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sinkix · 4 years

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- What your fav Haikyuu!! Character says about you│Karasuno edition -

Obviously these aren’t meant to be taken too seriously lol. I’ll probably make this into a series at some point where I include the other teams idk this took me way too long to do JWIDJQENWKJQFN WE’LL SEE. ENJOY! <3

2D men are infinitely superior I said what I said.

Hinata:

A sucker for motivational speeches or quotes and they always get you hyped up.

Very ambitious and positive despite frequently getting lost in life

Not as innocent as you seem but still a cinnamon roll lololol

You probably eat fruit as a regular snack n ppl judge you for it

Highkey a dumbass but in a very endearing way so people can’t help but like you

Summer is probs ur fave season

Definitely own several plushies and definitely get defensive about it

The friend people go to when they need cheering up.

You either go to bed at 8pm or 3am no in between.

Your texting style consists of several messages as opposed to one paragraph/sentence with the use of MANY emojis.

You 100% fuck with pineapple on pizza.

Got your head stuck in a cat flap that one time.

Have a hella low alcohol tolerance or don’t drink at all.

Hella clueless when it comes to people flirting with you, they have to hold a neon sign in front of you for you to get the message

“Oh you were flirting with me?” “I was every day for 5 months but thanks for finally noticing”

Definition of a tab hoarder, your pc/laptop frequently crashes because it can’t handle that many but you refuse to get rid of any.

Always get toothpaste stains on your shirt no matter how careful you are.

“Wait we had homework???”

Nishinoya:

You often get random bursts of energy outta nowhere or at 2am and have no clue how to handle it

You can’t help but head bang and scream the lyrics to your fav songs.

Probably have a hella diverse music taste.

Likely an active/outdoorsy person who either does sports or wants to.

Vvv loyal, type of friend you can call in the middle of the night and you’ll be there.

Chaotic good or Chaotic neutral.

You’re either one of the most responsible people in the room or one of the most fuckin chaotic and irresponsible lmao no in between it just depends on your mood.

Frequently pull all nighter’s and doesn’t even feel guilty about it

Chug soda like it’s water.

An extrovert or one of those introverts that are bat-shit once you actually get to know them.

You have zero shame, can and will run across the street stark naked for a cheeseburger and a can of sprite.

Like fuck yeah who wouldn’t for a burger and some sprite y’know??

Despite being a whirlwind you are actually a hella chill person to have as company.

You own a skateboard or want to.

Own at least one pair of converses or vans.

Probably have a bucket list or tons of future plans for travelling/adventures stored in your head.

You really want a dog and would call it something like Dexter or Human Destroyer 9000.

Likely have had several hair colour phases.

A slut for doritos.

You ate glue once as a kid and it was kinda okay and that fact still haunts you.

Tanaka:

Listen to rap more than any other genre and ur playlist is fire

Punched dry wall that one time

Probably have several piercings and plan on getting more

Prefer sports bras to regular ones.

Intimidates outsiders but your friends don’t take you seriously in the slightest lmaoaoaooa

Ppl find it hard to approach you but you’re actually super chill so you get sad

Definition of that Kanye meme “before you talk to me” >:( “after you talk to me” :)

Probably don’t trust people easily

Type of person that once you’re challenged/dared to do something they WILL do it regardless of how stupid bc you hate being called a pussy.

Went through a phase where you only listened to Eminem.

Probably is/was the class clown or wished they were.

You have virtually no patience and a pretty short temper lmao.

You’re a go-getter and hate being told you can’t do something

Definitely snuck out the house several times as a teen.

Walks barefoot outside a lot bc fuck shoes lol

The pairs of shoes you do own are mostly worn down sneakers you refuse to swap out.

You’re that asshole that wears socks with holes in for the sport of it and it doesn’t phase you in the slightest. (dw I do too lmaooao)

Could probably bench press someone’s dad

Enjoy’s drinking coffee.

Kageyama:

Such a picky eater bitch god damn.

Usually hella hydrated and judge people that don’t drink enough water.

Eats spoonfuls of chocolate nesquik powder when no one is looking I said what I said

You like stoic and Tsundere guys who have the outer emotional capacity of a brick wall.

You’re probably the same in that sense and don’t enjoy letting people know what you’re thinking/feeling

Poker face 90% of the time

Type of person to pretend not to find a joke funny but then crumble and start crying with laughter.

Probs an introvert

Once when someone asked you what you wanted for Christmas you responded “to be left the fuck alone” and it still applies to this day.

like fr you just wanna be left alone man but ppl keep bothering you.

You HATE it when people tell you to smile and quite literally take it as an insult.

Your bedtime is 9pm and you stick by it religiously

Always smell really good like damn what you got on??

The most you do with your hair if it’s long enough is throw it in a pony tail and call it a day.

Either have really nicely manicured nails or you’v chewed them down to the nub no in between.

You hate to admit it but you doubt yourself a lot and it really frustrates you.

Probably wet the bed a lot as a kid and you’re still salty about it.

lololol bed-wetter Kags lover

Audibly snorted typing that I’m sorry.

Probably had a ._. face reading that since ur usually hella unamused.

Cute awkward dork though behind that facade it’s just most people don’t see it.

So critical of yourself like chill

An earth sign or an Aquarius idc.

Do not know how to reciprocate a hug but desperately need one

When people flirt with you you somehow manage to make them intimidated with your responses and scare them off.

You called your teacher “mum/dad” once and you get Vietnam flashbacks to this day.

Daichi:

You probably have a daddy kink and lowkey daddy issues with it

Very supportive friend who has a lotta patience

Hella determined and humble.

Mostly wear black because it’s just much easier than colour coordinating and plus you just prefer the simplicity, but you’re pretty vibrant as a person.

The one who stays sober at parties to drive the others home.

Probably haven’t been in many relationships but still do enjoy romance.

seems stern but is actually very friendly and enjoy company bc you don’t like spending too much time by yourself.

Honestly just wants to chill out, go to bed and read a book.

A coffee connessieur but mostly just drinks instant bc ur too lazy to make it properly and just drink it black.

Very reliable.

Often get stuck with most of the work during group projects lololol

People frequently ask you for the answers to the homework/assignment and it really depends on your mood and how charitable you’re feeling as to whether you’ll lend it to them

Low-key a sadist.

100% Old soul

Despite this you are a fuckin dork and have quite an immature but really funny sense of humour.

You have a thigh kink.

Def grew up reading wattpad smut and most of ur sexual knowledge stems from that

probably prefer manga to animated versions

Absolute pro at winged eyeliner and looks v good in it.

Probably give lectures even without realising it.

Shamelessly watches the nature channel for hours on end and what of it.

Honestly just done with everyone’s shit lmao

Sugawara:

Either are the mom friend or the one the mom friend has to look after.

You vibe with pastel colours

Your fav season is either spring or autumn.

oversized hoodies and knitted sweaters are your vibe.

Enjoy drinking herbal tea

Likes the smell of rain and will purposely step outside after a storm and S N O R T the smell of damp concrete. (srry if ur from some dry ass place like nevada lmao it rains alot in the UK soooOOOoO)

Quiet but have a really creative imagination and has one HELL of a loud voice when they’re pissed off

like,, I wouldn’t dare get on ur nerves ion want my ear drums bursting damn.

Hoards flavoured chapsticks and scented lip gloss

Either did or still have your Harry Potter house in your bio and it was probably Hufflepuff.

Gives people advice that they are fully aware also applies to themselves but doesn’t follow it LMAO.

Listens to K-pop and several Korean and Japanese genres.

Played a dating sim once and you enjoyed it but ur still ashamed and refuse to ever talk about it.

Smells like lavender or something hella floral

Probably reads a lot of Yaoi and no one else knows but you.

Would 100% own a chinchilla

Read Killing Stalking and it messed you up for weeks.

Asahi:

The one who was trying to flirt for months and the other person never got the hint

Probably a really pretty crier and vibe with the mascara running aesthetic.

You tear up easily lol.

Probably a water sign.

Low-key a bad bitch though

Looks really good in red lipstick

That one person who’s v attractive but completely unaware and v insecure.

That one friend who seems so soft and innocent but can turn into a banshee when need be.

Crying is your therapy.

You overthink a LOT and it often stops you from achieving what you want.

Actually have a lot of willpower despite ur sensitivity.

Was def a pushover as a kid and still have a chip on your shoulder about it.

Hella artsy and day dreams a lot.

You attract broken souls and often get turned to when people’s problems need fixing yet you’re a total mess yourself

Listens to Girl in red while questioning your sexuality

which you do a lot.

You hate being put in a box or labelled.

Gave up on that hobby that one time and you really wanna get back into it.

Always have at least one hair tie on your wrist that’s basically an accessory at this point.

Own a phat ass fish tank with hella pretty fishes bro it’s such a vibe say hi to Nemo for me.

Yamaguchi:

Too scared to ask for extra ketchup packets so you get your friend to ask instead.

Probably have anxiety.

The time you stuttered once when introducing yourself frequently gives you cringe attacks.

Major animal lover and prefers them to people.

Talked to a tree once and it was a pretty cool experience.

Wear a lot of pink or cute colours and radiate babi energy.

Likely wear skirts

Wear those aesthetic planets necklaces and your tumblr is filled with space related art and themes.

Enjoy staring up at the clouds and figuring out what animal they are.

Has a lot of secrets that they probably tell to their cat.

dw ur cat isn’t a snitch they got you covered.

“meow”

yeah they definitely didn’t just try to reveal ur deepest traumas to your cousin.

If you don’t have a cat you probably would want one and would call it Mittens or sumn.

You’re whipped for freckles and anyone that has them instantly becomes 1000x more attractive to you

Either like 5′2″ or 5′10″ no middle ground

Definitely own a turtle or rabbit and if you don’t then you should.

Forgets your assignments but the professor lets you off because you’re so nervous they can’t scold you.

Oversleeps at least 2 times a week

Will not get up before 1pm on a weekend

Wall flower at parties but people still approach you bc you are so friendly and kind.

Social anxiety intensifies.

Always get’s called on in class when you haven’t been paying attention and it really troubles you.

Has a minimum of 3 blankets on your bed that you cocoon yourself in.

Tsukishima:

Your attracted to snarky assholes.

Sarcasm and insults are your form of flirtation and you get immediately turned off if they can’t take it or get upset.

Probably shy away from your feelings

Random flashbacks to embarrassing events frequently keep you up at night

Judge peoples fashion choices as they walk past you but actually have a really good eye for what works and what doesn’t.

You look like you have your shit together and you kinda do for the most part.

The quiet kid in class that’s listening to some loud ass screamo or rock n roll’ but ppl have no idea.

Definition of the glinting anime glasses pushed up your nose bridge cliche.

When you make a mistake you question all your knowledge and abilities but no one else knows that about you

Refuses to cry since you view your emotions as a personal weakness

If someone hugged you you’d get VERY uncomfortable.

Physical contact is not your forte

Probably a 5′0″ demon.

Would peg a man to assert dominance but you’re actually a lil bitch.

Knows the answer to the question they can’t solve.

Doesn’t study as much as they should but somehow still gets good grades.

Really likes french fries and the taste of strawberries.

Just wants to be left alone

Ennoshita:

The one friend that gets talked over and it really pisses you off but you’re too nice to say anything.

Seems really passive but can actually be hella confrontational when they wanna be

No tolerance for peoples bullshit

Really stable and just an overall reliable person.

People often forget you’re in the room lmao but it’s okay you’d rather listen anyway.

Actually has a really interesting mind and a lot to say but mostly keep it to yourself unless they’re your friend

Answered for someone else in attendance a few years ago and it still bothers you.

People often come to you to vent and you’re chill with it

Don’t stand out much but honestly it doesn’t bother you

Can and will get through an entire book/series in a matter of 3 days.

Quite a minimalist and organised for the most part

You look like you have your shit together and you def do.

Have a controversial taste in pizza.

You have more acquaintances than friends but the ones you do are a v tight knit circle.

Will re take a quiz several times till you get the character you wanted

Radiate Virgo and Libra energy.

Kiyoko:

Type of person to say “step on me” as a way of complimenting and you mean it literally.

Both a sadist and masochist

When someone tells you their not interested it just makes you want them 100x more and it frustrates you why are you like this.

Doesn’t compliment often but when you do it’s really heartfelt.

Looks like your silently judging people but in reality you really couldn’t care.

Just kidding you low-key judge them anyway.

Very picky when it comes to partners.

Independent but has random hella clingy moments.

Despite being quiet, you are capable of roasting a bitch alive if they test your patience.

Like I would NOT wanna get on your bad side

You could deadass send them to therapy, their emotions fenna need some aloe vera for that burn.

Just really calm and relaxed tbh so people enjoy being in your company even though you don’t talk much.

When you do though it’s usually something really interesting or funny.

You just don’t see the point in talking if what your saying doesn’t hold any value??

You hate small talk and would rather slingshot yourself off a skyscraper than partake in it.

Your face is easy to read and you make no effort to hide it.

If your in a bad mood they WILL know.

Look like your plotting someones demise or questioning life’s theories but in reality you’re really just thinking bout what you want for dinner.

Honestly just a sweetheart tbh.

Low-key have a staring problem.

Has really neat and cursive handwriting like who tf taught you that.

Yachi:

Frequently says something then panics that it could be misinterpreted

You overthink literally everything you have ever said and the actions you haven’t even committed yet

Really likes the taste of sherbet

Could cut a bitch if they needed to

You spend most of your money at Urban Outfitters and don’t regret it.

have an assortment of colouring pencils that ppl always try and borrow and never give them back.

You highlight the shit outta your papers and never read them again.

Really like the smell of peaches

Probably have a v interesting earring collection.

Hoard water bottles in your room and you feel majorly guilty about it.

The taste of honey disgusts you but you eat it anyway for some reason.

Somehow managed to burn rice and solidify soup.

You shouldn’t be trusted in the kitchen but you try your best regardless.

I feel like that applies to most things in your life

Like yeah you fucked it up but like you’re trying your best lol cmon

V tolerant of people but have zero time for fuckboys and shut them down instantly.

You frequently get the shakes from caffeine or anxiety

Or both.

You give really encouraging hugs.

Have no clue what you wanna do in life but it’s ok bby it’ll work out.

Takeda:

You’re a very underappreciated and underrated person and I love u

Probably an English/languages major

Really kind and outgoing but high-key mysterious

Actually has a phat fucking temper like damn where did that come from.

Won’t take no for an answer when you want to achieve something.

That one person people don’t realise is there listening to your conversations but you definitely are and now know Becky’s deepest darkest secret.

Fuck you, becky.

Wore contacts once and forgot to take them out for 3 days.

You wondered why your eyes were so itchy.

Your music taste does not match your appearance.

Probably watch a lot of crime shows and imagine you’re an investigator

Aced physics and chemistry.

More than likely an introvert with extrovert tendencies when you feel like it.

Actually quite temperamental but it’s okay since you’re a v genuine person.

Often debate getting a sugar daddy bc that income looking real tempting rn.

Honest to a fault at times but it’s something people come to appreciate about you.

Just really wanna sleep for 15 hours and sit in front of your laptop with some hot coco.

Ukai:

You like older men

The smell of tobacco and coffee low-key comforts you for some reason.

Peed in a bottle that one time while on a road trip and forgot to throw it out until you found it a week later.

You’re a slut for dyed hair and dudes with piercings.

You once got drunk and passed out on a spinning round-a-bout in a park and your friend still has pictures that you refuse to acknowledge.

Bi-curious and just radiate big Bi energy

Would experiment but you’re too hesitant.

Hates the taste of beer but drinks it anyway.

Just wants to be loved man I stg is that too much to ask.

Often wonder if your friends actually like you then realise you don’t really care anyway lmao.

You still love them though.

Tired of working over time and just wanna catch a break.

Amazon Prime is your best friend.

Random ass parcels comin thru’ each day and it feels like Christmas.

A very lonely and one-man party Christmas.

Stop spending your fucking paycheck.

Have a pretty dark/cynical but really funny sense of humour and you often make people laugh.

Have a big ass temper and people KNOW it.

Often fantasised about dropping out and becoming a stripper bc your patience was being TESTED.

Really likes money but who doesn’t tbh.

You radiate Chaotic Evil but keep it under wraps.

#hq #haikyuu #karasuno #ukai keishin #takeda ittetsu #yachi hitoka #kiyoko shimizu #ennoshita chikara #tsukishima kei #yamaguchi tadashi #daichi sawamura #sugawara koushi #asahi azumane #tanaka ryuunosuke #nishinoya yuu #hinata shoyo #kageyama tobio

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rendezvousrenjun · 4 years

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our playlist. | j.jaehyun

✩ In which each song represents each pivotal moment in your relationship with Jung Jaehyun. ✩ romance + angst | 6.2k words | beware! some cussing :(

Jaehyun loved to learn more about the world. The dork inside him always questioned the most mundane things; Where do phobias come from? What would happen if there were no moon? Can you ever stop loving someone? Being an idol, there were multiple times he missed the regular everyday hobbies he used to partake in. Nonetheless, hands on experience and opportunities given to him by his company would always be something he would be grateful for. His dream would always be first priority, everything else could follow after.

His company encouraged him to film another “Daily Jaehyun” vlog (although he’d prefer to call them “Yuno Time”) for the holiday season as a gift for all the nctzens. He always enjoyed taking his time filming them, as it basically meant being able to relax and spend some time on himself-- besides the fact that there was a camera or two.

He had asked Johnny what would be interesting enough to film; Johnny responding with “they’d be happy with anything you do.”

And yes, sure, they probably would -- but Jaehyun wanted this to be special. Something special he could do. Not even for himself but for others. It was the season of giving after-all. A couple hours of listening to music and pondering on his bed later, he decided he wanted to vlog himself volunteering to encourage the nctzens to do so too.

That’s when he met you.

⌜ OUTTA MY MIND - Monsune ⌟

It was right before the sun started to set when you receive a call from SM entertainment. They ask for permission to film at the nursing home you worked at, which caught you off guard. You were in the midst of organizing the files of care home patients -- and no one really calls around this time -- so you ended up jotting down all the information on a folder. To say you were surprised that such a well known company wanted to stop over at this specific care home would be an understatement; but you made sure to relay the message to your manager as well as the rest of the staff members.

Suddenly the tan dry walls seemed to be splattered with a different type of sunlight -- the transition from day to dusk blanketing over you and your colleagues’ excitement.

The frost on your car window was still intact early in the morning when you show up to work. Funnily enough, everyone else had arrived as early as you. The day began as it always does -- checking stats and arranging breakfast for your designated patients. You hear your manager greet two people about two hours in. They set up cameras in the main halls and public spaces in order to capture all the action without disturbing the elderly.

Unfortunately it still caused pandemonium, and one certain patient was particular in expressing their unsettling feelings about this.

“What’s happening? You think being here is some type of sick joke?” He spits out in disdain. “What’s with all these cameras, huh? Gonna capture us in wheelchairs and pissing ourselves?”

You begin to feel guilty. But considering that there wasn't anything you could do now, hearing your manager discuss that some van would be here any time now, you lower yourself to the upset patient.

“You know what they say,” your eyes stare into his with utmost sincerity, taking both of his hands in yours as you crouch to make sure you weren’t talking down to him, “the more the merrier. I’m sorry to put you in such an uncomfortable situation sir, tell me anything you need and I’ll be sure to take care of it right away -- really anything -- it’s just that this publicity could really help this clinic, you know? And -- I really want to raise the donations this year to fund your guys’ equipment -- this could be the perfect opportunity, so what’dya say? Just for today let’s bare with the cameras, hmm?” You rub your thumbs over his palms to calm him down a bit more.

You don’t even realize Jaehyun had already walked in and started vlogging his greeting of your other colleagues because you’re so focused on the smile the grumpy old man genuinely gave you now.

“Ooh, baby, let me get you into my life

Ooh, baby, I can't let you out of my sight”

As cheesy as it sounds, Jaehyun was completely enamored by you the moment he laid eyes on you. The way you were comforting the old man, the way you spoke with such hope towards him, the way your entire presence seemed so gentle; maybe he just caught you at the right moment but you immediately made him feel some type of way.

His camera is still focused on his face, and it captures the way he melts in adoration over you, dimples and all.

Your mind totally blanks out when you look up at him smiling like that and at you.

“Hey, nice to meet you both. I’m Jaehyun, um-” he bites his lip to stop himself from smiling as wide when you reciprocate one back at him, “what could I do to help?”

You end up being Jaehyun’s guide the entire time, not like you didn’t mind. Because you did not mind AT ALL. He just follows everything you do, listening to your instructions intently, trying his best; something you found admirable.

On the inside, Jaehyun is absolutely dorking out at the way you passionately explain things to him, all the procedures and what most volunteers do. He stares at your mouth and the way you form words, or when you scrunch up your nose when he says something jokingly. He almost forgets that he’s volunteering because he’s having so much fun working with you. Oh? Organizing files? Piece of cake. Preparing adult diapers? No problemo. Checking medication schedules? Sure! Speaking to the elderly about taking their insulin shots? Okie dokie.

You notice that he’s staring sometimes, thinking he ain’t that slick, and when you do catch him his cheeks flush a bright pink and he clumsily swings his head back to fight back his embarrassment. You enjoy how he’s taking what you’re doing seriously; he even nods at your tangents about the importance of taking care of oneself, or the proper way to track your sugar levels.

Which Jaehyun then realizes he’s been neglecting his camera and points at it to declare, “you hear that nctzens? Take care of yourselves and others around you, okay??”

You end up facepalming with both hands to resist secondhand embarrassment.

You don’t notice the day pass by so quickly, in fact none of the people at the nursing home did. Jaehyun’s appearance filled them with joy; one of the grandmas even remarked that Jaehyun’s handsome face extended her lifeline -- which caused all the residents to burst out laughing. When the cameras are put away and shut off, you’re upset that such a great day is over. Jaehyun says goodbye to you last, as you send him off from the entrance.

