#Anyway. Without the laughing track and the set and anyone else fiddling around their relationship just hits different.

[twolostsoulsinnovember]

#cc babcock #niles the butler #niles x cc #cc x niles #the nanny #c.c. babcock #This set is extremely personal to me. #I worked on it for months and really put my heart and soul into it. #I don't think I will ever top that one. #The song that I used will always remind me of them. #I discovered it while I was reading my all time favorite fanfiction. #It just elevated the story and it cut deep. #I actually wanted to make a video with it. And I still might. #Anyway. Without the laughing track and the set and anyone else fiddling around their relationship just hits different. #I am looking at gif three and just can't stop thinking about THAT kiss. #They are beautiful. #OTP: Very complicated relationship

[elskamo]

Aleduncan Week, Day 2

How on earth did I write over 1300 words for this!? It’s Day 2 of Aleduncan Week so I’ve combined the prompts for Coming Out, Confessions, and Pride. This one hints at some darker stuff in places but is otherwise pretty positive towards the end. I’ve also referenced a few popular ships and headcanons throughout too. I really hope you guys enjoy this one, it took me so long to finish:

To say Total Drama hadn’t aged well was an understatement. As the show’s ten year anniversary was coming up and Chris went into overdrive trying to create a big enough buzz to warrant another season much of the contestants past behaviour was dredged up again. Homophobic remarks, transphobic jokes, there was even a passionate argument from one news outlet around deliberately queerbaiting audiences and refusing to acknowledge contestant’s LGBT+ identities on the show. The backlash became so great there was only one thing to do…

Duncan kept his hoodie up over his head as he stomped over to the float. He couldn’t believe Chris was making them do this. He could have made a half-assed apology on social media or talked to a journalist about how ‘it was a different time back then’. But no, he had to make a huge show of sponsoring one of the biggest Pride events in the country and buying a whole damn float for the old castmates to ride during the parade. So maybe Duncan had contributed to some of the controversies on the show… okay, he’d been responsible for a lot of them, but did he really have to take part in some glorified publicity stunt to make up for it? It was ten years ago!

As the young man weaved his way through the swarm of people he finally reached his old teammates getting ready. He immediately noticed Geoff and Bridgette together stringing some lights up on the side of the vehicle but who was that other guy with them and why was he holding Geoff’s free hand? DJ wandered over to help the group, but his look was a lot gloomier than Duncan remembered; his entire outfit was coloured black, white, grey, and purple. Had he gone goth or something? Glancing around he recognised Owen and Noah talking to some guy in a leotard and another dork with glasses, neither of which Duncan could place. Owen was doing his usual touchy feely crap, but Noah was being surprisingly cool about it, he was even smiling! 

Walking away from what was possibly the creepiest thing he had ever witnessed in his adult life Duncan doubled back, hopefully he could just hide out in the public bathroom and no one would notice he hadn’t shown up. Even with all the noise around him he could still hear giggling coming from the women’s room. Rolling his eyes the former convict made a beeline for the men’s room until another round of giggles made him stop in his tracks. He knew that laugh… Staring down the door he gently pushed it open, his eyes widening in shock as he witnessed Courtney and Heather making out against the countertop.

The door slammed as Duncan let go, bolting as far away from the scene as possible, pushing and shoving anyone that got in his way. Why did he bother coming? He shouldn’t be here, he couldn’t handle this! The whole world felt blurred as he ran, it was only when he slammed into something hard that his vision began to clear. Blinking away the tears he hadn’t realised were falling he found himself face to face with one of the last people he wanted to see.

To his credit, Alejandro hadn’t made a big deal about the situation and for that Duncan was grateful. The two were sat in one of the big chain coffee shops nearby, Alejandro insisting that the two of them had time to spare and of course he didn’t mind paying for drinks. He was sat opposite him now in the booth, calmly sipping his tea in silence while Duncan huddled up even more in his hoodie, as if the dark garment would hide him somehow. After ten minutes without any talking he finally spoke up, “You know our ex-girlfriends are sucking face right now don’t you?”

Alejandro raised his eyebrow, “Well they have been dating for almost six years.” Noting the look of shock on Duncan’s face he continued, “They ended up rooming together at college, they made amends with each other, and when Heather came out we broke up and she asked out Courtney. They make a pretty cute couple.” Duncan frowned in confusion, “So they’re both... lesbians?” “Heather’s a lesbian, as far as I know Courtney identifies as bisexual.”

Duncan leaned back, seemingly trying to process that information, “But everyone else is still straight, right?” Alejandro held back a laugh, “Some people still identify as straight. Some have come to terms with their identity or are still exploring it. A few of us were already out during the show but are more open about it now.” He gestured towards his tank top which Duncan finally took notice of, it looked like a pink, yellow, and blue flag though Duncan had no idea what the colours meant. “The show wasn’t really the most… accepting place to talk about this kind of thing. One or two of us might bring it up our dating lives or lack thereof off camera otherwise we just didn’t mention it. The producers pretty much axed all the footage they deemed ‘unsuitable’ anyway.”

There was a clear edge to Alejandro’s voice that caught Duncan off guard. The other man took a large gulp from his drink while the delinquent stared down into his still full mug. Duncan fiddled with his jacket zipper for a couple of minutes while the silence set in once again. His brow furrowed as he seemingly came to a decision, his eyes stayed focused on his drink as he spoke, “Sorry I don’t really get this kinda stuff, it’s never really come up before.” “Never?” “My family don’t talk about it. I mean, a few of them were discussing the whole gay marriage thing in America a couple years ago but…”

As Duncan trailed off Alejandro sat up in his seat, his companion still examining his untouched coffee. Choosing his words carefully he asked, “So do you still see your family often? Or have you moved in with a partner or…?” Duncan chuckled but he sounded far from amused, “No I’m still at home, went straight back to my childhood digs once my sentence was over. I haven’t really seen anyone since I got out, never got round to it I guess.” “Not still hung up on Courtney then?” “Oh god no!” 

The two of them laughed humourlessly when Duncan finally looked Alejandro in the eye, “Honestly I wasn’t really all that sad when we broke up for good. I mean, yeah I missed having her around, but I wasn’t upset that the relationship was over. I don’t think I ever got upset during any of our splits. I didn’t really care when Gwen dumped me either…” A flash of understanding passed between them and Alejandro reached under the table to squeeze Duncan’s hand, “You know, it’d be good for you to join us today. Get some fresh air, see your old friends, get some closure. You might even have fun.”

Duncan hesitated and pulled back, leaving Alejandro’s hand hanging, “I don’t know, it’s kinda overwhelming out there, I should probably-” “One hour!” Both men jumped a little at Alejandro’s outburst, it seemed he’d even surprised himself. Clearing his throat Alejandro lowered his voice, “The parade is only an hour long, you could always stay with me while we’re out there and if you still wanna go… we can chill at my place for a bit?”

Alejandro silently cursed himself until Duncan gently tugged the zipper down on his hoodie, revealing his blank T-shirt, save for the little rainbow flag in the centre. “Let’s… get this over with I guess.” Duncan laughed awkwardly as the pair got up to leave. Taking a deep breath at the door the two men smiled at each other as Alejandro led Duncan back to the float. This time when he took his hand Duncan didn’t let go.

#total drama #total drama aleduncan #aleduncan #aleduncan week

[bellygunnr]

you’d finally like to learn ch.7

you're 30 minutes late to work. you're not sure if that matters once you get inside your shared office because both of your esteemed colleagues are on the floor, rummaging through old files and folders. the filing cabinets that held these piles are practically disassembled-- the drawers are arranged haphazardly around Vance and Kleiner. you skirt the edges of the mess, setting your tray of apology coffee on your desk.

they don't notice you.

and you don't really... care. not right now, anyway. the sheer amount of mess on the floor makes something in your brain cringe-- where the hell did they start? where do they end? what could drive them to such urgency as to destroy the carefully ordered backlog of studies and research? had there been a memo you missed about this?

well, if you had missed it, you sure as hell weren't going to look for it. you knew what you wanted from life, and it wasn't this. besides, it wasn't like they had explicitly--

you stop yourself. there's order to everything, provided you have the wherewithal to create it yourself. you could insert yourself between them, make your presence known, but that's...

what am i willing to put up with today? you ask yourself. i don't think it's this. i have a better idea.

you take a long drag of iced coffee, letting the slightly bitter notes cauterize your decision. then, as silently as you arrived, you walk right back out of the office.

if they really need you, they'll call. you'll check back in a couple hours at the very least.

