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hello malevolent podcast fandom. i have listened to the first 6 episodes.
#live texts i sent to my sister#malevolent#malevolent podcast#arthur malevolent#john malevolent#when i say that they traded the bb for the head btw i do not mean literally#i mean in the sense of the story
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15.12, le tits now, trent baretta
Title: le tits now ( let it snow wrapping paper used wrongly, ftw.)Â
Theme: Wrapping paper
Fandom / Character(s):Trent Baretta, AEW
Warnings: Itâs flirtatious and a little comedy. Oh and definitely over the top fluffy. Thatâs p. much it.Â
Word Count: uhhh... roughly 2k.
This is my entry to @champbucks 12 Days Of Christmas Challenge for the day.Listen.. I was shown a picture by my bb @schizoauthoressâ that I immediately took and ran with. So.. thank them for the inspo. The wrapping paper is supposed to say let it snow, but instead, itâs wrapped horribly enough that it reads le tits now. Annnyway. I went full on sexy rom com funny with this, so I really hope yaâll like it? I had way too much fun writing it.
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The baseball cap was being passed around Catering and for the most part, I ignored it. Only vaguely noticed it. Hell, if Iâm being honest, I was only halfway listening to Brandi Rhodes as she explained the ârulesâ that went along with Secret Santa.
Kris leaned in and elbowed me, whispering with a soft laugh, âI hope I get OC.â
âI donât care who I get as long as itâs not Hager. Because I canât punch him in the dick and call it a present to humanity.â I mumbled, shrugging lazily as I scrolled Twitter.
More to the point, I may or may not have been scrolling Trentâs Twitter⌠For the fourth time that day. As soon as Kris caught onto it, she smiled and teased quietly, âBut youâd really like it if you got Trentâs name.. Right?â
âI mean.. I wouldnât exactly complain.â I answered Kris, putting down my phone and looking up at her, laughing softly. I could feel someone staring at me but I didnât bother turning around. It was probably Hager again, being gross.. Again.
The baseball cap made itâs way to our table. Kris went first, pulling out a slip of paper.
âOoh.â
âWhatâs ooh? Did you get OC?â I asked, teasing a little.Â
âNo, actually.â Kris was giving me this smug little smirk. I pretty well knew she wasnât going to tell me just yet. And it didnât really bother me.
I eyed the baseball cap. âWell, here goes nothing. Please baby Jesus in the manger, donât be Hager. Donât be Hager..â I reached in and grabbed at two slips, letting the first one settle back in the hat and pulling out the second. I opened it, eyes scrolling over the writing on the page.
âOh thank god. Itâs not Hager.â I may or may not have said it a little too loud, because at the table behind us, I heard Chuck Taylor start snickering, immediately launching into an impersonation of Hager that prompted me to turn and laugh as I nodded and gave him the thumbs up.
âYou have to sound dumb as a brick next time though, Chuckie.. Manâs as dumb as a brick.â
âNoted, darlin. Who did you two get, huh?â Chuck asked Kris and I.Â
âWeâre not supposed to tell! That ruins the whole surprise!â Krisâ eyes went wide. I laughed and shook my head. I nodded my head subtly towards Kris when she was preoccupied and Chuck smirked, leaning in to whisper, âJust shove her in a room with Orange. Pretty sure itâll make both their Christmas real jolly.â
âNoted, Chucky boy.âÂ
Knowing that Chuck was one of exactly 3 people who kind of knew about my little crush on Trent, I leaned in a second later and whispered, âAny idea who got Trentâs name?â
Chuck shrugged but he waited and leaned across the aisle when everybody else was occupied or talking and muttered quietly, âIf I find out, Iâll send âem your way.â
âYeah, thatâd be great. I got Kris, but Iâve already got her a present or two.â I explained. And honestly, after that I totally forgot about the whole thing.
XXX
âWho did you get, man?â Chuck asked the question because Trent was.. In deep thought mode and hadnât been listening to at least the last ten minutes of the conversation currently going on around him. The question was enough to pull Trent out of his deep thought and Trent chuckled, raising his hips so that he could dig around in the pockets of his jeans to find the slip of paper heâd drawn earlier that night in Catering when they all drew names.
Chuck took the slip and looked at it, promptly chuckling.
âSo youâre going for it, huh?â
âMhm. Was there any doubt though, Chuckie?â
âGood. Good, man.âÂ
Orange spoke up from the back. âI got Trent.â
Trent chuckled.
âThinkin about tradin though. Found something I wanted to get Kris.â
Chuck rubbed his chin thoughtfully and filed away what Orange revealed for later. Maybe heâd run into his friend again later, when he didnât have Trent and Orange hanging around.
Orange eyed Chuck and asked, âWhoâd you get?â
âStunt. Iâll get the kid some guitar strings and a few picks or something. Thatâll be a damn breeze.â
âExcuse me, did you say you were trading my name, Orange? I thought we were buds.â Trent pretended to pout and Orange rubbed his chin, smirking as he shrugged. He sank back against the backseat and dragged his fingers through his hair. âWe are. Just thought it was time I did something.â
âYeah, same thing with me. I get it, man.â Trent explained. And he smirked to himself, because he had more than a few ideas just how he could go about what he had in mind.Â
XXX
Iâd just stepped into the hotel lobby when an arm shot out from behind the christmas tree tucked away in the corner. Iâd been just about to start swinging when I realized it was Chuckie.
âDude, what the hell?â
âI have news.â
âYeah?â I eyed him, wondering what the hell was up. When he explained that he knew whoâd gotten Trentâs name and that this person might be willing to trade, especially if I had Krisâ name⌠I nodded, smirking and giving Chuck a high five. âTake me to this person. Letâs do this. Iâm ready for things to⌠Finally come out.â
Chuck gave me this smirk that gave me the distinct feeling that there was more that he wasnât saying, but instead of pressing him for it, I chose to follow along. We wound up by the vending machines and while I waited and Chuck texted whoever he was telling me about just a second or two ago, I got myself some junk food and a few sodas for the night, promptly popping the top on a wild cherry Pepsi and taking myself a seat on the floor, my back to the machine.
About a minute later, Orange Cassidy appeared, leaning lazily in the doorway, smirking as he rubbed his chin. âSheâs the one, huh?â and he went quiet again, as if he were in thought. âYou have Krisâ name?â
âI do, yeah. I already got her presents that I want to give her⌠Hey, wait⌠Are you looking for her name specifically?â I flashed Orange a teasing grin and he shrugged, answering with a quiet âMaybe.â
I dug around, producing the slip of paper, holding it out. Orange dug the slip of paper with Trentâs name on it out of his jacket pocket, but before he handed it over, he gave a teasing smirk. âAt least youâre cool.â
âI,uh.. Thanks I think?â I dragged my hand through my hair and gave a soft laugh and as we switched names, I asked, âThis stays between us⌠Right?â
âDefinitely. See ya around. Chuck, Trentâs looking for you.â Orange nodded towards the check in desk. After another second or two of Chuck teasing me and saying that he should have known I had a thing for Trent because apparently I wasnât as good at hiding it as I thought I was, Chuck and Orange left, leaving me sitting there to finish off my Pepsi in silence as I waited on the line at the check in desk to die down just a little.
