucky's eyes were already pleading with her, his heart racing as he approached her, ready to fall on his knees.

"Anything Sergeant Barnes" Shuri smiled, sensing he was there for something urgent, nodding for him to continue. There was zero hesitation as she immediately agreed to come back with him to try and get you back, bringing her own lab equipment with her so she could work with Bruce. After filtering through a number of timelines and timestamps, she’d managed to pinpoint the portal to find you but it wasn’t without its consequences.

“You understand you may not return” Shuri whispered as Bucky threw on his tactical gear, insisting on getting you all on his own while rest of the team watched in pin drop silence, reluctantly letting him go alone “And y/n...we can get her back but there's a chance she may not...”

She squeezed his hand before he stepped onto the platform, not wanting to finish the sentence but he already understood. He knew it was possible he’d find you again but it didn’t mean he’d find you alive.

“Then at least I get to say goodbye” He gave her a strained smile; he had to bring you home one way or another. If this was how he had to go, he would run happily to his death; he’d be at peace knowing he died trying to find you. With the push of a button, he was instantly thrown into a warp, transported to where you had last been with Nat. Everything came to a halt as he found himself at an abandoned hydra base, the cold nipping his skin. Bucky blinked, his vision focusing on the fuzzy figure laying on the ground, his feet moving before he could process anything.

There was no one else around.

It was you.

His doll.

His y/n.

He sprinted to you, tears clouding his vision as he approached you, dropping to his knees, both fear and hope fighting for dominance. He found you. You were there. But would he ever actually get you back? Were you even breathing?

“Y/n?” Bucky cradled you to him, scooping you in his arms and chasing the portal that had already began to close. He held your face to his neck, his metal hand protecting your head, holding you securely against his body as you both fleshed back to the present.

The team gasped as he appeared on the platform again with you safely tucked in his arms. They didn’t dare move, everyone holding their breaths while Bucky laid you down with you still in his arms, his hand softly stroking your cheek.

“Y/n? Doll?” His heart was beating erratically, your skin was warm, a glimmer of hope burning stronger as he gently shook you, pressing his cool metal hand against your face. “Please”

“C’mon doll, come back to me baby, I have so much I need to tell you” He pleaded, his warm breath fanning against your face, tears brimming his eyes. Tony and Steve itched to whisk you off to the medbay while Sam silently shook his head, wanting to give Bucky an extra minute, hoping you’d be able to wake up in the super soldiers arms where you belonged.

“Baby, wake up sweets” Bucky couldn't help himself, pressing his lips softly to your forehead, trailing feather light kisses down your face while cuddling you. “C’mon I l-love you” His voice cracked, his lips finally pressing against yours. They were still soft, warm, you had to wake up, you had to-

Your lips stirred, your eyes cracking open, taking your first breath as your eyes focused on Bucky.

“Sweetheart?” Bucky's eyes grew wide, unsure if he was dreaming or not, scrambling to hug you closer, cupping your face gently.

“Bucky?” Your voice was a raspy whisper, leaning into his touch, feeling his tears fall onto your skin as he pulled you into his chest.

“My doll” He let out a soft sob, cradling your head as you buried your face into his neck, moved to cling onto him, the last thing you remembered was darkness and now you were in his arms again surrounded by his warmth, his scent. Everyone stayed rooted in place, tears falling freely, dying to grab you, hug you, hold you again but they were not about to separate the two of you, not after how badly Bucky had yearned to get you back.

“Bucky” You wept, your mind still piecing together how you were back but it didn’t matter, not when he was holding you again.

“Hi baby” He whispered against your hair, wiping your tears with his thumb, cupping your face, kissing you all over before capturing your lips again, relishing in your touch, feeling your fingers card through his short locks. You lost yourselves in each other, the rest of the world no longer existing.

“Okay white wolf, When do we get to say hi to our girl” Sam snorted, sniffling seeing you tucked in Bucky’s arms, the brunettes lips curved into a smile for the first time since you’d been gone. Bucky loosened his hold around you, helping you to your feet, giving you one more kiss before letting go.

“Come here” Steve scooped you up immediately after, struggling not to squeeze you tight, “We missed you sweet heart, so much”

“Hasn’t been the same without you” Sam gave you a once over, determining you were well enough for a slightly bone crushing hug before having you grabbed away by Tony. Tony wasn’t able to say much, biting his bottom lip to keep it from trembling, hugging you the longest, reluctant to let you go. You were engulfed in Nat’s arms as she wept, squeezing you like her life depended on it.

“You saved me” She whispered in your hair, her tears falling onto your skin, “Don’t ever do that again” She hissed sternly, grabbing your face to look at her, “Don’t ever ever do something like that again”

“Give me my baby back” Bucky grabbed you, tossing you over his shoulder as soon as everyone had gotten their hugs and kisses, not interested in giving anyone a second longer when he needed you so badly. You squealed, giggling as he carried you straight down the hall towards his room without glancing back. As soon as he locked the door, his hands were all over you, holding you tightly to him.

“Your baby?” You shyly whispered as he rested his forehead against yours, nodding and chasing your lips.

“M’never letting you go again doll, never” He trailed kisses down your neck while unbuckling the straps of your gear letting it drop to the floor. “I want to love you, I want to hold you, I want to make love to you, I want it all with you”

Bucky tore your clothes off, hoisting you up to wrap your legs around his waist as he carried you over to the bathroom, turning the hot water on, hot water pouring over both if you. The steam made you woozy, your body turning into jelly under his touch as he massaged your muscles with delicate touches, his lips ghosting over every bruise and scar that had marked your skin. You let out a needy whimper, staying close to him, your butterflies erupting in your tummy every time he touched you.

“Bucky please”

“I want to love you so badly baby, love you the way you deserve” Bucky willed himself not to take you right there, focused on rinsing off and grabbing a towel, carrying you over to his bed. He tossed to towel off, climbing on top of you, neither of you having the patience for a slow build or teasing. Your belly clenched feeling his hard length rut and rub against your bare cunt, your slick coating his cock.

“I need you” He rasped while you whined, wrapping your legs around him, bucking your hips up. “You have no idea baby, God I need you” His eyes were pleading with you, his cock starting to leak feeling your arousal.

“Wanna feel you Bucky” You spread your legs for him, your breath hitching feeling the tip of his cock rub through your folds before pressing into your entrance.

“Gonna make love to you so good sweet girl” Bucky whispered as he started to push his cock in, his heart beating faster, cock growing harder feeling your heat pull him in deeper. He groaned, letting his body weight fall onto you as he started to thrust, pleasure consuming both of you immediately.

“JAmessss” Your gasp melted into a moan, your head pressed against his pillow as he filled you, stretching you open, letting you feel every ridge and vein of his cock. “Stretching me to so good Buckyyy”

“Yeah? You feel so good wrapped around me baby” He rasped, his orgasm already creeping down his spine as he pressed sloppy kisses all over your face, overwhelmed with emotion and the feeling of you under him. Your moans made him twitch, nearly growling when he felt your nails dig into his skin as he kissed your cervix with each roll of his hips.

“I missed you so much baby, didn’t know what to do with myself, I-I couldn’t breathe without you, couldn’t live-” Bucky could feel tears brimming his eyes, struggling to keep them away, “Fuck I missed you so much, I felt like I was drowning every single day”

You sniffled over his words, your heart connected with his, squeezing your thighs around his waist, desperate to keep every inch of his body pressed with yours.

“It-it was always you” He kissed your forehead, as he kept you caged under him, moaning against your skin.

“I love you” you cupped his cheeks, brushing his tears away, his nose lightly bumping against yours. You pulled him down for a sweet kiss, only pulling away for air. All of it was so much all at once, the quietest cries and softest kisses, feeling every inch of each other, making up for lost time. Bucky pulled the covers over you both, wrapping you in a cocoon of warmth, hiding you from the rest of the world, savoring this moment with just the two of you, his sweet girl back in his arms again.

He let his arms roam across your body, stroking your waist, your thighs, gently cupping your breasts, softly suckling your nipples, his body trembling as he tried to hold his climax off and make this moment last forever.

“M’gonna marry you, you know that?” His hands came to lace with yours, pinning you against the bed, eyes locked with yours. His pace didn’t falter, thrusting into you, loving the way your pussy fluttered around his cock, rolling his hips so he could push into you deeper. “W-will you? Will you marry me babygirl”

He knew you had just come back but he wanted nothing more, unable to stop the words from slipping out. You let your own tears fall down your cheeks, pulling him impossibly closer.