He skips about five steps down the pavement before he hesitates taking the next. You watch him turn around and take long strides towards you by the door.

“Don't even know you

But I can't get you outta my mind”

“Hey..” he breathes out in a polite chuckle.

“Hey…..”

“So uh, I know I kinda asked you a bunch of questions about you earlier and I hope I wasn’t intruding your privacy--”

“You weren’t!” you cover your mouth with your hand since you’re surprised at how fast you cut him off, “I mean, you really weren’t, it was nice.”

“Um, well, I forgot to ask about something else.” he starts biting the inside of his cheek to fight his own nerves. “But may I have your number, y/n?”

“I've been waiting for the right time

To let u know that i've been looking for you all of my life”

⌜ you are luhh - cover by Frank Ocean ⌟

Jaehyun really wanted to take you someplace nice for your first date but options were, unfortunately, extremely limited.

In a way, there were multiple restraints to taking you out properly. He wanted to pick you up, but he didn’t own a car. He wanted to bring you some place where he could show you off, but instead he had to find somewhere with as little foot traffic as possible. He was also apologetic about the fact he asked you to come out after your shift and at night when it was dangerous.

It was around eleven at night when Jaehyun had asked if you guys could meet up at a downtown music shop on the outskirts of town. You have never heard of this particular one before, as it seemed to be an individual-owned business.

Entering the shop, hair a bit messy from getting off work, clothes smelling a tad like hand sanitizer-- you are greeted by the soft music playing inside the shop. There was certainly a retro-ambiance that glowed from within: orange light bulbs hanging from the ceiling, little key-chains on a rack, a jukebox stored at the back of the shop, and vanilla scented candles looming over a couple of the vinyl shelves.

Jaehyun watches the way you make your way over to him in the back. The atmosphere adding to your appearance makes him breathe out a soft “wow”.

“Sorry we couldn’t meet up earlier.”

“Jaehyun I’m just glad you wanted to meet me at all.”

His eyes smile at you as his grin spreads across his cheeks. You restrain yourself from pinching them.

“I love this place, it’s like a new little world.” Your eyes move around the room as you talk, walking over to see some of the CDs.

“Right? Honestly I can’t believe it hasn't blown up yet since the owner is such a cool dude too.” He follows you over to the CDs where you excitedly point out your favorites.

You guys naturally get along well, enjoying each others’ company without much thought. It was such a relaxed environment, all the nerves from the start were replaced with wholesome butterflies. The way Jaehyun talked about music was so endearing to you. He was so passionate about his work that it made you respect him even more than you thought possible.

“Oh!” Jaehyun interrupts himself to pull out two matching keychains with tiny vinyls on them, “look what I bought for us! Sorry if you think it’s a little much-”

“AHHH I love them! They’re so cute! Were they handmade? And there's one for each of us…” You pout at how cute the gesture is, genuinely touched.

Jaehyun took note of your expression, saving it in his mind.

“So many things have taken place before this love affair began

But if you feel more like I feel

Confusion can give way to doubt”

Maybe it's delirium from lack of sleep, or the fact it was one am, but Jaehyun really wanted to dance with you. Although he hesitates at first, his impulsiveness takes the best of him and he pops the question.

You listen to the slow rhythm of the song, and move your head to nod “yes” to the beat.

“Tell me what it is

What it is, no need to make believe

Look beyond your world

Try to find, find a place for me”

It was supposed to be awkward but why did you feel like you were about to fall asleep in his arms? You were supposed to be embarrassed for basically embracing as you guys slow dance to the beat in this empty music shop, but you weren’t. You were comfortable. And Jaehyun really liked this feeling.

It was ironic. He was unsettled because he was comfortable with you: your scent, your arms around his neck, his around your waist, your warmth. He plucks up the courage to whisper the question you both have been anticipating into your ear,

“Do you think we could officially be together?”

You don’t move from your position in his arms, his mouth slightly grazing the side of your ear. You take a few seconds to think and he respects the time you take.

“I think we’re going too fast.”

His body stops swaying to the song playing so he could pull apart from you and see your face.

“I don't want this moment to get lost.” He takes hold of your arms, squeezing them gently, then making eye contact with you again. “I know we’re going too fast--” he bites the inside of his cheek, “but I don’t know when the last time I felt this way was, or if I’m ever going to feel this way again.”

You stare at him. He’s so straightforward it makes the butterflies in your stomach go crazy.

“--and being an idol and all--” he pauses to collect his thoughts, “it’s so hard to maintain relationships out of the industry you know? But y/n,” his tone lowers, “I’d understand if you wouldn’t want to get into a relationship with me. Because I’m telling you now, it’s hard. It will be hard. And I sound like a crazy person right now because we’ve only gone on one date but I really really like you.”

You burst out laughing because the butterflies in your stomach wanted to escape so badly, and there was tension building in your lungs. Jaehyun lets go of your arms, flustered by your reaction.

You take his palms again and interlace his fingers with your own.

“Jaehyun I like you too. Although I’m a bit hesitant, I really like you.”

“I’ll try my best y/n, I promise.”

“Cuz when you're at your best you are love

You're a positive motivating force within my life

Should you ever feel the need to wonder why

Let me know, let me know”

⌜ --star. - Nadin Amizah⌟

The first time you entered Jaehyun’s dorm you expected it to be extremely chaotic. But then again, you really didn’t know much apart from what the members had posted online on their daily channel.

It was like any other dorm. It wasn’t exactly messy, but it wasn’t spotless either. It just seemed like the next run-of-the-mill shared apartment complex where people lived. It did, however, have a distinct smell. Coffee? Men’s deodorant? A slight hint of fabric softener -- or was that the soup that was boiling on the stove? It was heavy mix.

Your first instinct was to go to the kitchen as Jaehyun was locking the door. An auntie was stirring the soup and was quite startled at your appearance.

“I’m so sorry! I couldn’t help but come over because it smelled so good…” The auntie, followed by Jaehyun, started laughing at your charm.

“Auntie this is y/n.”

“I’m Jaehyun’s friend, nice to meet you.”

“Girlfriend actually--”

You look up at Jaehyun in surprise, the word actually leaving his mouth for the first time. Taeil walks into the kitchen at the sound of the word as well and greets you happily.

“See I told you not to worry about the members.” Jaehyun whispers as you two make your way towards his bedroom. Once you’re inside, you sit at the edge of his barely made bed and lean over towards his piano to play a single note.

“You want me to play you something?”

“You sure? You don’t have to, we could just chill now.”

Jaehyun grabs some of the red wine in his little refrigerator and hands it over to you, then sits at the keyboard to brush over the keys.

“Lend me your palm

I have brought you a star

As bright as who you are

But not enough as lovely as what you are”

Listening to Jaehyun play so effortlessly, the way his fingers glide and shift between keys while concentrating on the sheet music made you realize how he shined as an artist. You’ve always known he was talented (guiltily listening to all his covers on Youtube at least ten times on repeat), but you are always hypnotized whenever you see it live. His voice mixing into the melody was so fucking beautiful it made you emotional. He was just so fucking beautiful.

“WHY ARE YOU CRYING??!!” He abruptly stops playing to twirl his chair over to you who’s currently bawling after finishing about half a bottle of wine. He takes your face in his palms, wiping your tears with his sweater, concern evident in the crinkles of his forehead.

“Jaehyun… you, you….you’re a star! Just so talented! I can’t handle it!” You look him dead in the eyes with tears springing up again at this drunken confession.

He’s overwhelmed with your red cheeks and the passion you have to continuously proclaim how amazing his voice is. It really means so much to him hearing this from you. He keeps staring at your mouth babble on about how he deserves recognition -- the entire world even -- and he can’t help but melt.

“Whisper me a kiss

You can draw me your dreams

It’s safe inside this tiny house

Where we both understand of who we are”

“Can I kiss you?” He asks and you stop talking just to gasp.

“dUH you beautiful MAN!” You throw your arms around his neck sloppily and he smiles while he presses your lips together for the first time, tasting the wine from earlier. It’s sweet and soft and meaningful. Just like you.

You try to lean more into him but you end up almost falling over from the edge of the bed.

“I might have to return you to the sky tonight

But now it feels like you make everything alright

I might have never told you but with you

Feel like everything is right”

⌜ Thank You - JUNNY⌟

It’s been exactly one year since Jaehyun and you have been dating. Surprisingly no one has caught you guys yet, other than your closest, most trusted friends, and of course, the NCT members. Unfortunately, your boyfriend was doing promotions for their new comeback all day today. You were extremely proud of him and really happy that he was living out his dream, it was just a tad tiny bit disappointing you couldn’t make it to any of stages since you were at work all day as well.

Not seeing each other in person was something you both had to get used to. It was difficult when both of you wanted to be comforted, or do things together. But for the past year you guys have been staying strong for so long, it was just the normal in your relationship. It often led to multiple miscommunications here and there, but in general, you two were going steady.

You had sent Jaehyun a happy anniversary paragraph the moment you wake up, excited despite knowing well enough you weren’t going to see him today.

↬ Baby! Good morning! I hope your promotions do really really well! You’re going to do so well today. Know I am always proud of you, my precious star. I can’t believe it’s already been a year together. I hope it turns into two years, or five, or maybe… fifty? AHAHAH I miss you! Stay Healthy! Happy Anniversary. I love you.

You constantly checked your phone throughout the day to see if he replied to the message, but he didn’t.

Even when the television in the nursing home switched to a music network where Jaehyun was performing you wondered if he didn’t even have time to send a quick text while he was getting ready throughout the day.

You knew you shouldn’t complain. He was busy. You were busy. But busy enough to not even greet you? Wasn’t that a bit much?

Nevertheless it puts you in a bad mood for the rest of the day, all the way to the car drive home, and all the way to your bed. You check your phone one last time right before twelve am strikes, and decide to sleep it off.

The next morning you wake up to your phone ringing continuously at around three am.

↬ 14 Missed Calls from ‘My Star’

↬ 25 Text Messages from ‘My Star’

↬ Incoming Video Call: ‘My Star’

You press accept, rubbing the sleep from your eyes to try to adjust to the bright light of your phone in the pitch black of your bedroom.

“I just wanted you to know

For you I have my gratitude

and so much more

Every one of your messages

I be reading inside”

“Y/n….” Jaehyun was sobbing on video call and you were genuinely confused for the first minute or so because your body hasn’t adjusted to what was happening yet. “I’m so sorry for not replying--” he starts sobbing again, “you must’ve been so sad oh my gosh….”

You straighten up so you could see Jaehyun’s face on camera and your heart drops at him feeling bad for not replying. “Jaehyun! Today was your comeback! You should be happy!”

“But I didn’t even reply y/n! I’m such a terrible boyfriend!”

“Hey…. shhh…. It’s okay. Well, to be honest I was pretty upset, but I know you didn’t mean to leave me hanging.”

“But I did! I even left you on read, oh my gosh I’m literally the worst.”

“Hey! Stop disrespecting yourself like that. You’re here now that’s what matters.”

Jaehyun sniffles and starts wiping his tears and begins to regulate his breathing again.

“I prepared a video to send you of me singing -- thank goodness I took it a couple days ago or else it would’ve sounded terrible now.”

“Oh really? Is it in our chat?”

“Yea I sent it on messages, basically I just wanted to tell you how much you mean to me. And that I’m so happy I met you by chance because I really wouldn’t know what I would do without you. Literally -- showed me another perspective on life and you are always supporting me. You’re so beautiful inside and out baby I-” he starts choking up again, “I love you.”

“I love you too Jaehyun. Now go to sleep! You must be so tired oh my goodness! How long were you calling me for?”

“Are you sure? We can stay up and talk about your day, it’s really okay.”

“No it’s not okay go to sleep babe, I can feel your sleepiness from here.”

“You know me too well. Goodnight mwah baby. Again, I’m really sorry and I miss you.”

“Mhmm.”

You ended up watching Jaehyun’s video singing you a song. He begins by saying how he thinks the lyrics really resonate with him, followed by Haechan and Johnny shouting behind him.

“I’ve been listening

to you from the start

Thank you for today

Tomorrow yesterday

Every day and night

I wanna thank you

for believing

I’ve been listening

to you all along

Put it to my faith

I just feel amazing

Every day and night

You make me feel alive

Thank you for your love”

Now it was your turn to bawl.

⌜ Mad - Ne-Yo⌟

No relationship is perfect. No matter how hard you and Jaehyun tried there was always some sort of barrier. Or some unspoken rule. At first you thought it was the lack of time both of you had for each other these days.

You, being busy taking care of the residents in the care home. Jaehyun, busy preparing for his world tour.

“Oh baby this love ain't gonna be perfect, oh no (perfect, perfect, oh)

And just how good it's gonna be

We can fuss and we can fight

As long as everything's alright between us

Before we go to sleep”

At some point you realized you couldn’t rely on Jaehyun completely anymore.

You had just witnessed the old man who had grumpily refused to be caught on camera just over two years ago, pass away. This was the most difficult part about your line of work, and you really just wanted to be held and be told it was okay. However, when you showed up at Jaehyun’s dorm he was asleep on his bed after a long day of practice. You wanted to wake him up to talk to him about how hard it’s been for you lately -- and you did. You wanted to be selfish and talk about it because it’s something that’s been snatching your insides.

“We fight in this war, baby when both of us are losing, oh, whoa

(This ain't the way that love is supposed to go)

(What happened to working it out?)”

When he woke up he wasn’t too happy. Snapping crankily at you because he had a bad day at practice and that he was extremely tired. Initially, you were stunned. Was this really the Jaehyun who promised that he’d try his best? You wanted to be considerate, you really did. But eventually you start to feel like you were less important and less loved in comparison.

You questioned whether your problems were even valid enough to talk about with him. Ever since that day you questioned everything you said before telling him anything. Always the one supporting him. Always the one to lend a shoulder.

You two were stressed and tired all the time. You wanted to communicate with him, you really did, but the opportunity felt like it never came.

“Let’s break up.”

“What?”

Jaehyun was in the middle of his rants, the only thing he did when you two saw each other in person nowadays. You sat at the edge of his bed, the same place where he kissed you for the first time. Except this time instead of playing the piano he was playing with your heart.

“And now as I'm yelling over her, she yelling over me

All that that means is neither of us are listening”

“You never listen to me anymore. I’ve been trying to communicate with you but all you ever talk about is your fucking tour. Don’t get it twisted -- I’m proud of you. I’ve always have been. But what about me --” you finally snap. You can’t stop yourself from breaking down right there.

Jaehyun is silent. He doesn’t hold you. He’s in shock. Was this really how you felt? This whole time? He just let this happen to you?

“You’re not going to argue with me? Say anything?”

“I can’t argue with someone who's already made their decision. I told you that it was going to be hard, I thought you expected this? What happened to all the promises huh?”

“Oh? Promises? We’re talking about promises now? Where were you when I needed you most? When was the last time you comforted me for once? Huh Jung motherfucking Jaehyun?!”

Doyoung could hear the yelling from his bedroom and decided to check up on you guys to make sure nothing too bad was happening. When he interrupts you two arguing, you take this as an opportunity to get up and leave.

“Fine! Leave! I’m leaving tomorrow morning anyways! Have a good life y/n!” Jaehyun basically spits out of his mouth, ears red, venom pouring out through every word.

“But baby can we make up now

'Cause I can't sleep through the pain (can't sleep through the pain)”

None of you sleep that night.

⌜ Hearing Your Voice - Omar Apollo⌟

Seeing Jaehyun so at ease on national television, or just on promotional photos on Twitter or Instagram hurt you more than it should.

It’s been a month since you two broke up but it still feels fresh. You still loved Jaehyun. However, him not even messaging you once after your fight was absolutely ridiculous to you. What was he expecting? You running to him at the airport like in the movies? So what? You could apologize? There’s no way you were in the wrong though. It was just hard. Knowing he didn’t care enough to call.

Halfway around the world Jaehyun knew he fucked up bad. But he tried to ignore it. He wanted to enjoy being with international nctzens and exploring the world with his members. Everyday held something fun, although he had to admit he would zone out in some of the interviews, he really enjoyed his time out.

“I got time, what you expected?

Sleepless nights, felt disconnected”

It was when he got back to his hotel room every night where he realized how empty he felt at the end of the day.

He couldn’t sleep alone. Although, you never got to sleep with him often anyways. It was something he truly regretted -- not being in your company enough. It was too late now though. His competitiveness and pride got the best of him. He lost you and that was that. He didn’t make you happy anymore and you probably didn’t even think about him as much as he thought about you. Damn. Thinking about you like this. It was a lot.

“But that's not fair

You got everything I need

Used to call me constantly”

He misses you. Like crazy. So much he would even dream about what your voice sounded like, or what your hands felt like to hold, or all the times you were there for him. All the times you put in effort and went out of your way just to see him. Or the smile you would put on for him so he wouldn’t feel bad about forgetting something. He used to do that too. When did it go wrong?

“It don't make sense to me

But I'm fantasizing 'bout hearing your voice”

It doesn’t make sense. He should’ve been content with what he has, his dream was always a top priority, but why did it always felt like he was always forgetting something? No matter how many days passed, or how many sleepless nights went on, you were always lingering around him. Haunting his thoughts every second he was conscious -- even unconscious.

He saw you everywhere he went, hell, he couldn’t even look at stars without thinking of the way you called him your’s. He worried about you so much he thought he was going to die.

He wanted to hear from you again. Talk to you again. But he didn’t. He was too stubborn for his own good.

Despite all of this, you did not know. You were blinded by your own assumptions about how Jaehyun was probably out with somebody else.

The only time he heard of you was when Doyoung approached him asking him if he knew how you’ve been these past few months. In which Jaehyun could only bitterly laugh, obviously still hurt from hearing your name. But it was more self-harm than harm from you: he’s doing this to himself. Jaehyun recollected himself quickly though when he noticed Doyoung remaining stoic.

Doyoung puts his hand on top of Jaehyun’s knee and looks back up at him.

“Jaehyun. I know you are hurt right now, but y/n got in a car accident last night, and I think right now, more than ever, it’s time for you to swallow your big ass pride and just go to her. Stop playing the victim when we all know you were the one neglecting her in the first place.”

“I'm not confiding in

What's really here”

Everyone has a realization so powerful it basically breaks them at some point in their lives. A realization so daring to cross one’s mind. This was Jaehyun’s:

You were now his top priority.

⌜ Nothing - Jeremy Passion⌟

↬ Report: NCT Jaehyun leaves Worldwide Tour early for unspecified reasons.

“There's not much, not much the world can do

To keep me away from you

I am committed to make sure

These dreams we have come true”

You feel your body’s soreness the moment you wake up from your hospital bed. It was late at night, the humidifier and flowers next to your head, while the window that presented the night view was on the other. You feel something tickle your left hand, so you try to extend your neck to look.

At the edge of your bed, was Jaehyun. Your hand was clutched in his as his hair fell near the tips of your fingers. He was sound asleep, sitting in such an uncomfortable position. This was a dream, no way Jaehyun could be here right now.

But you move your fingers to feel the tuft of hair, and to your surprise, this was real. His eyes flutter open and he raises his head to look at you in person for the first time in months. You retract your hand agonizing slow in order to put yourself through any more pain, but Jaehyun gently clutches your palm again. He starts rubbing it against his cheek, and you choke up at his touch.

You didn’t want to melt so easily under his touch, but it all felt so familiar. He doesn’t break eye contact with you when you simply stare at him, expression unreadable. He moves your knuckles from his cheek to his lips, where he presses a warm kiss, warm tears falling in the process. He holds your hand with both of his as he silently sobs into it.

“Why are you here? I thought we both agreed we were broken up.” You try to steady your voice, but there was an underlying quiver to your tone. You do not have the strength to remove your hand.

Jaehyun grips your hand tighter, his breath exhaling “sorry” repeatedly over it. You can’t hold yourself back anymore.

“It’s like you never listened to me!” You yelp out between broken cries, “and it hurt to know that the person I thought I would’ve spent forever with just left me in the dust like that! Everyday I wondered, ‘no way he could’ve done that -- not my Jaehyun.’ But you did--”

He reaches over to hold onto your arm now, trying hard not to hurt you any further but wanting you closer to him.

“You know what? I spent all my life taking care of other people and I thought, maybe this just once you were going to take care of me.”

His sobbing gets increasingly louder, hearing those words fall out of you. He buries his head into your shoulder gently, your arm still lodged in between his chest and arms. It was an uncomfortable position, but he wanted to hold you. To hold you properly this time.

“Wait -- I just realized -- I’m upset with you right now but what about your tour?”

“Don’t care. I miss you. I’m sorry. Really sorry. Really sorry…” He keeps mumbling apologizes into your shoulder.

“Honey, we'll make it

Nothing can stop us, nothing can stop us now”

You cave in and peck him on the top of his head, “I’m not forgiving you right away okay? It’s going to take some time for us to heal and communicate properly this time.”

“But this time nothing is going to get in the way for how I feel about you.”

“How can you say that so surely?”

“Because I love you and I’d do anything to make you feel safe with me again.”

“I've been blessed with the privilege

Of loving you, babe”

⌜ Day 1 (Brooklyn Session) - HONNE⌟

“When I first met you, it just felt right

It's like I met a copy of myself that night

I don't believe in fate as such

But we were meant to be together that's my hunch”

You told Jaehyun that getting a white couch was going to be a bad idea but you guys ended up getting one anyways. Turns out, despite the stain-potential, the one he picked was so comfortable to the point you two often fell asleep on it.

You join Jaehyun on the couch as he flips through one of your photograph albums. Your arms sneaking around his torso to hug him from behind.

“I got lucky finding you

I won big the day that I came across you

'Cause when you're with me, I don't feel blue

Not a day goes by that I would not redo”

“You’re looking at our album?”