And as I did that, I scoured a few shopping sites, trying to settle on what exactly I wanted to get Trent for Christmas, while mumbling to myself audibly, âI should just show up on the night weâre to meet up face to face in a big red bowâŚâ
From behind me, I heard Kris giggle.
âSo you did get TrentâŚâ Kris mused, flopping down to sit beside me. I smiled and nodded. There was absolutely no way I was going to ruin the whole surprise where Orange willingly trading around til he wound up with her name was concerned, so for now, I saw no need in mentioning that Iâd traded.
âIt might be a little cold for your idea just now.â Kris cautioned and I gave a laugh, shrugging it off. âIt was just a thought. I think Iâm gonna get him a gag gift the first night.. Something thatâll make him blush.. Oooooh.. Hey.. do you feel like going to that adult store in town with me in the morning before we hit the gym?â
âWhat are you gonna do?â
âMassage oils. And a new neck pillow for flights. He gets the worst tension in his neck Iâve noticed..â
âFlavored massage oils?â Kris taunted, poking her tongue out at me.
I pretended to be shocked and gaped at her. âI.. Never said that⌠I mean, not exactly...â
âI know how your mind works, A.â Kris teased me gently and I gulped, blushing a little over how well she managed to call me out just now. âThat is an idea to file away for the future⌠I mean.. If this all doesnât backfire in my face.â I pulled myself off of the floor that Iâd been sitting inappropriately on, and I reached out, grabbing for the heels Iâd pretty much abandoned upon entering the building.
âStill think those new stilettos were good for tonight?â Kris was teasing me again and I laughed it off as I debated on whether I actually wanted to put them back on and have my feet screaming at me in sheer agony.Â
I quickly decided that no, no I did not feel up to that tonight.
âThey made my ass in these jeans look amazing, so yeah. Yeah I do, Kris.â I taunted, making her laugh and shake her head as she remarked, âOpposites attract is definitely true in your case, huh?â
âGod, yes.. And speaking of opposites, there he is now..â
I stared like a helpless idiot as Trent walked past with Orange and Chuck flanking him. Chuck managed to look back and catch me staring, holding up two fingers. To anybody else that wouldâve been a peace sign. But to me, that was a reminder.
I had two nights until I was face to face with Trent, revealing myself and probably, everything I felt for the guy.
XXX
âYouâre actually giving her the present.. Wrapped like that.â Chuck was trying his best to hold in laughter. Almost failing miserably, but he was trying. Trent eyed the box he held in his hand and smirked at Chuck, nodding. âI am, why? What the hell is wrong with my momâs leftover wrapping paper, huh?â
,, for starters you wrapped it so bad it reads le tits now, but hey.. You do you, buddy.â Chuck couldâve said it, but what Trent was doing was a huge deal. It was something Trent probably shouldâve done a while ago, as opposed to just keeping his feelings to himself and going above and beyond to kind of keep his distance from the girl in question unless they had to interact.
Because yeah.. While all the quiet staring and the pining going on was cute as hell between the two, it was getting to a point where the sexual tension was so heavy that literally everyone around them was suffering for it also.
âTonights night one, man.â
âThat it is, Chuck.â Trent took a long and deep breath, almost as if he were centering himself. He waited until no one was looking and made his way into Catering, over to the decorated tree that sat on top of a table in the back already loaded down with presents.
And when he knew the coast was clear, he stuck the box on the nearest pile and quickly, he walked out of catering.
XXX
Everybody was already crowded into Catering when Kris and I made our way into the room and found a seat close to the door. I let the stilettos on my feet hit the floor with a soft thud and tugged my hair free. The blazer Iâd been wearing that evening to conduct my two backstage interviews was sitting on the tabletop in front of me, right next to my travel bag.
Britt named herself Santa for the night, so she was calling out names. I was talking quietly to Kris, only half listening for my own to be called.
We were trying to anticipate who we might have gotten. I was trying to resist the urge to tell Kris that Orange had gotten her name. I was more than a little excited for her because just the sheer joy that she had over having managed to get his name was enough to make me truly happy.
I wasnât terribly worried about who might have gotten my name, because the important thing here was that Iâd taken steps to make sure I wound up with Trentâs name. That I was finally doing something I shouldâve done months ago.
Britt must have called my name more than a time or two, because I looked up to find Brandi standing over me, trying not to double over laughing as she held out a hastily wrapped gift.
The wrapping paper caught my eye immediately. Whoever wrapped it had chosen wrapping paper that was pretty.. Shiny and sparkly, with silver snowflakes and pale blue lettering. The bow tied on the package somehow did not fit the packaging itself, but honestly, I just couldnât stop staring at the way Let It Snow was turned into Le TitS now because of the way my Secret Santa had hastily wrapped the box.
I swallowed hard, getting a bit of a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach because at this point, I was at least 90 percent sure that the wrapping paper itself was a clue of some sort.
âLe TitS now, huh? Hager, are you the secret santa? Because if youâre behind this, man.. I can personally assure you, you dumb fucking Okie, you are.. Not even on the bottom of the very short list of men Iâd willingly show my tits to.â I mumbled aloud.
âWell? Are you at least going to open it?â Kris asked from beside me. Brandi was watching expectantly too and under the pressure, I tore into the gift after neatly removing the way the bow had been tied so pretty and so carefully.
I wanted to keep that.
âOoh, youâre gonna keep the bow, right?â
âItâs beautiful, Fuck yes.â I answered Kris as I gaped at the black velvet box in my hand. The other hand raised, catching in dark waves and tousling as my mouth opened and closed. âThis is.. Okay.. Let me breathe here, IâŚâ
I was at a complete and total loss for words suddenly.
And when I opened the box and spied the silver necklace with a shooting star pendant that Iâd probably made 3 trips past a certain jewelry store in the mall in town just to stare at itâŚ
Jake Hager spoke up from behind me.
âIf you want, darlin. I can fasten it.â
âEw, no! Fuck right off, you dumb Okie. Oh and if youâre the one who got me this, thanks but⌠This is as far as it goes, Hager. Youâre not, nor will you ever be⌠Seeing any tits.â
Jake gave me a blank look and shrugged, wandering off. Kris was trying not to die laughing from beside me, as were Chuck,Trent and Orange from the table across from ours. I turned to Kris and held it out carefully. âWill you put it on? Youâre probably the one other person I trust to do it without trying to cop a feel at this rate.â
âExcept the guy you wish would cop a feel.â Kris muttered, making me gaze briefly at Trent, watching as he opened the tiffany blue and white wrapped gift box that contained what Iâd gotten him.Â
When I saw the way his eyes lit up, I let out a ragged breath. Somehow, I got the feeling that heâd enjoy the controller. And the neck massager pillow that he was putting around his neck already, a goofy grin playing at his lips as he sank back against the booth and muttered aloud, âNobody talk to me. Iâm takin a nap.âÂ
I couldnât resist saying something.