“Yes” You whimpered, sniffling back sobs as he stroked your head, smiling against your lips.

“Gonna make you my wife baby, marry you and take care of you until my last breath” He started to fuck you faster, panting, the muscles in his body tensing.

“Tell me more Bucky, please?” You whined, your heart aching for more, everything you’d always wanted with the one person you’d always been in love with.

“Oh baby, M’gonna get you pregnant sweet girl, have a family with you, everything with you, take care of your swollen belly, make love to you even when you’re full of me, show you how much I adore you princess” You gasped as he braced himself, his grunts growing louder, his body heat radiating off him, unable to stop the pleasure that was growing.

“Tell me your mine baby” He whined, wrapping his arms around you while you threw your head back, your eyes rolling back at the feel of his pubic bone rubbing your sensitive bundle of nerves with each thrust.

“I’m yours Bucky”

“Fuck don’t stop y/n, please, I need it” His voice was needy, desperately clinging onto your body, craving to hear nothing else. “Say it again doll”

“I’m yours Bucky, all yours soldier” You moaned louder, your legs shaking around him “I’m gonna cum”

“Cum with me baby, same time, please”

“BuckyBuckyBucky- You cried our, your walls staring to flutter, ready to fall off the edge with hi.

“M’right here, I got you, togther, c’mon, cum with me princess” Bucky rolled his hips, pounding you into the mattress, biting down onto your neck as he felt your nails scratch down his back while white hot pleasure tore through you, your pussy milking his cock.

“FUCK JAMES” Your body trembled as he fucked you through your high, burying his face into your neck, his lips brushing by your ear.

“YES, Yes baby, my good girl, my sweet girl, s’perfect for me, yes, I’m gonna give you my cum, get you pregnant, have a baby with you, take care of you, love you, all of it with you baby, fuck- I LOVE YOU- UGGHHH-

Bucky collapse on you, filling you with his cum until the bed was damp, his body jolting from sensitivity each time you fluttered around him while kissing his temple. He hardly moved, a steady stream of cum still pouring into you, staying connected to you the entire night, cuddling you next to him.

“I finally have my baby back, my sweet sweet baby, she’s back”

It has been nearly a week since you were back but you hadn’t left Bucky’s room once. You only took a few moments to eat and sleep, the rest of the time wrapped up in each other, connected in the most intimate way possible, while whispering sweet nothings,

It was everything Bucky needed. Emotional. Warm. Soft. Loving.

He couldn’t help the tears every time he was inside you, he finally had you back, wrapping his arms around you every time you made love, making sure you knew exactly how much he had always adored you. As much as he wanted to take you apart in every way imaginable, he couldn’t help but slip into missionary every single time, wanting to see your pretty face, feel your body, have your legs wrap around him as he came inside you.

*****

You threw on your coat while Bucky slipped his arm around your waist while you both made your way down, passing through the living room on our way out.

“Damn future Mrs. Barnes” Sam whistled, along with the rest of the team, everyone gathered for a night for a movie. “Where you off to?”

“The three of us are going out for dinner” Bucky smiled with a child like grin, snickering to himself while the team looked at you with confusion.

“Three?” Steve cocked his head, noting the way you shied into Bucky’s chest, giggling while he kissed your head, his hand slipping down to brush over your belly. “THREE?”

Steve’s eyes grew wide as he shot out of his seat, pointing at your tummy. “THREE” He whipped his head to Tony, Nat, Sam and Clint who slowly connected the dots. “THREE”

“For fucks sake, it hasn’t even been a month Barnes” Tony snorted, while everyone pilled onto you both, a large mess of hugs and tears.

“You didn’t waste any time, huh” Sam wiggling his eyebrows while Bucky wrapped his arms around you, his hands splayed on your tummy.

“Never again” He whispered, tilting your chin to kiss you deeply, “Never ever again”

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birdiescanfly · 3 months ago

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Jake Deserves Nice Things

Okay, so this calls back to the backstory I was thinking for Jake in my last post, but I had some more thoughts and wanted to share.

Having grown up poor, Jake’s didn’t have a lot of time or money for luxuries so I��m thinking as an adult, he can’t get enough of nice things. Like, he’s a soft boy okay? He loves big blankets (those really soft ones), he adores those fancy college sweatshirts that are so easy to swamp himself in, and anywhere there is like tiny stupid knickknacks to buy, he picks up and inspects every single one of them, because now he CAN, okay? So yeah, he wants those things, but he doesn’t NEED them. Jake’s got big money issues. He often sees something he wants or likes, and is soooo tempted to get it, but then puts down at the store and walks away. A little dejected and missing the spark of joy that he’d had while picking up everything he liked while in the store. It’s a painful cycle for Jake, but he can’t help it. It all derives from the fact that even though he has money now, he’s still living in the mindset of save and conserve because of the ‘just in case’ it doesn’t last. Like, “What if?” you know? Moreover, he just doesn’t think he deserves it. Can’t imagine spending money on something he doesn’t NEED. Like it’s a waste. He feels guilty for even wanting it in the first place. Why does he deserve such nice things? Why is he so pathetic to even want it in the first place?

I think this even extends to buying a certain kind of granola bar he likes or taking long showers or even buying decorations for his house. It’s all unnecessary, and even if it would make him happy, he can’t bring himself to give that care to himself. Even as he runs his hands over soft sheets and even softer throw blankets, even as he longingly studies café menus for fun drinks he’d like to try but can’t bring himself to buy over a 50 cent coffee, even as he freezes himself out of the shower in 45 seconds instead of savoring the experience, he just can’t bring himself to believe that he is worth the extra money it would all cost. Even if it’s only a little.

I think it takes Bradley a little while to actually get it. Jake, of course, doesn’t talk about it, probably doesn’t even acknowledge that he’s doing it to himself. And so at first, Bradley just thinks that Jake is really frugal and utilitarian. But there are signs that his boy is softer than he first expected. I’m thinking this is early in their first relationship (because we all know that they are exes in the present). Bradley doesn’t quite figure it all out until when they get back together years later in their lives, but, Bradley does notice the harsh way Jake treats himself. He doesn’t poke at it, he’s not opening about his own shit, why go poking around in Jake’s, but at one point during their stint together, (after they Uhaul lesbian it and move in together without talking about it), Bradley gets his first glimpse of how much Jake loves nice things. So, Bradley originally did it as a joke, but maybe right before their first breakup (don’t know how it happens yet), Bradley gifts Jake with a stuffed Rooster plushie. Its one of the weighted ones that are super fluffy and soft, and he thinks its funny cause he happened to see it when shopping for a birthday card for Phoenix and couldn’t pass up the gag gift for his boyfriend.

jThe thing is, Jake loves it. Like, he doesn’t show it at first, just rolls his eyes at Bradley’s smug smirk as he tells him “it’s so you don’t get too lonely when I’m deployed.” But in a turn of events that Bradley never expected, Jake’s eyes linger on the stuffed animal when he sits the object in front of the pillow on their bed. He catches the gentle way Jake sifts his fingers through the rooster’s soft fluff. And in the days that follow, its impossible to miss the way Jake’s hands linger when he carefully moves the Rooster from their bed in the evenings, or the way his eyes cut over to it longingly every so often. The real sticking point is when Bradley gets home late one night for some reason or another to find Jake curled up in their bed with the rooster plushie in his arms. Jake is curled around the little stuffed animal, his cheek smooshed into the downy fluff, finger gripping tightly around its body as if it might disappear at any moment. Even in his sleep, Jake cannot let rest his fear of loss. Bradley doesn’t say anything, doesn’t acknowledge his noticings to Jake in any way, but his hearts caves in on itself just a little at the tender way Jake handles such a simple thing as a stuffed toy. He has questions why an adult would cherish a little plushie so much despite acting the contrary, but the reason behind the act is a bit beyond Bradley’s current scope. Still, the knowledge that Jake likes soft and nice things despite his actions saying otherwise, is now cemented into Bradley’s mind. Years later, this knowledge will come back to him, after time apart and bitterness and hurt the only thing keeping the other in his orbit, but still, the knowledge will come back. It will come back like a choking weight on his chest as he bunks with Jake for one reason or another, and sees a worn and torn stuffed rooster peeking out of Jake’s packing bag.