-

the Black Mesa ventilation system was, predictably, a labyrinth. its tunnels were narrow but sometimes opened up into larger canals or turned right into slowly whirling fan blades that pulled or pushed air. you peeked out of every grate you came across- even though you've been in here an hour, you haven't left Sector C. familiar AnMat labs and offices peer back at you.

your shoulder catches on a metal corner as you cut it too close. one shaft narrows dramatically, forcing you to tuck in your elbows and bow your head. you wonder how barney crawled his way through here-- even though you were taller, he was broader by a mile. would his shoulders even fit in the vent you entered through?

you bow your head at the thought. barney had really nice shoulders-- you had the pleasure of seeing them bare exactly once so far, whilst he was helping you with weight training. his muscle was evident, but he wasn't hard angles and flat planes. no, barney had dangerous slopes and curves, soft in appearance but firm in actuality.

well, you imagined they were firm. his hands certainly were as he corrected your form or patted you on the back. at certain angles, you could see the stretch marks patterning his upper arms. a strange pattern of old scars decorated his stomach too-- that piqued your curiosity, but it hadn't been the time to ask, nor the time to pry.

you shake your head. the vent shafts had opened back up, enough so to permit you sitting upright. that probably wasn't a good sign. you peek through the slats of a grate, one conveniently placed underneath you.

unfamiliar corridor with nonsense wall markings.

definitely not Anomalous Materials.

i should turn around, you think, now that i have the space. but i don't remember how i got here.

barney's not even here and he's still distracting me, you think despairingly. aren't i supposed to be nearly 30? what the hell am i doing?

maybe this is how all first crushes or infatuations worked. now that you were settled down, accepted (mostly), and comfortable somewhere, it was time for you to latch onto the first friendly man you met and wonder if his lips were as soft as they looked. sure, you had had flings and such in grad, but they were just that-- flings. you only ever performed touch n' go's with people in the past.

you were scared of commitment. relationships were a minefield of expectations, implications, and social rules you understood less than the standard set. besides, you had committed before and gotten hurt.

more than once, it had been a trick or a joke or misfired signals. data suggested it would happen again, but as you had considered before, barney calhoun was a brand new variable. maybe he would be the one to break the pattern.

the next grate you peek through has a face staring back at you.

it's awfully familiar.

-

on some stroke of luck, it's barney to find you, which you're unsure how to feel about beyond embarrassed. after all, he had been the one to occupy your thoughts for the past 30 minutes. stained mental images of his shoulders and stomach flash helpfully in your mind, causing you to blush. it takes far too long for you to catch what he's saying.

he's gotten good at sign, at least.

"I was exploring," you say, cutting him off. "You gave me the idea."

"Did I?" Barney asks, laughing a little. "What, when we met?"

you nod, scratching your beard. you forgot to trim and shave this morning.

"Do you know how to get back?"

"Probably," you say. "Where are we?"

just as you finish signing, a deep vibrating hum overtakes the corridor. it grows in volume and intensity to the point of settling in your bones, but it's over just as quickly as it began. surprised, you look at barney for answers.

he looks... uneasy.

"They call that the test chamber. No idea what's in there, but I wager it's got somethin' to do with aliens, y'know? But you ain't supposed to be here without clearance, Doc," Barney explains, his voice suddenly patient but edged. "Hey, you wanna see the HEV suits? There's a couple still in there." He jerks his thumb behind him, that phantom edge gone and replaced with a goofy, eager lilt.

oh.

you try not to react too overtly. so this is where you'd be spending your days in the next few months? you nod, slightly excited, somewhat apprehensive.

"Great! Walk with purpose, Doc. It's on this way."

and so you fall into step behind him, striding "with purpose." barney leads you directly to a slightly closed-off room that drops off a level. within its confines stands a large contraption that further contained three pods. two were lit green and full, the third empty, shining red.

the HEV suits-- Hazardous Environment suits-- seemed to float within their pods. bright orange armour, black, indeterminable material underneath, with heavy gloves, boots, and helmets to match. you fiddle with your glasses uncertainly. despite being selected, you hadn't seen one in person yet.

they were rather unassuming to some degree, nothing belying their capabilities beyond protection. they also looked far lighter than the booklet you received suggested.

briefly, you wonder if the test chamber is where you would also undergo the looming "hazard training" in a few months.

"Got a good look, Gordon? Here, you can take this vent back to AnMat. Don't worry, I won't let anyone know you were here," Barney says, grinning good-naturedly. he pries off the grate, ushering you inside.

"Before I go," you say, clasping his shoulder and bringing him around. "I want to tell you something. Can we get drinks at my place tonight?"

barney blinks in surprise, then wiggles as he grins and nods. "'Course, Gordon! Shoot, I'm off at seven tonight. That good?"

you nod. that was perfect. without saying anything else, you fold yourself up and disappear into the HVAC system once more. hopefully, no one will have noticed your absence.

-

the grate leading back into the office falls with a messy clatter onto the smooth tile. you flinch at the sound, it grating on your ears, but force yourself to drop down after it. the impact goes straight through the soles of your shoes and into your ankles.

it hurts, but you're rewarded with two startled shouts, then laughter.

"Gordon! Goodness, I was wondering where you were," Dr. Vance says, chuckling. he's standing behind you, so you slowly turn around, glasses still held to your face. "How long were you up there?"

"Lost track of time," you say, shrugging.

"What on earth were you doing in the vents? Do you know how dangerous that is?!"

you wince. Kleiner. carefully, you put your back to your desk so you can better face your coworkers. on some level, you note that the mess of files and folders is gone. cleaned up, vacuumed back into their cabinet home.

"Look at you. You've got dust and all sorts of muck on your coat. You didn't get hurt, did you? Did you get lost?"

Kleiner has his hands on his hips even as he frets over you with a restrained fatherly aura. you entertain throwing barney under the bus very briefly, but decide against it.

you were 27. not 12.

"I only got a little lost," you admit, smiling faintly. "I ran into Barn. I think a few more runs and I'll have the layout memorized."

"Let the man breathe, Izzy. Say, did you find the route into Kleiner's lab?" Dr. Vance steps in, smiling with that always-easy expression. at your nod, he laughs heartily. "Very good! Maybe now we won't have to wait for ol' Calhoun to rescue him from lockouts. Was that your goal?"

you shrug, rubbing the back of your neck, suddenly anxious at the attention.

"Calhoun, bless his soul, is going to lead to my early death," Kleiner laments, shaking his head.

that doesn't sound very fair on barney. you scratch at your beard, the bristles rough under your fingertips. how much did you need to explain your actions?

not really very much.

"How was work?" you ask instead. they both launch into recounts of their day, which mostly involve trying to find an old study that corroborated a present-time experiment. you don't mention that the entire database is digitized.

sometimes, even paper gets lonely.

-

before you leave for the night, an hour shy of your meeting with barney, Eli Vance pulls you off to the side. you worry slightly, gnawing at your lip.

"Could you let Barney know that I might need him for some babysitting soon? My wife and I are going to the cinema this weekend, and he's usually my first option," the doctor explains, looking giddy at the mere thought.

you release a relieved breath.

"Sure," you say slowly. "I'll tell him tonight."

"Great! Thanks so much, Gordon."

-

Barney raps his knuckles across Gordon's door, sharp and brief, then rolls back on his heels, shifting his weight with uncharacteristic uncertainty. Gordon had looked awfully serious when asking if they could get drinks. Either something terrible had occurred, this was a love confession, or something else entirely.

He wouldn't really mind if it was a confession. Gordon was cute, and he was gay.

Then again, he had no way of knowing how Gordon swung, if he swung at all. He'd hate to strain their burgeoning relationship with an errant crush, but there was always the hope it would fizzle out in time. Not that they ever did.

He was a hopeless romantic in that regard. Things always looked sweeter when you could never have them.

The door opens, squeaking slightly on its hinges. Gordon smiles down at him with shining eyes, looking far more casual and relaxed than he had earlier today.

"Sorry I'm late, Gordon," Barney says, stepping in after him. "Tram takes a bit to traverse this place, y'know?"

Gordon nods in agreement. "Don't sweat it. I got takeout and drinks for us, is that alright?"

"Always is, boss," Barney says reflexively, grinning. Already he can smell the scent of the food-- boxed up and ready on the kitchen table. He hangs back while Gordon goes about divvying up the food.

Before he hands Barney his plate, however, a booklet makes it there first. It's not very thick, stamped with the Black Mesa logo, and entirely black and white.

The table chair squeaks against the tile as he finagles it underneath him.

"Hazardous Environment Suit Introductory Manual?" Barney reads aloud, blinking. "Shit, are you gonna be doin' Hazard stuff, Gordon?"

That was big. Had to be, right? Gordon was already impressive with his PhD and decisive career at 27, but this was like icing on the cake. All he knew about HEV guys were rumors and hearsay, but this suddenly made them feel very real.

"I might be," Gordon says, chewing on the inside of his cheek. "I have to pass some tests first. It's supposed to be secret, but..."

Well, then.

Barney picks through his food as he mulls this over.