âItâs.. heated, I think? Thereâs a little button on the back to turn on the heat. I..â
,, you absolute goof, what the fuck are you doing, A?â Â my mind shrieked as soon as the words left my mouth. I covered quickly, the words tumbling out of my mouth almost breathlessly as Trentâs eyes fluttered open and locked on me intently. When he licked his lips while still staring, I had to cross my legs under the table.
âIt does, huh? Awesome.â Trent flashed me that cocky grin and I wanted to melt. If I thought forming words was a bit of a struggle before, compared to now, it seemed so much easier.
âYeah.. I uhh.. I have a pink one.â I finally managed to stammer, going back to my own conversation and gushing over the necklace sitting around my neck out loud and excitedly with Kris.
I mean, it wasnât a lie. I did have a pink one exactly like it. And a red one. And Iâd actually said a lot more than usual to him tonight. Without stammering or saying the wrong thing entirely like I tended to on occasion.
XXX
âDid you see her face light up?â Trent was still on cloud 9 after watching her open the secret Santa gift earlier in the night. Now he was texting his mother to see if the gift heâd gotten her for the last night of the gift exchange had shown up yet.
Chuck spoke up, chuckling. âWas funny as hell when she told Hager he didnât stand a chance in hell, man. And then when he tried to sneak up on her under that mistletoe that Brandi put up earlier, her threatening him with her shoe.â
Trent chuckled, even though his jaw set firmly and he grumbled. Right after Jake had tried pulling that stunt, heâd gotten the guy off to himself and quickly told him if he caught him attempting it again, he was going to take him outside.
Lucky for Jake, Chuck and Orange managed to get between the two. Because Trent was personally beyond fed up of the disgusting way that Jake behaved around her all the time. She shouldnât have to threaten the guy with mase or a knee to the nuts to make him leave her alone.
No woman should.
âYou know.. You couldâve done it, man. You couldâve snuck up on her.â Chuck teased his best friend as he glanced over at him.
âIâm saving that for tomorrow, Chuck. I have a plan, remember?â
âSays the man who wrapped the gift so that it read âle tits nowâ.â Orange chuckled from the backseat.
Chuck and Orange burst into laughter and Trent grumbled, smiling and laughing as he flipped them both off. âYeah, well neither of you saw to point it out either.â
âI assumed you could read the damn packaging? My bad, Trenty.â
âI was just too caught up in getting to the arena and giving it to her, man. You know Iâve been waiting to do this a while!â Trent groaned as he let his head fall back against the headrest behind it and laughed.
âMaybe you should just let Sue wrap it this time, huh?â
âThatâs not entirely a bad idea.â Trent chuckled as he said it, texting his mom to ask if sheâd mind wrapping the present for him when it finally got to her place the next morning.
âShe knew it said that too?â he grumbled aloud a few seconds later when his eyes scanned his motherâs response text.
[ mama bear ] I wanted to tell you before you left but you were so excitedâŚ
[ mama bear ] Did she like the necklace, son? I thought it was beautifulâŚ
[ trentylocks] She loved it, mom. Was excited, doing that cute thing where she talks loud and giggles a lot, talking with her hands. Just wish me luck for tomorrow, please? Iâm gonna need it.
[ trentylocks ] She loved the bow you tied just as much, by the way. ;) She kept it. When I saw her leaving the arena, she had it tied around her wrist.
[ trentylocks] Did you still want me to invite her over for dinner?
[ mama bear] You talk so much about her, of course! I have to meet her. Make sure sheâs sweet enough for my baby.
[ mama bear ] I see you, trying to get her brownie points. But Iâm glad she liked the bow. Says a lot about her that she kept it.
Trent slipped his phone back into his pocket and started to nod off, awakening when Chuck cleared his throat and asked aloud, âSo what did you get her for tomorrow night?â
Trent smirked. âFor the actual present, I got her a photo album. Because remember that time we were in the airport and her luggage burst? And the pictures inside it went everywhere?â
âAwww, for a cranky jerk, you can be sweet sometimes, Trenty.â
âLook whoâs talkin, bigger cranky jerk. I also got her an actual warm blanket. Because sheâs always walking around with that fuzzy pink thin one draped around her like sheâs cold as hell. And roses. But Iâm not givinâ her those until weâre face to face.â
âYou giant sap.â Chuck teased his best friend as he grinned. âIf it helps, man.. I donât think you have to worry about tomorrow night going south. I think things might surprise you with how they turn out.â
âOh you do, huh? What are you now, a psychic, Taylor?â Trent asked, giving Chuck a raised brow, wondering why he got the feeling that Chuck definitely knew more than he was saying.
âNo, I just know how to read that particular girl, Beretta.â Chuck smirked, not even having to look over to know that Trent was giving him a dirty look at the reminder that Chuck had become friends with her first.
XXX
[ dad] Well, how did the secret santa go, sweetpea?
[dad] did this Trent like his present?
I smiled as I read the texts from my dad while standing in line to check into the hotel. After a second or two, I answered.
[sweetpea] He did! Iâm glad I took your advice and didnât try to go overboard. Now it leaves the romantic part for tomorrow night. Thank you, sir!
[sweet pea] remember that necklace I told you I was thinking about getting myself? The one like mamaâs? I donât have to⌠apparently, my secret santa knew somehow that I liked it and got it for me?
[ sweet pea ] But the way they wrapped the present, oh my god. I nearly died laughing.
[dad] you should call around. Find a restaurant. Your mama.. She liked cozy candlelit dinners. Just a thought.
[ dad] they did, huh? Thatâs good! Be careful driving to the hotel, sweetpea. The news said snow for your area tonight.
[sweetpea] Night, daddy. Donât stay up all night watching the news or Blue Bloods. Go to bed, sir.
I put my phone away and at the tap on my shoulder, I turned. I found myself body to body with Jake Hager. I raised a brow and bit my lip, stepping away from him as quickly as possible. âWhatâs up?â
His eyes settled on the necklace and he chuckled. âDo you really think Iâd have bought you that cheap lookin crap if I were the guy, princess?â
I glared and started to turn around, rolling my eyes. But Jake produced roses from behind his back. I eyed the roses and him and laughed as I shook my head no. âLife pro tip, Jacob.. Save the flowers for your actual girlfriend? Stop wasting your time with me. I have an ideal man and you sir, are not it. And you never will be.âÂ
âYeah? How about given a guy a chance?â
A throat cleared from behind us and a look around Jake revealed Trent standing there, muscular arms folded over his chest as he smirked at Jake.Â
âDo you have a fucking hearing problem, Hager? Or are you really that damn dense? Sheâs told you a thousand times to get bent by now.âÂ
Somehow, in the midst of all this, I wound up right between Trent and Jake.. with my back pressed right against Trentâs chest. I gulped and tried like hell to hold myself together, but it just wasnât working.
âHey, whoa.. Can we just not, boys? Please?â I knew Jake would ignore me because he always does, so when I asked the question, I chose to turn.. Body to body with Trent.. And lock eyes with him, biting my lip and giving him my best pleading look.
Because holy hell, is it awkward when people make a scene like this.