#jake hangman seresin #top gun maverick #hangster #bradley rooster bradshaw #The Jake Deserves Nice Things Committee #Jake Seresin needs a hug #rooster plushie!!!#I'm getting so carried away with this #sereshaw

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imfinereallyy · 1 year ago

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@henderdads posted this about domestic fluff and I realize that I love this trope and I just don’t write enough of it, and I wanted to give her a little treat to read. Mostly because her tags when she reblogs on my post give me absolute joy, I laugh every time.

Two things might come as a surprise when getting to know Steve Harrington. The first being he didn’t actually like parties. He likes making other people feel good, wants to make them happy. Hence why for years, he lets Tommy and Carol wreak havoc on his house. It makes them happy and, for a short while, makes most of Hawkins High happy. Steve, in retrospect, has learned to regret this since he has now gained a reputation for being a party king, despite not throwing one in years, but he knows all too well how hard it is to let go of a high school reputation.

The second surprising fact is that Steve Harrington hated his birthday. Well, maybe hate wasn’t the right word, but he has incredibly low expectations for his birthday. Either everyone forgets his birthday, or somehow Steve is reminded that he is an inconvenience.

“Sorry sweetie, your dad has a business meeting that day.”

“Dude, I have a baseball game in that night could we do something another day?”

“I’m late! I know, we stayed up all night playing D&D. I even forgot to call Suzie!”

Steve isn’t necessarily hurt per se when these things happen. He knows that some people, more than others, are really trying. That it’s human to make mistakes. But Steve doesn’t like to get his hopes up; that’ll be much better than that.

There is also the more commonly now known fact that Steve doesn’t like being the center of attention. And birthdays come along with a lot of that. Sure, Steve wants someone to pay attention to him, really listen to what he has to say, but he has long since out grown the desperate need to have everyone look at him.

It is why it is such a surprise the upside down crew throws him a 24th birthday party.

Steve always thought something like this would upset him, but he is delightfully warm at the sight of all his friends, all of his family, inside Robin and Nancy's apartment screaming,

“Surprise, Dingus!”

Steve can’t believe she got everyone to say that.

After the shock of seeing them all packed like sardines wearing party hats, Steve can’t help but smile.

Eddie walks up to him, placing a hat on his head and a soft kiss on his cheek. “I tried to stop them,” Eddie whispers. “I know you don’t like parties, but they just wanted to show how much they love you. It was hard to say no.”

Steve turns to Eddie, a man who knows him inside and out and knows he can’t lie to him. “I thought I would hate this, but I don’t. It’s perfect.” He kisses Eddie on the lips, just as soft as the one before.

“Good, because I really didn’t try to stop them.” Eddie smiles into the kiss.

“Ew!”

“Gross!”

“Get a room!”

Various shouts across the room cause the couple to giggle and pull apart. Eddie flips them all off, “It’s been four years, assholes! Grow up.”

Eddie runs off to particularly chase Mike, who actually hasn’t said anything but did make a face, and Steve can’t help but be overwhelmed by joy.

🎉🦇🎉🦇

Hours later, after the cake has been cut and the presents have been shared, and his kiddos are definitely way too drunk, the party doesn’t show any signs of slowing down. And Steve, who is having fun but growing antsy since he slowed down on drinking years ago, isn’t quite sure what to do with himself.

He doesn’t want to ruin the fun or make anyone think he didn’t have a good time. This is one of the best birthdays, if not the best one, he’s ever had. But Steve is getting overwhelmed and worn out. He isn’t really tired, but being social has reached its capacity for the night.

Even so, he can’t help but laugh at Robin as she tells a story about the most recent disaster of her sign language class, where kids keep accidentally swearing instead of the proper words.

Eddie catches his eye across the room; he looks happy as he talks to Hop and Wayne. But even mid-conversation, across the sea of people, he tugs his helix piercing over his right ear twice.

It’s their signal for, “Do you want me to come over?”

Steve rubs the scar over his left eye twice, “Yes please.” It means.

Eddie excuses himself and makes his way to Steve. “Hey, baby.” He interrupts Robin mid-rant, who makes a sound of drunken protest. “Did we feed Mrs. Pierson’s cat today?”

Another signal, which translates, “Do you want to go home?”

And Steve knows he can just tell Eddie yes, and they can stay at the party, and Steve will have fun, and he’ll be happy, but it isn’t what he wants. What he wants is to be at home with their own cat Beelzebub, snuggled up in their bed. So Steve says, “Shit, I don’t think we did.” Yes, please. Let’s go home.

Eddie acts quickly. They make their rounds, say goodbyes, and make their excuses. Everyone lovingly pokes at their forgetfulness. The couple insists everyone stays and enjoys themselves. Steve thanks everyone with individual hugs.

Steve and Eddie hold pinkies the entire walk home, down the streets of Indianapolis. The dark night blanket of night, and the never-ending sound of the city, keeping them safe enough to risk the intertwined digits.

When they make it home, they say nothing. They unwind slowly. Sharing kisses, delicately take off each other's clothes, hum into each others mouths. There is nothing rushed, or rough; they have time now. There will be moments for that later.

And in their journey from the front door to the bed, Eddie kisses the place where Steve’s shoulder and neck meet. It’s his signal for “I love you.”

Later, when they are tangled up in the sheets, heavy breaths slowing down, Eddie’s arms wrapped around him, Steve leans up and kisses the tip of Eddie’s nose. It’s his signal for “I love you more.”

Eddie’s smile back says, “that just isn’t possible.”

“Thank you for today.” Steve finally speaks out loud, playing with Eddie’s fingers.

“Oh, it isn’t over yet, baby.” And Eddie jumps out of bed naked, running out of the room.

Steve can’t help but cackle at his boyfriend's antics. There is a sudden thump on the bed; Steve peeks down to see their cat making his home on the end of their bed like he knows they are finally done for the night. “Hey, bee.” Steve scratches him behind his ear, earning a resounding purr from him. A little to the left, it means.

Eddie comes back into the room and dives back into the bed, bouncing Beelzebub but not startlingly him enough to move. Steve supposes he’s used to his father's antics. “Okay, I would tell you to close your eyes, but I know you’re not going to listen, so I’m just going to hand them to you.”

Steve giggles and grabs the pieces of paper in his hands and his heart stops. “Eddie.”

“Steve.” Eddie’s grin is wide.

“These are three tickets to see Madonna.”

“Yup.” Eddie pops his ‘p’ clearly proud of himself. “One for you, one for Robs of course, and one for me.”

Steve whispers in awe, “But you hate Madonna.”

Eddie brushes the hair out of Steve’s face, “Please, no one can hate Madonna.” Eddie’s eyes turn soft, “Besides, you love her, and you love me. It only felt fair to have us both in the same place. And you’d worry the entire time if I wasn’t there.”

Steve throws his arms around Eddie, squeezing him tight. Hoping he can translate how much he loves this man through it. Steve loves making other people happy, but no one has loved making Steve happy, quite like Eddie. “I love you so much,” Steve says once he leans back.

Eddie kisses the place where his shoulder and his neck meet. I love you. Eddie kisses the tip of his nose. I love you more. Finally, he holds Steve’s face and says aloud,

“I love you too.”

***

Was this perhaps inspired by the fact I turn 24 in a week and a half? Maybeee. I’m a lot like Steve in this where I have such mixed feelings about my birthday. I’m feeling a lot of anxiety about it if I’m honest, and I don’t have high hopes.

Unlike me, I don’t have a partner like Eddie, but Steve deserves the world and I wanted him to have some loving and domestic fluff. The idea that these two have secret signals is an important headcannon to me, and I would love to see others take on it.

I hope @henderdads you enjoyed this if you made it this far. It was a lot of fun to write. :)

#steddie #giving these boys the fluff they deserve #they have secret signals for everything #especially a ‘can you believe this guy’ one #Steve Harrington #Eddie Munson #birthday blues #stranger things #domestic fluff #happy ending #my writing #platonic stobin #Robin Buckley

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samlee2224 · 7 months ago

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Can we hear about your milgram oc 🥺🥺

( no pressure ofc )

I have 12 Milgram OCs! But now there are only 8 ( or 9 ? ) people who have stories. I'll introduce them to you!!↓

(I use Translate app and my little abilities, hope you can read and understand it.)

In Samleegram, We have 2 prison guards and 10 prisoners

Prison Guards

[000]

Name : Es (エス)

CV : Sakamoto Maaya (坂本真綾)

Gender : Unknown

Age : 15

Birthday : Unknown

Height : 153 cm.