"Then it's our secret," he says, pointing his chopsticks at Gordon. "And we're gonna keep trainin' that hot bod so you won't fail."

At that, Gordon's pale face goes entirely too red and he chokes on his latest morsel of food. Barney claps him on the back while trying to repress laughter, mussing up his hair once the danger is clear.

"Don't die on me yet, Gord," Barney teases, his own face dusted pink. God, he really just said that out loud.

#half life #freehoun #barney calhoun #gordon freeman #posting this because i cant get out ch18

[kazcaldwell]

lovable jock x dumb is good x the heart

@murderclubhq

NAME.

FULL NAME: Kazran Caldwell PREFERRED NAME/NICKNAMES: ‘Kaz’ to a majority of the world. His sports bros call him ‘Caldwell’.

APPEARANCE.

FACECLAIM: Tyler Posey SEX: Cisgender male HEIGHT: 5′10, pretty average. WEIGHT: around 160 lbs. a little lighter when it’s baseball time and a little heavier in the winter during bulking season. BUILD: he’s generally lean and muscular, with a little more muscle definition in his thighs and calves. HAIR: short and black. he would grow it out but his mother makes him cut it regularly. HANDS: big hands for holding many balls. occasionally sports a big ink stain on the side of his right hand from an intense drawing sesh. too often has dirt caked under his fingernails. his hands always smell vaguely like a baseball glove. SCARS: a few, on his knee and calf, and a good one by his elbow. they’re all from various sports injuries, except the one across his hip that came from the time johnnie convinced him it would be a good idea to parkour over a barbed wire fence. CLOTHES: absolute sports bro garbage trash. ratty, dirty sneakers and white socks that come up a little too far. basketball shorts or track pants. jeans on only the most special occasions. his shirt is usually a jersey of some sort, and he’s rarely seen without a baseball cap (backwards, naturally). OTHER FEATURES: dimples! he has the most adorkable dimples when he smiles, which is most of the time. he also has a stick n poke tattoo on his wrist that his bff johnnie gave him - a poorly rendered skull and crossbones.

SPEECH.

VOICECLAIM: if Tyler Posey was a good southern boy ACCENT: slow and southern. LANGUAGE: english and spanish. his spanish pronunciation is inhibited by his deeply american accent, much to his mother’s chagrin, but he is fluent. ARTICULATION: he often has to search for a word or way of phrasing something in the middle of a sentence, but when he finds it, he says it with confidence. EDUCATION: kaz’s vocab is a lot of slang, peppered with ain’ts and y’alls. sometimes he’ll surprise the room with a three-syllable word but it’s always a shock when it happens. LAUGHTER: loud and often, from deep in his chest. has probably teared up from laughing more than he’s teared up from crying.

MANNERISMS.

FACE: his heart is displayed right on his face, in flashing neon lights. he’s often accused of having a case of the puppy dog eyes. HANDS: he fiddles a lot. he has a hard time keeping still, and his hands always need to be doing something. he doesn’t use them to talk, but he’ll be spinning a pencil in his hand mid-conversation for sure. LEGS/FEET: similar to his hands, he’s generally tapping and bouncing his leg to get out the pent up energy. EMOTIONAL OUTBURSTS: the happier and more excited he gets, the louder kaz is. he has no concept of his own volume and the halls of normal secondary are often blessed with echoes of him yelling, “BRO!”. when he’s upset, however, it’s quite the opposite. he withdraws and grows quieter. HABITS: kaz can’t stand the quiet, so if there’s a silent room, he can often be heard making beatboxing noises under his breath. PERSONAL SPACE: kaz has no concept of such a thing. anyone in the vicinity should prepare for him to barge into their bubble without the slightest thought.

HEALTH:

DIET: as a growing sports boy, kaz eats quite a lot. mostly protein, but when he’s not trying to be ultra fit for baseball, he’s a snack fiend. SLEEP: as a kid, growing up in a graveyard gave him frequent nightmares. he grew out of them, but his sleep cycle never really recovered, and he wakes up easily throughout the night. EXERCISE: every morning before school, he goes on a mile run. on the weekends, he does it for longer. he hits the gym to weight train whenever his team does but he doesn’t usually seek this out on his own. he’s more of a runner. CLEANLINESS: he’s a dirty, sweaty boy because he spends all of his time outside. his mother is unsure if he owns a piece of clothing without a grass stain on it. ODOR: general boy stank masked with the strong scent of old spice. NARCOTICS: although his friends dabble in recreational drugs, kaz is a good boy who doesn’t touch anything stronger than weed. he’ll even pass on that if he’s got practice or a game the next day. ADDICTIONS: baseball.

PERSONAL.

INTROVERT/EXTROVERT?: extrovert as hell. he hates alone time and will bug his friends to be in their presence no matter the time or day. OPTIMIST/PESSIMIST: annoyingly optimistic. he’s like the bard of the group. when he’s sad, he has his moments, but it isn’t difficult for him to jump back to the glass being half full. SEXUALITY: straight-ish as far as he knows. he’s only ever dated girls, but there was that one time he woke up to his best friend’s hands on him. johnnie claimed he was half asleep and thought kaz was a girl, so it was whatever. he doesn’t think about it a lot. romance has never been a focus of his and he generally only dates because it’s a thing everyone else does. ROMANTIC: kaz has a huge heart and he can be super romantic. he’s that way with everyone he meets. PLANNING: kaz would rather rush into a situation and figure it out on the fly than stand back and make a plan. if he’s forced to rely on others before he can act, he likes to get the ball rolling by throwing out a million suggestions until one sticks. INTUITION: when it comes to the game, kaz has great intuition. it’s like he knows what the other team is going to do before they do it. he trusts his gut, and he brings that with him in real life situations as well. GOALS: more than anything, kaz wants to get out of normal and explore the world. his way to do that is through baseball and a potential scholarship, which he is very close to achieving. INSECURITIES: he takes most things in stride, but he can be insecure about his intelligence. especially with the murder club, he often feels like he isn’t contributing or helping the cause. he internalizes a lot of it and tries to put himself out there anyway, in the hopes that he’ll accidentally do something right. PHILOSOPHY: the caldwell family is not particularly religious, at least not more than their neighbors, but they are very traditional. they have a lot of beliefs about the sanctity of life and death. kaz is far more hedonistic/utilitarian in that he does what makes him happy in the moment and disregards whatever it might mean for his afterlife.

RELATIONSHIPS.

PARENTS/GUARDIANS: kaz lives with his biological mother and father, but he doesn’t have a close relationship with them. they’ve always been distant and mostly allowed kaz to run off and do his own thing. they’re responsible parents, if not emotionally neglectful. FRIENDSHIPS: being a popular guy, kaz has a large social circle. he’s closest to the other guys on his baseball team, particularly johnnie ward, his best friend. after his brother’s disappearance, kaz has been distancing himself from his regular crowd and spending more time with the murder club. ANNOYANCES: kaz is the ultimate peace keeper. he rarely thinks that anything is worth fighting over and always tries to see things from the other person’s shoes, when he can. the only thing an argument is ever good for is entertainment when you’re watching two people go at it and you know you’re not involved. ADVERSARIES: kaz is more forgiving than he should be. he takes most things in stride, so it would be difficult to do anything so heinous that you lost his friendship. anything involving his brother is a good way to get him riled up. STRANGERS: kaz treats everyone he meets very familiarly, like they’ve been best friends for years. FUN STUFF: he does the standard teenage boy stuff with his pals. they play video games, trash other people’s houses at parties, hit each other with sticks, etc. he’s very active and hands on so he rough houses with his friends a lot. BEST FRIEND: johnnie ward is his bff and has been for a long time. johnnie is like the mr. hyde to his dr. jekyll - the one who always drags kaz along to do the dangerous, slightly illegal things. WORST ENEMY: at the moment, kaz’s worst enemy has to be the sheriff and the rest of the police force. although he’s generally always been on good terms with them due to his sports prowess bringing renown to normal (johnnie often shoves kaz at the cops when they get into a spot, so he can smile their way out), he can’t forgive them for the lazy, uncaring way they’ve handled his brother’s disappearance.

INTERACTIONS.