Trent was glaring, tensing up all over. But at my question, he seemed to un-tense just slightly, tearing his eyes off of Jake to gaze down at me. âYeah. Heâs not fucking worth it anyway.â
âExactly, Trent.â I muttered quietly, swallowing hard because I was lost in deep brown eyes and I knew it. And I couldnât pull myself away from him, either.Â
The clerkâs throat cleared and gingerly, I managed to finally break gazes with him and stepped back, pouting before I turned to face the front and check into the hotel.
XXX
âYou ready for this, man? Tonight is the big night.âÂ
Trent chuckled, nodding. âIt is. My mom came by earlier and dropped this off. Already wrapped.â
âYou got the roses right, buddy?â
âMhm. Over there.â Trent nodded to a dozen long stemmed red roses. Almost the same vibrant red as the lipstick she always wore.
He smoothed a hand over his hair and eyed the stupid jacket he was wearing. âThis is a bit much.â
âIt kind of is, man. A isnât.. Sheâs not into male model types, man. Just dress comfortable.â Chuck shrugged as he chuckled. Trent took off the jacket and tossed it lazily at the second bed in the room and after he grabbed his key, he started out the door.
âI wonât wait up for you, man.â
Trent paused and gave him a laugh and shrug as he stepped out and into the hallway.
On the surface, he seemed calm, but on the inside?
An actual nervous wreck.
He knew she liked the presents sheâd unwrapped in Catering earlier in the night, she hadnât been without the blanket that heâd gotten her to unwrap there for the duration of the show. And as soon as sheâd opened the photo album, she got the softest smile on her face, trailing her fingers over the cover.
Sheâd looked around the room and then gone back to whispering to Kris. But heâd managed to over hear her say that she knew it wasnât Hager, because Hager had the emotional depth of a teaspoon and never wouldâve thought to get her something as thoughtful as an actual photo album as opposed to her just tossing her photos in her luggage every time she went on the road.
Trent took a deep breath and made himself focus as he stood waiting on the elevator, goofy grin on his face.
He was meeting her at the town square because there was this huge christmas tree there and he liked the way her eyes lit up every time she saw it. It felt like time dragged at a hellish and slow pace from the time he was out in the parking lot, waiting on the Uber heâd called, to the time that Uber was pulling to a stop at the little park.
When he got out, he caught sight of her, approaching from the opposite direction. So he hung back, watched her walking past as he worked on getting himself reasonably pulled together and mentally prepared to reveal himself to her.
He let her settle in on the bench closest to the lit up tree and after a few deep breaths, he stepped out, roses in hand, clearing his throat.
XXX
[galaxybae] well? Is anyone there?
[galaxybae] are you sure this dress I borrowed was a good idea for tonight, A? I feel so damn naked right nowâŚ
[galaxybae] answer your texts woman.
[brunettebarbiedoll] not yet.. What about on your end? See anybody familiar?
I typed in the response to her first text and briefly, because i felt the sensation of being stared at intently, almost to the point of literal eye-fucking⌠It had my thighs clenching. It had me sitting up, alert and looking around, then pouting when I didnât see anyone right away. I wandered over to the lit Christmas tree, a soft smile coming as the warm twinkle of soft white lights shined on me.
I felt good about tonight. Tonightâs secret santa gifts had pretty much blown my fear and theory that Hager was my secret Santa out of the water because Hager lacked the emotional depth and the practicality to pick out the gifts that my secret Santa had chosen for me.
At the thought, I snuggled tighter into my jacket, wishing Iâd lugged the oversized plush winter white throw blanket along with me for both warmth and the comfort it made me feel.. As if I were being wrapped in a warm embrace whenever I had it wrapped around me.
And it didnât go amiss by me that it smelled familiar somehow. Like a cologne Iâd smelled somewhere, on more than one occasion.
And that thought further had me giving a soft and sappy smile over the thought of the gift. My fingers drifted upward, lingering at the shooting star charm that hung from the necklace that had been my gift the night before.
And I realized that I still hadnât answered Krisâ two other texts. I sighed and looked around again, still seeing nobody around and yet, still feeling as if I were being visually fucked somehow.
Not in bad way though. Just⌠hungry, maybe.
,, itâs just the frenzy youâve got yourself worked up into.â
I eyed my watch. I hoped my secret Santa showed themselves soon, because I still had to get through revealing myself to Trent.
And boy, was I ever a bundle of raw nerves over it.
[brunettebarbiedoll] Still nobody. I guess my secret Santa is gonna remain a secret? Either way, Iâm kind of starting to get really nervous because I still have to wait on Trent to get here and reveal myself.
[galaxybae] Donât you dare leave!
[galaxybae] Oh.. Oh.. i.. I think my person is here. Gotta go, bye!
I smiled to myself and put the phone away just as I felt my eyes being covered with something and then felt myself being turned around, what felt like flower stems being placed into my hands. I caught a whiff of the same cologne that Iâd smelled on the blanket earlier and I swallowed hard. âHey, no fair. Youâre supposed to reveal yourself, sir.â I managed to get the words out as my body brushed against hardened muscle when I was pulled closer. So much closer. And arms wrapped around my waist.
I gaped as the fabric that had been placed over my eyes was lowered and it gave way to me standing body to body with Trent. Who was staring down at me intently, this soft smirk playing at his lips.
âTrent?â
âMhm.â he chuckled quietly, a hand moving from itâs resting spot across my lower back to drag through thick dark hair.Â
I couldnât help the fit of giggles that came. He eyed me with a brow raised and when my giggle fit finally died away, I explained with a teasing smile, âI was supposed to be meeting you here to reveal myself to you.â
His eyes widened and he chuckled. âVanilla massage oil, hm?â
âIn my defense, you always seem tense?â I bit my lip as I laughed softly. I was melting into him, awestruck at the realization that my forehead hit almost perfectly at the center of his chest. He used his grip on my body to pull me up a little and I wrapped my legs around his waist, making him laugh as our mouths brushed against each other clumsily.
âWas it an offer though, hmm?â Trent questioned, licking his lips as his eyes locked on my mouth.
âPossibly. I mean, I am pretty good at massages...â I teased, daring to trace the outline of his mouth with my tongue. Which only had him tangling a hand in the hair at the back of my hair and pulling my mouth against his completely.Â
The kiss broke and we pulled apart. I climbed out of his arms and leaned against him, raising to tiptoe to press another kiss against his lips as I muttered, âAre you hungry, Trent?â
âI could eat, yeah.. Why?â
âWell, thereâs this cozy little place about a block away, I.. Kind of thought that maybe if things went okay when I had to meet you here, Iâd ask you if you wanted to go with me?â
He grinned and slipped an arm around me, pulling me into his side as we made our way down the sidewalk.
âDid you wrap the first present the way you did intentionally?â
âNo, I didnât actually.â Trent answered, giving a sheepish laugh. âDid you think I did?â
âWell, when I thought was Hager, I didnât think it was a stretch to imagine that yeah, heâd purposely done it. For the record.. If you wanted to see my tits, all you had to do was ask.â I teased, not stopping to think how suggestive what I said actually sounded until it left my mouth and I saw Trentâs jaw drop, and a flash of hunger flash in his eyes as he leaned down and muttered against the shell of my ear, âYa know⌠I might actually take you up on that, doll.â
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The thing to know going into this story is that @parlegee is the absolute greatest for giving me open-ended prompts because I feel lost when thereâs no prompt and sometimes constrained if itâs too specific, and thereâs zero chance iâd have come up with this story in either case. Now, onwards.