Bloodtype : Unknown

Image color : #8EC6BB (Monte Carlo)

Es bright and cheerful, They is close to almost every prisoner. They always make free time to talk with prisoners. But no one knew that they was secretly recording prisoners' information all the time.

They patrolled at night every day. Many people think it's because they works hard. But actually they was just trying to find a way out of here.

Es often gets teased by Ar for being short. So they asks Jackalope for a new pair of shoes. That makes them 160 cm tall. which is higher than Ar. LOL

((Es rarely wears a hat because it makes seeing difficult.😢 Es always cooks for everyone to eat, sometimes some prisoners come to help them. (but Ar doesn't help.)))

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[000]

Name : Ar (ア��)

CV : Uchiyama Yumi (内山夕実)

Gender : Unknown

Age : 15

Birthday : Unknown

Height : 159 cm.

Bloodtype : Unknown

Image color : #8EB8C6 (Polo Blue)

In fact, Ar was the assistant prison guard. Its main duty is to interrogate prisoners. They was verbally violent during the interrogation. In this prison, there was hardly anyone to like them. (← It should be like that)

Ar is very foul-mouthed and has a temper. (💀) Do you see that whistle? They usually blow it when prisoners don't behave as they please. ( Why does it sound cute..? )

((Ar doesn't often wear hats either. But it's because he's just lazy. Sometimes Ar wears Es’s hat because Ar can't find their own.))

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Prisoners

[021]

Name : Kinoshita Haru (木下晴)

CV : Kitamura Eri (喜多村英梨)

Gender : Female

Age : 22

Birthday : January 6

Height : 173 cm.

Bloodtype : A

Image color : #F59795 (Wewak)

Haru hardly speaks to anyone. She usually communicates by writing on the board. She also isn't good at facial expressions, which makes some people think she's strange.

Haru often smokes with Masato (024) regularly. And She seem to be trying to approach Akihiko (26) for unknown reasons.

She used to like to sing and play music, she used to set up a band with a close friend before. But why did she stop doing it? Hmmm? you'll have to wait until this part of the story is revealed.✌️

((I intend to design Haru to look like a man. Due to her past story But she is a woman. However You can use the anypronoun with her that she/her he/him or they/them. She doesn't seriously about this.))

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[022]

Name : Murata Kei (村田軽 )

CV : Murata Ayumu (村瀬歩)

Gender : Male

Age : 14

Birthday : August 19

Height : 154 cm.

Bloodtype : AB

Image color : #BCCCD1 (Link Water)

Kei is the youngest prisoner. He has dark circles under his eyes that are clearly visible. It's because he almost didn't sleep. Even though he went to sleep, he had a nightmare anyway, so he thought it was better to take that time to study.

He often said that he was not guilty , Never kill people , Milgram caught him wrong. And he wanted to leave here very much. 'My father will definitely find me.' He always said that.

Kei looks particularly close to Hinata(023), maybe because of his similar age, he often follows her like a chick(?) Everyone in prison always sees them next to each other.

((He used to ask for cosmetics from Es, so Es thought that in fact, he might love beauty?))

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[023]

Name : Tsugiyama Hinata (杉山日向)

CV : Hanazawa Kana (花澤香菜)

Gender : Female

Age : 15

Birthday : March 23

Height : 148 cm.

Bloodtype : A

Image color : #F4CFC5 (Coral Candy)

Hinata is a friendly person and always talks to others. Everyone sees her cheerful and looks polite all the time. But once in a while she accidentally slipped out of a rude word. Make everyone shock…

She bandaged her arms all the time. Ritsu (028) volunteered to change the bandage for her often, but she often refused him and did it on her own. She didn't want anyone to see the that wound.

Hinata didn't have the attitude of wanting to leave milgram at all. Hinata thought that this place was much more comfortable than her house. If not sticking to the vote that she didn't like it.

((Hinata doesn't like the uniform that Milgram provides. Because it makes everyone see the bandage clearly.💢))

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[024]

Name : Kimura Masato (木村正人)

CV : Hirata Hiroki (平田広明)

Gender : Male

Age : 43

Birthday : February 20

Height : 187 cm.

Bloodtype : O

Image color : #78BC8E (Bay Leaf)

He is the oldest person in milgram. He lived a sluggish life as if he had completely lost faith in this world. Sometimes he acted like a father of children in prison.👴

Masato talks to Ritsu(028) most often. discussing life problems, adult edition (sounds depressing). He often smokes with Haru(021) on a regular basis, even if the other party lets him talk to a single swim.

Masato didn't pay much attention to milgram, But if he could choose, he wanted to get out of here, Because he still didn't complete his duty.

((He thinks it's not bad to have free cigarettes.))

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[026]

Name : Matsui Akihiko (松井昭彦)

CV : Taniyama Kishou (谷山紀章)

Gender : Male

Age : 18

Birthday : April 1

Height : 169 cm.

Bloodtype : A

Image color : #FFBF65 (Rajah)

I haven't made much of his story yet. But as you can see, He's not very friendly.

Akihiko often quarrels with Ar regularly (He actually quarrels with everyone but.. uh… with Ar the most.)

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[028]

Name : Itsuki Ritsu (樹律)

CV : Furukawa Makoto (古川慎)

Gender : Male

Age : 35

Birthday : June 30

Height : 182 cm.

Bloodtype : B

Image color : #3359BF (Cerulean Blue)

Please marry m- NO, I mean, Ritsu always takes care of others, maybe because he's a doctor, so he's trusted by everyone.

He is very close to Masato(024), probably because Masato is the male of his age closest to himself.

((Look at his smile ^^ 🥺))

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[030]

Name : Higuchi Ryota (樋口僚太)

CV : Uchida Yuma (内田雄馬)

Gender : Male

Age : 20

Birthday : October 12

Height : 174 cm.

Bloodtype : O

Image color : #C1D48C (Deco)

Ryota doesn't have any other information yet, I'll update it later!

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Thank you for reading to the end!!

#ocgram #milgram oc #milgram #oc #samleegram #samlee oc

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stilljuststardust · 4 months ago

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Heyyy! It’s parrot again! And today I have two related questiones!

Both have to do with the information that all one needs to do to manifest is desire and live in the imagination/daydream.

1: if kids often truly believe the things they are playing or imagining to be real how come they don’t accidentally manifest them?

2: i daydream pretty much constantly and have been affirming out the wazoo and i am going to continue persisting and believing and all that jazz, but i have yet to see the results in the 3D(i am confident they will come; im just getting a lil impatient lol)

Thanksssss! Have a nice day :3

Hi parrot!

Children can manifest, sometimes they do (I did). However, they don't usually manifest their play pretend because on some level they do know its just that, pretend. I remember having tons of crazy beliefs as a kid but my mindset was almost always "if I wish really hard maybe it will be true" instead of actually assuming so. So, unfortunately, I didn't get a pokemon on my birthday.

Children aren't stupid and I do believe that they know they're playing pretend.

However, there were times I did apply the law as a child.

This story is humiliating but whatever, I was a child.

When I was a kid I was really into lip sync battles (now an source of intense shame lmao) and every damn day I practiced because I was CONVINCED it was going to happen at some point for me.

When we were leaving town to meet my grandparents in a more populated area I was like, welp this is it, clearly I'm going to do it now. My mother was like, why do you keep talking about that I promise you there aren't any where we're going.

I didn't listen because I knew she was wrong. We arrive and immediately go out for dinner to a random restaurant, we walk in and in big neon letters a sign says "lip sync battle next door".

My mom literally thought I was crazy the entire week leading up because she had no idea why I was so adamant that when we got there I would be in one.

Why did this manifest and my pokemon didn't? Because when I was practicing for it I did it as if it was real. I knew it was going to happen and I didn't even stop to think about when or how all I knew was I should have a song ready.

I didn't budge because I knew I had it. I knew it was going to happen no matter what.

I wasn't day dreaming, I was practicing. I wasn't hoping, I was commanding.

I know many people refer to the 4D as "imagination" but this doesn't mean play pretend or day dreaming, what they mean is your internal world.

Yes as a child I was imagining it happened but I did so from the assumption that what I was imagining HAD to happen. I didn't consider it play pretend I considered it practice.

People literally thought I was dumb but I didn't stop to consider there opinion because I knew it was mine.

When you imagine the image of what you want don't think "I hope I'll get this" think "I already have this"

I think we often unconsciously undermine ourselves because we're still thinking as if it isn't here.

Asking where it is or telling yourself it's not here yet are still affirming against it.