GROUPS: the more the merrier. kaz loves having people around him and thrives in group settings. he’s the guy at the party who keeps hopping between different social groups to interact with everyone he can. OPENNESS: it’s a 50/50 situation. there are certain things that kaz keeps very private, that he’s unwilling to talk about. he’s so bent on keeping it positive that he doesn’t often share the deep stuff unless he’s doing so flippantly. however, there isn’t a lot that he takes seriously enough to treat this way. GENEROSITY: kaz would probably give both his kidneys if someone really needed them. he grew up lower class (not as much as the wards, but enough) so he doesn’t have too much to share, but he shares it all the same. JEALOUSY: romantically, kaz is not the jealous type. he’s so socialable himself that he couldn’t imagine getting upset if someone else was the same way. the only thing that’s ever really made him jealous is seeing the way his more well-off teammates live. they can afford the nicer cleats and have more time to spend in the weight room, etc. etc. he’s seen how it takes him more work to stay at the same place as them and wishes it were easier. TEMPER: generally patient as a saint, if only because most stuff either flies over his head or is taken in a positive manner by him. his temper has gotten worse recently, but it’s still very tame. AFFECTION: kaz’s way of showing affection is through touch and time spent with the other person. he’s very affectionate with all of his friends, always boosting them up and being their hype man. a total team player. DISTASTE: if he dislikes someone, he simply becomes the opposite of himself. cold, robotic, generally antisocial around them. ETIQUETTE: polite enough. his mama raised him to be a gentleman so he acts accordingly, but he can’t help being a little rude around the edges without realizing so. RESPONSIBILITY: he feels responsible for everything. he’s always been extremely independent, as his parents left him alone to take care of himself and then eventually his brother, so he sees himself as the one who has to handle it all. if something doesn’t go right, he feels like it’s his fault and internalizes the blame. he projects his bad feelings onto others when they’re bad, if only because he has a hard time processing them. CONFIDENCE: kaz is very confident in most aspects of life, aside from anything to do with academia. he rolls with the punches. HONESTY: honest, but never in a way that intentionally hurts someone else’s feelings. he will occasionally blurt out something that’s honest and rude, but it’s usually accidental and he tries to put a positive spin on most stuff. LEADER OR FOLLOWER: follower, and pushover. kaz’s friends could get him to jump off a bridge if they really wanted. he likes to go with the crowd, to feel like his belongs. FLIRTING: if kaz is speaking, he’s flirting. ATTENTION SPAN: poor. he’s very easily distracted. the only place where he’s super focused is out on the field.

LIFE.

DUTY: kaz has always been responsible for taking care of his brother. when baseball started to get more intense with scouts was when he asked abby to take over for him. he’s the de facto captain of his team and is in charge of making sure everybody is in shape and doing what they should. COMBAT SKILLS: he’s a lover, not a fighter. but he’s fit and athletic so it wouldn’t be difficult for him to defend himself or others. HOME: he’s a garbage boy with a very messy cave of a room. but it’s organized chaos and once a month his mom makes him clean up because it smells worse than the dead people in there. COOKING: he can use a microwave. hot pockets all day, baby. DRIVING: he doesn’t have a car, preferring to get about town on rollerblades, but he can sometimes be seen driving johnnie’s white mustang when his best friend is out of it. FINANCES: the caldwell’s live a humble lifestyle. they’re on the lower side of lower middle class. more like upper poverty. but kaz does odd jobs here and there for cash money, like mowing lawns and shoveling snows and such neighborhoodly things. PETS: there’s a feral cat that lives in the graveyard. he also has johnnie. LAW: he’s gotten in trouble a few times - breaking and entering, vandalizing public property, public urination... mostly things his friends were doing that they blamed kaz for because they knew he’d get out of it. he doesn’t have a record because that’s usually true. TRAVELING: he’s never been out of normal, but he wants to travel the world more than anything. MEDICAL: the only time kaz has ever had a real medical mishap was at a very young age, when his parents left him in the car to go to a town council meeting. middle of summer, way too hot, and it landed him in the hospital nearly dead from heat stroke. he doesn’t suffer any lingering medical issues from it but it has left him with a strong desire to always feel like his body is functioning and alive. PARTYING: he’s a partier, always letting his friends drag him along to the haunt of the night. HOBBIES: drawing. he doodles in his sketchbook. it started being a more frequent activity as a way to bond with alfie, but he does it on his own as well.

#char work #normal:task1

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If you're still taking requests, RusAme, anything domestic, with them out and about getting to do Normal Human Stuff, but still kinda unable to shake that they're nations? Any genre and length is perfect!

Thank you for the prompt, I love it! Ngl, I really had fun with this one. No warnings, except these two being forgetful dorks. It’s unabashed fluff.

Lapsus Linguae

“Ivan, come on, you don’t want to be stuck here all day!”

“As long as I am here with-”

“That isn’t gonna work because - trust me - you don’t wanna be here all day. You really don’t,” Alfred clarified as Ivan fiddled with his phone. “We can go inside the mall and then you can take advantage of the free wifi to send an answer.”

Ivan  pocketed the device before extending an arm ahead of him. “Lead the way, Mr. Jones.”

Alfred hastily grabbed his wrist and began leading the both of them to the mall, Alfred listing off every item he needed to buy. Ivan barely listened, having heard the list a total of seven and a half times - with multiple edits - since landing in D.C. Alfred was about halfway through the list when they arrived, before turning to Ivan to gauge his initial reaction.

Ivan had never been in an American ‘mall’, but Alfred had described them to him enough times that he knew that they were extravagant. Though he hadn’t been actually prepared for a four-floor extravaganza such as this.

“Well?” Alfred asked, and Ivan sent him a questioning look. “First impressions, big guy, whatcha think?”

“Ah - this is…” Ivan thought of how to describe this. “It is very like you.”

Alfred looked like he was trying to decide what to think of that, and seemed to find himself happy with the comment. “I’ll take that as a compliment, now let’s go, we don’t have all day.”

It wasn’t long before Alfred had dragged Ivan into fifty different shops, and Ivan could only imagine what Alfred’s credit card bill would look like. New Halloween decorations, clothes and even food (Alfred was the driving force of the trip to the mall, after all, so food was mandatory) were packed into several bags, Ivan having to carry many of Alfred’s (he only had a single one for himself, and that only because Alfred had deemed him in need of a new, all-American suit - ironically enough, it was a Burberry suit).

They had been there for hours, and Ivan was glad when Alfred suggested taking a break in the food court. After having gotten themselves sodas and - after Alfred complained about almost starving himself without noticing - something to snack on, they weaved through the tables and people in the court.

Alfred stopped abruptly, and Ivan noticed him waving at someone - who, he had no idea. He saw no-one he could recognise.

“Come on, let’s go greet them!”

Apparently Alfred had said who ‘they’ were, but Ivan hadn’t heard him. Ivan only followed Alfred to the table where two young men, one with Caucasian features, the other with relatively Eastern features - around Alfred’s apparent age - were seated.

Alfred immediately bounded up to them with their tray in his hands, having started chattering away with one of them already. It was clear Alfred knew this man well, Ivan could notice how comfortable he was around him. The other man was still seated and more silent, so Ivan gathered this was either a friend or boyfriend that Alfred had not yet met.

As he approached, Alfred turned to him and nodded him over. “Andie, this is Ivan, the boyfriend I told you about. He looks scarier than he is,” Alfred laughed, and Ivan had half a mind to retort before he remembered they were in the company of people. “Ivan, this is Andrew, he’s an intern at the White House.”

When Andrew didn’t look at Alfred, he mouthed ‘norm’.

So that was the play. Alfred’s go-to was that he was Junior Assistant to the President, or something along those lines, and Ivan was ready to play along.

“Hello,” Ivan said, extending his hand to the young man - ‘Andrew’ - before Andrew then introduced his companion.

“Nice to meet ya, Fred’s told me quite a bit about you,” Andrew said, and Alfred muttered a no, I haven’t before Andrew continued. “This is my boyfriend, Daniel. Alfred’s been… he helped me a lot when I first came to the White House.”

Alfred turned to Ivan. “He was afraid that with the new boss and his… er… points of view, that Andrew wouldn’t be able to easily include himself in the work. Luckily, I’m gay too, so I told him to just ignore whatever the boss thinks because he’s only there for four years,” Ivan heard the undertones of ‘if even that’, “and hopefully we’re there to stay a bit longer.”

“Do you guys wanna sit or…?”

Alfred looked around him. “Well I can’t see that there’s a lot of space to sit, so if you guys don’t mind we’d be happy to hang out for a bit.” Alfred said as he and Andrew sat down, Ivan soon following suit.

Andrew turned to Ivan. “So you’re from Russia, right?” Ivan acquiesced, and Andrew continued. “What do you do there? Alfred said something government-related, that you met at a diplomatic meeting or something?”

Ivan nodded with an amused look aimed at Alfred. “Yes, we met when our Foreign Minister met with your boss, I was involved in coordinating the press and public appearances.”

“Oh, right. I’ve also thought about doing public relations and stuff, but haven’t decided yet. Although because I have a degree in international relations I think I’ll end up somewhere else,” Andrew laughed. “What’s it like?”

Ivan really had very little idea what dealing with organising the press was like. He rarely cared enough to know how it was done, just that it was done with as little fuss as possible. “Busy,” he answered quickly, and he saw Alfred’s unimpressed look.