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Who is an opinionated teenager who canât really allow adults their weaknesses? Krishna is!
âI thought he was a great king,â Krishna says disconsolately one morning as the sun drenches golden every wall of Rohiniâs favourite room in Vasudevâs palace. The garden outside is fragrant with a dozen bushes of champaka flowers reaching for the light, and resounding with the laughing voices of Vrishni children and youths.
On such a day in Gokul, in Vrindavan, Krishna would be dancing through fields at the head of the pack, creating mischief and music in equal part. He used to come home along moonlit paths and worry Yashoda, whose heart was more tender than Rohiniâs hard-shelled own.
In the ordered gardens of Mathura he skulks into the council-chambers of kings and nobles who have survived Kamsaâs scourge, and sulks in Rohiniâs chambers.
If Krishna was even 10% less sunny than he is, heâd be in screaming fits the whole time. Rohini doesnât really know it yet, but sheâs aware of the general shape of it.
Rohini, who has missed Mathuraâs high towers for longer than he has been alive, understands his longing only too well. Among the laughing children in the garden are the sons and daughters of women she befriended as a young bride, children who have never known her, who regard her sons with awed suspicion.
âKing Ugrasena,â she asks now, careful to keep weariness from her voice. âHe was, years ago when we were young and he was in his prime. But he had a grown son who kept him imprisoned, and deprived him of the joys of consorting with his grandchildren.â
Heâs aware of the more visible wounds on the others, but heâs still. Heâs sixteen; heâs a kid; and he hasnât really learnt to accept that a lot of people just are weak.
âI meant my pitamaha King Shurasena,â Krishna says, and urgently adds, âI would not trivialise my matamahaâs suffering, or that of my parents, nor their resilience.â
Iâm very proud of this association, ngl.
âNo,â Rohini assures him. âI misspoke. You have been kind to them as to a day-old calf.â
That is praise he understands, and Krishnaâs face blooms with joy. Her wild, wicked youngest. Her poor boy, whom they have transplanted into such strange soil.
âWill you say of pitamaha too, that he has suffered much, and is an aged man to whom I ought be kinder?â
He says it as though he knows the answer already, and comes quietly to sit at Rohiniâs feet when she beckons him. If it is all so unfamiliar now to her, the floors of white stone, the fittings of brass, the plenitude of silver and gold, how much stranger must it be to him?
This is all canonical, btw, and I totally did a quick skim of Harivamsham for this fic, which may have been a bad idea, but anyway.
âWe heard his praises, when I was a child,â she begins. âThat he had been a great warrior in his youth, and was favoured by the gods. And it is true that he has had his own sorrows, with his queen dead from grief for your father, and with his eldest daughter sent to fill the nursery of a friend. Then too, without his son at home he gave your aunts in marriage to kingdoms that have not prized them as they ought be, and it is a great burden to any parent to know their children unhappy without hope of rescue or redressal.â
âHowever?â Krishna puts in, and grins wide and wicked. If she hadnât known him since Yashoda brought him to her house to play with Balabhadra, she would think him sincere.
This is still going to take a very different strength.
Well, he has been battling monsters since he was a suckling babe.
âWhen I was a handful of months older than your brother is now, and there was first talk of me wedding your father, my uncle spoke to me of the household I was to enter. Your pitamaha is an amiable man, youâve seen this already. He is chief among the Vrishni, who are not the most peaceful of the Yadavas. You are too clever, surely, to not know how a man of sweet temper might become chief of such rowdy princes?â
âHe was the man all could agree upon,â Krishna says on a sigh, and she rewards him with a hand smoothing over his hair. He wears it still in a mass of curls barely restrained by a fillet, but it is of bronze silk now, and not the undyed ribbons he had used to steal from unwary girls. Good, he's learning; to take aught from a Vrishni girl unawares rarely bodes well.Â
The Vrishni and larger Yadava politics are fascinating, and also this is bb!Krishnaâs first lesson in politics and manipulation.
âHe was given to pleasing men and creating compromises that nobody else could. It is a necessary skill, and your father had it also. Perchance he still does.â
âDo you doubt it?â
IDK about Rohiniâs mother, but mine firmly believes everyone has a quota in everything. Also I wanted to introduce her longing for her own parents early on, both for the parallel to Krishnaâs longing for his childhood and also to balance out the payoff at the end of the story.
âMy mother used to say when I had climbed too high in a tree or gorged myself on mangoes in summer heat, that we have a share in the worldâs joys and might spend it too soon and find ourselves in sorrowâs shadow.â It is strange now to think of herself as a child, when her motherâs hair has turned grey, silver, white with age and yearning in distant Bahlika without Rohini around to care for her, when she had been given in marriage to Shurasenaâs son because the Vrishni let their wives travel often and her mother could not bear to part from her for long. In the first five years of her marriage she had visited often, rarely in the seven unhappy years that followed, and never in the seventeen that have since lapsed.
âYouâve said it to us often enough,â Krishna points out, and when Rohini looks down she finds that he has turned his head under her hand and is fixing her with a stern eye. âDo you think it is the same for a skill?â
... not that Krishna is ever going to hit hard limits on his own capacity for anything, be it love or war or politics but the rest of us arenât a shard/iteration of the God who Keeps.
âThey tell me skill in war increases with every battle. I know little of war, and even your father never won Devaki with his own prowess. But a singer can sing herself hoarse, and a callous herder milk a cow dry. Your father kept himself alive while helpless, and kept your mother alive while she posed a great threat to your uncle, and he kept them together when solitude would have driven them wild.â
âYou think him brave!â
And again, [wonder woman baby.gif] Krishna is going to become someone who understands bravery beyond the physical wonderfully well, and his Momâs here to guide his first steps down that path.
He is so young, Krishna, for all his valour and all his wit. So young, even though it seems most days that he knows all the things there are to know, that they are alive only by his grace. But he is sixteen, scarcely, and she is near fifty years of age. He has hardly seen anything of the world.
âI think him clever,â Rohini says. âValiant, too, but not in the way of warriors who gain great renown in battle. He crossed the Yamuna in full flood for you, dearest, and then returned to Kamsaâs prison where he saw every day for sixteen years the spot where six of his sons had had the life smeared from them.â
This is Krishna & Yudhishtiraâs one great similarity, in my head: the wish for more brothers to hide behind. They deal with it differently, but itâs there for both.
âI might have had brothers,â he says, and flashes her an apologetic smile. âI know I have one, but even that knowledge is new to me. I never thought I could love him more dearly than I did all my life, but in this I am happy to be proven wrong. But I might have had more.â
All these lives gone to suit a fearful manâs cruel paranoia.
âKirttimat would have been twenty-five,â Rohini says, more to herself than him. âWe would have been hunting out a bride for him. Then Sushena and Udayin and Bhadrasena, what strength they would have lent us in council, perhaps in war if they more closely resembled your matamaha than your father. Rijudasa and Bhadradeha would have still been in the care of their preceptor, and Balarama preparing to take Rijudasaâs place. And then you, youngest and most indulged.â
... letâs not think about the knives in Yashodaâs heart right now.