“Mhmm” Jaehyun hums back, eyes admiring the shared pictures you two have taken over the years.

“Oh you know what would be really good right now? If we listened to ‘our playlist’ so we could be extra nostalgic HAHA!”

“Should we?” Jaehyun flips to the next page, “man I still can’t believe you added the song that reminds us of our breakup on it…”

“Oh shhh… it’s a good song.” You get up to play the playlist on your guys’ home stereo. “If we didn’t break up that one time we wouldn’t have gotten this far yaknow?”

“You’re right baby.” He pulls you back to the couch to sit next to him, placing the album between the two of you.

“I still can’t believe you took a picture of that red wine bottle.”

“But that’s not any red wine bottle, y/n. That’s the first kiss red wine bottle.” He flashes his timeless dimple at you as the two of you fond over the memory.

“I could barely remember our first kiss.”

“I can kiss you now if you want?”

“what--”

Jaehyun wraps his right hand around the nape of your neck as the other one gingerly makes its way to your left cheek. He places his soft lips against yours, leaving the taste of his peach lip balm on you. There’s a cold sensation pressing into your skin, reminding you of the silver ring that matches yours placed on his ring finger.

“You'll always be my day one

Day zero when I was no one

I'm nothing by myself, you and no one else

Thankful you're my day one”

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Rodrak

Here's a winter holiday story featuring a rather handsome orc spending his first Christmas with his partner.

Warnings: Fluff and Christmas stuff

The cabin is warm and cozy. There’s a fire burning in the fireplace and the air smells sweet, a perfect mixture of the cookies cooling on the kitchen counter and the fresh pine tree in the living room. Above the chimney are two stockings, both are filled with a random assortment of gifts and sweets. Outside, the snow is falling slowly. It’s the first white Christmas you’ve ever had, and it’s beautiful.

“Babe,” comes a voice behind you.

You turn away from the window and smile at your boyfriend, Rodrak. He’s an orc, broad and tall, with long hair that’s pulled into a messy bun at the nape of his neck. He’s wearing sweatpants and a tank top with splits in the sides. Intricate tattoos cover his right arm, shoulder, and part of his chest. There’s a Santa hat on his head.

Rodrak is standing next to a partially decorated Christmas tree that is his approximate height, holding a star and angel in his hand. The tree is covered in lights, some are clear and the rest is a pretty shade of pink. At his feet is an opened box of ornaments.

“Yeah?”

“Which goes on the top? A star or angel?”

“Either.”

He frowns and looks back at the ornaments. “Do they have different meanings?”

You take a moment to think then walk towards him. “I think they both have religious meanings. An angel is obviously Christian. But the star… maybe it’s supposed to be the star that the wise men followed. We’ll use the star.”

He nods and puts the angel away. “So, why the tree? Does that mean anything?”

“Not to Christians. I think it’s a variation of a yule log.”

He nods. “We use a yule log, or something like that, in my clan.”

“Really?”

“Yup. In the old days, before technology and heating systems, every family would need to keep a fire burning all winter long in their homes. The log was usually the first thing to burn, but now we just decorate it. Kind of like what you do with this tree. The Chief of a stronghold usually keeps a fire burning all winter though.”

“Why only the Chief?”

“Tradition, but each hold is different. My uncle kept the fire burning all winter, he took it very seriously. Throughout the winter the kids and elderly in the stronghold would sleep near the fire. And he was there most nights, keeping the fire burning.”

“If he wasn’t there?”

“Then my aunt or one of his kids were there. My mother and father helped a couple of nights too. Why are there lights on the Christmas tree?”

“I don’t know.”

Rodrak turns to you and frowns. “You don’t know? How do you not know?”

“I’m not Christian, babe. Most of Christmas is just commercialized. The lights just make the tree pretty.”

“Then, why do you celebrate it?”

You stop and think. “I… I don’t know. I remember my family staying up until midnight on Christmas Eve and opening gifts. And sometimes there were fights, but I remember being around everyone and being so happy. Even when I got older and the lure of gifts wasn’t as enticing, but I enjoyed staying up with my family.”

“So, it’s a traditional thing, then?”

“Yes.”

He nods and pulls a couple of reindeer ornaments out of the box. “Some clans eat reindeer during this time.”

You snort and place the ornament on the tree. “Poor Rudolph.”

Rodrak laughs and pulls out a bulb. “I saw that when I was younger. It was on tv and I didn’t really know what it was about. I remember asking my mom if Santa was going to visit us.”

“What did she say?”

“She said that’s a Christian thing and that Santa doesn’t visit us. Then she said that even if he did visit us, the only thing I would get is coal.”

You laughed louder than you meant to. “Your mom did tell me how bad you were as a kid.”

“I wasn’t that bad, just curious.”

“Babe, you helped shave your uncle’s beard.”

“Yeah, but my cousins and sister helped.”

“But who was the mastermind?”

Rodrak did his best to hide the smirk on his face and refused to look at you.

“Yeah,” you laughed, “That’s what I thought.”

Rodrak wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you to the couch. “What about you, love? Did you ever get any coal in your stocking?”

“No, because I was a good kid.”

Rodrak lifted an eyebrow. “Really?”

“Yes.” You tapped his nose. “Plus, I was too smart to get caught doing bad shit.”

“Sneak.”

“I am the sneakiest.”

“That’s how you stole my heart. Snuck right into my life and took it before I knew what was happening.”

You blush and look away. Stereotypes paint orcs as being brutish and hard, with no time for romance or love. But those are wrong, so very wrong because orcs are romantic in their own ways. And Rodrak, he’s the most romantic person you’ve ever dated. From this trip he took you on, to the sweet declarations of love, the man can make any romcom look stupid.

Rodrak laughs at your reaction. His hand cups your chin and he angels your face up. He gives you a smile that makes your heart skip a beat. The love in his eyes never fails to make your chest swell with warmth. His hands-on you, so sweet and gentle, leaves tingles and bumps along your skin.

He leans in and presses a soft kiss to your lips. His lips are soft and taste faintly of the sugar cookies you both made. His tusks rub against your face. They’re smooth and the tips are dull. As intimidating as they appear, nothing about them scares or worries you. It’s a comfort when they rub against your face.

You try to deepen the kiss, but Rodrak pulls away. He gives you a smirk and ignores the pouty look on your face.

“Come on love, let’s finish the tree. Then we can do as much nasty stuff as you want.”

You let out a long sigh. “Fine.”

Rodrak stands and helps you up. He gives you a small tap on the ass when you walk towards the tree. “Dramatic.”

You feign an insulted gasp. “Says the one who had to show off during your Honor the Dead festival.”

Rodrak huffs at the mention of that day. The Honor the Dead festival is an orc holiday that commemorates and remembers their dead. It’s a week-long event that begins November first. Rodrak explained that it is an ancient holiday, originally celebrated to remember every orc that died. From ancient warriors and Chiefs to modern orcs that pushed for social change, they all are remembered.

Rodrak took you to his clan hold to visit during the week-long festival. His family was very excited to meet you and the time you spent with them was fun. Instead of a somber event, the entire hold was buzzing with life. Stories were told about the dead, games were played, and offerings were made. However, there was an incident during the pumpkin throwing contest.

Rodrak grabs a bulb out of the box and frowns at you. “I wasn’t showing off.”

“You insisted you can throw more pumpkins that anyone else.”

“So?”

“Babe, you spent an hour painting them to resemble your cousins and friends. And then you destroyed all ten good pumpkins. It was a huge mess!”

Rodrak gives you a look. “You’re supposed to be on my side.”

“I am on your side, love. But it was a gross mess. Pumpkins guts were everywhere. I had some in my hair.”

Rodrak snorts and nods. “Yeah, you did. But I had to do that.”

“Why?”

“For you. I had to show off for you. It’s an orc thing.”

“What?”

“When we bring someone home, a potential partner, we need to prove to our family that we can protect our partner. That we’re serious about them.”

You look up at Rodrak and smile. “You’re serious about me then?”

“Oh, sweetheart, I’m deadly serious about you.”

You snort and bump him with your hip. “Dork.”

Rodrak and you spend the next thirty minutes decorating the tree and goofing off. He was very meticulous on where the ornaments were placed. Some of them he didn’t want on the tree, like the random religious ones or the few that you both didn’t understand. Some he said were too ugly to be placed on the tree.

“What does Noel have to do with Christmas? What did she do?”

You look up at him and frown. Noel? Who is he talking about? “What?”

Rodrak holds out a glass ornament for you to see. It’s white but the word Noel is a sparkly silver color. You forgot about that ornament. It was a gift from your grandma at some point.

“This,” Rodrak repeats, “Who is she? Is she one of those Saints?”

“Ohh. Yeah, that’s not a person babe.”

Rodrak looks more confused. “What is it?”

“It was a saying, I believe, to express joy about the birth of Jesus. It also referred to Christmas time at one point.”

Rodrak nods. “Do you want this on the tree? It is very pretty.”

“Nah. We don’t have any religious stuff on the tree, so don’t put that.”

Rodrak gently places it back in its case and puts it somewhere safe.

By the time the star is placed on the top of the tree, it’s late. The fire has dimmed and the snowfall outside is heavier than before. The cookies on the kitchen counter have cooled and just need to be put away.

Rodrak sits on the couch and watches the tree. He’s smiling at the colorful lights and various ornaments. The look on his face and the Santa hat on his head is adorable.

“So,” you ask from the kitchen entrance, “What do you think of the tree?”

Rodrak smiles and looks away from the tree. He gestures for you to sit next to him. “I think it’s pretty. I can see the appeal now.”

You lean your head against his shoulder and take his hand. “Yeah?”

“Yup. When I left my hold and moved to the city, I remember thinking how dumb Christmas trees were. You go to the mall and there are those huge ones with those huge ornaments and they look so… so gaudy. But this,” he gestures to the tree in front of you both, “I like this.”

“I like it too.”

“Honestly, I think I only like it because I did it with you.”

You look up at Rodrak and smile. “I feel the same.”

He smiles back and presses a kiss to your forehead. “What now?”

“We can do whatever we want. The cabin’s ours for a week, the tree is done, and the cookies are put away. What do you want to do?”

Rodrak looks off in thought. After a moment, he smiles and turns to you. You recognize the sparkle in his eyes and can’t help but grow hot.

“I can think of something.”

“Oh? What is it?”

“Something naughty.”

You giggle. “Naughty? Then Santa won’t leave us any gifts.”

Rodrak snorts and picks you up. “Don’t worry, he’ll get such a good show that he’ll leave us many wonderful things.”

You give him a confused look. “Show?”

Rodrak stops in the hallway leading to the bedroom. “Yeah, that song says he’s always watching. So, he’s probably going to watch us fuck.”

You laugh and smack his shoulder. “Dirty man.”

“Hey, I’m not the one watching people when they’re sleeping.”

You giggle and kiss him. Rodrak hums into the kiss and kicks the bedroom door closed, leaving the bright tree alone in the living room.

Outside the snow continues to fall and the temperature steadily drops. But that doesn’t matter, because inside the cabin is warm. There’s a pretty tree in the living room, stockings hanging above the fireplace, and home-cooked food in the fridge. In the bedroom, you’re nestled against Rodrak’s naked body. He holds you against his chest and curls himself protectively around you. The snow can fall all night or forever because inside that cabin is a world of its own.

#exophilia #orc boyfriend #monster boyfriend #orc x reader

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definitelynottony · 4 years

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“December knows me well”

[I actually finished this before midnight! So consider it a Christmas present. Just really wanted to do a short one shot of them like randomly meeting/one night stand kind of romance. Pretty happy with it actually. It’s soft~] [Ao3]

“Hi there, reservation for Harrington.”

“Just the one key?” The front desk attendant asked.

“Yup. Just the one."

"And you’ll be staying with us till the—”

“27th.”

“Okay. Are you aware that there’s a chance of a storm coming in tomorrow night?"

"No, didn’t hear about it.”

“Okay, if this is a Christmas trip though I need to inform you that we’re cancelling our holiday events. So if you’re here to meet with family or—”

“Nope. No family. Just here for some R&R."

"But won’t you—”

“Max! Will you just give the guy his damn room key!” A harsh voice called from a room behind the desk area.

“Right. Sorry, you’re all set Mr. Harrington. Cabin 235."

"Thank you.” Steve winced at her calling him Mr.Harrington. He was not his father. But he gathered his things from the nosy attendant, tried to see if he could whisper a thanks to the man in the back room for saving him from twenty questions. But he couldn’t see him.

“You can take the lifts to your cabin. They’re outside to the back. Oh, or you can wait for Billy-I mean Mr. Hargrove, he’ll be heading down to the camp area in a few. You can wait in front for him if you’d like!"

"Uh, yeah I’ll wait I guess. Thanks again.” The brunette, with his Louis Vuitton suitcase and his Ralph Lauren winter puff jacket, traipsed himself through the lobby. Back through the large gold lined glass doors, under the large chandelier in the entryway; and waited. This place was the Ritz, almost literally.

Hey, if Steve’s parents weren’t going to be home for Christmas then the least Steve could do was charge the most expensive ski trip he could find to his father’s card. Make up for last Christmas too while he was at it. And his birthday! And so the brunette who dripped in brand names he didn’t care about, except to revel in the fact that it pissed his father off when he’d check his bank statements; flew all the way to Colorado, from Indiana. First class, booked the most expensive hotel his google search generated; ‘Maygrove Lodge’.

Steve was born into a rich family that cared more about the money they made then him; he was spoiled, sure, but a brat by choice. Steve did have his own job though, paid for his own bills and food; but that job didn’t get his parent’s attention the way spending their money did. So he stood outside waiting for this Mr. Billy Hargrove to come around and drive him down to the cabins, hopefully help him with his bags too. It was a good ten minutes of shaky legs and winter winds, sure, it was a sunny day but still; thirty something degrees was still freezing. But finally the brunette saw the ski-cab driving around towards him.

“You waiting on a ride to the cabins?” Steve heard the voice before he got a good look at the man driving the cab. It was deep, rough, Steve wasn’t expecting it.

“Yeah."

"Need help with those bags?”

“Yeah."

Steve stood there, eyes plastered to the man trying to get a good look at his face; but he was wearing heavy sunglasses and a thick red plaid jacket. Sherpa lined, blue jeans, buckskin boots. It looked warmer then what Steve was wearing that’s for damn sure. He had nice hair though, short at the sides and long on top. Blonde, it matched the scruff on his face. Jesus, Steve came here thinking he was in for a week of rest but watching the blonde grin at him like that; he wasn’t interested in resting anymore. And the brunette watched as he packed Steve’s bags in the back of the ski-cab,

"Gettin’ in or what?"

"Oh, yeah. Sorry, thanks."

The blonde chortled a bit climbing into the cab. Steve slipped into the seat beside him,

"Man of many words?” He smirked at the brunette starting up the machine. Steve bit his lip around a smile, when was the last time he was this awkward? God he couldn’t remember the last time he had a crush on a guy. Maybe his first semester of college, before he dropped out?

The ride itself was fun, the cart could go pretty fast especially over the fresh fallen snow. Steve bounced around and laughed when they took the steep bends. The cabins were a few miles from the main lodge. They were private, cost a good extra chunk of money then the rooms available in the hotel. Money Steve was all too willing to spend.

“Hey, sorry if Max was givin’ you a hard time at check in. She’s almost like a little sister so I give her some slack, but sometimes gets a little too involved in the guests personal lives. Doesn’t understand boundaries."

"No it’s fine. I mean it is Christmas week, she wasn’t in the wrong. I’m just a weirdo that doesn’t spend it with family.” Steve laughed, quickly wishing he hadn’t just shared that information. “Thank you though, you were the guy in the back?”

“Heh, you and me both, and yeah I was. But seriously, if she gives ya any more trouble about it, just let me know. I’ll fire her nosy ass.” He laughed, Steve liked his laugh, it was…hot. The brunette shamelessly turned to look at the man driving, he really wanted to see what his eyes looked like. Wanted to just reach over and take the sunnies off of him. But that would be even worse than what he did end up doing,

“You can do that? Don’t you just work here too?"

And the blonde, Billy, turned his head as he slowed the cab down to a crawl; looked at the brunette with a small sideways smirk.

"I own this place, pretty boy.”

“Seriously! Shit, I’m so sorry… Mr. Hargrove?"

"Oh, god, Billy. It’s Billy, Mr. Hargrove is my father” the blonde grimaced.

Steve couldn’t help but laugh because he always acts the same way when people call him 'Mr. Harrington’.

“Wait, how old are you?” The brunette questioned,

“Twenty two."

"No way! You’re younger than me and own this whole place? How?"

"Ain’t no secret, just good business. So how old are you?"

”…Twenty three.“

"Really? Face like that thought you were still in high school.” The blonde pulled into a small cul-de-sac of log cabins. It was that hallmark movie kind of perfect looking. But Steve was currently more focused on whether Billy was flirting with him or just stating facts.

Yeah, okay, Steve has a baby face, peach fuzz for days but like the way the blonde said it…or maybe Steve was just cold and horny? And the brunette must have been staring something awful because the blonde took off those sunglasses; finally. And his eyes were blue, perfectly blue, and his eyelashes were thick; so much so they caste shadows. God, he was tan too! Was it fake? How is someone so tan in the winter? Then he smiled at Steve,

“We’re here."

Steve jerked his gaze away, embarrassingly so—

"Wow. It’s beautiful here."

"Thanks” The blonde huffed out a sigh “I need ta grab some firewood so I can’t help ya to your cabin. You all good?"

"Huh? Oh! Yeah, no I’m good. Thank you for the ride Billy."

"No problem pretty boy."

Steve glanced at the blonde again with a faint smile before sliding out of the cab; fumbling his luggage out of the back. Probably making way too many unnecessary sounds,

"Sure y'all good?"

"Yup. Totally… completely…” he huffed, pulling his suitcases up in front of the ski-cab “good."

Billy laughed again and nodded, hand tapping the steering wheel "alright. Call the front desk if you need anything."

"Will do."

"Hope you enjoy your stay."

"Planning on it!” The brunette shouted over the motor as the blonde was backing out. He was such a dork, but he was cute.

“Jesus! Why did I pack so much!” Steve whined as he dragged his suitcases up the cabin’s stairs. Of course cabin 235 had to be the one farthest from the pathway. But the brunette was actually surprised as he caught his breath and opened the door; it was decorated for the holidays. There was even a small tree hung with lights near the window. It was warm and cozy, looked more like someone’s home then a getaway spot.

There were fur blankets sprawled across the couch, food and alcohol stocked. Seriously some first class digs. If this is what seven hundred dollars a night buys you then Steve was considering extended stay options. God, even the bathroom was stocked with brand named shit! He really started to wonder if the last guest just forgot to pack their belongings when he went to the bedroom. The closet was full, which yeah, that’s pretty odd. But Steve has always been a 'live out of the suitcase’ kind of traveler anyways.

He scuffed his bags into the bedroom before exploring more of the cabin, it was a single level but had a small loft; the kind you have to climb a ladder to get to. There was a large flat screen that hung on the wall, a real wood burning fireplace sat under it. And a white fluffy rug in front of the fireplace. Steve really felt like he was in a Christmas movie, all he needed was some hot chocolate and… well, he wasn’t necessarily picky at the moment but that Billy guy would be pretty nice.

Guy like him probably isn’t even gay though, probably has women flocking over him, and he’s fuckin’ rich. Not ’my parents are rich’, but like it’s actually his money! Basically owns the whole damn mountain! That’s so hot. The guy is a real go getter, knows what he wanted in life; unlike Steve. Well Steve knows he wants hot cocoa and that guy in his bed, but besides that, no future plans.

So almost an hour later the brunette was perfectly stretched out over the leather, blankets donned couch. Tv on in the background playing some old Christmas movie he wasn’t paying attention to; hot chocolate in one hand, cell phone in the other. A real twenty first century king if I’ve ever seen one. He’s been flipping through Google, Twitter and Instagram for the last thirty minutes trying to find a Mr. Billy Hargrove; it’s like the guy doesn’t exist. Said for a few articles about the young entrepreneur.

Blessed with some very noteworthy pictures of the guy. “Jesus.” Steve murmured zooming in on one of the photos. His eyes were seriously blue, and he has freckles that the brunette didn’t notice before. “Shit” he sighed out a laugh, he had to laugh at himself. He just flew four hours to a luxury ski lodge just to jerk off to some guy. Given, said guy was gorgeous, but come on… not that he wasn’t going to do it later. But it was only five pm, he should probably like, eat dinner at the very least before retiring to bed.

The brunette hopped off the couch and huffed his way into the kitchen area, it was an open concept floor plan; and a modest size cabin, but still more effort than Steve wanted to give.

“So pasta or… oh my god, no shit, is that caviar? They stock these rooms with caviar! Wonder if they have lobster too!” Steve fanned as he dug into the fridge.

“Do I even like caviar?” He pondered as he opened up the can, he dipped his pinky finger into it like the gentleman he is. “Nope. Definitely do not like caviar. Good to know.” He shrugged it off putting it back. “Pasta it is."

And as the brunette made way with his food, dancing to whatever commercial song was on in the living room; a news banner interrupt it. Loud beeping followed by that annoying audio prompt. Something about a winter storm advisory.

Steve paid no mind to it, hell he’d pay someone to trap him inside his little winter wonderland. Let it snow, he thought, which prompted him to sing as he finished with his food. Pooling it all into a large bowl that he knows he’ll never be able to finish, but god damn he’s gonna try.

After more television, some wine he found in a cabinet and half a bowl of pasta later; the brunette was pretty satisfied with his first night. Five stars honestly.

It was dark out now, the Christmas tree looked really nice through his slightly buzzed vision. The wine must have been more expensive than what he was use to, or he just drank more than he thought. He pulled himself from the loveseat and made his way to the bedroom. Slinked out of his clothes; the sheets were a deep blue, soft, probably a high thread count. It was so fuckin’ comfortable! God, forget skiing, Steve was staying in this bed for the next five days!