Affirmations are just thoughts you repeat, if you're ALSO repetitively thinking against what you want then you are ALSO affirming against it.

Think as if you have already manifested it, as if having it is cold hard fact. Yes it may feel unnatural at first but that doesn't matter.

In my story from before, I didn't ever stop to wonder why I hadn't been in one yet because I knew that it was happening no matter what so timing was irrelevant to me.

Think about who you'd be if you had it, how you'd see the world, what you would think, then think as that version of you.

Personally I like to ground before I do anything because it helps me to think of it as real.

Take a look at these, i think they'll help you:

Mental diets aren't just getting rid of negative thoughts

This one's really good

Loa checklist

#loa tumblr #loablr #loassumption #loassblog #loa blog #loass states #loass post #loass #manifesting #manifesation #manifest #manifestation

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keffirinne · 5 months ago

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You KNOW I need some more of your Roman/Reader insert stuff, dealers choice my love!

Ahh, I always have something for you!

Actually, it's a warm-up I did for our Roman birthday prompt and the final story went in a slightly different direction, restriced by the characters number, so I didn't plan to post it. But it suits this challenge perfectly I think!

Here you have it!

* btw I love your headcanon about Roman’s big appreciation of morning blowjobs, so I stole/ borrowed it from you!

#smut #NSFW

Learn some patience, Sionis

Roman Sionis x YN

Roman woke up alone in his bed and today this fact bothered him. His body, especially the lower part, was craving for the touch of a woman’s hands and their undivided attention. The king size bed could easily fit three people, he tested that before, and laying here now alone, under the cold sheets, was only escalating the feeling of annoying lonesome. Roman was rich and good looking, he shouldn't have to deal with such common discomforts, reserved only for the poor or hideous. He deserved to be woken up by a blowjob, followed by an amazing orgasm that would put him in a good mood for the day. This annoying state, its undeniable presence in his chest was fueling the frustration.

Roman reached for his phone laying on the night table, opened the message app and typed a quick text. Its content was short and left no uncertainties.

“Come over. I want to see you.”

As soon as he sent the message, he started staring at the little icon indicating if the recipient has read it yet. Impatiently drumming his fingers against his chest, Roman waited. He hated waiting.

Normally, all he needed was a phone call and he wouldn’t have to wait. He could have a bunch of girls in his bed in less than 30 mins, all ready for him and willing to fulfill all his whims. They would keep him company for the whole morning, for the whole day even, if he wanted, begging on their knees for more. But he wasn't in the mood for easy pleasure today.

Roman had everything, so what he couldn’t have, was the thing he wanted the most.

The three moving dots finally started moving on his screen, announcing that his recipient was replying.

“I can't, busy.”

Roman’s lips curved into a small grimace after he read the answer. He didn’t like it. It didn’t stop him though from pursuing his plans. He typed back.

“Cancel it.”

The next message from YN came back quickly.

“I just said I can't. Use your hands.”

“I don’t want to. Come over.”

“Scroll up - I’m busy.”

“Whatever it is, it's not as important as me.” he typed back. It wasn't a suggestion, it was a clear statement.

Three dots reappeared again and Roman could swear this time they were moving faster and more aggressive than before.

“I won't cancel it. Why do I have to always reschedule? My plans are equally important as yours, Sionis. I’m not canceling anything.” Roman smirked with the corner of his mouth imaging YN frowning, angrily typing down the words. She definitely huffed at the screen and called him names in her mind.

He wondered, where was she now? It was early, maybe she didn’t get up from bed yet. Maybe she was still laying in it, naked, the sheets softly tucking her curves. Her nipples hard, maybe she was touching herself just a moment ago, definitely thinking about him. Yes, she was teasing her pussy with her fingers or a vibrator, wanting it to be him. So wet, warm and tight. So easy to please. She always closed her eyes and clenched her toes when she came. Roman liked this fantasy, he decided to stick to it. His cock started to pulse, aroused by the stimulating images. He grabbed it and started stroking it, letting his mind help him pass the time.

After a while, YN texted again.

“Learn some patience, Sionis.”

She was a tease, she knew how to keep him on his toes. And he liked a good challenge. But he also knew how to handle her.

He typed again, choosing carefully his next words.

“I want to see you.”

YN took some time before she replied this time. In the meantime Roman continued to unfold the fantasy he just created in his mind, not sparing any details of its wicked details. He was imagining YN coming through his door any moment now, wearing nothing but a skimpy dress that she would quickly get rid off. Then, she would take good care of him, just the way he wanted. He could almost feel her lips tightly wrapped around his cock, sucking it, milking him till the last drop. As soon as he would come into her mouth, she would asked him to fuck her. Oh, she was so eager. And he would, he would pound that tight pussy till she would cry and scream his name. The grip of his hand on his penis increased, sending pleasant impulses of excitement to his body.

The hot vision got interrupted by the buzz of his phone.

“You'll see me tonight. Now, be a good boy and be patient. Unless you don't want to get your birthday present?”

He smirked at the playful tone of the message but still he wasn’t pleased with “tonight” . He wanted her now. The erotic vision would quickly go past the pleasant, teasing point and would quickly start making him frustrated.

“Come on, doll. I know you miss me. I'll make you feel good.”

“See you at the party :*”

His smile immediately faded when he got her reply.

The irritation mixed with impatience was a bad combination for Roman. Without hesitating, he dialed her number. She didn't answer the first call. He chose her number again. After the second one, he was greeted by a hushed, obviously irritated voice.

“What are you doing!? I can't talk right now!” she hissed while trying to speak quietly. IN the background could be heard other, muffled voices. It didn't sound like YN was in her bed right now, which spoiled Roman's fantasy a bit.

“Cancel it. Come here.” he said, not hiding his impatience.

A heavy sigh on the other side answered him.

“I swear to god, you’re impossible. I said I CAN'T. We'll meet tonight at the party.”

“Where are you now?”

“Tonight, Sionis. Learn patience.”

She hung up after that. Roman let out a low growl, not managing to hold his frustration.

Who the fuck did she think she was to hang up on him? And telling him what to do?

If he only didn't want to fuck her so much.

He pondered for a moment whether to make that one call and get back at YN, but it was too late. His mind, like a broken record, had set its sights on one particular target and any attempt to find a substitute would leave him unsatisfied.

Frustrated even more than before, he tossed his phone away and got up from bed.

“Tonight”. So what, he was supposed to wait? Roman Sionis didn't wait. He made others wait.

Oh, she's gonna regret that. He will make sure she'll regret that she didn't come here right away as he asked her.

@supernatural-lover @daenerys-skywalker @hereticpriest

#bonus chapter #roman sionis #roman sionis x reader #roman sionis fanfic #roman sionis smut #birds of prey #roman sionis toxic love fangirl club #please not him

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pearbunny · 1 year ago

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the bucket list ✘ [six]

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summary: Fly to Korea. Check. Buy a bouquet of flowers for a stranger. Check. Have said stranger come along with you to accomplish your bucket list? Well that wasn’t on the list, but falling in love was.

pairing: han jisung x afab!reader

genre: 18+ [MDNI] strangers to lovers, non idol au, crack, mostly fluff, later chapters to include: slight angst, comfort, smut.

general warnings: tourist!mc, adult themes including but not limited to: suggestive content, nudity, cursing, alcohol consumption, mentions of death in later chapters, overarching theme of mental health, eventual smut.

word count: ~5.8k

chapter content: smut containing: drunk consensual sex, brief breastplay/fondling, protected sex, praise kink, forced eye contact, clit play, awkward day after, hangovers, headaches, mentions of vomit, mentions of food, road trip, shared bed trope, slow dancing.

author's note: Sorry for the delay! This past weekend was my birthday so I was a little wrapped up. That's not to say that this chapter was difficult for me to write; i've never written smut and my current issue is that I feel like it's a little too... clipped. It's okay, we aim to improve! Other than that, I really like how this one turned out. If you would like to skip the smut, please skip to the first page break under the cut. :) Songs mentioned in this chapter: Miley Cyrus - Violet Chemistry | Journey - Lights | Beabadoobee - Dance with Me

You’re not sure if the alcohol is to blame for the butterflies in your stomach anymore. It probably isn’t the reason for the lump in your throat either.

You look up at Jisung through your lashes, unsure of what will happen next. You start to shift around nervously in place, trapped between him and the kitchen island. He had tossed off his jacket when he came through the front door and you hadn’t paid too much attention to the fact that his band tee had its sleeves cut off; however, trapped between his arms on either side of you, you couldn’t help but to notice the musculature of his biceps.