“He’s not too chatty,” Alfred pointed out.

“You compensate enough for the both of us, Alfred,” Ivan jabbed, and Andrew laughed. Alfred rolled his eyes, before turning to Daniel.

Pleasantries and basics exchanged, Alfred had managed to drag everyone into a whirlpool of embarrassing, incredible or otherwise unbelievable experiences and random bits of trivia of the relationship of the two countries (both political, and the one that the two humans were unaware of).

“No, no, no, you’ve got it all wrong,” Alfred shook his head, and set his hand on the table authoritatively. “The reset button wasn’t an embarrassing mistake, the misspelling was the fault of Russia-ah-ans who decided to mess with the government and give them the wrong translation,” Alfred explained, and Ivan scoffed.

“Blaming American impotence on Russia, how very typical,” Ivan countered.

“How do you-” Andrew started asking, but luckily Alfred gave him no time to ask as he threw himself into another story.

“I plenty take care of my own mistakes, when they’re mine,” Alfred said warningly, but with a joking tone.

“Say that to-” Ivan cut his sentence short, as he realised that perhaps mentioning business that technically really shouldn’t be under Alfred’s jurisdiction would arouse suspicions. “To the dishwasher, that you have yet to fill from last night. Instead of blaming me for making food in actual plates.”

Alfred remembered himself, and huffed. “You still could have just used recyclable plates, just sayin’ I wasn’t in the mood for dish-washing.”

“What was that you said-”

“Anyway!” Alfred cut off, as if he hadn’t heard Daniel’s beginning of a question. “Any stories you guys wanna share?”

And they managed to pull the conversation back onto less dangerous tracks.

“Oh! Ivan’s gotta remember this one - you were there - remember that one time?” Alfred was already laughing, and Ivan had no idea about what Alfred was on about.

“You’ll have to be more specific.”

“When you and I were both in that plane, and - and you decided, you - oh my God,” Alfred was wheezing.

“What did he do?” Daniel asked, trying to make sense of what Alfred was getting at, while Ivan’s memory flashed back to the day and he almost burst laughing.

“I jumped out of the plane without a parachute,” Ivan completed, before both he and Alfred laughed, Alfred managing the words ‘vodka’ and ‘soft snow’ before Ivan remembered their company. He hoped the two, very much human people, wouldn’t notice.

“How are you alive?!” Andrew asked, incredulous.

Both countries froze up. “He,” Alfred started. “He was hospitalised-”

“But how is he alive?” Daniel repeated, almost staring at Ivan.

Ivan remembered the boy had said he was specialising in aerospace defence. Of course he would know about the technical aspects of jumping out of a plane.

“I - er - did have a parachute with me,” Ivan attempted.

“He just…” Alfred tried.

“I just didn’t open it very early, I thought I didn’t have one,” Ivan finished.

“He got a broken leg and a couple fingers and-”

“There was at least a rib involved. And a concussion,” Ivan was listing the most basic injuries he could think of, and hoped they wouldn’t ask too many more questions.

It was then that Alfred checked his watch and gasped. “Ivan, dude, the time! Man, sorry we gotta cut this short, but Ivan and I gotta run, we’re having some family over tonight,” Alfred explained, and the other two looked slightly dumbstruck by the very high-speed exchanges that had occurred.

“Oh, ‘course!” Andrew said. “I’ll see you Monday then, yeah?”

“Yeah, totally!” Alfred stood, and Ivan did the same, giving hasty goodbyes before directing himself, Alfred and their bags to the exit. Only once they were outside did they pause for a minute.

“That was real damn close,” Alfred said.

“It has been a while since I have been in the company only of humans, long enough to have a conversation. I’m sorry if I traumatised them.”

“Nah, man, I led you to it. I sure got some explaining to do at work, though,” Alfred chuckled. “C’mon, let’s go, we do have a lot to do.”

“I think they might think I am some kind of living dead,” Ivan joked as they made their way to Alfred’s car, before loading all the bags into the trunk and driving off.

“Well, not like that’s any different from anyone else, now, is it?”

Ivan chuckled, pulling out his phone. He groaned. “I forgot to answer the e-mail.”

Alfred glanced over, smiling. “Was it anything important?”

“Slightly.” Ivan sighed, beginning to type out a response. “My boss was wondering where I’d vanished to a week before the scheduled meeting.”

Alfred laughed and nearly swerved slightly. “You didn’t tell him?! And you tell me I’m childish!”

“Just drive,” Ivan muttered.

He could already smell the food he was going to cook for Alfred today, and considered on how best to approach telling his boss to kindly allow him some respite for the holiday.

#aaaahhh thank you for the prompt i did really enjoy myself with this one #december-dragon #prompt #fluff #aph america #aph russia #rusame #my writing #fic

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If It’s You (M)

A one-shot based on a request from @sunshinehobi7. Hope you like it Rachel!

Hoseok x Reader

Genre: Fratboy Hoseok, fluff, smut and a little angst thrown in for good measure heh heh

Word count: 7, 205 words

Disclaimer/Copyright

Crossing the threshold of the house felt like stepping into a different world. The music was so loud it felt like the whole place was thumping in time with the beats. It was not usually your scene but when your roommate, Amy, asked if you wanted to go to the party with her she didn't have much persuading to do. You had just finished your finals, you deserved a break and socialise after being cooped up with books for so long and maybe kick back a beer or two.

So here you were. You smiled and greeted the other students you knew as you delved further into the house, letting Amy lead you to the spacious living room. It didn't feel very big now that it was packed with a large amount of people chatting and dancing with no organisation whatsoever as it typically was at this sort of gathering.

An hour or so later found you still in the same room, not having moved much from your original spot where you leaned against the wall, talking to some of your friends about plans for the break. Your legs were aching from standing too long and you'd give anything to be able to sit down on the couch you were sure was in the middle of the room somewhere, but so many people had been crowding it that you hadn't even been able to see it most of the time.

Then a group of people finally shuffled off to gift you with a view of the couch. However, it wasn't the furniture that caught your attention, but the people sitting on it. One particular person, to be exact. The people flanking him on either side did not matter to you; you were instantly drawn to the man sprawled on the couch, his body lean and relaxed. His hair was not quite blonde, perhaps it was the lighting in the room playing tricks on you but it looked peach; a colour you'd brand silly on anyone else, but on him it seemed fitting and suited to his tanned skin.

He tilted his head right at that moment and caught your eye. That was when you decided that just as his hair colour suited his tan, his slightly darkened skin matched the sunny smile that he flashed you even more. The curve of your lips hitched upwards reflexively as you returned his intense gaze with your own that was filled with wonder. Never had you felt so drawn to someone before, and it was not just his looks either, because you'd met guys who were drop dead gorgeous yet didn't feel the pull that you were experiencing now.

You were unsure if he thought that you were as magnetic as you found him to be, but you knew that his gaze was piercing you longer than necessary, spanning almost a minute before he leaned on his side to say something to the girl sitting next to him, never taking his eyes off of you. The girl's expression took on a look of surprise, then she nodded and walked out of the room. His grin turned into one of proud triumph as he patted the vacant seat, motioning for you to come over and take it.

Although he had not bothered to give a second glance at the girl who just left his side, you had followed her with your eyes curiously, wondering if she would come back to reclaim her seat. Your interest in him outweighed your politeness though, and you thought to yourself; It's a party, not kindergarten, there are no assigned seats, as you bid your friends goodbye to go and plop yourself down next to him at the end of the couch.

"Hi," he greeted you, not wasting any time chatting you up. "How come I've never seen you around?"

"I don't go to parties much," you told him the simple truth. "What did you say to her?"

"Hmm?" It took him a few seconds to understand who you were talking about. "Oh, that girl sitting here before? I told her that Taehyung's drunk in the back and she'd have a better chance at getting him into bed than with me."

You scoffed at his conceited behaviour, but was not surprised that the girl scampered off so quickly. Even you knew of Taehyung's popularity and good looks. "Was that the truth?" You asked.

"Are accusing me of lying, miss?" He said with feigned offense, pressing his palm to his chest as though you had mortally wounded him. "Do you think I'd say something untruthful to a pretty girl I barely know to get a chance to talk to an even prettier girl whom I don't know at all?" He pretended to pause and think. "Yes, yes I would."

In the end he never really answered your question, but he did manage to make you laugh. His own laughter trilled with yours and he was still chuckling when he offered you his hand. "Call me Hobi. What's your name?"

A handshake seemed a little too proper in this setting but you took his hand anyway. "It's y/n."

You were surprised to find yourself an hour later still mostly sober, only having ingested two cups of beer and having the time of your life despite not doing anything other than talking to Hobi. He seemed to be enjoying your company immensely as well, not bothering to replenish his own cup or finding an excuse to leave, or even make up a reason to get you to leave. It was only when he saw that you were fiddling with the empty container in your hands that he asked if you wanted a refill.