âArenât I so still?â Krishna laughs, and she thinks that this would not fool anyone who knows it well, that it would knife through Yashodaâs tender heart were she to hear it.
Vrishnis gossip. Itâs what they do.
âYou are the jewel of Mathura, best-beloved of an entire city,â she assures him. If there are rumours, they will be quieted soon. Of course there are rumours. Rohini has not lived in the city in years, but she knows still too well how the bees buzz in their hives, how gossip sings through the streets on the fleet wings of the mynah.
âYou might have had more sons as well,â Krishna says, as though he likes the thought of being rendered insignificant by a horde of elder siblings, of being safely the infant of the family instead of the lauded hero who has battled demons and killed grown men.
Look, I never said I was a nice person.
âI would have liked a daughter,â she tells him, trading truth for truth. In Vraj she had looked at lissome young Radha and thought, if only Vasudeva had given me a child the year we were first wed. She had delighted in Radhaâs friendship with Krishna, her amused tolerance of the boy following her around and sharing her chores: rare forbearance from a woman fifteen years his senior but oh, understandable.
He got away with so so much. In the song listing out Krishnaâs hundred and eight names it says, âAyaan Ghosh dubbed him Rage Douser.â Ayaan Ghosh is Radhaâs husband and Krishnaâs uncle, and knows about their affair, fwiw.
How could anyone resist Krishnaâs laughter and his tricks and his charm? Yashoda and Nanda had never disciplined him; Rohini herself, who could rain recriminations upon stolid Balarama while the sun ran from morning to noon, faltered before she could devise a punishment for Krishna.
âYou might still,â Krishna offers. âI should like a sister.â
Older people falling in love again is My Fave. Look, I read R/S fic at a formative age.
âIf the gods will it,â she says repressively, as much to ward off her own blushes as his impudence. She has missed love, and Vasudevaâs arms around her are still the best home she has had, even though they are grey, even though imprisonment has sapped his vitality.
Ohohoho, just you wait, Rohini, heâs going to find every use possible for it and then some.
âYou missed him, all these years,â Krishna says, because he has always been far too perceptive. When he was a child he had mostly used the knowledge to ferret out butter and ghee that had been stored out of sight; what uses he will find for it in a squabbling nest of nobles hardly bears thinking of.
âIâve known Vasudeva since I was a girl climbing into womanhood and he was a boy proud of his first beard who could persuade a roaring council-hall into acquiescence. We were wed for years before Sini won him your motherâs hand,â she tells him. âOf course I did. But I had Balabhadra, and I had a share in you, and I had my duty before me.â
âDuty,â Krishna says, desolate again, and younger in his silk and gold than sheâs ever seen him in torn cotton and mud. âAnd now I must do mine, when so many have given their lives for mine.â
âSo many have had their lives won by you,â Rohini corrects, and stoops to press a kiss into his curls.
Dearest and loveliest of boys.
He smiles up at her as she straightens, but it is still a wan little thing and melts her heart as none of his sulking ever has.
âCome,â she says, âyou have months yet till you must go to your preceptor. It does you no good to intrude on your elders' councils.â
âWhat would you bid me do instead? I can hardly herd cattle in this fine city, and there seem no demons about for me to defeat.â Â He looks so quietly unhappy, her heroic son, her child who has lost the mother who raised him and cannot yet love the woman who bore him.
âYou might have had more brothers if the gods had not wished them away,â she says instead of offering platitudes he would only despise, âand it is your right to mourn them. But you have cousins you might grow to love, who will be your allies as all of you grow to take your part in grihasthashram.â
He hones right in on his eventual favourites, but alas, thereâs obstacles incoming.
âI thought they were in exile,â Krishna says, but now at last something is sparking to life behind his eyes. âMy aunt Pritha and her children, I thought they were wandering in forests with King Pandu.â
Of course he thinks first of the ones deprived of their rightful homes, the ones who might be discomfited by palaces as he is himself.
âYou have other aunts,â Rohini says in lieu of laughter. âYour pitamahi Bhojya had many children, and though King Shurasena was generous in giving them to such of his friends and cousins whoâchildlessâwere fated to roast in the hell, Puta, yet he kept his eldest son your father, and he kept his daughters Shrutadeva and Shrutashrava.â
âTheir marriages are unhappy, you said.â
âAnd yet not childless,â Rohini says carefully. âYour aunt Shrutashrava has borne Prince Damaghosha of Chedi an heir, and I must visit if your mother cannot. We may travel without too large an escort of guards.â
âYou would have me come with you?â
I just want to share the fact that family trees which start tracing lineages from the Sun and Moon still donât show what family Rohini comes from and I had to read the Harivamsam to find out. I resent this fact.
âOnly if you wish it as well. Then, too, Bahlika does not lie so very far from Chedi, and... Krishna, as you are in part my son, so too can I offer you a share in another matamaha and matamahi. My parents are old, and shall soon proceed into sannyasashram, but they are hale and they have always been happy. King Ugrasena is a great man, but...â
âMother,â Krishna says, snatching up her hands and covering them with quick, fervent kisses. âYou give me the sweetest gifts.â
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who?: Wanna Oneâs Ha Sungwoon genre: đ¸ type: bullet point, part of Christmas collab wink wonk blog navigator. ⢠part of the collab with @onlyjihoonsand@hwinkinghwi ⢠a day at Sentosa with Sungwoon + added Christmas spirit finally writing something for Sungwoon :â), never got a request for him before so Iâm happy - Admin L posted late out of respect for Jonghyun. Admins will officially return on the 25/12 Rest in peace, king. you did well. forever and always in my heart.Â