Feather down comforter pulled up to his chin, he stretched out real good, felt real good; was about to feel even better too. As he slipped his hand under the blanket. As it slid down his body, as he turned his head pressing it down into his pillow. Jesus, even the pillows smell amazing. Like they sprayed them with cologne. Warm, musky, sweet; ”fuck…“ the brunette writhed under his own touch. Closed eyes picturing blue one staring back at him. "Mmhmm” Picturing thick fingers holding him, “shit…ah! God”, tan skin in the middle of fuckin’ December, warm against his. “Fuck.” Full red lips, with that scruff scraping against his thighs “Billy. Mmm-fuck. Billy."

Did Steve feel guilty about getting off to a guy he just met, that probably had a girlfriend?…Not as much as he felt guilty for dirtying such nice sheets. But all emotions said for euphoria left him as that climax high set in. And then he wiped his hand off on the sheet, turned over and slept. Slept until the sun blinded him through closed eyes, and the brunette shoved his face into the pillow; that pillow that smelt like sex felt. And he hushed out a sleepy moan as he breathed it in.

"Jesus. I need a boyfriend, or at least a damn hobby.” Messy hair fell into his face as he sat up, stretching arms over head. Desperately in need of a shower too. Didn’t even bother putting his boxers back on as he got out of bed and headed to the bathroom. The hot water helped his hangover, helped his erection too.

“Fuck, never wanna leave this place.” The brunette feverishly groaned out.

After he finished dressing he decided that even though it was apparently pushing one thirty pm, it was time for breakfast. Eggo’s seemed like the easiest solution for the brunette. And he settled back into his throne, news warning still at it with the winter storm advisory.

“Twenty four inches huh? Good. Bury me here!” He threatened the television around a mouthful of waffles.

Steve put his plate in the sink, leaned over it to look out the window that sat above it. It didn’t look like it was snowing yet, sky was grayish but not threateningly so. He should probably go get some skiing in, considering, but he didn’t really feel like it anymore. “Oh! It’s Billy!” Doe eyes all too excitedly widened, practically yelling; Steve leaned even more over the skin.

“Je-su-s” he moaned biting at his lip, the blonde was wielding an axe. Of course he actually cut the wood himself, he looked like the hottest lumberjack the brunette has ever seen. And considering it’s 2019 and lumberjacks are a dying breed, he is the hottest one Steve’s seen. He has a good pile going, the brunette considered whether he should bring him a drink or something. It would be the kind thing to do right? Totally not a come on, just neighborliness.

But then the brunette didn’t have to decide, 'cause the blonde lumberjack, with his large wood pile was heading for his cabin. Okay, seriously, if he cut all that wood just for Steve, so he’d stay warm; Steve wasn’t responsible for what happened next. The brunette faltered, almost falling as he rushed to the front door.

“Hey there!” He beamed as he opened it.

“Holy shit!” The blonde cursed, dropping some of the logs in surprise. “Jesus Christ, what are you doing here?” Billy asked sharply as he put the rest of the kindle down.

“Uh, this is my cabin. What are—”

“No, this is my cabin, first of all. Secondly, I meant what are you still doing here?” Billy closed in on the brunette, making Steve step back letting the blonde into the cabin.

“Oh, yeah no, I know you like own them but this is the one I’m staying in.” Steve chortled.

Billy leaned up against the counter looking at the other who was still lingering near the door.

“No, pretty boy, I mean this is my home, my cabin, I live here."

"Wait. Holy shit you’re serious?"

"Deadly…” Steve brushed his hair back with a hand as he thoughtfully bit on his lip, decreasing the space between them slowly.

“Sorry I didn’t know. Pretty sure this is the cabin she said though. I mean the key worked so."

"Who? Max gave you the keys for this cabin?"

"Yeah, redhead from the front desk."

"Damn shithead. She’s so fired!” Billy fumed.

“Hey! No, it’s no problem man. I’ll just get my stuff and get out of your hair."

"Yeah, ain’t gonna happen…”

“Steve. Names Steve."

"Ain’t gonna happen Stevie, I already shut the place down. There’s a blizzard on the way. Evacuated everyone this morning. Fuckin’ Max… goddamn it.” Billy rubbed his forehead thinking about what Max told him earlier before she left. 'Merry Christmas Billy. I put your present in your cabin!’ Holy shit she was a demon child.

“Wait so like, you and me are the only people here?"

"I’m speakin’ english ain’t I?” The blonde retorted,

“Oh… uh, I guess I could just leave?"

"Already told ya pretty boy, there’s a blizzard headin’ straight towards us. No way in hell i'mma let ya drive in it."

"Okay. Yeah, you’re probably right. Is it okay if I stay then?"

"Looks like there ain’t no choice, plus ya already made yourself comfortable.” Billy gestured to the opened wine bottle on the counter, smirking; Steve felt his face flush.

“Shit, I can’t believe I just raided your house.” He grimaced in embarrassment,

“You seriously couldn’t tell someone lived here?” Billy huffed out a breathy laugh, intrigued or entertained by the brunette’s sheer ignorance.

“I mean, just thought it was part of the package.” That earned Steve a full, heavy laugh from the blonde. Billy pushed himself off from the counter and turned heel towards the bedroom.

“Alright. I’m gonna change cause i’m frozen and then I guess I’ll get us a fire goin’.” The blonde decided.

“Okay.” Steve agreed, not that he had much of a say, it was Billy house afterall. His house, his bedroom, his bed…bed that Steve just masturbated in, to Billy’s scent. “Shit” the brunette scrunched his face up quickly following the blonde.

“Billy! Hey-uh…” And as Steve entered the doorway to the room, Billy was staring at his bed. Shit, he knew right. God he could probably smell it, Steve could smell it so Billy definitely smells it. Then the blonde growled, groaned, fuck, wait, was that good or bad? Steve wasn’t sure if the blonde even made the noise. But Billy turned his head to look at Steve, he probably looked like a kid caught red handed. But Billy just smirked, tongue between teeth,

“A guys has needs right.” That’s what he decided to combat this situation with. That and then proceeded to take off his clothes.

Oh fuck. Steve was pretty sure he just gasped. Shit, look away, look away, Jesus, he couldn’t.

Billy was like a God, his skin was so tan, his shoulders were wide and built with muscle. His arms just as strong, fuck; even has those veins running up them. Steve loved that shit. You can see every muscle on his stomach move and bend and stretch as he tugged his layers off.

“Mhmm” the brunette bit his lip, fuck, yeah that noise definitely just happened. Okay he seriously needs to leave.

“So, since it is my bed pretty boy, I have the right ta know, what got ya off?” Steve was a deer in headlights for a moment. How did he just ask they so nonchalantly. Like he was asking about the fuckin’ weather!

“Uh…” the brunette rubbed his head a bit, Billy glanced over to him with an arched brow.

“Well? Come on ya gotta give me somethin’ Stevie. Was it a porn? Was it—"

'Smell. It was the smell of the pillows.” Good God! Why did he just say that! Shit! You just blew it Steve, that was the creepiest thing you could have said. Why didn’t you just say yes to the porn!

“My pillows?” The blonde questioned, walking up to the top of his bed. He reached over and grabbed one, smelt it, smirked up at Steve,

“Smells like me."

Mayda! Mayday! We’re going down! Steve panicked,

"Didn’t know it was your bed.” He murmured under his shaky breath.

“Hey, Steve, it’s all good man. Didn’t know right?"

"Yeah”

“Did it feel good?"

"Yeah” shit! He responded without thinking! The blonde snickered and threw the pillow down onto the bed; grabbed a shirt from his closet. Thank god he didn’t have to change out of his jeans!

“How’s dinner sound? Maybe finish that bottle you started?"

"Fuck, yes please.” Steve sighed almost too relieved.

“Mmm. Might wanna keep that dirty talk to a minimum pretty boy, considering.” Billy teased, passing the brunette in the doorway.

“Sorry.” Steve mumbled as he followed the blonde out to the living room. Billy was already making fast with getting the fire going. On his hands and knees, the brunette stood a little behind him. Tilted his head and just stared,

“Hey!” Billy snapped, like he could feel Steve watching him, “why don’t you make yourself useful and pour me a drink."

"Yeah! yeah… sorry.” The brunette stepped to it, god he was so embarrassing! If he could only have put this much effort into school he’d probably be valedictorian.

“Fires goin’” the blonde stated, walking up behind Steve.

“Cool. Here” the brunette handed him his glass,

“Thanks.”

“Don’t look at his mouth, don’t look at his fuckin mouth Harrington!” Steve sang a mantra in his head while sipping his own glass. Literally looking everywhere but Billy.

“So, what sounds good fer dinner? It’s Christmas eve after all. Got some lobsters in the freezer "

"I knew it!” The brunette shouted, Billy leaned back a little, eyes curious; waiting for the punchline.

“Sorry. Just, last night I said I bet this place even has lobster cause the caviar."

"You ate my caviar too?”

“Fuck no! That stuff is gross!” Billy grinned amused,

“Yeah I know, that’s why it’s still in there. Was a gift from someone, forgot who."

"Some gift”,

“Tell me about it.” They laughed a bit, then they were kind of just standing there.

“So, uh, how did you really get into the hotel business?” Steve tried, the blonde smirked put his glass down on the counter and paced over to his fridge.

“It’s not much of a story really, not like what they write online."

"Don’t really read much anyways”,

“I uh, I ran away when I was younger. Originally from California, came here with a one way bus ticket. Only ticket I could afford, like it was fate or whatever; if ya believe in that kind of shit.” The blonde’s voice turned warmer as he continued his story. Now filling up a large pot with water,

“I somehow ended up here, on this mountain. It was just a little rickety ski shack back then, the old man that ran it took me in. Worked for him and eventually took over the place. Kind of built it from the ground up."

"Wow…that’s, you’re incredible."

"Heh. Yeah? Thanks Stevie. Hey grab those for me.” The blonde pointed his head over to the lobsters, Steve scrunched his nose, handed them over to Billy like a kid. Holding them out as far away from himself as possible.

The blonde shook his head as he grabbed them,

“They’re dead you know, won’t bite.” He teased.

“Still freaky seeing them with their eyes and everything… mind if I just wait in the living room?”

“Nope, make yourself at home. Gonna take a while to cook anyways."

"Okay.” Steve grabbed his glass, the bottle of wine and sauntered himself into the living room. The fire already warmed the whole place up, it smelt so nice, he wished he had a real fireplace back at home too. He sat down on the loveseat admiring the flames, barely noticed the blonde joining him.

“So what’s your story? I told ya mine, fair is fair.”

“Oh, mine ain’t much of a story actually. Just was blessed with some no show parents. They’re always bailing on me so decided to treat myself instead of mope this year."

"No girlfriend or—”

“Nope. Single like a pringle…you?"

"Nah, no family, no girl or boyfriend. Storm or not, I was gonna spend Christmas alone too."

"Well, glad I get to keep you some company then. We’re kind of in the same boat huh?"

"Sounds like it."

Billy smirked at the brunette, who was still caught on the 'no boyfriend’ thing.

Blatantly asking someone if they’re gay is rude right? Something he shouldn’t do. He smiled back to the blonde and decided to down his wine. Getting drunk didn’t really seem like a good idea but it definitely wasn’t the worst idea to Steve. He poured himself another glass and offered the bottle to Billy, who happily topped himself off. It was quiet for a while, said for the fire crackling and the wind outside picking up. It wasn’t really that late but it was already getting dark; probably from the storm. It was snowing like a shaker globe now.

"Should probably check the food.” The blonde stood up and made his way into the kitchen. Steve just watched, he honestly just felt so relaxed that he didn’t even feel like eating anymore. Between the warm fire and the wine, the smell that was radiating off of Billy; he was satiated without the food.

“Is it done?” The brunette called softly,

“Yeah, just about. I’ll get the plates, we can eat up here on the counter if you want."

"Whatever’s easier”

“Wanna grab my glass for me?”

“Yeah, sure.” Steve leaned over to pick up the blonde’s glass he put down, fuzzy Steve should definitely not be carrying three glass items at once but he thankfully made it into the kitchen; all of ten steps away, in one piece.

“Smells good!"

"Let’s hope it tastes good too.” Billy chortled, Steve took a seat on the bar stool as the blonde set out plates on the counter.

“So how’s it?” Billy asked sitting beside the brunette now.

“It’s good, better than a restaurant."

"That good huh?"

Steve nodded as he sucked butter off his fingers, it was the blonde that was staring now. The brunette didn’t notice as Billy licked his lips; quickly darting his head down to look at his plate. Lobster definitely wasn’t the sexiest food to eat, but somehow Steve was actually doing a pretty good job at it. Mostly due to the fact that he apparently didn’t believe in utensils. Just cracked the shell and slurped the meat from it.

Billy readjusted himself a few times on the stool, trying to ignore said noises and eat his damn food.

"Sounds like you’re havin’ a good time pretty boy.” The blonde attempted but after that last noise Steve just made, Billy couldn’t help himself.

The brunette swallowed and sighed out a nervous laugh,

“Sorry."

"No need ta apologize, glad you, really enjoyed it” he grinned. “Alright. I’m gonna go take a shower. You mind doin’ the dishes?"

"No problem” Steve smiled, stood up and collected their plates. Billy headed back into his bedroom, closed the door behind him.

“F-u-ck” the blonde groaned under his breath, pawing at the front of his jeans; he’s been fending off an erection for the past ten minutes. “Fuckin’ hell Max, what’s wrong with you?” Billy murmured as he pulled his phone from his back pocket.

“Thanks shithead. Merry Christmas” He texted her and threw his phone to the bed. Bit his lip for a second before rounding to the side Steve had—

“Mm goddamn.” He growled as he smelt the brunette dried spunk. Okay, in the blonde’s defense, it was his bed. He could do whatever the hell he wanted. Also he couldn’t remember the last time he had a good fuck; runnin’ a luxury lodge was his first priority. Steve was his type too. Max knew from the minute he walked into the place, she knows Billy too well. They really are like siblings, she was the original owner’s granddaughter; so they’ve known each other now for six years. But this is the first time she’s tried a stunt like this. First time that Billy isn’t going to give her hell for.

The blonde huffed out a tattered sigh, honestly tempted to lick the sheet; but he wasn’t that desperate. He’ll wait for the real thing. It was pretty obvious the brunette was into him, not unless Billy was just as narcissistic as people tell him he is. But, he was pretty sure Steve has been dropping hints since yesterday. Either way the blonde grabbed a change of clothes, opened his bedroom door again and made his way into the bathroom. Steve looked like he was just about finished at the sink. But Billy didn’t wait to linger. His jeans were too tight now, he started the shower up. striped off his shirt, shimmied out of his jeans, stroked himself a bit before getting in.

He groaned low under the water, panting as he worked himself. Thought about Stevie’s pretty mouth, how he sucked his fingers, how he’d look sucking on him. “huhh” he sneered, bit his lip trying to muffle himself, “mmm” he moaned. Stood under the hot water for a little while after before getting out. Somehow he felt even hungrier after the shower, hungry for the real thing now. Billy found the brunette sprawled out on the couch when he exited the bathroom.

“Comfy?"

"Mhmm.” Steve contentedly hummed,

“Room for two?"

"Mmhm” The brunette shifted a bit making room and Billy rejoined him.

“You smell good” Steve tittered,

“How much wine have you had?”

“Finished the bottle when you were in the shower and then I found your whiskey” he smiled.

"Did ya now, don’t believe in sharing?"

"Want some?” The brunette countered,

“Thought you finished it?"

"Got some left on my tongue."

…That made Billy groan, deep in his throat,

"Don’t think that’s a good idea pretty boy."

Steve sat up a bit, closer to the blonde,

"Why’s that?"

"Don’t think I could stop with just your tongue."

"Maybe I don’t want you to stop.”

“You serious 'bout this?” Billy asked firmly but his voice was heavy with want, when did their faces get so close? The blonde could smell the liquor that beggin’ mouth was dripping with.

“Deadly.” Steve smirked mimicking the blonde.

“God. You’re a real brat ain’t ya?"

"Spoiled brat.” Steve corrected.

Billy snarled diving into a kiss, mouth hot against the brunette’s. Tongue laved whatever remnants of alcohol were left in the other’s mouth. Steve sucked on the blonde’s lip as he caught his breath quickly, crashing back in; pushing Steve down onto his back. Drunk on lust, Billy tongue fucked the brunette till he was a moaning mess.

Steve’s hands tightly gripping to the blonde’s shoulders. Panting and writhing under Billy, rutting into the knee that was shoved between his legs. Billy’s growls and his warm hand under his chin sent shivers through Steve. But when the blonde pulled back to look at the mess that was Steve Harrington; when the blonde shoved his thumb into Steve’s mouth, when he tossed his head back and groaned as Steve suck it, that’s when the brunette whimpered.

“Fuckin’ hell Stevie, where you been all my life.” The blonde crooned in the brunette’s ear, earning another whimper from Steve.

“Billy,” he dug his fingers deeper, tugging at the blonde’s shirt.

“We got all night baby.” Billy lulled him, kissing his way down the brunette’s jaw; down his neck lapping at his collarbone.

“Want you now, wanna feel you.” The brunette whined,

Billy moaned “such a brat. I’m gonna take care of you, promise."

Steve melted under those words, under the blonde’s hot breath, under his lips, fingers like feathers touching his skin. Billy worked him slow, they weren’t goin’ nowhere in this weather; no one was coming here. To the blonde they were basically the only people left in the world. He was going to savor it, every whimper, every moan, every cry.

”Billy" Steve gasped, tugging at the blonde’s hair as he kissed and licked his way down the brunette’s body,

“Right here, ain’t goin anywhere."

If Billy’s mouth wasn’t exactly what Steve wanted than his words definitely were. It’s like he knows, knows that those words are what he needs to hear. That he’s terrified of how much he’s in love with this moment, terrified that it’s going to end and he’ll be alone again.

But Billy’s fingers clung onto Steve, like he was afraid of Steve leaving too. And he nuzzled into the brunette’s thighs like a thank you. And when his kiss swollen lips mouthed at Steve’s clothed dick the brunette actually thanked him. Breath shaky and barely there. But Billy just smirked up to those doey eyes. Ripped the brunette pants down to his knees, pulled them off completely. Settled back down, grazing Steve’s thighs with his stubble. The brunette shuttered, writhed with the sensation, practically sobbed when the blonde finally took him into his mouth.

Steve squeezed Billy’s hand, the hand that had fingers clinging hard to the brunette’s side. The blonde sucked, and licked, and bobbed his head until Steve was close to tears. Begging for more, to let him come, to let him feel Billy too. Billy moaned, eyes closed in complete bliss hearing how bad Steve wanted him. He swallowed the brunette’s spunk when he finally let him cum. Steve all to eagerly dragged him up for another jolting kiss, he groaned into Billy’s mouth as he lapped at the blonde’s tongue. Tasting himself, Billy growled, rutting his throbbing cock down onto the brunette.

"Fuck Stevie. So fuckin’ good baby. Can’t wait to see you riding this cock. Gonna look so good pretty boy."

"Billy! Fuck wanna ride you so bad."

"Get on the floor, right in front of the fire. Gotta go grab lube to grease you up."

So Steve did, he stretched himself over the fluffy white rug that sat in front of the fireplace. Billy came back as quickly as he left and dropped to his knees.

"God, you look like a fuckin’ king like that babe.” He crooned taking his shirt off, Steve reached his arms out and Billy met them with a bare chest. The brunette sat up, his mouth kissing and biting the suntanned skin. Billy made the best sounds as Steve bruised love bites all over him.

“Lay down, gotta open you up.” Billy pressed a slicked thumb against the brunette’s pink hole, rimmed around it, slicking it up real good. Steve left whimpering, sobbing Billy’s name on shaking breaths.

“Gotta relax pretty boy.” Billy leaned up to kiss him, licked over his lips as he pressed a finger into him.

“Mmm” Steve moaned against the blonde lips. “More."

And Billy obliged, slicking a second finger in as he slowly fucked the brunette, scissoring him open. "How you doin’ Stevie?"

"Fuckin’ perfect” Steve panted.

Billy grinned, tongue to teeth, “think you can handle another?"

"Do it.” Steve pushed his hips down giving the blonde a better angle as Billy pressed a third finger in. The brunette gasped, mouth agape,

“Fuck."

"Okay?”

“Yeah, just don’t move.”

“All you pretty boy”, Billy rubbed his other hand over the brunette’s thigh, Steve took a steep breath before he started to slowly move on Billy’s fingers.

“God, feels so good Billy” Steve huffed,

“You’re sucking me right in babe.” The blonde licked his lips with hunger.

Steve choked as Billy started to move again, faster, rougher.

“Ah fuck Billy! Oh fuck, fuck!"

"Gonna make you cum with just my fingers baby so when I get my dick in ya your gonna be putty. Gonna be such a beautiful mess for me."

"Fuck Billy, right there, yes! Just like that. Don’t stop. Fuck. Don’t stop!” And Billy kept pace until Steve was shooting out white ropes all over his pretty stomach. And the blonde moaned, slipped his fingers out of the brunette’s stretched bright red hole and licked his spunk off his belly. Finally getting a taste, fuckin’ hell, he was like water in a desert.

Steve’s eyes were threatening tears “Billy"

"Right here Stevie.” The blonde leaned up to look at the doey eyed brunette, he had the cutest fuckin’ smile. Completely blissed out. Billy was so hard in his jeans, needed it; been needing a guy like Steve for a long time.

Steve’s head jerked back, eyes closed tight, hands clinging to the carpet under him as Billy rammed his slicked up cock into him. The blonde panted heavy breaths as Steve was left whimpering. Bill, too impatient to go slow, he was completely taken over by sheer need.