”I do.” Jisung shifts his weight on one foot, causing him to lean closer to you. “I do want to kiss you.”

“I—“ You swallow that lump in your throat, your chest lifting as you breathe the heavy tension in the air.

The smirk playing on his lips turns into a small smile. “I’m not going to kiss you if you don—“

You place your lips on his in the middle of his sentence. It’s quick, it’s chaste, but you can't form words with your mouth. You look up at him, scared that maybe you did something wrong. Maybe he didn’t actually want to kiss you, but dammit you wanted to kiss him.

There’s a moment of shock written on his face, as if kissing him was the last thing he expected from you. That shock is replaced with that same playful — sexy— smirk as he brings his right hand to cradle your jaw. He brings you closer to him and you can feel him exhale a shaky breath before he captures your lips in a much more firm and fruitful kiss.

You’re unaware of when you held your breath waiting for him to kiss you, but the kiss surely had you longing for air, taking shallow breaths every chance that you could moments between kisses. You bring your arms around his neck, fingers gently combing through his hair.

He brings his hands at your waist, fingering the fabric of your trouser’s waistband. In his kiss, he runs his tongue across your bottom lip and right when you open your mouth just slightly, his teeth tug back at your bottom lip.

Maybe it’s the alcohol and your lowered inhibitions. Maybe it’s the fact that it had been so long, but a sound escapes you, a mix of a lustful sigh and a whimper. You open your eyes mortified, but he’s looking at you with a hunger in his eyes.

“Tell me to stop.”

You shake your head, pursing your lips together in a tight lipped smile, poorly containing your eagerness. “I don’t want to.”

With those words, he captures your lips again. This time, you’re both on the way to his room, littering the path there with articles of clothing until you were in your bra and underwear and him in just his boxer briefs. When the both of you have managed to get into his room, he breaks the kiss, squatting down briefly to wrap his arms around your legs, just under your ass to lift you up easily into the air. He carries you to his bed, sitting himself down with you in his lap.

Jisung’s lips leave hot open mouthed kisses down from your neck, across your right collarbone, to the tops of your tits until his lips meet the fabric of your bra. With one hand on your waist, the other hand reaches behind you to undo the bra and it falls to the floor. Immediately, his mouth latches onto your left nipple, tongue playing with the already hardened bud while his hand massages the other.

You moan this time, arching your back into him. You roll your hips involuntarily searching for some kind of friction between your legs.

He slides both of his arms down to your hips, stilling you for a moment as he catches his breath. You can feel how hard he is already underneath you and it’s almost uncomfortable how wet you’ve become. He takes in a breath, shaky, and runs his tongue on his bottom lip. After a moment, he reaches over to grab a condom from his bedside table. You take the package from him and get off his lap, momentarily kneeling on the floor. Your hand gently strokes his visibly hard cock over his boxers before freeing him to unwrap the condom and roll it over his length. The whole while, he’s watching you with half lidded eyes, simply admiring the sight.

You stand again, then position yourself on top of him, using one hand to align him with your entrance. Jisung takes your jaw in his hand and brings your face up to look him in the eyes. You gnaw at your lower lip at the way he maintains eye contact with you. His hand replaces yours on the hilt of his cock and you brace yourself with your hands on his shoulders.

Slowly, you sink yourself halfway down on his length. You gasp at the stretch you feel and he groans deeply at how tight you feel around him. He winces when your walls tense around him. His thumb caresses your cheek gently. “You gotta relax or this is going to end soon for me.”

There’s a nervous lopsided smile on his lips and it almost makes you laugh. “Sorry, yeah…” Your voice is barely a whisper, but you nod your head at him and remain with him half sheathed within you, giving yourself a bit of time to adjust to his girth. Once you’ve relaxed around him, you sit yourself lower on him, moaning the rest of the way down.

“Fuck,” Jisung runs his thumb on your bottom lip before leaning in for a kiss. “Just like that.”

You nearly whimper at the praise. You start to bounce up and down on him. He brings a hand to your waist, guiding you up and down on his cock. He’s letting you set the pace, if not for you comfortability, for his concentration on making sure he doesn’t cum too early with how warm and tight your pussy feels around him.

Your mouth hangs open the moment you start gyrating your hips, the very tip of his dick able to find a certain spot inside of you that brings you close to seeing stars. Jisung’s hand travels from your jaw to your neck, holding you in a position where he can see your face as you bounce on him. At this point, he starts to assist you, thrusting up into you so that you’re meeting in the middle. And with every thrust, you can feel him reach just slightly deeper and deeper each time.

You collapse into him, putting all your weight on his chest. He falls back and for a moment, he’s concerned. “Are you okay?”

You nod and shut your eyes tightly, placing your hands on his chest. “I’m so close, Jisung.”

When the words leave your mouth, his thrusts up into you harder and his hands,which are now on your hips, bounces you up and down onto his cock. The sounds of skin slapping against skin, moaning, and grunting fill the room as you cum on his cock. You fall onto him, your strength dwindling.

“I got you, don’t worry,” He brushes your hair out of your face, slightly stuck to your face from all the sweat you worked up. He then lifts you up gently, never once taking you off of his cock. The slight movement makes you feel so good and when he thrusts up into you, you moan right in his ear, clinging on to him in the air. He lays you back on the bed, leaning over you now. “You sound so pretty,” He hitches one of your legs onto his waist and starts to slowly thrust in and out of you, groaning as your walls start spasming around him.

“Jisung,” your voice is a high pitched whine between your heavy breaths, eyes shut from the pure overstimulation. “Please!” You beg for another release, the heat that is pooled at the bottom of your stomach still present.

He stops his movements and you almost want to cry. “Y/N. Look at me when you beg.”

Your eyes open to find him looking up at you with a smirk on his lips. When you don’t say anything, he pulls out almost completely then thrusts his hips back into you. You wince at the pleasure it brings you, of being filled completely after feeling so empty without him inside if you. You look him straight in the eyes and he can’t help but admire how you look right now: eyebrows knit so tightly together, the bounce of your tits when he thrusts into you, sweat glistening all over your skin, hair pooled around you messily.

“P-Please, Jisung. “

“Good girl.”He leans forward to bring both your legs over onto his shoulders and leans forward, thrusting hard into you again and again.

The feeling is overstimulating: the slight pain and pleasure of being so stretched out, his cock hitting your special spot over and over again, bringing you closer and closer to your orgasm. You reach one hand between your legs, your middle finger playing with your clit, frantically rubbing circles until you cum again.

This time, Jisung cums with you with a final thrust, and it feels warm.

When he pulls out of you, you’re so spent and exhausted, you don’t remember falling asleep.

Your eyes flutter open and it takes you a moment to realize that you’re not in the guest room that you had been staying in for the past couple of days.The first thing you notice is how much your body aches. Not only were your legs and back aching, but your head was aching too. It felt like there was this constant pressure on your brain. The second thing that you notice is that you’re naked beneath the sheets.

You sit up in a panic. Looking to your left you see Jisung’s sleeping form. Heat rises to your cheeks as you clutch the sheets to your chest. The door to the living room is open and you can see the path of clothing leading from the kitchen. You look back at Jisung and observe as his chest rises and falls with his steady breathing. The fact that he’s shirtless and his toned pecs completely on display for you was something you put into the back of your mind.

You slip out of the bed and tip toe quickly across his room to the door, grabbing your panties on the way out. You shake your head in an attempt to shake the embarrassment off. You take one large silent stride into the kitchen and regret the idea immediately, the pain in between your legs screaming at you. So instead, you shuffle your way to your room, as you collect the rest of your clothes on the way.

“No fucking way, no fucking way, no fucking way,” At this point, you’re whisper shouting, extremely conscious of the possibility that Jisung could wake at any moment. You grab your towel and make your way into the bathroom for a shower.

Under the hot water, your muscles relax, but your mind is still going a hundred miles per second. Everything the night before comes rushing back and you have to brace yourself on the shower wall to keep from slipping from how weak your knees feel just thinking about it. Sure there were hazy spots in your memory, but from what you could remember, it was a good night and it’s not like you could deny that you wanted to have sex him. He looked so good in that shirt, but even better with it off.The way his hot skin felt beneath your fingers, his arms around you tight, his mouth on your skin…

You turn the shower knob for the cold water.

After wrapping your hair up in a towel and getting dressed in a simple black tank top, black hoodie, and gray sweats back in your room. You stand at the door, hand on the knob, hesitating to open it. Is Jisung awake? Did he get in the shower while you were getting ready to leave for Busan?