⢠Sentosa ⢠first, I need to explain what Sentosa is and what there is on that island ⢠so Sentosa is an island off the coast of Singapore, linked to the mainland by a bridge ⢠everything there is built on reclaimed land ⢠which is basically throwing sand into the sea to form a platform ⢠I think so ⢠yeah ⢠okay ⢠âbabe,â someone says, waking you up from your sleep. âCome on, wake up.â ⢠oh, itâs Sungwoon ⢠who let him into my house? ⢠WHO ⢠I NEED SLEEP ⢠oh yeah, my parents are completely in love with him so I can understand why the gladly opened the door for him ⢠Ha Sungwoon had your parents wrapped around his pinky finger ⢠he finally took a trip back to your homeland after graduation ⢠let me explain ⢠you had flown to Seoul, South Korea to further your university education and there, you met Sungwoon ⢠you guys started going out in Junior year ⢠everyone shipped it ⢠Daniel owed Jihoon $10 ⢠Jaehwan was so touched, he composed multiple songs for both of you ⢠and some were on his debut album ⢠oooh ⢠recently, the both of you had graduated university ⢠CONGRATS TO THE CLASS OF 2017 ⢠AND TO EVERYONE STILL STUDYING, KEEP GOING AND WORKING HARD ⢠YOU GOT THIS ⢠YOU WILL MAKE IT OUT ALIVE ⢠burning the midnight oil writing papers and feasting on instant noodles at 2am was all worth it to hold that 4.0 GPA in your hands ⢠uhhâŚmaybe ⢠possibly ⢠Iâm sure its GPA calculated there ⢠sorry, no wifi to check right now :( ⢠right after your graduation ceremony ⢠you ran back to your dorm, packed up whatever was left and met Sungwoon in the campus carpark ⢠he was decked out in full tourist attire ⢠floral beach button down ⢠board shorts ⢠fanny pack securely tightened around his waist ⢠and of course ⢠he just HAD to wear his Birkenstocks ⢠of all of his expensive shoes rotting in his house ⢠his Birkenstocks ⢠at least they werenât Crocs ⢠you were grateful for that ⢠at least that ⢠I have nothing against Birkenstocks ⢠I guess they just arenât my style ⢠but Sungwoon still looked like a freaking buffet so you werenât complaining ⢠heâs probably that young guy who can pull of the âdad lookâ really well ⢠you know ⢠random coloured t-shirt ⢠or polo ⢠jean shorts? kakis? ⢠white high socks tucked into sports sneakers ⢠or moccasins ⢠maybe pairing Adidas socks with Nike running shoes ⢠canât forget that leather fanny pack ⢠or a black dad hat ⢠sometimes he would trade that for a snapback or sun hat ⢠okay thatâs enough visualising weird images ⢠brain: Sungwoon with that Prince Eric black hair, golden circular spectacles, in a white button-down with the first few buttons open and tight-fitting black slacks ⢠me: SCREAMS ⢠THROWS MYSELF OUT OF A WINDOW ⢠you know that iconic Jimin black hair part? yeah, that one. that would look SO good on Sungwoon ⢠heâs sort of Jiminâs brother anyway ⢠letâs move on ⢠shall we? ⢠Sungwoon as Prince Eric though ⢠super frickinâ hot ⢠ENOUGH ⢠so you two threw your stuffed suitcases into your car trunk and sped off to Jaehwanâs mansion ⢠thatâll be Sungwoonâs carâs house for the next month ⢠some of your friends are there chilling out, still clad in graduation gowns ⢠theyâre like âwhatâ ⢠after explaining, they wished you a safe journey and kissed both of you goodbye ⢠Sungwoon left a 23-page journal on how to care for his car ⢠in case Jaehwan had no idea ⢠he was reassured when Minhyun mentioned he would be living with Jaehwan until his apartment was ready ⢠Sungwoonâs car would be safe in Minhwanâs hands ⢠hopefully ⢠Jisung and Daniel drove the two of you to the airport ⢠helping with the luggage and all ⢠Jisung pushing Daniel on the trolley thatâs actually meant for baggage ⢠snapping pictures like fansites ⢠âhi Iâm starting a Sungwoon fansite, Iâd like to call it Smolwoon.â ⢠angry chilli padi Sungwoon activated ⢠heâs so small but spicy I love ⢠ready for takeoff ⢠taken off ⢠RUN DANIEL RUN ⢠is there a sungwoon fansite with that name? please link them if it exists ⢠if not, feel free to take the name ⢠or smallwoon ⢠and tell me about it! ⢠you and Sungwoon eventually get checked in and everything ⢠after hugging Daniel and Jisung of course ⢠video calling the rest of your friends to say goodbye ⢠Jisung almost shed tears ⢠wow ⢠imagine of Seongwoo was there ⢠drama time ⢠flights are such a blessing, I personally love flying and travelling ⢠slept on the flight in Seoul ⢠woke up in Singapore ⢠hELLO CHANGI AIRPORT ITâS SO GOOD TO SEE YOU AGAIN MY LOVE BEST AIRPORT IN THE WORLD ⢠YOUâRE DOING GREAT CHANGI AIRPORT ⢠it was so cute to see Sungwoon half stumble off the plane ⢠because he had an amazing nap ⢠he emerged still sleepy-eyed and clearly freshly awoken ⢠Iâm talking bed-head, trying to cover up his puffy face with glasses and a mask ⢠but he looked refreshed and well-rested so all is well ⢠itâs important to sleep properly! ⢠says the one who stays up to 2am to watch Master Key ⢠Master Key is really addicting, Iâve never been so whipped ⢠you guys managed to get a cab ⢠around 1am three days ago, you got to your house after Sungwoon was dropped off at his hotel ⢠because your house didnât exactly have a guest room and sleeping in your room was a huge no-no ⢠so you called and talked to him until 2am ⢠how the hell did he wake early enough to get from Ritz Carlton to your home ⢠what even ⢠Sungwoon wasnât one to wake early ⢠he loved his sleep ⢠and his pre-bed skin-care routine ⢠speaking of which, his skin was effortlessly glowing ⢠hmm, must be a change of weather ⢠âBABE!â Sungwoon yelled, shaking your blanket-clad figure. âWAKE UP!â ⢠was heâŚokay? ⢠why does he want to deprive me of sleep? isnât he supposed to come and cuddle with me? ⢠:( ⢠oh! ⢠ITâS TODAY ⢠âArenât you excited?â Sungwoon whines, sitting on the edge of your bed. âTodayâs going to be so much fun!â ⢠âand tomorrow,â you mumble, still half asleep. âAre you not jet lagged? I feel like    I got run over by a truck.â ⢠SG translation: I kena truck langar ⢠Sungwoon laughs, beaming brightly, sparkling like a total angel ⢠âI am but I conquered all to come see you~â ⢠ROMANTIC ⢠heâs such a hopeless romantic but pretends he isnât ⢠just a vibe ⢠âsee,â he says, pulling up his Uber app to show you his new ride. âI even took an Uber here myself, and I spoke to the driver with slang and English.â ⢠you guys are probably using a mix of Korean and English to communicate btw ⢠itâs so fun speaking in two languages ⢠like you can interchange words into sentences ⢠and no one around you will know what youâre saying ⢠and when you speak dialect, itâs like your communicating in a secret code ⢠for me at least ⢠heh ⢠you guys never had qualms speaking in both languages ⢠for Sungwoon, who had pored over his English notes night after night so he could increase his fluency level, independently taking an Uber with a mainly English speaking driver was a huge deal ⢠friendly reminder that English is not the only language in this world and people should not be obliged to learn/speak it. ⢠it may be a commonly used language and more prominent but that still doesnât mean everyone has to abandon their culture and switch to English ⢠also, that Kpop, Jpop, Cpop, Cantopop, Bollywood, any other non-native English speaking idols/groups do not need to speak English to be valid ⢠goes for anyone for that matter ⢠:)))) ⢠let people appreciate their cultures and languages ⢠yay okay back to the story ⢠the reason for Sungwoonâs excitement and eagerness ⢠ahem..peculiar behaviour such as rising early ⢠your itinerary for today was a day at Sentosa ⢠more specifically, Universal Studios Singapore ⢠can someone please go with me? ⢠tomorrow would be Adventure Cove ⢠should there be a part two for this? tell me, please ⢠moving on⌠⢠itâs the most wonderful time of the year ⢠to visit Universal Studios ⢠well, the queues even at 10am in the morning proved you wrong ⢠but we shall backtrack a little ⢠how you got out of the house? ⢠Sungwoon practically dragged you out of bed ⢠threw you into the shower ⢠saying that he would get your breakfast ready ⢠you tried to battle the morning heat and wake up at the same time by taking an icy cold shower ⢠WAKE UP ⢠emerged refreshed and ready to roll ⢠sort of ⢠Sungwoon was sitting in the living room, talking to your parents ⢠no sucking up needed to win their favour ⢠especially since he helped to prepare your breakfast ⢠âoh babe, youâre here! I packed your breakfast in a lunch box in case we didnât have time.