“Oh fuck baby, feels so good inside you. Still so tight"

"God. Billy, harder, wanna feel you everywhere."

"Fuck” Billy growled gripping harder onto the brunette’s hips, thrusting deep, so deep into him. Skin against skin, clingy hands searching for something to grab onto, cries and growls and moans,tongue to lips; all of it was way better than any Christmas music they could have been playing.

“Swear you were made for this cock pretty boy, fits so perfectly.” The blonde moaned “gonna fill you up so good baby."

”Please. Feels so good Billy.“ Steve cried through hitched breaths,

"Jesus, you’re so fuckin sweet.” Billy arched down bringing Steve into a kiss, a soft, almost painful kiss. The kind that makes your toes curl and your heart burst. Then he was pulling him up, like the brunette was nothing more than a pillow. In one swift move the blonde sat back on his knees with Steve sitting on him. The brunette with arms around Billy neck for stability and Billy strong arms like steel straps caging him in.

“God! Fuck, I can feel you in my fuckin’ throat like this.” Steve panted as he started to grind his ass down deeper into the blonde; eliciting a feral growl from Billy. Sharp canines buried into Steve’s pale neck, bruising him up like putting a collar on him. He belonged to Billy now, even if it was just for the night.

“Come on baby, ride it like ya wanna break me” he groaned, hands fastened tight pushing and pulling Steve until the brunette caught the rhythm. “That’s it Stevie, fuck yourself on this cock. God, you feel so good, oh fuck! Hmm, yeah just like that. ah fuck baby.” Billy crooned and groaned urging the brunette on. Steve gripped to the blonde’s shoulders for leverage, pumping himself up and down; his leaking dick slapping against him with the violent motion.

“Billy! Fuck, fuck, oh God!” Steve whined as he fucked himself on the blonde, “Kiss me.” He demanded. And Billy did, wouldn’t dream of denying such a pretty mouth. He kissed him hard, the blonde snaked his had to the brunette nape keeping him there. Their mouths linked together, sharing one breath, Billy ate up every moan that escaped Steve. And the brunette came like that, flushed against the blonde, panting with his fingers tightly coiled in the short blonde curls. Billy didn’t last much longer after that with Steve slowly, deeply grinding on him, riding out his organism. The blonde stuttering his hips, filling the brunette with his heat. Hitched breaths were panted as their lips crashed together again, fighting for dominance.

“That was amazing” Steve laughed out something breathy, still reeling.

“Yeah, you really are Stevie.” Billy looked up at the brunette with a wide grin in appreciation. Steve matched his grin with a fervent smile; pushed the blonde down to the carpet, they wrestled childishly for a moment. Kisses were stolen quickly until the both laid quiet, Steve curled right beside Billy, his leg over the blonde’s and his hand drawing circles in his chest. And they cuddled, warm with the fire, silently enjoying each other.

“I do.” Steve whispered head nuzzling under the blondes chin.

“Do what?” Billy matched his tone.

“Earlier, when you were talking about fate, you said ‘if you believe in that sort of thing’. And I do believe in it.” He smiled, turning his head up to look at the blonde.

“You sayin’ this was fate, us meeting baby?"

That dopey smirk crawled back onto Steve’s face,

"Maybe. Is that stupid?"

"Jesus, Stevie, you really are sweet, gonna give me a cavity."

"Shut up.” The brunette giggled out shoving the blonde teasingly. “I’m serious though Billy."

"Yeah?"

"Yes."

"How serious?"

"Deadly”,

“Good, cause I’m pretty sure its gonna be just you and meet for the next few days up here. How’s that sound?"

"Like a dream. Like the best Christmas present I’ve ever gotten."

Billy chuckled "pretty sure you are the best present I’ve ever gotten pretty boy."

Steve wiggled his way up to kiss the blonde, nosed his face against Billy’s scruff.

"Hey."

"Hi.” The blonde chortled,

“Can I love you?"

And Billy propped himself to his elbows, brows furrowed and eyes fixed on the brunette,

"You askin’ for permission or askin’ a question?"

"Permission. I mean just, just until they dig us outta here; till I have to leave. Can we pretend we’re in love."

"Don’t know if that’s a good idea."

"Why?”

“Don’t know if I can stop at just pretending.”

“Kiss me.” And the blonde did, couldn’t deny such a pretty mouth, pretty eyes; pretty face.

“I love you, Billy” he hushed,

“…love you too Stevie."

#I'M SO FUCKIN SOFT #just really wanted to do a fluffy one shot ski trip thing #but honestly I love this AU and might make a part two later #Lumberjack Billy for the win btw #merry christmas #Harringrove #billy x steve #harringrove au #billy hargrove #steve harrington #mywritings #harringrove fanfic #Harringrove fic

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himbowelsh · 4 years

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Lovely Lydia, could I request a Valentines Day Headcanon for our lovely Romus Burgin from The Pacific? Juno xx

anonymous asked : Burgin and valentine's alphabet pretty please?

valentines day alphabet ( accepting! )

A : AFFECTION. how does your muse show affection?

He’s not above encouraging words, to lift someone’s spirits when they’re feeling down; Burgie’s the sort of guy who genuinely enjoys giving compliments wherever they’re warranted. He’s also generous with his free time, willing to help a friend with something whenever they ask; if Burgie drops everything to help someone, it shows he really cares for them.

B : BOUQUET. does your muse like flowers? which ones are their favourite?

He’s no expert, and definitely couldn’t name them by sight. Burgie knows the bare minimum about gardening, and that’s only from his Mama. While he’ll get a nice bouquet should the occasion demand it, and present it like a gentleman, he’s no good with flowers on his own.

C : CHOCOLATE. does your muse like chocolate? which one is their favourite?

He has self-control, so no, he’s not about to eat an entire box of Valentine chocolates in one sitting. Sure, he likes the occasional piece of chocolate, but he’s not a huge fan.

D : DATE. what is your muse’s ideal date? where / who with / etc?

Let’s go out dancing! Not that Burgie’s the type to really throw it down on the dance floor, but he loves seeing his partner having fun; he loves it when they laugh, especially when he’s able to join in. Dancing is something they can both have fun with. Moving in tandem to the music, their bodies working in sync, his hand comfortably on their waist while they grin up at him... yeah, that sounds like a delight.

E : EMBRACE. does your muse like hugs? what are their hugs like?

He’s a very affectionate hugger, drawing someone in and giving it his all; Burgie’s hugs are personal. He has this reflex where he’s always a little startled by being hugged, even when he sees it coming, so he can’t help chuckling out loud; but he never leaves anyone hanging, and always hugs back.

F : FLIRT. is your muse good at flirting? how do they flirt?

He’s got a grin that could melt chocolate, and a sparkle in his eyes when someone strikes his fancy. Resisting Burgie’s charm is a feat. He’s a polite boy, so he won’t come on too strong --- his go-to move is striking up a friendly conversation, peppering some compliments in there, and seeing where things go.

G : GIFT. is your muse good at gift - giving or do they struggle to get it right?

A very thoughtful gift giver who tends to lean towards the practical. Burgie notices everything people around him need... so, if his mother needs a new pot holder, he’ll go out and find one in a pattern she’s find of, or if his brother’s shoes are wearing through he’ll buy him a new pair. While he doesn’t waste money of frivolities, he always gets something people appreciate.

H : HEART. is your muse quick or slow to give their heart away?

Burgie really goes by instinct. If something feels right, he trusts it; while of course there’s virtue in being cautious, not letting your heart get ahead of your head, sometimes he just can’t help it. Life has taught him to be warier about opening himself up to raw feeling... but he’s also learned that when something’s good, you keep it close. Burgie doesn’t rush into love, but doesn’t drag his feet either.

I : I LOVE YOU. does your muse find ‘i love you’ easy or hard to say?

He... would have to get to a point in the relationship where he feels comfortable and confident that it’ll last. Once they’ve hit that point --- he’ll say it once, he’ll say it a dozen times, as much as his partner will tolerate him saying it. These are three of his favorite words, and he loves just being able to say them.

J : JEALOUSY. does your muse get jealous in a relationship?

Nah... you know what, he’s chill. Chill dude, has some solid self-esteem, very much not the paranoid type. Even when other friends mention something about his partner, like “they’ve sure been hanging out with Steve a lot lately”, Burgie won’t take it as a red flag. He trusts his partner enough that them betraying him would never seriously cross his mind; if it became a serious concern, he’d sit down and talk about it with them. (This is a man who’s never been cheated on before. Never been burned, never learned.)

K : KISS. is your muse a good kisser? why / why not?

Burgie’s a gentleman who won’t even touch his partner without their consent at first... but, given some encouragement, his kisses turn from controlled to heated quickly. He’ll tug them close, a broad hand venturing to their back, massaging gently to the rhythm of the kiss. When he dares to suck his partner’s lip into his mouth, it’s just to test their reaction. If it’s good, he’ll push it further, seeing where he can put his mouth, which places he can devote attention to, before he gets them to gasp his name. Burgie is gentle but determined --- his favorite place to kiss is right over his partner’s pulse point, measuring their response in the rapid rhythm of their heart.

L : LOVE. who does your muse love?

His family is very, very dear to him; all his brothers are precious, but he’s very close with J.D., and is a mentor to his little brother. Of course, all his friends hold special places in his heart, and Burgie would do anything for them. He cares deeply for people. Once Burgie chooses to let them in, it’s very easy for him to love.

M : MOONLIGHT. is morning or night a more romantic setting?

The gross sort of morning person who’s always in a good mood --- he’s got energy to spare, and will gladly wake his partner up with breakfast in bed if it means coaxing them awake at a sensible hour.

N : NAUGHTY. what is your muse like in bed?

He takes it slow. With Burgie, it’s all about the build-up --- running his hands over his partner’s thighs, getting a good feel of their curves, mapping their body in his mind before taking it any further. He makes love like a strategist, measuring out each sensation... and sometimes he likes when it gets a little too much, just to hear his partner whimpering and gasping his name. Feels most comfortable doing it in bed, either early in the morning or at night by candlelight, though he’s gotten frisky in the bathtub before too. Short bursts of energy, devoting all his attention to one place, before returning back to his easy momentum... and after a while, when it becomes too much, he loves to hold them when he goes over the edge.

O : ODE. does your muse have a way with words?

He’s... well-spoken, in a simple way. He doesn’t believe himself to be overly-eloquent, so he doesn’t try for fancy phrasing. Burgie gets to the point.

P : PARTNER. what does your muse look for in a partner? looks / personality?

Someone with a wonderful laugh and a good sense of humor; he has a thing for eyes, bright and beautiful ones. Someone with a sense of style, but who isn’t too high-maintenance, not expecting more out of life than life’s eager to give. He has a very realistic outlook on life, regarding what he’ll be able to offer them, so he’d like someone who can make the best of any circumstance --- a resilient spirit. Somebody who isn’t afraid of the outdoors. If they’d like a big family, that’d be nice.

Q : QUESTION. would your muse ask the big question or expect their partner to?

Oh, he’d absolutely ask, when the time was right. Burgie’s the classic “do it over dinner” type --- he’d be too nervous to put the ring in food, just in case one of them accidentally swallowed it, but he’d plan an extra little surprise for dessert.

R : ROMANCE. is your muse a romantic or a cynic?

He’s a romantic, and not ashamed for a second. Love sounds like a wonderful thing, and Burgie is eager to try it out. He may not have a lot of money, but any way he can make his partner smile, he’d do it --- whether it’s buying them something they liked at the store and surprising them with it later, making dinner, setting a bath for them, learning how to put together a scrapbook just for a nice birthday gift... life’s no fairytale, but he’s got a romantic soul, and Burgie would do his best to be a proper prince for his partner.

S : SWEETHEART. did your muse have a childhood sweetheart?

He had his first kiss in the fifth grade, outside the ice cream shop with Belle Haskill. A week later, she wasn’t talking to him, and Burgie had absolutely no idea what he did wrong. At that point, he decided girls were too confusing, and closed the book on romance for the next six years.

T : TRUE LOVE. does your muse believe in true love?

For sure. He’s yet to experience it, but the day he does ---- part of him believes he’ll just know, you know? He has limited personal experience with true love (his grandparents had something special, and the couple who run the supply store down on Weston Street always look so happy together...) but he imagines it will just feel... right. Being in love will feel like the most natural thing in the world.

U : UNREQUITED. has your muse had their heart broken?

Never. He’s still pure, not yet broken. (Not in that way. Like... he’s been emotionally impaled in plenty of places, but never in the love machine. Yet.)

V : VALENTINE. how does your muse feel about valentine’s day?

The idea strikes him as a little silly, but if his partner enjoys it, he’ll do his best to give them a memorable night out. Just don’t put the bouquet of roses too close to the candles --- a lesson he learned the hard way.

W : WEDDING. would your muse get married? why / why not?

Absolutely. His mama expects it of him, and Burgie expects it of himself. He wants to love someone enough to spend the rest of his life with them, so long as that person is the right person.

X : XOXO. does your muse use / like pet names?

Yes, he does, and he’s an absolute dork about it! “Sweetheart” and “darling” are his go-to’s, but he’s not afraid to play on people’s names, too --- his little brother’s been called exclusively by his nickname for so many years that the kid sometimes forgets what his full name is. Who gave him that nickname, when he was just a babe in his cradle? Yup, you guessed it.

Y : YOURS. does your muse get protective easily?

Protectiveness and jealousy are two different things. Burgie doesn’t tolerate the people he cares about being threatened; he will step in and intercede if he senses a situation going too far. Words are usually more effective than fists in these situations, but if the other person swings first, he’ll take ‘em up on the challenge.

Z : ZZZ. how many people has your muse slept with?

Shhh, he’s a good boy, okay? Burgie doesn’t sleep around. He had one girl towards the end of high school, and exactly two in Melbourne --- but one was Snafu’s idea, and he remembers only fragments of that night anyway. Hell, Snafu may have been involved. In summary, 3 partners, hopefully not counting Snafu.

#junojelli #full disclosure i HAVENT read his book yet so i dont know everything #but i feel like i captured his voice pretty well??? have legit never written burgie before so yeet #rv burgin #the pacific #headcanons

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soloragoldsun · 4 years

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Favorite to Least Favorite Kyoto Winds Routes

Now that I have played through all of the routes, I would like to weigh in on who I liked and why. This will just delve a little into each route, mostly talking about my personal opinion rather than being a true summary. In the future, I may replay them again to give more detailed reviews of each. This game is good enough for me to actually want to do that! In the meantime, here’s my overall opinion of everyone. Remember, this is a Kyoto Winds list. I have not played Edo Blossoms yet, so this is purely based on the first game. Spoilers below.

#1. Favorite Angel of Perfection: Yamazaki Susumu

This gorgeous piece of wonderfulness shot up to the top of my list early on, and has remained there ever since. I love his route because there is a real sense of mutual respect between him and Yukimura. Unlike many of the other Shinsengumi members, who focus on protecting her and who often make her feel like an outsider, Yamazaki recognizes her potential in the medical field and becomes a mentor to her. He shows her that she doesn’t have to be a fighter in order to be useful. By the end of the route, Yukimura’s confidence is so high, she ends up being the one to convince Yamazaki of his worth when he laments his inability to fight in certain scenarios.

Also, I am an utter sucker for the loner type who quietly supports their love interest from a distance before the two even get to know each other. Yamazaki straight-up says that he was watching Yukimura and rooting for her in secret from the beginning! Another plus is how perfect Yamazaki is at showing affection. He’s very gentle, but very straightforward. Once he knows what his feelings are, he’s not shy about making sure Yukimura knows how much he cares. I just about died when he took her hands after being comforted by her and told her how strong she was and how much she meant to him.

In short, respecting your significant other and telling them you care is totes sexy. Yamazaki does that, and then some. He’s also hella pretty, and his blushy face is the cutest shit ever.

#2. Precious Sunshine Boy: Toudou Heisuke

Not to be dramatic, but I would die for Heisuke. His relationship with Yukimura is absolutely adorable from the very beginning! He’s the first of the main cast to be outwardly kind to her, and regularly stands up for her whenever he can. He gets major points for frequently reminding everyone that the Shinsengumi were the ones to originally take Yukimura prisoner, and are the ones at fault for most of the bad situations that require them to protect her.

I love that he treats Yukimura as his friend from the start, even telling her to call him by his first name due to their closeness in age. There are so many scenes when the two are playing around and enjoying each other’s company. However, there are also several deeper scenes that delve into the conflict Heisuke feels concerning the Shinsengumi. His departure with Itou leads to one of the most beautiful scenes in the game, when he and Yukimura meet each other in a teahouse. They can’t acknowledge that they know each other, since communication between the two groups is forbidden, so they spend hours just talking about the weather and other minor things just so they can be together for a little while.

Heisuke is a beautiful boy, and there is so! Much! Hand! Holding!

#3. Adorable Student Bean: Souma Kazue

I was not expecting to like Souma’s route as much as I did, but holy shit! He’s the cutest thing ever! His relationship with Yukimura is completely different than anyone else’s for two reasons: One, he doesn’t know she’s a girl until later. Two, Yukimura is his teacher when he joins the Shinsengumi. He spends most of the route referring to her as Yukimura-sensei, and is shown to respect her a great deal. The mutual respect and building-up in this route reminds me a lot of Yamazaki’s route, so I think it’s a trait of mentor/mentee relationships in this game.

One thing I like is that Souma is respectful and protective of Yukimura both before and after her gender is revealed. He rushes to protect her from Saburo’s harassment while still thinking she’s a man, and continues to call her his sensei after the truth is revealed. Also, there’s more of a sense of the two spending a lot of time together over the course of the route, which makes the romantic buildup seem very real. I especially like that this romance puts Yukimura in the more dominant role. I hope she’s the one to make the first move and kiss him in Edo Blossoms. I will die of happiness if this happens!

He also gets major bonus points for trying to sleep-cuddle Yukimura at the end. I am a sucker for sleep cuddles!

#4. Emotional Support Samurai: Harada Sanosuke

I liked Sano long before playing his route. He is another character who constantly strives to make Yukimura feel better about her situation and comfort her when things go wrong. This is even clearer in his route, which has several scenes of him looking out for her mental health, whether that involves sneaking out to take her for a nighttime walk or arranging a meeting with Sen so that the two can enjoy some wholesome girl-talk (which Yukimura was sorely lacking).

I did feel that Chapter Five was a bit lackluster in this route compared to some of the others, but it did a good job of solidifying the relationship between the two. Sano learns of Yukimura’s healing powers and is stunned, but insists that she isn’t a monster and that he will still protect her, since he sees it as a man’s duty to protect his lady. He called her his lady, and I am dead, okay?

As a romantic route, it had a perfect amount of buildup and sweet moments. I look forward to what comes next.

#5. Puppy Dog Eyes: Iba Hachiro

I’ll be real: This route could have easily secured the second-place spot, and even been a contender for first-place. It had everything I love in a romance. It had childhood friends reuniting. It had sweet, sweet backstory. It had probably the nicest character in the entire fucking game! Seriously, every scene with Iba and Yukimura was just so tender and beautiful! It felt more like a romantic story than pretty much all of the other routes.

So, why is it down here at number five? Well, it’s because YUKIMURA IS A FREAKING DUM-DUM IN THIS ROUTE! This woman was able to see through the feelings of some of the most closed-off characters in other routes, but somehow can’t figure out why Iba keeps putting himself out there for her. He literally takes her on dates, goes on about how wonderful she is, calls her his inspiration, and even calls her his love toward the end! And still, we have moments of her being like “Why is he doing this for me. This can’t just be an obligation to a childhood friend...” No shit, Sherlock! Does the man have to wear a shirt that has “I LOVE YUKIMURA” written on it in big red letters?!

So, yeah. This was a mixed bag. The good outweighs the bad enough for it to be higher on the list, but I really hope Yukimura actually gets a clue in Edo Blossoms.

#6. Sword Nerd: Saito Hajime

Ah, the classic Quiet Loner with a Heart of Gold. It’s an oldie, but a goodie. Saito is a good, solid route with a sprinkling of cute moments that balance with the emotional distance of other moments. Cute moments include Saito geeking out over swords, the snow bunny, and Saito freaking coming back from a freaking spy mission in order to nurse Yukimura back to health!

This route was definitely about building Saito’s respect for Yukimura, who becomes less timid and more determined to prove herself. As a result, she does spend a longer amount of time feeling like and outsider and doubting her worth. I look forward to seeing what happens in Edo Blossoms, now that she’s found her resolve.

Seriously, I am a sucker for sick fics! Why is this game pushing all my buttons?

#7. Epic Dork Bro: Nagakura Shinpachi

And here we are at the last member of the Golden Trio. Nagakura is a precious dork, and I love him to pieces! He spends most of the route acting as a goofy older brother figure to Yukimura, and the two develop a genuinely-adorable relationship. The scene when he falls asleep in her room and gets all embarrassed when he wakes up was particularly cute.

I did feel that the ending of his route was a bit rushed compared to the others. Also, I never felt that shift from him feeling like an older brother to him being a romantic interest. I look forward to seeing that change actually happen in Edo Blossoms.

Overall, this was a route with good moments that tapered off just a bit at the end, but I still loved it.

#8. The True Sexy Demon Man: Hijikata Toshizo

I genuinely enjoyed Hijikata’s route. I just happened to like seven routes better than it. The development between him and Yukimura is very solid, and it’s nice seeing him go from being stern and scary to gruff and caring. This route also made me hate Kazama even more than I already had. Seriously, let’s kill that fucker in the next game!

The appeal as a romance route was a bit lessened by Hijikata’s often-derisive attitude, and the fact that he calls Yukimura a kid from beginning to end. Like, hello? Talking to a grown-ass adult, here. If Yukimura’s old enough to be waifu material for a creepy Demon, she’s old enough to not be called “Kid.”