You contemplate for a moment on whether or not to stay in your room until Jisung knocks on the door to let you know that he’s ready to head out, but then you remember that your phone and the hangover drink are on the counter. You open the door just a crack, your eyes scanning the common area for any sign of Jisung. His door to his room is closed and his clothes are picked up, which means that he already used the restroom.

You open the door the rest of the way and quickly bring the rest of your supplies over to your suitcase before you pick your phone up from the kitchen counter. You check the battery: 5%.The time on your phone read: 12:00pm. You were already late and normally, you’d be stressing out, but the ache in your head isn’t allowing you to focus on anything other than that pain at the moment.

You open the hangover drink and start to chug it down when Jisung opens his room door. He opted for a far more comfortable outfit, a large loose fitting hooded sweatshirt, with some sort of graphic on its front and gray nike brand drawstring sweats. He had his hair tucked into his black ribbed beanie, just the back longer bits at the nape of his neck peeking out.

“Oh, hey good morning.” His voice is low and rough and it reminds you of last night. You almost choke on your drink. Every single thing was reminding you of the night before. Instead, you clear your throat after finishing the drink.

“Hi…” Your voice trails off and it’s just as hoarse as his. Wishful thinking hopes that it's because you hadn’t used it all morning, but reality tells you it’s actually the opposite: overuse. You hand him his drink, your hand trembling slightly.

He takes the drink from your hand, “So um abo–”

“We should get going, we’re already two hours behind.” You’re quick to interrupt him. While you really enjoyed last night, you don’t really know what it means for your friendship and you don’t want to think about it at the moment.

You go towards the front door and exchange your house slippers for outdoor shoes. Despite you not knowing the way to the garage, you grab your suitcase and head out the door. Jisung follows behind you, slinging his duffel bag around his torso with a large sigh. He wanted to talk about it, that much was evident, but the fact that you were so avoidant made him think that you’re regretting the whole thing.

Jisung takes out his car fob and presses a button to unlock the car. You look around to find the lights flashing on a white Kia Sportage; a four door Crossover SUV. You follow Jisung towards the trunk of the car and place your luggage inside, ignoring Jisung’s help. He frowns slightly, but stuffs his own belongings in the trunk and closes the trunk afterwards.

When Jisung slides into the driver seat, you’re already strapped in. “Do you mind if I plug my phone in? I didn’t charge it after last…” Your voice trails off, deciding against finishing that sentence. You clear your throat instead, “I can put the directions on if you want.”

“Sure,” His response to you is short. He’s not dumb, he gets the vibe that you don’t want to talk about what transpired between you two. You aren’t being very subtle about it what with you avoiding his eyes more than usual. He presses the button and brake pedal to turn the ignition on and reaches over your headrest to see behind the car, pulling out of his parking spot.

You connect your phone to the chord in the center console and place the phone in your lap, using the car’s touch screen to input the address of the hotel. The navigation pulls up a couple of routes, all similar in time. “It’s going to take us four and a half hours to get there.”

Jisung’s eyes are focused on the road in front of him, casually cradling his head in his left hand, arm resting on the car door. “Well. It’s going to be a long ride. Might wanna get comfy.” You pout, sinking into your seat with your arms across your chest.

It had been an uneventful ride so far. Your spotify had auto-played whatever playlist you were last listening to. The music is a soft hum through the car speakers, turned down low by Jisung so it doesn’t hurt your head. Even though he’s a little annoyed at you avoiding him when he’s literally sitting right next to you, he’s not cruel enough to make your hangover worse.

You sit with your arms still crossed over your torso, cradling your stomach that is seemingly fighting a war inside of you. When Jisung pulled into the highway about an hour ago, it didn’t start off too bad, but for the past fifteen minutes, the congested lanes became stop-and-go and with every gentle pull and push forward, your stomach has been doing somersaults. It isn’t the fun butterfly in your stomach feeling either, it’s the mouth salivating to prime for the possible up-chuck of whatever was in your stomach– which right now is just water and the hangover drink– kind of somersaults.

You press your forehead against the cool glass of the passenger window and lean forward to aim the a/c vents towards you, trying to cool yourself down. You’re dehydrated, hungover, nauseous, and stuck in traffic on a long drive with the guy you just met last week and had mind-blowing drunk sex with last night. You groan and roll your eyes at the whole situation.

Jisung takes a glance at you and puts his blinker on for the right lane. “You okay?”

You close your eyes and try to focus on your breathing to try and calm your stomach and keep headache at bay. “That hangover drink did nothing for me.”

“Mmm, okay, we’re going to take a small detour.” He looks back and forth between the right lane and behind the car as he merges over.

The traffic is so bad it takes another five minutes to even exit the highway. Jisung pulls into a parking lot and turns the car off. He reaches for the car door handle and stops, looking over at your form, slouched in your seat. “You want to stay in the car?” You only groan in response. “I’ll be right back.

You have no clue how much time passed when you hear the car door open up again. You dozed off a little while Jisung left to try and rest, but opening your eyes, you don’t feel that much better. You bring yourself to sit up and look over to the driver’s seat to find Jisung with a brown paper bag in his lap.

“You still feeling like shit?” He opens the bag and places his iced americano down into this cup holder in the center console. “Here,” Hereaches out to you, placing a warm cup of coffee into your hands. “Vanilla creamer for your sweet tooth.”

You smile a little at that. You bring the cup to your lips and just smelling the blonde roast of coffee helps to alleviate some of the pressure you feel in your head. You inhale deeply then exhale, your shoulders relaxing. “I’ve never loved the smell of coffee so much.”

Jisung chuckles at you and reaches his hand into the bag, taking out a brown take-out box and placing it in your lap. “That’s because caffeine restricts your veins which means the pressure of the blood in your head kind of goes away.”

“Oh, well.. Thanks.” You still feel a little awkward. You take a sip of it then place it in the free cupholder to check what was in the box that he had placed in your lap. You open it to find a pair of chocolate croissants. “You didn’t have to do this.”

Jisung shakes his head and places the bag in the backseat. “Well, you look horrible and it’s kind of counter intuitive, but having something in your stomach helps with the nausea. But one of them is for me.” He turns the car back on and heads back towards the freeway as you nibble silently on your pastry.

When the stop-and-go traffic clears away and it’s just a bunch of cars on the road all moving at a constant speed, your stomach stops flipping and your headache is bearable enough that if you just don’t think about it, you can ignore it.

Jisung taps his index finger on the steering wheel as he drives, keeping beat with the song playing over the speakers. This is the first song that’s played that he seems to have interest in, the first song he can even pay attention to since he’s no longer worrying about how sick you looked. Now that your headache is mostly gone, you reach over to turn the music up.

Miley Cyrus’ voice is distinct as she sings what you assume to be the chorus. You don’t immediately recognize it, so you assume it’s one of her newer ones. Your head starts bobbing to the music, in time with the beat and Jisung’s drumming on the steering wheel that has grown from a single finger tapping to both hands slapping the wheel. You stare out the window, watching the sun start to slowly make its descent in the sky.

You tune back into the song when the beat switches up. It’s got a more minimal instrumental than the previous part of the song, just what you think is a drum bass, snare, and high hat with possibly a bass guitar. The sudden change catches your interest.

Fingers start to dance along the figures and the shapes. Mixing all the colors like we’re making a Monet. There’s something between us that’s too major to ignore. May not be eternal but nocturnal nothing more.

Jisung’s drumming patterns keep up with the song, but you’ve started listening to the lyrics and you can’t help but to snap your eyes away from the window to him. He’s nodding his head, biting on the corner of his lip. You can’t tell if he’s thinking about the lyrics as much as you are.

Then, his head turns towards you even just a centimeter and you’re quick to reach over to press the skip button before the bridge repeats the same lines again.

Jisung laughs at you. It’s not a chuckle, it’s a whole hearted, full chested laugh. “Come on, Y/N, really?”

You clear your throat and pick your phone up, still connected to the car. You start closing down unnecessary apps that are still open in the background of your phone in an attempt to act as casual as possible. “What? What do you mean?”

Jisung looks from the road to you, then back to the road and sighs heavily, a slanted smile still on his lips. “Forget it. Nevermind.”

You look back out the window before you drift off again.

“Y/N,” Jisung’s voice startles you awake. “We’re here.”