His question brought you back to reality and you were almost astonished to find that you were in a room packed with people, and not alone with him. You managed to gather your thoughts together to joke, "Are you trying to get rid of me, Hobi?"

"NO!" His response was stronger than you expected it to be and you found it endearing. "I'll come back, I swear."

Giggling, you picked his cup from the table instead. "Why don't you save me a spot while I get the drinks."

You didn't give him much room to argue since you got up without waiting for his answer and headed towards the kitchen, where you expected the boys to stash the beverages. However, before you could make your way back, Amy intercepted you by grabbing your arm to stop you in your tracks.

"Y/n, what the hell are you doing, talking to that guy all night?"

"What's wrong with having a conversation with a guy?" You queried, genuinely confused as to her behaviour, her eyes darting around the kitchen and her voice lowered to a whisper as if worried that someone might overhear her. It was highly doubtful that anyone was eavesdropping on your tête-à-tête, what with the music blasting non-stop and everyone immersed in their own activities that you'd rather not be a part of.

"Not just any guy," she said with a roll of her eyes. At your puzzled look, she asked, "Don't you know who he is?"

"Hobi?"

"Yeah."

"Well, I'm just getting to know him, and I might get to know him a little more if you let me go," you tugged at your arm irritably, but Amy held on to you.

"Did he tell you that he's only chatting you up to get you into bed with him?"

"What?!"

Amy rolled her eyes again at you. "You know who that is right? Hoseok, the playboy?"

"What?" You said again stupidly, but the word had risen a couple octaves. Amy glanced about the room frantically before whispering furiously, "Shhh! Do you want everyone to think that I'm a jealous bitch who is cockblocking him?"

Your mind felt muddled now, barely registering her words, but you lowered your voice. "You mean Hoseok, the one who likes to play around with girls? That guy you slept with that one time?"

She nodded, satisfied that she had gotten through to you. A frown painted your face as you tried to decide what to do. You had felt an instant connection to Hoseok and you still did, but you were not the type to sleep around, certainly not with guys with the reputation for being players. To you it was important to be in a relationship before doing anything intimate. You couldn't lie to yourself though - it was the first time you had felt so strongly for someone that he might just succeed in making you break your own rule.

"Do you want to go home?" Amy asked softly, offering you a way out.

You put the drinks down and nodded feebly, for you were still shocked that the nice guy you had spent most of the night talking to, that you felt yourself slowly falling for, was one of the biggest playboys on campus. When Amy made to guide you out, you regained your bearings and stopped her. "Stay. I can get back on my own." No sense ruining the night for her as well. You knew how Amy enjoyed these parties.

"Are you sure?" She asked with concern.

"Yeah."

So you were on your own when Hoseok caught you on your way out, having already called for a taxi and hoping that it would come soon. He grasped your arm, not unlike the way Amy did earlier, but released you once he had your attention. "Hey, y/n, where are you going? I thought you're coming back with our drinks."

"Sorry, I have to go,"  you said weakly, spurring yourself to walk out and away from him, but he stopped you by standing in front of you, blocking your way.

"Why?" The tone of his question made you wish that he was genuinely concerned about you, and not because he wanted to score tonight and you berated yourself internally for holding out hope.

"Something came up," you answered, not meeting his eyes. Before he could call your bluff, you swiftly sidestepped him and rushed towards the door.

And you thought that was that, but no. A few days later you were walking out of your last class for the semester when you heard an excited voice calling your name. Surprised, you turned around to see Hoseok dashing towards you before skidding to a halt at your side.

"I thought I'd never catch up to you." He was panting from the exertion of getting to you, but the bright smile that tugged at your heart still adorned his face.

"What's up, Hoseok?" You asked, secretly glad that your voice came out sounding unaffected.

He straightened and shot you a stern look. "I told you to call me Hobi."

You fought to keep yourself calm as you turned to resume your journey home, letting him walk beside you. Inside your mind, you were a mess. The connection you felt with Hoseok was still as strong as it was during that party, proving that it was not the effect of alcohol. However, the last thing you wanted to happen was to have a one-night stand with one of the most well-known player on campus, so you steeled your resolve. "I didn't know who you are that night."

He pursed his lips but decided not to call you out on the insinuated insult. "I'm sorry about that. But I'm not as horrid a person as rumours make me out to be." At your silence, he continued, "I talked to Amy and she told me that you're a more traditional girl. You like to get to know a person, become close and be in a serious relationship before you do anything intimate."

The fact that he had sought your roommate out impressed you enough to answer. "I don't know that's what 'traditional' is, but yes, that's what I prefer."

"Well then, won't you let me take you out on a date?"

Perhaps the first time you could have said that you were shocked into saying yes, but here you were on your tenth date with Hoseok, and you could hardly use that as an excuse. Despite your initial reservations, you enjoyed his company immensely, and even though he was a lot more outgoing while you were less sociable, keeping mostly to your small group of friends, the two of you shared many interests that made spending time together effortless and engaging. There was also something about Hoseok that made you feel very comfortable in your skin although you had only known him for a short while.

The conversation was flowing smoothly as you discussed the movie he had just taken you to watch when he remarked, "You know, all we've seen are action movies. I should make you watch a horror movie with me sometime."

You narrowed your eyes at him as he walked beside you, but you couldn't contain the grin tugging at the edges of your mouth. "So you could play the hero when I get scared and cling on to you? Dream on."

"Are you one of those girls who actually love horror flicks and don't get scared at all?" He laughed, completely forthcoming with his intentions.

"We should watch a chick flick instead," you tried to avoid his question, not wanting to admit to him that the reason you don't watch scary movies in the cinema was because you'd jump so much and scream so loudly you'd probably traumatise other movie goers more successfully than a ghost in any movie.

It was clear that Hoseok didn't miss your evasion but he didn't pursue it. "Sure, one boring romantic film for one thrilling horror movie."

You were about to fire back a retort but it was interrupted by the sudden splash of raindrops falling on your face. You looked up at the sky that was mostly clear just fifteen minutes ago when you exited the theater and decided that a walk home with Hoseok would be great, but that was the only warning you got. Rain started falling in earnest and Hoseok took your hand to urge you to break into a run back to your place.

By the time you reached the front door, both of you were soaked to the bone. The thought of Hoseok having to brave the rain to get back to his own house should have you worrying but his chuckle at the situation prompted you to smile. Before long you were holding on to him as you laughed with him almost doubled up with mirth himself. There was nothing all that funny about being caught in a sudden downpour but for some reason you felt light and happy. That was until the giggling and chuckling died down and he was looking at you with eyes as intense as they were the first night you met.

Even if you looked back on it later you would never be able to explain how it happened. True, he cupped your face in his hands tenderly but you were the one who closed the distance between you on your tiptoes to kiss him. From the moment sparks flew when your lips met, the events that occurred afterwards seemed inevitable. He might have led you to your bedroom but you were the one who unlocked the front door in the first place. You had no idea how every article of wet clothing that you and Hoseok wore ended up in a bundle on the floor, wetting the tiles.

Your body molded into his form perfectly and you leaned into him, your first kiss from outside the house only broken in the flurry of undressing. Both of you swallowed each other's moans, his hands on the back of your neck and spine while your fingers tangled in his soft hair as he lowered you onto the bed. He propped himself up by his elbows to look at you, naked beneath him.

"God, you're so beautiful," he whispered as though in awe at the sight of your body and the flattery went straight to the growing pool of wetness between your legs. Unable to formulate a response, you pulled him down to connect your lips again. He didn't resist, although he groaned loudly into your mouth when your hand reached for his hardened cock. You only managed to pump his length several times in your hand, marveling at his size before he slapped your hand away so he could bring his own down to stimulate you instead.

Just having his fingers run between your folds, collecting the ample moisture that was dripping from your pussy had you moaning, and he had you positively gasping, hands flying to grip his firm shoulders when he slid a finger inside you.

"Fuck," he cursed, feeling your walls clamp onto his single digit. "How the hell are you so tight?"

"It has been a while," you confessed before humming in pleasure as he slowly moved his finger, your juices making the movements smooth and painless. The pleasure ramped up a notch when he added a second finger, creating more friction against your inner muscles, slowly bringing you towards an orgasm. "Hoseok," his name falling quietly from your lips in a plea combined with the added pressure from your fingers on his shoulders made him grunt in appreciation and increase the speed of his movements. The pace proved to be too much for you to handle and before long you were crying out, feet shuffling into the mattress trying to find purchase as you fell apart.

Hoseok bit on his lower lip hard enough to draw blood as he drank in the sight of you coming onto his fingers, still pumping into you to help you ride the waves of your orgasm. As your breathing started to even out, he retracted his fingers, but when you reached for his throbbing erection again he stopped you, shaking his head. "That would be too much," he said, and before you could ask what he meant, he brought the head of his cock to your entrance, not putting any pressure on it yet making it clear what he was asking permission for. "Can I...?"