This had decent buildup, and the beginning of some good payoff. I’ll be waiting, oh second game, for my sweet reward.

#9. Threatening Jerkass: Okita Souji

I actually did warm up to Okita by the end of his route, but holy fuck did I have to slog through a lot of eye rolls to get to that point! He’s supposed to be the asshole who secretly cares, but he makes a little too much of a secret of it throughout most of the route. And, I’m sorry, but you can’t make me believe that him scaring a group of kids is actually an endearing scene. Can’t do it, game.

I did enjoy seeing him soften over time, but I really didn’t like all the moments when Okita makes cruel jabs at Yukimura, acting like he doesn’t care to the point where she actually believes him. I said this back at the number one spot: Telling the person you love that you actually give a damn is totes sexy.

Ah well. People are saying I will adore him in Edo Blossoms, so I’ll hold out for now.

#10. Doctor Evil: Sanan Keisuke

Sanan is a smooth motherfucker, and he’s hot as hell. He even had some really good moments with Yukimura that made me smile. It’s too bad he continues to exude the creepy scientist vibe between those moments. Even when being romanced, he still threatens you several times, including that scene when he almost cuts you for science.

He is definitely a good, complex character. I won’t deny that. It’s just hard to ship him with Yukimura when she spends basically the entire route feeling scared of him.

Please mellow out, you sexy, vampiric son of a bitch.

#11. Bad Touch: Sakamoto Ryouma

I’ve started reading up on the Shinsengumi and other individuals of the time period, and Sakamoto actually seems to be the most interesting and morally-sound. Too bad his route made me want to fall asleep. It had loads of good historical goodies, but this was bogged down by a romance that many YA books would laugh at.

He’s charming and oh-so-charismatic, to the point where Yukimura apparently feels a bond with him despite only spending a little time with him. He regularly gets into her personal space and refuses to back off when asked, but he just feels so warm and comforting and- *gag*

Yeah. The history and the non-romantic moments were interesting, but I’d rather do personal research for that.

#12. Edgelord McFuckboy: Kazama Chikage

I hated Kazama from the beginning. My feelings only deepened as I played route after route and saw the many, many ways this fucker can creep on Yukimura, kill her friends, and call all humans insects. He’s a racist jerk who wants a convenient broodmare for the McFuckboy Clan.

I will admit that the dialogue with him is always interesting. He is a well-spoken character, and an intriguing one. He acts gentler toward Yukimura in this route, but it’s only because she’s in a position where he’s literally her only option for protection.

He thinks humans are insects, tries to kidnap a woman to impregnate her on multiple occasions, and will gladly kill her friends in order to get to her. What a dick.

#hakuoki #hakuouki #kyoto winds #spoilers #characters #ranking #yamazaki susumu #toudou heisuke #souma kazue #harada sanosuke #saito hajime #nagakura shinpachi #iba hachiro #okita souji #sanan keisuke #sakamoto ryouma #kazama chikage

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What I Want - BadBoy! Taehyung x Reader - Chapter 18 - How Do I Feel?

Synopsis: You are an innocent, excitable new girl, moving all the way to Korea due to your dad’s new job. As you anxiously learn about the new world around you and how you’ll make your mark, you stumble into none other than bad boy Kim Taehyung and his band of six crazy friends. He seems to be bothered but you, something he doesn’t even understand. Will you be able to tolerate the shenanigans of Taehyung and his rowdy friends, or will you fall victim to his charms just like everyone else?

Featuring Jihyo and Dahyun (TWICE) as your friends, and BTS members as Taehyung’s group of friends.

Genre: Romance, BadBoy!V, BadBoy!BTS, High School Romance, Drama

Length: approx. 4k words

Chapter 18 - How Do I Feel?

Taehyung stayed in the living room of his little apartment, writing on a piece of scrap paper on how he would make a picnic date with you. He planned the different foods he would pack, and made a note to ask Jin for help. He also checked his phone for different locations nearby that would be fun to visit, like national parks or rivers with a pretty view. This kind of made him excited, especially at the thought of seeing you so happy. The two of you didn’t really go on a date just the two of you in a while, the last was one was around February when you went to a new restaurant that opened up in town. Mostly, your dates would start solo, but something would come up, or you’d run into one of the others and they would join you. Taehyung never minded, and it seemed you were okay with it as well, but still. Taehyung wanted to spend time with just you, no outsiders looking in.

As Taehyung was making notes and looking up potential picnic spots, the door to the apartment opened and a cackle could be heard.

“Aaaaaa, Yeongieeeee~! You’re so funny.” Taehyung groaned at the sound of his mother’s voice. She was drunk, and it sounded like she was bringing home this guy, Yeong Bin, that she had been seeing for a while. The door closed with a bang and Taehyung tried to keep his eyes down on his phone as the drunk duo staggered into the living room. His mother’s high pitched giggles were starting to give him a headache, and he groaned as he glanced up. His mother and Yeong Bin were holding each other up, that was how intoxicated they were. “Ahhh, Taehyuuung, you’re finally home.” She hummed, her head lolling over to her son.

“Uh-huh…” he said. “Paid my bail money and everything.” His mother laughed a bit as she staggered to the couch, sitting beside him. He scooted away.

“Stop playing, you bad boy.” She nudged him. Taehyung rolled his eyes as she burped. “…Why are you ignoring me? Show some respect!”

“You’re drunk, I don’t give a crap what you have to say.” Taehyung said simply, scrolling through his phone. He heard footsteps approaching him and he glanced up, before being hit over the head by Yeong Bin. “Ow! What the fuck?!”

“Don’t talk to your mother that way.” He slurred, hiccupping. Taehyung stood up, crossing his arms.

“You’re not my dad, do not come off trying to tell me what to do.” He hissed.

“Ahh, you little prick.” He took hold of Taehyung’s collar. Taehyung snickered.

“Go ahead and hit me. I <em>just </em> got in a fight with some other jerk off and you’re even weaker than he is.”

“Aaaah, enough, enough. My head is swimming.” His mother groaned, and Yeong Bin released Taehyung. “Honey, go get me water?” She hummed, laying on the couch. Taehyung shoved himself past Yeong Bin.

“Get it yourself, I’m going to bed.” He scoffed, slamming the door to his room. He tugged off his shirt and tossed it into the ever-growing pile of dirty laundry. He glanced at it, making a mental note to go to Jin’s house soon and do laundry. Laying down on his bed, running a hand through his hair as he heard Yeong Bin and his mom continue their drunken stupor and make noise outside. Rolling onto his side, he pulled out his earphones. Slipping them on, he pulled up your number and called it. Though it was late, and he understood you may be sleeping, he wanted to try. It rang for a moment, but you picked up.

“Tae?” you sounded groggy on the phone. It was cute, it made him smile.

“Did I wake you up?” He asked.

“Well, it’s almost one.” You hummed. “But it’s okay….” He heard you yawn.

“Sorry. You can hang up and head to bed if you want.” He said.

“You okay?” You asked curiously.

“Yeah…” he sighed. “I just…wanted to hear your voice before bed, I guess.” He heard you giggle a bit, and it made him smile more.

“Awww, you’re such a mush sometimes, Tae.” You teased. The two of you sat on the phone in silence for a moment, until Taehyung decided to say something.

“Hey.” He said. “Can you keep Saturday open?”

“Yeah sure. Why?” You asked curiously.

“I just…had an idea for a date. It’s nothing major, but I wanted enough time to prepare everything and make sure it’s perfect.” You couldn’t help but chuckle.

“Yeah. I’ll keep it open. Can you tell me what kind of date this is?”

“No,” he said. “That’s no fun.”

“Awwww.” You pouted. You heard Taehyung chuckle, but it sounded a bit forced. You frowned. “Are you sure you’re okay?”

“Ah, my mom and her bum boyfriend came home drunk a few minutes ago. Almost threw hands with the guy. Tch, dick.”

“Do you want to come here?” You asked curiously. “I’ll wait up.”

“Nah.” He said. “They’ll be passed out unconscious soon. If anything happens, Jungkook doesn’t live too far from me.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, I’m sure. I promise. Don’t worry too much.”

“You know I always worry when you’re home.” You confessed. Taehyung chuckled.

“I know. It means a lot that you care so much.” He heard you yawn. “Head to bed.” He said. “I’ll talk to you tomorrow.”

“Okay…” you hummed. “Call me if you need me though, okay? I’ll keep my ringer on.”

“Alright.” He said.

“I love you.” You said gently. Taehyung felt his breath catch in his throat. It always made him happy to hear you say it.

“I….” he sighed. After a moment of silence, he gulped. “Me too…” You giggled a bit.

“I’ll take that for now.” You joked. “Goodnight, Tae.”

“Night…” he said, hearing you hang up the phone. Once the call ended, Taehyung was able to hear Yeong Bin’s loud snoring from the other room. He closed his eyes, putting on his playlist as he closed his eyes and attempted to fall asleep.

Taehyung woke up around 9 the next morning. He didn’t hear anything in the house, so he assumed that his mother and Yeong Bin were still asleep, if Yeong Bin was even still here. He looked at his phone, wincing a bit as the bright light hit his eyes and he groaned.

“Uggh, fuck…” he saw you had sent a text about an hour before, while he was still asleep.

Good morning! Text me when you get up~. Hoping you had sweet dreams <3 (Sent 8:06 a.m.)

“Dork.” He chuckled to himself as he got out of bed, tossing on a shirt as he went into the kitchen. As he turned the corner into the living room and dining room combination, he saw Yeong Bin digging in the fridge. He looked up, a water bottle against his lips as he closed the door. Taehyung looked away, walking past him as he opened one of the cabinets. They were low on cereal, but he pulled out a box and set it down on the counter, searching for a bowl and spoon. He was waiting until Yeong Bin moved to get the milk, and he would wait as long as it took because he sure as hell was not going to ask him to move.

“Tell your Mom I’ll call her whenever.” Yeong Bin said, sliding on his shoes.

“Yeah whatever.” Taehyung said. “Get the hell out of here.” Yeong Bin glared at him as he stood by the door.

“You should learn some manners, kid.”

“Yeah, well, you shouldn’t be cheating on your wife either, but hey.” He shrugged. “What are ya gonna do?” He saw Yeong Bin grimace at that statement. “Make sure you use some cologne this time, huh? Can’t have her smelling my mom on your again, now can we?”

“You’re a little pissant, ya know that?” he asked, storming out and slamming the door to the apartment. Taehyung scoffed, opening the fridge and pulling out what little milk they had left and poured it into his bowl. Putting a spoonful into his mouth, he heard the door to his mother’s room open. She staggered out, rubbing her head as he walked into the living room and lied down on the couch.

“Tae…aspirin…” she groaned. Taehyung sighed, grabbing them off the coffee table and tossing them at her. “Thanks…” she opened it and popped one into her mouth. She saw Tae plop down on the armchair, turning it a bit away from her as he continued to eat. His mother looked at the coffee table, seeing a piece of paper on it. She leaned forward and grabbed it, opening it. Taehyung looked over and saw this.

“What are you doing?” he asked.

“Since when did you start planning dates?” she groaned, sitting up on the couch. “When did you get a girlfriend?” Taehyung reached over and yanked the paper out of her hands.

“You never ask, if you even gave a shit.” He said, stuffing the paper in his pajama pants pocket. His mother pursed her lips.

“Can I meet her?” She asked curiously. “It’s only natural a son brings his girlfriend home to meet his mother.”

“No,” he said.

“Why not? You brought that girl Hyuna home a few times in middle school.” Taehyung looked over.

“She was a bitch.” Taehyung said simply.

“Tell me about it.” She snickered, closing her eyes as she grabbed a throw blanket and covered herself with it. Taehyung couldn’t help but chuckle a bit. “But seriously, I want to meet your new girlfriend. Is she nice?”

“I’m not talking about it. I’m not bringing her home to a drunk. She’s too good.”

“I’m not a drunk.”

“Yes you are, Mom.” He said simply, finishing the bowl of cereal as he got up. He went to the sink and quickly washed the bowl and spoon before putting everything away. “Name the last time you didn’t go out and come home after midnight drunk.” His mother was silent, and Taehyung chuckled. “That’s what I thought.” He opened the fridge, grabbing a water bottle and closing it. He walked over to the couch and handed it to her. She took it into her hands.

“Thanks honey.” She smiled up at him. He didn’t look at her.

“Sober up for once. Then maybe I’ll think about bringing her around. And that’s a big maybe.” He said. He walked to the little table at the front of the house, grabbing his house key, wallet, and putting his phone in his pocket. “I’m going out.”

“When will you be back?” She asked. Taehyung sighed. While he and his mother would converse sometimes during the few times that he was home, he never liked it. And this was the longest and….most naturally that the two of them had spoken to one another. She wanted to know when he would be back…

“I…I don’t know.” He said, sliding his shoes on.

“Okay…” he heard her go silent for a moment to drink her water. As he reached for the doorknob, she spoke up. “I love you, Taehyung.” He blinked, his hand gripping the doorknob. Those three words…but for some reason, they hit him in the back of the head and wormed their way into his ears. He rested his head against the door, closing his eyes.

Why….why does this have to happen now?

“…Bye…” he said, opening the door and slamming it quickly. He sighed, heading down the elevator of the apartment and into the street. He pulled out his phone and looked through his contacts. His mind was racing, those three words playing in his head. But this time, instead of your gentle, loving voice, it was his mother’s raspy hangover voice telling him. He kicked a rock he saw on the side of the road and watched it skirt across the street. His friends were either studying or busy…and he sent you a good morning text. He continued his journey, digging in his pockets. “Ah, shit…forgot to grab my cigarettes.” He mumbled. He strolled down the street, not meeting the eye of any people who passed him by. He just felt kind of sick now, pissed off. Questioning the legitimacy of his mother’s declaration of maternal love to him…

…Yeah, he never thought that would be something that would happen to him, much less ruin his morning.

As he was walking down the street, he heard footsteps approach him, and two black heels appeared into his views. He looked up, seeing Hyuna standing in front of him, hand in his pocket and a cigarette in her mouth.

“Hey, stranger.” She said, smiling a bit. Taehyung groaned.

“Not in the mood, Hyun-ah.” He said, trying to walk past her, but she turned around and took his arm. “Ugh, what?” He looked over at her.

“…Want a smoke?” she asked. When Taehyung didn’t respond, she sighed. “I’ll keep my distance.” He looked at her, and the cigarette in her hand. He really did need a cigarette.

“Fine.” He said. The duo made their way to a bench nearby and took a seat. People were passing them by as Hyuna pulled out her pack from her pocketbook, handing him one along with a lighter. Taehyung lit it and took a puff, sighing in relief.

“So, what’s up? Did you and your girlfriend finally break-up?” She asked. Taehyung chuckled.

“Wouldn’t you like to know.” He said. Hyuna smiled up at him a bit. “But no, we didn’t.”

“Hm. That’s good. You two are pretty cute together.”

“Yeah, that’s why you were so eager to get back with me, right?” He asked. Hyuna pouted.

“Well, be surprised all you want, but you’re much better than Ji Seok in terms of boyfriend material. You have a sense of humor.” Taehyung laughed a bit. “I heard about that fight you two got into.”

“I bet he’s pissed,” Taehyung said. “Not like I give a shit.”

“Wouldn’t know,” Hyuna said. “After his father helped get him out of it, I haven’t seen him. He only called me once for calling me a bitch for not bailing him out. Said your girlfriend was there for you.”

“And? What did you say?”

“I told him to stop getting into stupid fights and hung up,” Hyuna said. “I can’t handle his shit anymore.”

“I don’t blame you. I’m amazed you two have been together as long as you have.” Hyuna chuckled at Taehyung’s comment, flicking her finished cigarette onto the street and stomping it under her heel.

“Yeah…” she said softly. “So if it’s not relationship troubles, what’s got you looking so sad? You’re too attractive to be frowning.”

“Heh. Are you sure you’re not flirting with me?” He asked. Hyuna nodded. Taehyung was silent for a moment. “I don’t think I should be letting out my feelings to you. Ji Seok might come after me again.” Hyuna nodded.

“I mean, you don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to. I can’t force you. Sometimes it’s just nice to talk to someone.” Taehyung puffed his cigarette again, glancing down at Hyuna. He saw her leaned back against the bench, looking straight ahead now. He could see from the angle that she seemed different than normal. She wasn’t trying to pull anything or manipulate him for any personal gain. Sitting there felt like he was sitting with an old friend, not an ex-girlfriend. He sighed.

“Do you love Ji Seok?” He asked. Hyuna looked up, a bit shocked. “Too personal?” he asked.

“…I can’t remember the last time we told each other we loved each other.” She admitted, tucking some hair behind her ear. “I bet you and your girlfriend tell each other every day.” Taehyung shook his head.

“Nope.” He said. “She tells me, but I’m too much of a chicken to say it back.” He said. Hyuna glanced at him, again surprised by his comment. “Heh. You look shocked. Why? I never told you I loved you either.”

“I just kind of assumed you didn’t.” She said with a chuckle. “Ooooo, she must be drowning in misery knowing you haven’t said it back yet.” Taehyung groaned, covering his face.

“God don’t remind me. Every time she says it, I clam up. Like she’s speaking a different language.” He said as Hyuna covered her mouth to laugh in amusement. “And she’s so patient with me. God, I don’t deserve her.”

“Hell no.” Hyuna agreed. She opened her cigarette pack and saw she was out. “Damn.” She tossed the empty box into a nearby trash can. Taehyung sighed as he finished his cigarette and tossed it into the trash can as well. “Well, I at least I have this permanent memory of your suffering. I like that.”

“Yeah, thanks…” Taehyung rolled his eyes. “I’ve never been good with the idea of love.” He shrugged.

“I can understand that.” She said. After that, the duo sat in silence for a moment, not really sure what to say after that. Hyuna glanced at Taehyung a few times, and he glanced back. After a moment, he spoke up.

“You sure you’re not trying to flirt with me?” he asked, scooting away. “I don’t like how you’re looking at me.” Hyuna scoffed as Taehyung chuckled a bit.

“You’re unbelievable.” She said. “If I wanted to flirt with you, you know damn well I would have tried already.” Taehyung laughed a bit more. “Besides, Ji Seok was pissed when he and I got home after that festival in December.” Hyuna sounded pained when she said that, if she was remembering something she would soon rather forget. That wouldn’t be surprising. Taehyung looked at her when she said that.

“You shouldn’t deal with that.” He said. “I know when we were in middle school, I wasn’t the best boyfriend but…Christ. Being with Ji Seok might be a nightmare.” Hyuna sighed, standing up and holding onto her bag. “Hm?”

“Listen, this whole thing has been fun but I should go.” She said. Taehyung noticed her make a fist with her hand before both of them pulled her hair up into a ponytail. “Take good care of your girlfriend, alright? She deserves it…”

“Alright…” he said. He saw Hyuna turn to him, smiling a bit.

“Sorry….” She said.

“For what?”

“I I know I haven’t seen you much since December. But I’m sorry, for what my actions have led to. Ji Seok, and the fights and all of that…” she sighed. “Just, sorry.” Taehyung smiled a bit, nodding.

“Yeah. Thanks.” He said. Then, he chuckled.

“What?” she asked curiously.

“Nothing. It’s just funny. My mom brought you up and I called you a bitch. And here you are, pouring your heart out to me and apologizing.” Hyuna chuckled.

“Do you still think I’m a bitch, then?” She asked.

“Oh absolutely.” He grinned a bit, both of them laughing. “Be safe getting where you’re going.” He stood up, putting his hands in his pockets. Hyuna nodded.

“You too.” She said. Giving a wave, she turned on her heel and headed down the street. Taehyung saw a few men that she passed look in her direction, amazed at the beauty passing them in the street. When they looked back up to see where she came from, they saw Taehyung glaring in their direction. The boys, probably in college, got freaked out by his expression and rushed across the street. He chuckled, before turning on his heel and heading down the street.

Hyuna made her way back to her apartment. It was one she lived in with her parents, who were out a lot for work, so Ji Seok would find himself bumming it on her couch for a few days when he didn’t want to go home. She walked into the house, announcing her presence as she closed the door behind her and locked it. As she stepped farther into the apartment, she tossed her jacket in the closet, set her shoes down, and made her way into the kitchen, her stomach starting to tell her that it was time she found something to put in it. She had tried waiting as long as she could to eat today, thinking maybe she would just grab lunch around 11 and that would be enough. But nope, her stomach was telling her it was time to eat now.

As she stood in the kitchen, the pan in front of her sizzling up some eggs, she heard the door open. Then it slammed, hard. Quickly, Hyuna turned off the stove and tossed the unfinished eggs into the trash, before storing the pan back into the cabinet. She grabbed a water and sat at the table as she heard footsteps approach.

“I’m fucking starving.” Ji Seok said as he stepped in. He saw Hyuna sitting there, and sniffed the air. “Were you cooking?” He asked.

“I was going to make eggs but I changed my mind.” She said simply. “Want to get lunch?”

“No.” He walked over, opening the fridge and pulling out one of her father’s beers. Hyuna watched him.

“You know it’s like…10 in the morning, right?” she asked. Ji Seok looked over, frowning as he popped the cap off.

“So? When have you ever commented on my drinking?” he put the bottle up to his lips and took a sip of it, before setting it onto the counter. He looked at Hyuna with an intense expression on his face. Hyuna starred back for a moment, waiting for him to say something. However, he didn’t. It sent a shiver down his spine.

“…What?” She asked. “What are you staring at?”

“We need to talk.” He said.

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“So another surprise date with Taehyung, huh?” Jihyo asked you. You both were on the phone, as Jihyo was currently out running errands, and you were taking your brother to a local ice cream shop. He was currently choosing his flavor among the many options. You had already paid for yours and gave your brother the money needed to pay for him so you could step outside and answer Jihyo’s call.