You look around to find that the sun was just above the horizon, casting pink and orange hues into the sky and ocean. You didn’t realize it when Jisung booked it, but the hotel was a relatively close distance away from the beach. You stretch your arms above your head, letting out a loud groan as your muscles untense from the awkward position you had fallen asleep in. You open your door and step out of the car, breathing in the salty ocean air. It felt fresh and the slight night breeze felt cool against your skin.

Before you can grab your things from the trunk, Jisung already has all the bags and suitcases on him. “Let’s go check in.”

You nod and follow him into the hotel lobby. It’s a pretty nice hotel with an extravagant looking lobby. Looking around, it’s decently busy, filled with not only foreign tourists, but Koreans looking for a small vacation. You fall in line with Jisung and rub the sleep from your eyes. You take a step forward when you’re next up and accidentally bump into Jisung’s shoulder. By reflex, he quickly turns and puts an arm around you, making sure that you’re okay and that you don’t stumble over. He looks to you with his brows raised and a small smile before he turns his attention to the person at the front desk. “Checking in. It should be under Han Jisung.”

The receptionist types loudly on their keyboard and hands him two room keys in a small hotel key shaped envelope. “Single full queen room. Room 547 on the fifth floor.”

You brows knit together. “S-Single?”

Jisung shakes his head. “No, that’s not right, I booked a double.” He pulls his phone out of his pocket, looking through his emails for the confirmation. He shows it to the receptionist. “See? A double.”

The woman looks at the email then back at her screen. “Hmm. Yeah. Let me see what happened on our end here.”

Jisung and you turn toward each other with dejected looks on your faces. You’re still feeling awkward and Jisung is feeling tired from driving for nearly five hours. He rolls his neck to relieve some of the tension and takes his beanie off, raking his hands through his hair only to put it back on immediately after.

“So, I’m not exactly 100% sure what happened, however, I believe in the time that you purchased and booked the room, our systems flagged the room as double booked and it went to the other guest. You were supposed to get another email to offer the single room, but it looks like our automated email did not send and instead booked you automatically for the same price as the double.”

Jisung leans against the tall counter of the front desk and rubs his temples. “So, there’s no other room available?”

The receptionist shakes her head. “No sir. Not for the same price. Everything else would be a suite.”

“How much is the suite?”

The receptionist checks her screen. “The difference would be about 135,000 KSW”

Jisung looks to you to find you shaking your head. “Well, what do you wanna do then?”

You sigh and pull your hoodie over your head. “It’s fine.”

“We’ll just stick with our room, then.” Jisung takes the keys from the receptionist and pulls your suitcase behind him towards the elevators with you beside him.

In the elevator, Jisung presses the button for the fifth floor. “I can sleep in the car.”

You shake your head, “Let’s just see what the place looks like.”

You walk into the room and look around. It’s actually pretty small, which you figure is so that they can accommodate as many guests as they can. You step inside after slipping your shoes off at the door and walk around the small space, enough for two people. In the center of the room is the queen sized bed facing a wall of full floor-to-ceiling windows. In the corner closest to you on that same wall is a small circular desk with two chairs. The opposite corner has a couch that is so tiny, it would be an absolute pain to sleep in even for you. Right across the door that leads into the hallway on the opposite side was a closet that was left open so that you could see into the bathroom on the farthest end.

Jisung takes his own shoes off and wheels your luggage across the room and places it by the small couch in the corner. He does a really quick scan over the room and purses his lips. “So… about the car?”

You make your way towards him and sit on the couch. “You can’t sleep in the car.”

He sits next to and shrugs his shoulders. “Well I can’t sleep on this couch.”

There’s a silence that passes between you and it’s thick and it’s awkward just like the rest of the day has been between you two.

Jisung stands back up and places his duffel bag on the floor. He’s had enough of how awkward you’re being and in all honesty, you’re making the situation way more awkward than it needs to be. “Come on. Let’s go.” He extends his hand out to you.

You raise a brow at him, “Where are we going?”

“Trust me.”

You hesitate but eventually stand up, ignoring his helping hand.

Jisung awkwardly places his hand in the pocket of his hooded sweater and leads the way out the door.

Jisung takes you out on a small drive. On your way to wherever he’s taking you, you both point out a couple of places: the mall, the convenience store that you could go to if you find that you forgot something back at the apartment, a McDonald’s where you can quickly grab a bite to eat, a cute cafe that you want to try.

“Do you know where we’re going?” Your eyes watch the coast, the moonlight reflecting on the waves of the beach.

“Not really.” Jisung leans forward in his seat, searching for the right place. “I know what I’m looking for, I’m just… not sure if I can find one” You’re about to ask what he means by that, but he speaks up again, excited, “Oh, right up ahead!”

You look towards where he was pulling up to. It’s a relatively empty parking lot with tall lights barely illuminating the area. He parks his car, not paying attention to the designated lines for parking spots and walks out of the car and opens your door for you. He offers you his hand again, but this time he positions himself so that you have no choice but to take it. Eventually, you do, and he helps you out of your passenger seat.

“What are we doing?” You look at him confused as he leads you away from the car.

“Stay right there.”

You stay in place, looking around the empty lot. It looks like it used to be a building, but was torn down and is now being used as a vacant lot for additional parking. It’s relatively dark, but you’re right under the tall lamppost, casting tall shadows around you.

Jisung goes back to his car and leans over the passenger side to reach the dial of the media console, turning the music up loud enough for you to hear. He looks through his phone that’s connected to the car, searching for a slow song. The soft melody of an electric guitar plays.

Jisung reaches his hand out to you again and you shake your head, smiling incredulously. “What is this, Han Jisung?”

“Slow Dance in A Parking Lot.” He gives you a lopsided smile. While you were caught up in your own thoughts, over thinking what having sex with Jisung meant for you and the remainder of your trip and stay in Korea, Jisung was doing his best to keep things normal, even remembering a silly item on the Bucket List.

You close your eyes, smiling to yourself. You take his hand and he pulls you close to him. He places your hand on his shoulder and you do the same with your other hand. His hands rest at your waist and he starts to lead you in swaying to the music.

“Is this Journey?”

Jisung laughs a little, “Yeah. Lights by Journey.”

You close your eyes and place your head on his chest, completely following his lead. You weren’t much of a dancer, but stepping side to side was easy enough for you, and thankfully he wasn’t over complicating the steps. You sigh contentedly, and breathe deeply, inhaling the scent of his cologne.

He places his chin on your head absentmindedly. “So, Y/N, now that you kind of have to talk to me…” His chest vibrates when he talks.

“Yea?” You weren’t sure if you were prepared for this conversation.

“Are we cool?” You actually don’t expect the question from him. “Like, it happened. We can’t just ignore it.”

You stay quiet and choose to listen to the rhythm of his heartbeat instead. When he says nothing, you know he’s expecting you to answer. “Yeah but, what does that mean for us?”

“Whatever you want it to mean.”

You pull your head off his chest and stand up straight to look at him. “Whatever I want it to mean?” You give him a genuine smile. He was so incredibly patient with you and it kind of made you feel bad. You weren’t sure what you wanted it to mean. You search his eyes to find something, anything that could help you, but you don’t find it. Instead, you find comfort, which is better than any solution you could have found. You don’t answer him, instead you change the subject as the song changes over the car’s speakers into something slow, with an acoustic guitar. The singer’s voice is high pitched, feminine and soft.

If you wanna dance with me, then dance with me

“Jisung?” You speak over the lyrics, your voice loud enough for only him to hear.

“Yea?”

“You don’t have to sleep on the couch. Just… no funny business.”

He places his lips against your hair. “No funny business.”

You nod your head and wrap your arms around his neck, leaning into him more as you both continue to dance in the parking lot, basking in each others company.

“Y/N?” Jisung asks you a question this time, mirroring the way you had just asked him.

“Hmm?”

“You don’t have to decide right now.”

‘Cause if we dance, we don’t have to speak

You close your eyes and focus on the moment. You can hear the faint sounds of the waves hitting the shore. The gentle breeze doesn’t seem chilly, even as all you’re wearing is a hoodie, tank top, and sweats. The soft thump of Jisung’s heartbeat in your ear is a constant reminder of how close you two are. There’s a tickle in your stomach, a small roll in the pit of your gut, it’s faint, but it’s there.

And I know it's hard to tell, but I think I really like you

ending author's notes: It's fun reading theories that you come up with, but no hints this chapter. I really really liked the end scene and I hope you guys enjoyed it too. Small reminder that reblogs and comments are highly encouraged!

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