You nodded eagerly then remembered, "Condom."

"Shit," he cursed again. "I don't have any with me."

He didn't see you raise an eyebrow skeptically. A playboy who doesn't keep any condoms with him? "I think there might be some in the bottom drawer," you remembered that your ex kept some in there, pointing to your bedside table and he rummaged through it, sighing in relief when he found one. You giggled as you watched his toned muscles ripple as he tore the wrapper with more force than necessary and deftly slipped the rubber on in a rush before returning to his previous position above you.

"Ready?" he asked, lining himself with your soaked entrance. The anticipation and having him so close to you was too much for you to bear, so you lifted your hips up by way of reply, making his tip enter you. Another string of expletives escaped his mouth at your boldness and he wasted no time pushing the rest of his length into your heat, stopping only when he had bottomed out inside you.

The stretch was slightly painful but extremely delicious and you were grateful to him for pausing to let you adjust to his size. However you soon craved for more but he kept still, his eyes scrunched shut as though concentrating on something. "Hobi?" You said tentatively, and it was only then that he started to move, pulling back before pushing in again slowly.

You whined and wrapped your legs around his waist, linking your ankles behind the small of his back. The action forced him deeper inside you and he hissed as he picked up the pace. "You're so tight," he panted in between your moans of pleasure as he thrusted in and out of you. "I won't be able to last long like this."

His warning made your eyes fly open to find him already gazing into your eyes, the stare as intense as ever. "It has been a while for me too," he explained to your unspoken question, prompting about ten more questions to burst inside your mind, only to have all of them blow away like leaves in a storm when he brought his hand to your clit. Determined to make you cum again before he did, he rubbed circles into the sensitive nub, reveling in the way he made you arch your back in pleasure as another orgasm built embarrassingly quickly inside the pit of your stomach.

Suddenly he dropped onto his arm, making the thumb press on your clit harder, your pebbled nipples brushing against his hardened chest, all the while never letting up on snapping his hips into yours and he brought his lips to whisper into your ear, "Come for me, y/n." The combination of words and actions overloaded your senses and you called out to him as you reached another high. "Hoseok!!" You bucked against his finger and cock uncontrollably, nails digging into his back as your whole body quaked with the force of your climax.

Hearing his name cried out with such passion from you coupled with the desperate clawing of your nails along his back that made him growl painfully in furious pride added to your already narrow channel squeezing onto his cock as you came caused Hoseok to lose all control. He began pounding into you in earnest, grunting every time he felt his tip touching your cervix, your frenzied whimpers urging him on until he groaned your name without reservation as he burst into the condom.

The cleaning up after calming yourselves down was quiet and quick, both of you wanting to simply savour the moment of post-coital bliss and you sank into his open arms, falling asleep almost immediately in his warm embrace.

Sunshine came with the morning to rouse you with rays of light falling on your face through the windows. A moment of panic crossed your chest when you realise that you were alone in the bed, then sat up upon hearing noises beyond the door of your bedroom. You wrapped the white blanket around yourself as you stumbled out of the bed, ignoring the soreness between your legs and not bothering to clean up in your haste to investigate the source of the noise.

The door opened to a heartwarming sight: Hoseok sitting at the dining table with a mug in his hand, the tantalising aroma of coffee wafting across the room into your nostrils. He looked up from his phone when the sound of the door opening alerted him to your presence and he smiled as he took you in. Tousled bed hair, bare faced, naked underneath the blanket clutched to your chest; a mess by your standards but the most beautiful sight to him.

"Morning," he greeted you, placing the mug on the table and making his way towards you. "I'm glad you woke up. I have to go off now to run some errands but I didn't want to leave while you were still asleep." He brushed his thumb across your cheek, the same thumb that had pressed into your clit last night, but this time the touch was gentle and he gave you a quick peck on the lips. "See you later, okay?"

You were impressed that he waited for you that morning, and happiness slowly dared to bloom in your heart as over a week passed and he still treated you like he did before you slept together. In fact, you spent so much time together and became so close that you started to wonder what Hoseok was to you now. He had not even attempted to have sex with you again after that passionate night of lovemaking but he was definitely not a friend anymore, yet he had not asked you to be his girlfriend.

A mere friend would not sound as disappointed as he did when you had to cancel a date because your family was going on a holiday and you had to join them. After promising that you'd take him up on the dinner date after you got back, he had smiled and told you to enjoy yourself.

Enjoyed yourself you did, but you missed him whenever you had a moment to yourself and you were happy to be back a day earlier than you had planned. The moment you reached home, you tried calling him to no avail. Frowning at being directed to his voicemail, you spied Amy getting ready for a night out and called out to her.

"Where are you going?"

"Party at Hoseok's. You coming?"

She didn't have to convince you to come this instance. You got ready in record time, making Amy laugh and reassure you that Hoseok wasn't the one throwing the party. Jungkook, his roommate had suddenly informed them of the impromptu gathering earlier so Hoseok was probably caught off guard as well. You laughed at the situation that Hoseok got himself into and pushed the absurd insecurities out of your head.

It didn't take long for Amy to abandon you on your search for Hoseok; all it took was for a cute guy to smile at her and the next moment you were on your own. You didn't mind her, knowing how she got around with the guys and you didn't judge her, it was up to her to live the way she wanted to and she respected your more conservative dating style as well. The most important thing was that you became fast friends after you came here and you knew she would do anything for you, just as you would for her. So you set on a search for Hoseok, the only reason you were at a frat party in the first place.

You were disappointed to discover that he was nowhere to be found downstairs so you headed up, hoping that you didn't miss him and spend the whole night getting around people to look for him throughout the house. It turned out you had bigger worries to think about, because as you reached the top of the stairs, an unpleasant sight came into view.

Hoseok was leaning against the wall, trapped between the arms of a beautiful girl who looked a little more than tipsy. It didn't matter to you the state of inebriation she was in, all that you cared about was the fact that she was pressing up against his body, whispering something in his ear. You later wondered how he would have responded if he didn't choose that moment to turn his head sideways, catching you open mouthed on the stairs for a split second before you turned and raced back down.

"Y/n!" You could hear him call for you over the deafening noise of the party but you had the advantage of being smaller and quicker than he was as well as a small head start. Slipping through the gaps between drunk party-goers you rushed towards the door, eyes darting over the surroundings to find a place to hide from him, because you knew he was a lot fitter than you were and once he was freed from the crowd he would be able to outrun you.

You ran as fast as you could to the next corner, turning and dashing to the next, hoping that he would not be able to see you before you got out of sight. The desperate calls of your name, growing softer as he got further from you told you that you were successful in hiding from him. Fortunately, you were able to flag down a taxi and beat him to your house because a few hours later Amy returned, so drunk you were surprised that she had managed to make her way home on her own to tell you that Hoseok was waiting outside, asking her where you were.

"I don't want to see him."

She mumbled her assent and swayed into her room, too far gone to be concerned about any drama going on between you and Hoseok. After she got through her hangover, though, she started to worry.

"What happened?" She asked the next evening, placing the food you had coaxed her to buy for the two of you on the table. "I don't know how long he stayed outside our house last night but he's back."

You opened the takeout boxes, pretending not to care, like you had not rejected his calls and ignored his messages all day. Even though she managed to wheedle you into telling her what had happened at the party, you still took care of your tone, making sure that you sounded nonchalant as you told her what you had seen unravel right before your eyes.

There was a long silence after you finished your story but you were glad that your roommate didn't say anything along the lines of, 'I told you so'. She simply offered you a hug and told you not to worry about it, but you noticed that she made sure to get the groceries and food the following days, eliminating the necessity for you to get out of the house. You hardly ventured outside during the rest of your summer break, thankfully staying in the comfortable cocoon that was your house, even though you knew that it wasn't healthy for you to remain indoors all the time and that you couldn't avoid him forever. After some time he stopped waiting outside your house but he never gave up on contacting you. Your phone were filled with missed calls and over a hundred messages from him that you never read, yet you couldn't bring himself to block his number even though you'd cried buckets of tears over the guy you had fallen so hard for and trusted despite his reputation.

You knew that your temporary escape from him ended with the break. True enough, on the first day the new semester started as you exited your last class in the afternoon you heard the voice you wished didn't sound so familiar shouting your name. A sense of déjà vu might have made you smile under different circumstances and if you weren't busy bolting for the nearest restroom, already anticipating that Hoseok would stalk your class the way he did after the night you first met.