“Yeah. I’m excited to see what it is. I wonder if it’s another dinner based date.”

“He seems to like those a lot.” Jihyo pointed out. You giggled a bit.

“Yeah…” you agreed. After a moment, you sighed. “I can’t help but worry about him, though.”

“I don’t blame you.” Jihyo said.

“Well, not in the way you’d think. Last night, when we were talking, he sounded really annoyed and sad. I think it involved his mom, but I didn’t ask too much. I just told him to come over if it was too much.”

“That’s all you can do.” Jihyo said. “He’s a big boy. He can handle it.”

You saw your brother step out of the ice cream shop, change in his hand as the other one clutched a two-scoop ice cream. He was beaming. You chuckled as the two of you headed back home.

“Listen. I’ll call you later.” You said to her as you walked with your brother. “My ice cream’s either going to melt or be eaten by my brother at this rate.”

“Alright. Talk later.” The two of you hung up and you put your phone away. You walked past an apartment building, and the two of you heard the sound of something shattering, and people yelling. You both stopped, glancing up towards the apartment that was a few stories up. The window was open, hence why it could be heard so easily.

“That doesn’t sound good…” you mumbled to yourself. You looked down at your brother, who nodded in agreement.

“I’m glad Taehyung doesn’t treat you like that.” He said. You nodded, smiling as you both continue your journey back home. You heard another sound of something shattering, and a scream for someone to “STOP, GOD, DAMN IT!” You thought you recognized the voice and turned back, listening more intensely. Your brother noticed that you had stopped walking, and tugged your sleeve. “Sis…?” he asked. “What’s wrong?” You glanced down at him, then back towards the sound a few more times. Other people in the area began to take notice of the fight, and one person above the apartment in question opened his window to poke his head out to tell them to stop yelling.

“Nothing’s wrong.” You said. “Let’s just go before this gets any uglier.” And with that, you led your brother off.

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Valentine’s Day Affection Alphabet, Remainder

I didn’t get many asks, and I don’t want to waste all this writing, so here we go!

It’s very long by nature of how few asks I got lol, so only the first answer appears above the cut.

A : AFFECTION. how does your muse show affection?

Vocally and physically. Vocally generally comes first. Caspar is generally very upfront with his emotions and attentions, at least until he starts wondering if his own feelings start wandering into romantic territory. However, he's something of a motor-mouth, so if the topic starts unrelated but then veers towards the romantic, you might find he actually has entertained the idea of spending his entire life with you, of traveling with you to see all the things or fighting side by side with you forever. Call him out on it, though, and he will get embarrassed, possibly to the point of trying vainly to deny it.

B : BOUQUET. does your muse like flowers? which ones are their favorite?

Floral adornments are canonically one of Caspar’s disliked gifts. Something something too girly, I suppose? Or they’re too fragile and he’ll either ruin or neglect them. He understands the sentiment behind them if given them as a gift and does have a reasonable(?) eye for giving them if he must (question mark because the flowers he gave Celica and Hubert were not the most positively received, but the ones he gave Lyn for instance were better thought out), but otherwise will nearly never think of them at all. If you must give him a flower, at least make it big and/or multicolored and/or dramatically shaped. Maybe then it’ll hold his interest for longer than it takes him to put it in a vase and forget about it.

D : DATE. what is your muse’s ideal date? where / who with / etc?

Spending time with his significant other, especially if it involves traveling, doing something new, or enjoying nature. He lives for the energy, but a peaceful day/night out in the landscape is a great little diversion. Emphasis on “diversion” as a temporary thing: Caspar would hate “taking it easy” and sitting back doing nothing for life. I feel like his idea of a good retirement (from war) is to become village protector or commander of a decent- (but not army-) sized group - anything with diverse and colorful terrain (or at least a big sprawling field) and lots to do. Crowds fuel him, be they friends, classmates, coworkers, students, children, or what have you. He’ll even take rivals too. Favorite known places to settle down probably include Bergliez (of course), Enbarr, or Deirdru. He could do Fhirdiad too, but Faerghus is cold; thus, that city is probably lowest on his faves list. I think I kinda got off-track here, but this is also a developing area for us. x)

F : FLIRT. is your muse good at flirting? how do they flirt?

No, or accidentally only. Caspar can’t even recognize when someone is flirting at him (everything feels like getting teased instead, it seems XD), but he can be a competent smooth talker when the mood strikes him (do I need to name the same two supports again?). he also seems to be a pretty quick learner in this regard, though the only actual support I have for this is Living on a Prayer--everywhere else he does anything overtly romantic/sensual is when he and the partner are already in an established relationship, I think. (Still gotta work up enough prequel to justify that infamous kabedon, lol.)

G : GIFT. is your muse good at gift - giving or do they struggle to get it right?

Caspar does try, but sometimes he forgets to ask point-blank/enough about other people’s likes (and dislikes) and so has to fall back on what he’s figured or guessed about the person through other interactions. His gifts are usually well-received, or at least he doesn’t want to tell me about any instances in which he’s given a bad gift. (Sometimes he leans on me to get a little extra info XD Hi Inigo.) Beware the prank gift, though - those can be horrid(ly entertaining and/or high-effort). See every Midsommar water-bucket prank, his high-effort prank to Azura, or his infamous one to Lorenz.

H : HEART. is your muse quick or slow to give their heart away?

In an explicitly romantic context, Caspar is both slow and quick to give away his heart and to just one person, mostly because he can’t seem to tell when someone is being romantic with him most times or when he is falling in love with them. It probably happens sooner than he realizes or initially acknowledges. However, he’s loyal to a fault regarding his friends; and the more comfortable he is with someone, the more likely it is he’ll seek them out or spend hours of the day with them (currently, Linhardt is the biggest benefactor here). Spend enough time with them, and you may well be the one he subconsciously gives his heart to~

J : JEALOUSY. does your muse get jealous in a relationship?

Highly subject to change given Caspar doesn’t have an established relationship in TOA canon right now (both relationships he does have are currently marked as war phase AU), but yes, he gets jealous. As with any other distressing topic (e.g. his dad’s involvement in Petra’s dad’s death), he tends to keep his jealousy to himself (though it leaks out in the way his behavior around especially his partner and possibly everything else is a bit hastier and angrier) until forced (term used liberally) to confess. Based on LoP and slightly on his lines upon being denied transferring classes or being killed in battle, following confession to the object of his jealousy, his thoughts would be largely if not entirely self-destructive: I wasn’t good enough; I was never good enough; will I ever be good enough for anything if I couldn’t be good enough for them? Having not further explored this topic previously, I feel like this sense of inadequacy is the single most likely thing to take all the wind out of his sails: He’ll live simply by going through the motions of it; his once-bright eyes will be dull; and good luck getting him out of his funk by any means other than helping him find a new reason to go on. Duty might not cut it at this point; he might need something more personal.

K : KISS. is your muse a good kisser? why / why not?

I only think he’s not good at kissing. Apparently Caspar has other ideas. In all seriousness, though, he’ll be incredibly awkward at it the first few times around (see Amy’s and Hilda’s first kisses), but he’s a quick learner with a great memory for the physical and kinesthetic. He may just surprise you with his boldness...

L : LOVE. who does your muse love?

Depends both on the verse and on either how well I can build him towards it or how quickly he realizes, on his own or with the partner’s help, that he’s in love. ... Typically when I think about this sort of thing, the pre- and post-established relationship parts are the first thing that occur to me; buildup/courtship/etc. are a giant blank. Currently, he loves Linhardt in CF and Hilda in VW. He/I haven’t made any effort to build any other potentially romantic relationships with him yet, but based off game events, but there are about half a dozen possibilities among in-game characters throughout the houses, and I can’t exclude transfer students either.

O : ODE. does your muse have a way with words?

Linhardt seems to think so XD Caspar will never win any awards for prettiness of prose or voice, but he’ll always tell it like it is: simply, honestly, and straightforward. He’s too blunt to deal in poetry (let alone manipulation by any means other than puppy-dog eyes), but he has his moments, usually when he’s channeling his magnificent insight, trying to cheer someone up. Far more common for him to have different moments entirely though... aka put his entire foot in his mouth, even when he’s trying to console a friend.

P : PARTNER. what does your muse look for in a partner? looks / personality?

Also subjective, but let’s see... Caspar would want someone who will put up with him even if he gets a little wild at times. Someone who won’t mind him protecting them (though he won’t say no to someone who can protect themselves either, given his usual favored activities and line of work). Someone who won’t tie him down with expectations he can’t meet or rules he must abide by, who lets him live as he wants and even join him on this crazy ride of coupled life. Someone who understands him, even when he doesn’t understand himself, who will be there when he needs them most. As far as appearances, though, I can’t tell if Caspar has a type. Every one of his most likely love interests look so different...

Q : QUESTION. would your muse ask the big question or expect their partner to?

I can’t tell, but I suspect that since “the question” (of marriage, presumably) comes well after a confession of love, Caspar, being the passionate and high-energy dork he is, would pop the question first. Then again, he knows this is a big decision and doesn’t want to mess this up, so he’ll probably take a while to figure out the “perfect way” to say it... which may well result in some of his pensiveness showing on his face, his partner inquiring after its source, and him bum-rushing (after putting up less resistance than he’d like) into blurting out “the question” and forgoing all his elaborate plans. XD

R : ROMANCE. is your muse a romantic or a cynic?

Given those extremes, definitely a romantic. He has a storybook vision of how love is supposed to go and an overactive imagination to magnify it further. It’s as easy for Caspar to run his mouth on this topic as any other, and he gets actively embarrassed when caught baring his romantic notions like a sap, e.g. with Shamir (most blatantly) or Dorothea (when her teasing catches him off-guard because his imagination ran ahead of her). He can be a cynic in some regards... but none of them relate to romance.

S : SWEETHEART. did your muse have a childhood sweetheart?

Hard to say. Most everybody gets coded as various levels of friend, so whether Caspar realizes if “bestest friend ever” actually means “childhood sweetheart” is a mystery. That said, the only person who might qualify as that is Linhardt...

U : UNREQUITED. has your muse had their heart broken?

Currently, he’s too oblivious/naive in love to have had his heart broken. Not a difficult feat to accomplish when everyone is a “friend” until they tell him otherwise. Once he gets into a relationship, long-term jealousy and any other egregious breach, e.g. spending way too much time with somebody else clear up to cheating on him. is highly likely to do it to him.

V : VALENTINE. how does your muse feel about valentine’s day?

“Candy!!! Oh, I guess couples are kissing too. Bit weird that they’re doing it out in public, but that’s their right, I suppose. I wonder if I’ll ever have someone to kiss like that?”

W : WEDDING. would your muse get married? why / why not?

Having not previously thought on this topic... He would, readily. However, if his partner isn’t up for traveling all over the place, he might end up being a bit of an absentee spouse or parent. Most likely sin would be giving his loved ones too many “things” instead of himself/his time for making memories - and that would be almost entirely by accident, since he wouldn’t even think that he’s doing it (or at least the over-gifting) wrong unless prompted by his spouse.

X : XOXO. does your muse use / like pet names?

Maybe? Not really? If he does, he only tends to use shortened versions of their names (e.g. Lin instead of Linhardt) rather than something more creative (e.g. honey/dear), but not everybody’s names can be so conveniently shortened (e.g. Hilda), and he always uses everybody’s full name (or title, e.g. Father not Dad) in-game. It’s a pretty good step up if he makes and uses a nickname on you. That said, in the manakete!AU I have with Linhardt, he’ll actively refer to him as “tyke”, “kid”, or “child” because that’s what he looked like to him when they first met as humans.

Y : YOURS. does your muse get protective easily?

Oh boy. In the short and “monogamous” term, Caspar will protect any part of his partner that needs protecting - mind, body (or part), soul, honor, you name it. He would offer to walk his spouse home at night or worry after their safety if they’re gone from him too long (being a military child + a morning person, I imagine Caspar is good with time and probably not above setting time limits/a curfew if need be). In a broader sense - Caspar is used to being the brave, strong, upbeat one, the rock to which drowning souls can cling to, the shield behind which everyone else can take refuge. He is, emotionally and physically, a protector; he knows that an unshakable confidence and faith are as effective as a stout body in keeping others safe. According to LoP, his protective streak can and does run all the way out to sacrificing himself for his friends - he can’t stand the thought of things going the other way around. I need to explore this further, but some combination of heroic notions, his father’s stories/actions/fate (especially in non-CF routes), and a well-buried worthlessness/inferiority complex from having never lived up to his father’s precise ideals for him and/or having always worked so hard for so little recognition (see: Julian’s existence, his failure to inherit his family’s title anywhere outside of CF except when marrying Annette, and a teatime line (“They say hard work pays off, but I don’t think that’s always true”)) quite clearly make him think he’s expendable. Caspar hardly ever expresses such negative thoughts and in keeping with his (self-imposed) role as the army’s morale-booster, he’ll put a positive spin even on his own gnawing thoughts. There’s one post in LoP where Caspar tries very hard to stay happy for Linhardt, even though they’ve both just vented all their fatal worries about their fates in the war. Even dying, knowing he’s doing so because he lost/bit off more than he could chew/failed, he refuses to let others worry about him. (”Don't worry about me... I always knew...losing meant death... “)

Z : ZZZ. how many people has your muse slept with?

Possibly subject to change, but - no one besides whoever he commits to. After all, sleeping with anyone else usually involves casual relationships (which I can’t really see Caspar going for under most circumstances) or lying to your SO about doing it (and he explicitly hates lies).

#headcanon #valentine

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kae-karo · 5 years

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Hi Katie! I just want you to know that I want your analysis of this new sims video more than anything and I'll just patiently wait for it... Have a nice day!

hi dear!! new sims vid, did u mean dnp simulator?

dorks spending the first ten seconds dancing in fake snow

why virtual friends???? ??

my daddies gave to me y’all,,,,,,there’s knowing your branding and then there’s acting on that knowledge and i think this may have been one time where acting on your knowledge maybe was not a good call like ily and u do u and all but

i love phil loving his branding it’s cute also shoutout to @dnpscloset thanks for finding it (x) bc i want one now if anyone needs a last minute xmas idea i’m lookin at u mom u always wait til the last minute

same dan, same

‘we all have new faces and new lives and everything’s changed, this is gonna be hella dramatic’ *inhale* *exhale*

‘when u imagine the howlter family’ god they’re such adorable n sentimental nerds i love them

phil’s actual default is bein a leany boye

dnp arguing about what ‘desperate’ actually is as if the entirety of their first year after meeting they weren’t talking as often as they could five hour skype calls amirite

get away from me stalker lmao bold of u to say that danny

phil sweetie i love you with my entire heart he’s so so excited abt the virtual snow i love him

tiny zoom in jumpcut at 2:08 overlapping audio interesting

a mood and a half

phil immediately going ‘yeahhhhh thin walls family hearing things they gotta get out’ abt dab and evan like m8 we get it all u think abt is sex we get it god u and ur husband really are made for each other aren’t u (dnp = devan reference #1)

‘i presume evan is also jobless’ ‘i hope so!’ phil is it really,,,,,,smth to be excited about,,,,,,,

dan’s doin a lot of the hand phone lately u cute boy

we should have a redbull what is wrong with them phil can barely handle having too much sugar y’all thought it was a good idea to have a redbull also we should have a redbull they share literally everything which tbh is probs for the best lbr phil on a whole can of redbull hmmmmm yes ik it’s v possible and in fact probable that phil had his own can let me live

‘it’s a sensible lightweight jacket’ in the fucking snow wow dan u really did just set urself up for phil to drag u about not dressing for the weather

dan’s fucking laugh at 4:39 gives me life literally there is no purer and more adorable sound like that’s up there with kittens purring

‘i think he’s gonna be a bit of a diva in this relationship’ did you mean: dan howell (dnp = devan reference #2)

[slight bit of ankle is showing] dan: ‘and now you’re wearing shorts’

where’s the lie tho honestly that lil pause before he said mate

this clip will live in infamy bc i want this in every fucking phan edit for the rest of time like i can’t even think of the right out-of-context clip right now but anything that can be answered with phil saying ‘it’s dan’ i need it

youtube

mandatory phil covering his mouth and bein a cutie

yes destroy gender roles in the snow universe (although seriously dan’s ‘life is just about uncon-doing the horrible conditioning of all these gender stereotypes, phil’ is so important also i stan phil recognizing that before dan i think it’s really easy to forget that just bc up til recently he’s not been as expressive as dan of his opinions on how stupid gender roles are doesn’t mean he doesn’t have just as if not more progressive a mindset than dan)

‘it’s like a dan vs phil’ dnp = devan #3

dan has such a lovely singing voice i miss him singing

dude phil’s eyebrows are making a Solid appearance v expressive

i s2g this is a different moment from the one above he’s just so fricken cute???

‘but they’ve got each other’s backs, phil, just like dab and evan’ yeeeeaaaa i’m gonna go ahead and go with dnp = devan reference #4 here i think that’s fair

snow angels are the least fun thing to do and yet (x - it literally won’t let me put it in bc it’s a privated vid rip)

amazing they just started having a snowball fight how cute n domestic am i talking abt dnp or dab and evan hmmmm - dnp = devan #5

i get that infinity war was a meme but lads it’s time to let it go

‘and they’re called the howlters’ lmao as if u ain’t an honorary lester daniel (dnp = devan #6)

i’m living for phil’s excitement i mean if that’s what redbull does to him i’m here for it i guess?

hi they’re dumb this was cute

‘we don’t want to be those people, but for us personally, we very much found that you just need to just move into a big city of some kind and just jump into life with both feet’ this is not only adorable advice but also where dnp simulator comes into play aka we did this so uhh dab n evan should do it (dnp = devan #7) also dan speaking for them both singular pronouns are quaking

‘don’t trust that’ what on earth are u on abt phil what don’t u trust the fuckin desert or?????

scalyburg phil stop pls we know we get it dan’s a furry ur a scaly we got it

why does dan spend an entire 7 seconds (8:40) adjusting is he moving closer to phil? switching which leg he’s sat on? idk but it lead to me pausing at this moment which was a gift in and of itself

‘the deposit on that one, plus the weekly went would make us instantly broke, so that’s fun, us when we moved to london’ bih do u hear me crying

does dan remember phil’s first manchester apartment what kind of question is that phil have u met dan he probably remembers every bloody inch of that place i mean he did remember that there wasn’t a bedside table so

stop that

middle of the city, romance festival, geekcon, pretty views and cherry blossom trees sounds like dnp’s ideal location do u get why i’m calling it dnp simulator yet also dnp = devan #8

we don’t want to move next to the karaoke legends wow dan bold of u to say after belting helena at 2am real bold

phil having flashbacks to the apt they toured where they found out people died there

hi phil just looks so excited by everything

look i’m not saying anything except they’re managing to find a lot of similarities b.w their lives and what they’re doing for dab and evan okay like this apartment is great for people-watching? which is what phil did in his manchester apt?

context whomst? idk her

shoutout to the wardrobe

big bold life-changing steps

anon spitting truth up in this house (but like,,,,,my thoughts exactly lmao i was like they’re such introverts they would’ve avoided meeting their neighbors at any cost including apparently smacking into a locked door trying to avoid small talk phil we love u bab)

casually mentioning dan saying ‘we are dil-’ was he gonna say dil’s son, maybe but i like to remember the bloops of dan repeatedly calling dab dil so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

omg okay so from like. this point on, when dan’s like ‘here is my vision’, i’m absolutely getting queer eye vibes like amateur queer eye tho like two gay nerds trying to embody queer eye in their lives a bit oh wait

okay okay okay dan u said an ensuite bathroom and then failed to add a door to the bedroom do u understand how frustrating that is???????? do u understand how stressful it was for me to watch that whole damn vid and know that u forgot the door????

a space for hobbies what hobbies who has hobbies

they learned nothing from building their house before: phil should take the mouse away from dan immediately look at him he is such a sugar baby in this jfc

god dan is so cute get these idiots a penthouse apartment super high up so he can have his bath next to a window okay he deserves that in life

stop it they’re literally agreeing on almost every single thing god they literally share a single brain

amazing

leany boye

‘they are young adults moving into their first apartment, you don’t have art!’ okay first of all don’t even go there daniel second of all i’m sorry you’re the one arguing for spending literally all their money but u don’t want to get some art bc it’s unrealistic????

dan saying lovely

phil’s mr carpet

navy??? navy? when did they? why?

i would get involved in a criminal plot to have that / i’m gonna throw you out of one

wow pro tips makin a comeback

phil is Losing Steam

oh my god okay so i was joking but literally phil is losing steam lmao 18:35 he says ‘ayy’ and it’s so tired-sounding

leany leany boyes

okay look ik dan’s going into ‘aww poor philly’ mode but also he knew that very quickly like honestly that’s not a Thing i would ever notice about someone tbh i’m not saying it’s like Significant but damn danny was really into phil to know that shiz man

the high-fashion gigantic rug of our dreams

okay look i can’t make this up phil literally leans away for a bit and then

hello daniel’s Curl

i stan phil getting excited over plants

dab and evan will be having a mario kart fest will they (dnp = devan #9)

mirroringggggggg

dude big mood god they’re so fond and full of memories

honestly dnp made it that way like u cannot convince me they didn’t purposely decide to do that mmkay

‘see they are ready to have their romantic dinners. and then they can pretend they have another friend and it’s fine!’ am i talking abt dnp or dab and evan who knows :) (dnp = devan #10)

cold in the middle what on earth i literally have no memory of that i mean it could just be my shit memory but jfc they just remember that stuff goddamn

scrunchy boyes also phil where’s ur arm at hm

like i’m not fuckin joking where is it

you can’t exist without a computer i mean

what is important in life / the internet

they don’t even have fucking doors and dan’s like ‘uhm they need a terrarium’ dan i’m stressed

oh my god i’m sorry phil is so done with this now it’s actually comical

hi they didn’t add a door for the ensuite

give dnp an interior design series honestly give them any series

phil reached for dan’s hand u cannot convince me otherwise

‘not my personal taste’ really,,,,,really

when dab n evan hug dan looks at the screen n phil looks at the camera things u didn’t need to know but now u do

lmao jumpscared by the kiss

‘i feel like i’ve never nailed anything more in my entire life’ hmmmm hmmmmmmmmmm hm

the fuck was dan’s ‘getting a job’ that’s his fnaf voice u stop that

doon doon doon doon

tongue

hi uhm what the Fuck was that jumpcut at 28:30 i hate Obvious Jumpcuts with a burning passion specifically bc of dnp

#dnp #dan and phil #dapg #phan #danandphilgames #sims #devan #vid analysis #anon #ask #kt

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awhitehead17 · 5 years

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Life Is A Cheesy Rom Com

TimKon, Kisses, Sunsets, Sappy Shit, Fluff

A/N: This was done for 'Idiots In Love' on my Batfam Bingo 2019 card. It's basically just some sappy shit between Tim and Kon which I enjoyed writing very much.