â ⢠so prepared I canât ⢠pulls a MOTHER ⢠Sungwoon mum mode: activated ⢠I know Jisungâs the mum but Sungwoon is probably the grandmother, mother or ĺ¸
ĺĺ [handsome uncle] ⢠flashback when Xuan described San E as ćŞĺĺ [strange uncle] ⢠Iâm cackling ⢠maybe Sungwoon could be a strange uncle too ⢠eh ⢠he strikes me as that ⢠âsee,â he says, patting a stuffed tote black. âI even prepared all the things we could need. Umbrella, raincoat, sunscreen, moisturiser, bb creamâŚoh! This is a new kind of energy drink Jaehwan recommended!â ⢠hmmmâŚ.Jaehwan recommended ⢠okay then⌠⢠your parents are SWOONING ⢠WHAT A WELL-ORGANISED MAN ⢠probably has an organiser in that tote ⢠âuhh, okay. thanks, babe. so, mum and dad, weâll be making a move.â ⢠your parents insist you update them every few hours ⢠and they take a picture ⢠like a prom picture ⢠donât blame them, theyâve only seen you and Sungwoon over Skype calls and Facetime ⢠you guys hug them goodbye ⢠âLETâS GOâ Sungwoon yells, tossing his tote into the backseat of your Rover ⢠maybe some other car because Rovers are unreasonably expensive here ⢠everything is unreasonably expensive here ⢠âVROOM!â ⢠you speed off towards Sentosa. ⢠in the ticketing queue, Sungwoon insists on applying a thick layer of sunblock ⢠you hold his mirror ⢠and then he does it on your face, purposely not blending it ⢠asian beauty standards are like: ⢠pls stop whitewashing ⢠and idolising fair/white skin ⢠dark skin is beautiful and should be deemed normal and acceptable too ⢠anyway ⢠at least he blended the cream properly before you approached the staff ⢠Sungwoon couldnât stop yelling excitedly as he entered the gates ⢠he was amazed by every single little thing ⢠CHRISTMAS SONGS ⢠CHRISTMAS DECORATIONS ⢠CHRISTMAS SPIRIT ⢠santa hats everywhere ⢠he does have Lotte World ⢠but this was a whole new universe ⢠;) ⢠Sungwoonâs hand envelopes yours and you two happily skip to the first ride ⢠âwhat about Transformers?â ⢠âsure!â ⢠honestly, the queue for this ride is so ridiculous ⢠luckily, Sungwoon keeps you entertained by taking a ton of Snapchat filtered selfies ⢠Snow filters ⢠making memes ⢠Facetiming a tired Jihoon - time difference ⢠who wishes he tagged along ⢠he screams a lot during the ride ⢠and screams after about how much fun he had ⢠you two go on a couple more rides ⢠got chased by a T-rex and got a birdâs eye view of the park ⢠burnt to a crisp by a fire-breathing mummy before the roller coaster plunged backwards ⢠went on a safari adventure and nearly got eaten by a crocodile ⢠these are some of my favourite rides tbh ⢠went along for a boat ride with Madagascar animals ⢠âyo Sungwoon are you sure youâre tall enough to ride this?â you tease playfully. ⢠he pouts ⢠yells a bit ⢠before securing his red baseball cap on his head and confidently marching into the queue ⢠âwatch me.â ⢠âsmall is spicy.â ⢠after, you guys ended up buying ice cream ⢠salted popcorn in a Minion container ⢠Sungwoon calculated the expenses to the very cent ⢠heâs either the guy to drop $1000 in a blink of an eye with no hesitation ⢠or drop his friend off before the ERP [a system you pay - using cash card - to use a certain road via vehicle] because he wants to save that $2 ⢠this happens to my friend irl lol ^ ⢠you guys even purchase matching Santa hats ⢠even though those at the mama shop are SO MUCH cheaper ⢠Sungwoon persuades you to buy matching shirts too ⢠âuhh are you really sure you want to buy that shirt for Guanlin?â you questioned, pointing to the shirt in Sungwoonâs hands he got from the childrenâs section ⢠âoh shush I know my son through and through, heâll love it.â ⢠ââŚ.heâs almost 18 soon-â ⢠ânope!â Sungwoon exclaims, clamping a hand over your mouth. âNo, no. His 8th birthday just passed.â ⢠poor Guanlin ⢠Sungwoon and Jisung are going to feed him banana milk for the rest of his life ⢠âwhat about Daehwi? Heâs your son too.â you point out his bias ⢠ââŚwell, heâs Jisungâs son right now because the sun is still out but I should buy my babies matching shirts too right?â ⢠âbabe, help me choose one!â ⢠you guys spend at least half an hour haggling over shirts ⢠which colour one would match Daehwiâs skin more? ⢠wait, this is the exact colour of Guanlinâs eyes! ⢠âŚthis t-rex reminds me a lot of my sons ⢠bet, Guanlin looks like this when he wakes up ⢠*ends up spending much more than anticipated* ⢠Sungwoon takes a brave step and agrees to ride the Battlestar Galactica:  Human Vs Cylon ⢠two of the major roller coasters here ⢠âwoon, are you sure youâre over 125cm? you need to measure your height againâŚâ ⢠*167cm* ⢠âHAHâ he grins triumphantly ⢠sighs ⢠is confident ⢠and brags about how he loves roller coasters ⢠until heâs standing behind the metal gate, waiting for the cars to come back and all the screams from the previous riders can be heard ⢠âuh babe are you sure you want to sit in the first carriage? I can always ask them to change our seats if youâre scared.â ⢠*bats eyelids* ⢠you nearly fall for it ⢠then, you gently push him to take his seat ⢠âWAIT NO MY THING ISNâT CLICKING SHUTâ ⢠a staff has to help him secure his barrier ⢠he takes a deep breath ⢠âIâm more nervous then when it was my debut-â ⢠*yelling begins* ⢠*yelling pauses* ⢠Sungwoon nearly passes out ⢠after,,, âTHAT WAS SO FUN LETâS GO AGAIN BABE.â ⢠you guys stay there until almost closing time ⢠cue staff trying to chase you out ⢠âthe night is still young.â ⢠so, you take a trip to Siloso Beach to watch the sunset ⢠munching on fries ⢠you rest your head in Sungwoonâs lap, his hands playing with your hair ⢠the waves crash against the beach, the sunlight glimmers against your skin ⢠âthis is so different from KoreaâŚâ Sungwoon mutters, almost to himself ⢠he kisses your forehead affectionately, causing a smile to pull at your lips ⢠âI like spending this kind of Christmas with you too.â
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