More calls vibrating through the cellphone in your handbag told you that he didn't manage to see where you had gone. You breathed a sigh of relief even as you told yourself that you were being a coward and perhaps a little unfair for not giving him a chance to explain. The thoughts still weighed heavily on your mind as you sat in front of the TV later, a show playing on the screen but not paying a smidgen of attention to it. Only when Amy got home and switched the TV off after seeing your eyes that were glazed over that you forced your mind back to reality.

"Did you see him?"

You didn't have to ask her who she meant. "He tried to see me but I got away."

She sighed at your answer. "Look, y/n, how long are you going to run away from him? He's obviously got something that he needs you to hear no matter what."

"He'll give up eventually."

"Don't you think that he might have something important to say? Something that you actually need to hear?"

At your shrug, she slumped onto the sofa, resigned to having a longer talk with you than she had hoped. "Look, I didn't want to take his side, but as your friend, I think I should tell you when I think you're making a mistake."

"What do you mean?" You asked, ready to go on the defensive.

"Hoseok might be a playboy, and he has done things that you wouldn't have approved of a boyfriend," she held up a hand to stop you from contradicting her statement. "I know he's not officially your boyfriend or anything, but I've seen him a lot more than you would have thought before he met you." It made sense since Amy loved to party and Hoseok must have run in similar circles. The thought didn't make you feel any better.

"I've seen him charm girls right and left without even trying, but I've also seen him put in the effort to get a more difficult girl," she continued. "They were always gone the next time I see him, which isn't long, mind you." You groaned inwardly, hoping that Amy wasn't insinuating that you were one of those girls. "The thing is, I've never seen him work so hard to keep a girl around. Heck, I talked to his friends and they said that he has never even bothered to take anyone on a date before he met you."

"Maybe he just sees me as more of a challenge."

"Maybe, but he got you in the end, didn't he?" You nodded, knowing that there was no use hiding the fact that you'd slept with Hoseok from her. "Did he dump you afterwards like he did all the other girls?"

No, he didn't, you answered in your head, thinking about the many dates he had asked you on since, but you kept mum in front of Amy. She didn't force you to answer though.

"Perhaps you should think about why that is." With that, she gave your thigh a friendly pat before retreating to her room, leaving you to sort out your thoughts on your own.

Late afternoon the next day, you were groggily plodding your way across the sprawling lawn of your campus. You had spent most of last night mulling things over and the majority of the day nodding off in all your classes. Clutching your books in your arms, you longed for the bed that was waiting for you at home when your sleepy thoughts were interrupted by a firm hand on your shoulder, stopping you in your dazed tracks.

All the drowsiness was knocked out of you when you turned to see who it was. Hoseok had been smart enough not to warn you of his approach by calling out to you this time. "Y/n," he wheezed, telling you that he had sprinted to catch up with you, "would you please listen to me?"

Even though you had decided last night that you would give him an opportunity to explain himself, it was difficult for you not to be wary, the betrayal that you thought he had inflicted upon you still fresh on your mind. "Why should I?"

"Because I think you got the wrong idea."

His words had your cautious self bristling like a porcupine. "Am I supposed to be okay with you fucking anything that moves? Am I just another number on the list of girls you've screwed over? Maybe it's too late for me now, but I refuse to let it continue. Sorry, Hoseok, but I'm not that kind of girl."

"No, y/n, please listen," he placed his hands on your shoulders, making you glare at him for daring to hold you so closely but you didn't move. You had promised yourself that he deserved to say his piece and maybe untangle your confused thoughts about his mixed signals, so you took a deep breath to calm yourself.

"I'm listening."

"Okay," he said, breathing a sigh of relief at your willingness to hear him out, but keeping his hands on you nevertheless, as if afraid that you would change your mind and run away again. "Firstly, I did not fuck her. I haven't slept with anyone since the last time I did with you. In fact, the last time I 'fucked anything that moves' as you so eloquently put it, was before I met you."

Your eyebrows furrowed as the fact slowly sank in. When he had said that it had been a while for him that night, you did not expect him to have abstained from sex since the night he had met you. You were angry at the thought that he had slept with someone else after that night of passion with you, but before that you considered it only fair that he would have searched elsewhere to vent his libido as you were just friends then. Had he really kept from having sex with anyone else for that long? "You mean - "

"Let me finish," he cut you off and you shut your mouth without arguing. "You said you want a relationship, that sex isn't casual for you, it's something special. Yes, I may have had casual sex and one night stands before, but that was before I met you. It only took one night at that party for me to realise that I want it to be special too. I want to be as special to you as you are to me."

"So I stopped playing around. Whenever I get invited to a party I turned it down, when the boys held one in our house I asked you out. I didn't care to be a part of that life anymore. You make me realise how empty and pointless it was. Even though I missed the sex - " He allowed himself a short bark of laughter at the admission and the small smile forming involuntarily on your face, "- I was willing to wait for you. I wanted to wait until I've asked you to be my girlfriend properly, but when that night happened, I couldn't stop myself. How could I, when the girl of your dreams kisses you like that?"

His flattery almost fell deaf on your ears as more pieces of the puzzle fell into place. That was why he didn't have a condom that night. He genuinely wanted to wait for you and didn't expect for it to happen.

"Before you went for the vacation with your family, I asked you out for a dinner date, remember?" He didn't wait for you to answer, confident that you didn't forget. "I planned to ask you to be my girlfriend then, but when you had to cancel, I wanted to wait until you get back. I didn't want to rush things... I had a dinner reserved at a nice restaurant and everything," he confessed, rubbing a hand behind his neck bashfully.

"That night at that party... It was sudden. You weren't around and I didn't have any other plans, so I just hung around in my room. I only went out to get some snacks from the kitchen when that girl chatted me up. She was drunk and I've never wanted to turn a girl down before you so I didn't know how to react at first. I was just about to push her away when you saw us. I swear!" He insisted, misreading the shock on your face as disbelief.

"What do I have to say for you to believe me?" He asked in frustration before he looked up from your face, an idea stricking him. "Look!" His sudden shout gained the attention of the numerous amount of students and professors spread across the yard.

"Hoseok!" You hissed in alarm. "What are you doing?!"

"I just want to tell everyone," he continued at the same ear-splitting volume from above you, "that playboy Hoseok is no more! See this girl here? I've fallen in love with her, and even if she rejects me, I want everyone to know she's the only one I'll ever be with from now on!"

"Oh my God, Hoseok!" You wished a hole would open up and swallow you whole. Blood rushed to your cheeks in embarrassment as you saw the reactions of the people listening to his announcement. Some people were laughing and snickering, whooping in encouragement for him, a few were shaking their heads in disapproval or second-hand shame; you weren't sure which, and you didn't miss a few disappointed and jealous glances thrown your way. You wanted to hide your face in mortification but he wouldn't allow any of that. Satisfied that everyone in the vicinity had heard his declaration, he looked back down at you and cupped your face tenderly, not unlike that time he held your jaw in his hands that night he had made love to you.

"Y/n, I don't know how to prove this to you, but I have to say this. I know that you're afraid of being betrayed, scared that I will go back to my old ways. But you have to know that I'm even more afraid of disappointing you. Even though I'm scared out of my wits, you mean so much to me that I refuse to let that be a reason for not trying. How would you know that I would betray you for sure? Maybe I never will. Cause hell, I definitely don't want to. Would you let an opportunity for a love that may last forever go just because you're scared of the possibility of it not working out? If it doesn't work out - and I pray to God that it does - at least you know that you've given it a shot, that you've tried."

"If it's you, I want to try. Because I love you," his eyes burned into yours, setting your very soul on fire with the intensity. "If it's you, then I will change. Not because you need me to, but because I want to. You're not just another girl to me, you're not just a one-night stand, you're not a conquest. If it's you... I want it to be forever."

Your heart beat a steady rhythm in your chest at a pace that couldn't be normal, the organ racing as it yearned for him.

"Please give me a chance."

Years down the road later you were still glad that you did, smiling to yourself as you strolled with Hoseok's fingers intertwined with yours, taking a leisurely stroll at a park after lunch before you had to return to your respective workplaces.

"Look," he said and you shifted your eyes in the direction his right index finger was pointing at.

"Aww, what a cute baby!" You gushed.

"Do you think we'll have one someday?"

You giggled even as you felt your cheeks turn red in anticipation. "Maybe."

"We'll have to get married first though," he continued, knowing full well your preferences by now. It was one of the many reasons he loved you. "But first I need to save up some money for the wedding, even the engagement ring costed a fortune. Also I don't know about you, but I want a bigger house before we get started on any baby-making, although if an accident happens I'd be happy to roll with it..." You let him carry on with planning the future that you would share with him out loud by himself, content to just listen with a happy smile.

After realising that he had allowed himself to drone on for a while, he paused to turn to you and ask, "Do you want all that though, y/n?"

"Yes," you assured him without a doubt, making him smile brighter than the sun. "If it's you."

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