Also on AO3

Enjoy! :D

“Admit it.”

“No.”

“Seriously?”

“I’m not betraying Gotham like that.”

“Really? How can you deny that this isn’t a better view?”

“Well what can I say, I’m a city boy at heart.”

A huff and a shove was his answer and Tim lets out a laugh at the actions. He grins over at Conner, “Would it help if I said that it’s a very close second?”

Conner gives him a look like he’s debating it. After a couple second he’s pulling a face and shaking his head, “Nope. The damage has been done. That’s it, you’ve hurt my country boy pride, you can’t fix it.”

Tim lets out a laugh as he rolls his eyes, “I’m pretty sure that your Superboy-ego is more than big enough to cover up your wounded country boy pride Kon.”

“I don’t know, the wound is pretty deep, it’ll take a lot to help it heal.”

“Not even super healing?”

“Doubt it.”

“Any ideas on what would help it heal?” Tim raises an eyebrow at him just knowing that there was a catch to this somewhere along the lines.

Kon glances over at him, a smirk making its way across his lips, “There may be one thing that could help heal the wound.”

Tim raises both eyebrows in mock surprise. Feeling playful he decides to indulge Conner and where this could potentially be leading to. “Oh? What’s that then?”

Next to him Conner leans over so their faces were inches apart, he could feel the heat coming off him and could easily see how piercing Conner’s blue eyes really were. If Tim leans forward just a tiny bit he could be pressing their lips together in a nice passionate kiss. Despite how much he wants to he doesn’t however, he restrains himself and waits to see what Kon’s about to do.

“Perhaps a kiss from a little birdie would help heal it quicker.”

“A little birdie? Really?”

Kon nods his head, pretending to be deadly serious, “Oh yeah definitely. You see the little birdie I had in mind is a special kind of bird, one that-”

Tim cuts him off by leaning forward and pressing their lips together. He couldn’t be bothered to wait any longer and it was also to get Kon to shut up. The other teen was rambling too much and Tim lost his patience.

Their lips slide together in easy movements, like it was all muscle memory. Moments later a sweet pressure against his lips gets Tim to open up his mouth which allows Kon’s tongue to enter. He lets out a moan as Kon explores his mouth with his tongue and he presses his body against Kon’s even tighter. Broad hands find their way over his back and start rubbing up and down while Tim’s own hands hook around Conner’s neck and forces his boyfriend impossibly closer.

They kiss until they were breathless and then some more. Tim only pulls away from Conner when he’s moments away from passing out from the lack of oxygen. He pulls his face away, never letting go of Conner’s head as he does so, and takes a deep breath in an attempt to get his breathing back under control.

Opposite him Conner was also trying to get control of his breathing and as Tim looks at him he lets out a breathless laugh. “If you wanted a kiss you should have just said so.” He tells him with a pointed look.

Conner grins at him and the hands on his back give him a squeeze, “Well I was getting there but somebody was a bit impatient.”

“No idea what you’re talking about.” Tim comments looking away.

“Course you don’t, that’s totally not the reason why you jump me before proceeding to have a heavy make out session during which you climbed into my lap.”

Tim looks back at him before looking down and sure enough he was sat on Conner’s lap, straddling the other teen’s hips with his knees. “Huh, I didn’t even realise I did that.”

Conner lets out a belly laugh which Tim could easily feel. His laughter was contagious and seconds later Tim could feel himself grinning before he too was laughing.

Once their stomachs were hurting and their cheeks were aching they manage to calm themselves down only with the occasional giggle happening. They stay sat together for a while and just look at one another. Tim takes in the features of Kon’s face, his chiselled jaw line, his cropped black hair, piercing blue eyes, pink and now swollen lips.

It’s easy to say that Kon was handsome, anyone would agree, and while that certainly is a bonus that’s not the reason why Tim dates him. No the reason why he’s dating him is because of what’s inside of him. Conner is a kind, gentle, considerate human being. He puts others before himself, he thinks the world of Ma and Pa Kent and is appreciative of what they’ve done for him, he always makes sure his friends are happy and he always tries to do what he thinks is right.

Of course he didn’t start out like that, when he was younger he was brash, big headed, cocky and self-absorbed but over time he matured (even died) and became this wonderful young man in front of him.

Coming out of his own thoughts he huffs out a laugh after he realises that he’s been staring at Kon for too long. He starts getting off the meta’s lap but was stopped by the grip on his back tightening.

“No, no. What’s so funny?” Kon narrows his eyes at Tim like he’s been offended.

Tim shakes his head, a smile stretching across his lips, “It’s nothing Kon. Seriously it’s nothing. Now let me go.”

“Uh no way, not until you tell me what’s funny. You stared at me really intense for a while then started to laugh, I want to know what it is.”

Rolling his eyes Tim reaches behind him and grabs Kon’s hands off his back, he laces their fingers together and holds them between their bodies. “I was just thinking about how stupidly in love I am with you that’s all. I laughed because it’s just so cheesy, like crappy rom com cheesy.”

Kon shrugs, “Nothing wrong with a little romance in your life dude.”

Tim gives him a look, “I didn’t say that.”

He starts climbing off Kon’s lap and this time his boyfriend lets him go. He settles back down in his original place at Kon’s side on the blanket they had laid out hours ago. He looks away from Kon and over at the scenery in front of them. The sky was plastered in beautiful shades of oranges and red which make up that evening’s sunset, the colours giving their surroundings a golden glow to them and making everything else in the distance all silhouettes.

They were spending a week at the farm together just to get away from the city life for a bit and to spend some quality time together. Earlier that day it had been absolutely beautiful, not a cloud in the sight and not a single breeze of wind so of course the beautiful day turned into a beautiful night and Kon wanted to go out and watch the sunset, of course Tim joined him and that’s how they ended up on a blanket.

“Okay, admittedly it is beautiful.” Tim comments after a few minutes of silence.

Kon grins over at him, “I knew you’d admit it!”

“But,” Tim says exaggerating the word, “Gotham’s sunsets are better. There’s something about seeing the city bathing in an orange glow and seeing all the building turn into silhouettes that just makes it more appealing. At least to me.”

Conner rolls his head on his neck with a deep groan, “Ugh, I can’t believe you. I swear to god that I’m dating a heathen or at least something along those lines.”

Tim laughs, “Nope, you’re simply dating a city boy Kon.”

Kon sighs and picks up Tim’s hand to hold it, “That I am,” he says softly looking at him with love filled eyes.

Tim couldn’t help the blush that appears on his cheeks as they warm up, he smiles back and looks away. He laughs lightly again and comments, “God we’re a couple of loved up idiots aren’t we?” All he could hear in the back of his mind is Steph and Jason yelling at them to go find a room, Dick was there cooing at the sweetness between them and even Damian was there but was tutting in disgust.

“Well there could be worse things in the world to be. You know what, I’ll make the moment even cringier-”

“Please don’t.”

“-and say that I’m happy to be here with you and I wouldn’t change this for the world. I love you Tim Drake and nothing is going to change that.”

Tim blinks at him for a moment. A few beats go by before he’s reaching out to shove Kon, “Oh my god you giant sap, just shut up you dork! The moment was bad enough as it was but that was horrendous!”

Kon chuckles and grabs his hand, “Well it’s true!”

Kon pulls him into another kiss which Tim immediately relaxes into. The meta makes an approving humming sound which Tim couldn’t help but replicate. This kiss wasn’t as heated as the their last one so they broke apart being able to breathe easily though they were both smiling widely and stupidly at each other.

Like Kon had said, Tim wouldn’t change this for the world. He loved being here with Kon on the peaceful grounds of Kent Farm with a beautiful sunset in the background.

He won’t be admitting that out loud anytime soon, the moment was already cheesy enough and Tim didn’t need to add any more fuel to the fire at this stage. So what he was a idiot in love, sue him. He’s happy and that’s all that matters at the end of the day.

#timkon #Tim Drake #Kon-El #fluff #sappy shit #sunset #kisses #batfam bingo 2019 #fanfiction

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stopforamoment · 5 years

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A Picture Is Worth a Thousand Words Challenge: Gone Fishing

My masterlist is at the end of my bio. Book: The Royal Romance (After Book Three) Pairing: Bastien Lykel x OC Rinda (Parks) Lykel Word Count: 1,043 Rating: F for Fluff (there’s one or two F-bombs) Author’s Note: This is my submission for @speedyoperarascalparty‘s A Picture Is Worth a Thousand Words challenge. She is also the one who tagged me and gave me the picture. Thank you—this was so much fun! My apologies if I missed anyone with my tags--please let me know so I can add them. @speedyoperarascalparty @ao719 @leelee10898 @riseandshinelittleblossom@zaffrenotes @drakewalkerwhipped @stopforamoment@annekebbphotography @lizeboredom @boneandfur @mind-reader1@jovialyouthmusic @ooo-barff-ooo @bobasheebaby @ownworldresident@hopefulmoonobject @sleepwalkingelite @likethetailofacomet@silviasutton1989 @blackcatkita @blackcoffee85 @kennaxval @andy-loves-corgis @callmetippytumbles @iplaydrake @the-everlasting-dream@brightpinkpeppercorn @agent-bossypants @tornbetween2loves @dcbbw@jlouise88 @choicesbyjade @breaumonts @thehonorarybeaumont@pixelsandkink @innerpostmentality @katedrakeohd @darley1101 @carabeth@sirbeepsalot@cocomaxley @mfackenthal @moneyfordiamonds @romanticatheart-posts@choicesarehard @gibbles82

Obligatory disclaimer that Pixelberry Studios owns the TRR characters and my pocketbook with those darn diamond scenes. Rinda with all of her quirks is all mine. My apologies if Tumblr or I do something stupid when I try to post this. The keep reading link shows up on my laptop but not my phone. Ugh.

Thank you @asherella-is-a-dork-3 and @bobasheebaby for always being my sounding board! Thank you @cora-nova @silviasutton1989 @riseandshinelittleblossom @tornbetween2loves for still being a part of the journey! Summary: This takes place a few years in the future, during a Lykel family vacation from hell. However, Papa Bas just rolls with it and makes the best of a bad situation. Henry’s nickname for Bastien is “Bonk.” He came up with it when his mom and Bastien started dating, and it’s his silly way of shortening “Lieblings-Onkel.” Favorite Uncle

Gone Fishing It was the fourth straight day of rain during the Lykel family vacation from hell. Bastien and Rinda tried to keep the kids busy, but it was times like these when they felt the twelve-year age difference between Henry and Évelyne. Henry was a good sport, but he could only play Candyland and Cootie so many times. Rinda had enough. “It isn’t raining that bad right now. Maybe you and Henry could take the boat out but stay close to shore? And I’ll take Évelyne to a fast food restaurant with a play area. Or just a store where she can walk the aisles, pull things off shelves, and whine for things I won’t buy her. Anything has to be better than this.” Bastien arched a brow at his Tria, and Rinda laughed. “I know, Tiger. I’m the one who insisted that we take time away from civilization, but now I’m changing my mind. I was wrong and I’m calling a time out for everyone’s sanity. If Henry doesn’t get a chance to go fishing at all, you know he’s going to be upset. I promise I’ll bring shakes back for everyone.” Just then Évelyne teetered over, her curly hair an absolute disaster from the humidity. “Besides, you and Henry can’t be the only ones to enjoy the troll doll magic. We need to share our frizz with the world, right Krauses Mädchen?” Frizzy Girl “Should we put your hair up, or will you be my human barometer?” “Bar-ometer!” Bastien laughed and scooped up his daughter. “That’s my girl. Your hair is always beautiful, just like your mama’s. I wouldn’t have it any other way.” Évelyne squealed with delight and purposely rubbed her hair against her papa’s nose, causing him to double over with fake sneezes. “AT-CHOOOO! No! It tickles Niesen Monster!” Sneeze Monster “AT-CHOOO! AT-CHOOO! Please stop!” “Gesundheit!” Évelyne yelled, bobbing her head for extra emphasis.

. . . . . Bastien and Henry were a half mile from shore when a bolt of lightening streaked the sky and the torrential downpour hit them. “Fuck!” Bastien muttered under his breath as he and Henry scrambled to pull in their lines and get back to shore. When they finally got inside and dried off, Bastien made hot chocolate for them. “This sucks, Bonk. This vacation was the worst idea ever.” Bastien chuckled. “But at least we got a cabin. This would really suck if we were in tents. Besides, it’s never a bad idea when you get to spend time with your family.” Henry rolled his eyes. “Totally cheesy, Mr. Glass Half Full.” Bastien shrugged and booped Henry’s nose. “Let me try a different dad approach to a bad situation. Why did Humpty Dumpty have a great fall?” Henry eyed Bastien warily. “To make up for his miserable summer vacation.” “Bonk, no. Just. No.” “Why did the mummy go on vacation?” “Bonk, NO!” “He needed to unwind.” “No. No. No. Your dad jokes suck. I’m going to my room to stare at the wall. It’s more entertaining.” “What about the robot?” “NO! Still walking to my room.” Bastien was yelling to Henry’s retreating form. “He needed to RECHARGE HIS BATTERIES!”

. . . . . Ten minutes later Henry heard Bastien yelling for him. “Knuddelbär?” Cuddle Bear “Can you come in the bathroom please? I need your help.” Henry groaned. “I’m not pulling your finger. That only works with Évelyne, you goof.” He slogged to the bathroom and knocked on the door. “Bonk? Seriously, this is weird. What is it?” He pushed open the door, stood in shock for a moment, and burst into laughter. “You look stupid. What are you doing?”

Bastien was sitting on the bathroom counter, wearing a snorkeling mask and holding a fishing pole. He looked over at Henry. “I’m fishing. Want to join me?” Henry was wheezing from laughter. “Hold . . . hold on. In the toilet?” Bastien shrugged. “Why not?” Henry grinned and grabbed the fishing pole Bastien held out for him. He sat on the edge of the bathtub, pretending to cast out as the fishing line went into the toilet. “Why the snorkel mask?” “The way it’s raining, we’ll probably be underwater in hours. Besides. It can double as a gas mask if you fart.” “Do you have a mask for me?” “Actually, I think this one is yours.” Bastien took it off and offered it to Henry, but Henry laughed and brushed it away. “No, I’m good.” Bastien had a cooler in the corner, and he reached in and grabbed root beers for both of them. “So, I have a question for you.” Henry looked up. “If you’re American in the living room what are you in the bathroom?” Henry scrunched up his face in confusion. “Wait, what are you talking about?” Bastien snickered. “European.” It took Henry a minute to process what Bastien said before he groaned. “Mom’s a bad influence on you.” He was quiet a moment. “Why did the Cordonian Royal Guard sit on the toilet?” Bastien shook his head. “He was doing his DUTY.” Bastien had a wicked gleam in his eyes. “What did one piece of toilet paper say to the other?” “What?” “I feel really wiped.” Henry grinned. “How about this? Why did the ant fall off the toilet seat? Huh? Because he was PISSED OFF!” Bastien was cackling and slapping his knee. “Wait. I have another one. Why couldn't the toilet paper cross the road?” Henry was wiping tears from his eyes. “I don’t know. Why?” “It got stuck in a crack!” Henry blew root beer through his nose. “Ow. It hurts. That was SO STUPID! Ow, it’s still burning my nose. Okay, you win. Just. STOP!” Bastien and Henry spent the next hour talking and laughing during their “fishing trip.” “Hey Bonk? Why don’t we put some water and toys in the bathtub so mom and Évelyne can go fishing when they get back?” Bastien laughed and tousled Henry’s hair. “That’s a great idea. You’re a pretty awesome big brother. You know that, right?” Henry blushed and shrugged. “Well, you’re a pretty awesome dad. Even if your jokes suck.” Henry booped Bastien’s nose. “I love you, Bonk.” Bastien hugged Henry and kissed his head. “I love you too, Knuddelbär.”

#choices fandom game #a picture is worth a thousand words #long post #trr choices #bastien lykel #bonk and knuddelbar #rinda parks ofc

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Hey Doc!

Chapter 9

You ate breakfast together, and then said you’d see each other at the bar later that night. As you got in your car and drove back to the apartment you realized you felt ridiculously excited to see him again later. But first, you had to shower, write and try to convince Darren to not kick you out of the band for good. Though it wasn’t at all serious, having a hobby like that kept you grounded in a way, so you wouldn’t get eaten up by work like you’d been before.

“Hey, Andy!” You shouted as you dropped your keys in the jar by the door.

“Hey (Y/N)!” She shouted back, which was followed by the sound of something falling and the sound of Andy yelling “Ow!”. You shook your head and smiled at the familiar sound. Andy always said she was lucky to live with a doctor considering how often she hurt herself.

“You ok?” You shouted from the hallway.

“Yeah I’m fine, just dropped a book on my toe” she answered. “How come you’re coming home at 9 am?” She asked, wiggling her eyebrows at you from the door to the living room.

“Oh shut it. It was a work thing!” You promptly answered.

“Oh really? A work thing? What kinda work thing has you blushing like that?” She pressed on. You gasped in shock.

“I am not blushing!” You yelled and smacked her with your jacket. She just jumped away and winked, before running away laughing. You sighed, before going to the bathroom. After taking a shower, you sat down in your room with every intention to write on your doctoral dissertation. But no matter how hard you tried your min kept slipping away from you. You sat there for nearly two hours until you decided to just take a nap instead. After all, you didn’t exactly get a full nights sleep.

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As usual, your sleep was filled with dreams. But they weren’t the usual dreams you had. Usually, you would either dream of Yemen or your parents, sometimes work. This time however you had a nice dream. It was vague and you couldn’t remember the details when you woke, but one element was clear as day. Sebastian. He was there, saying something you forgot as soon as you regained consciousness, but his smile and his soft eyes wouldn’t fade from your mind.

“Hey sleeping beauty,” Andy said from your bedroom door. “I’m making pasta for dinner, you want some?” She asked, her always kind eyes gleaming towards you.

“Oh pasta would be great” you admitted. No more than 30 minutes later the two of you were sitting in the living room chatting like usual. You’d only known each other for about two months, but Andy was one of the people who genuinely cared about everyone she met. And when she met you she basically took you in like a lost kitten and had been an amazing friend ever since.

“So all jokes aside, who is this person who has you blushing like that?” She asked, swirling a noodle around her fork.

“It’s... well it’s a coworker. Actually, he’s technically a patient, so me being blushy because of him is a problem!” You told her after a long sigh.

“Oh ok! So this is that kinda secret in the shadow romance then!” He laughed.

“Noo!” You exclaimed. “It’s not a romance! I just have a little crush, it’s not like it can ever become something!” You said strictly.

“Why can’t anything happen?” She asked.

“One: he’s technically my patient. Two: he’s a big star ok, he probably only dates other stars” you said as you shoveled spaghetti in your mouth.

“Wait he’s one of the stars? Why didn’t you lead with that!?” She nearly shouted. “You have to tell me who it is, immediately!”. You swallowed hard.

“If I tell you, you have to promise to NEVER tell anyone!” You said sternly. She nodded enthusiastically.

“It’s Sebastian Stan,” you said in defeat. Andy immediately squealed and jumped so violently you almost dropped your pasta.

“Jesus Andy, I nearly spilled my past..” you muttered but was interrupted by Andy yelling “The Sebastian Stan?” directly at your face. You winced backward from her.

“Yes... the Sebastian Stan” you answered after wiping some of her spit away from your face. “But like I said, it’s not like anything can or will happen! I just have a stupid crush” you insisted again.

“So when do you see him again?” She continued questioning you.

“I mean a few of the cast and crew are going to a bar tonight, so I suppose I’ll see him then” you answered.

“Omg please help me pick out an outfit for you!” She squealed. Andy loves dressing you up, so every time you couldn’t be bothered finding an outfit she did it for you.

“Sure, but not something to dressed up! Or too sexy! Just something casual” you demanded. She smiled and nodded.

A few hours ready you were all dolled up according to Andy’s wishes. You studied your reflection in the body length mirror in your hallway. You were wearing distressed black jeans, with a blue shirt with a Japanese flower pattern. It was the perfect outfit for the occasion. You had your hair brushed and loose, and Andy had stepped up your makeup game a notch.

“You are nearly finished young padawan,” Andy said in a funny voice as she held out your old and trusty leather jacket. You chuckled as you grabbed it out of her hand and put it on. “You are complete, my student,” she said as she bowed dramatically.

“You’re a massive dork, have I told you that?” You joked.

“I believe that’s the first time today missus” she replied. You thanked her for the help before you heard a car honk outside.

“That would be my ride,” you said, before bidding your goodbyes and bouncing out the door. Amanda was sticking her head out the window ginning wife as you approached the car.

“You’re looking awfully cheerful” you noted as you got into the passenger seat.

“Oh, I’m just excited about tonight. I’ll get to talk to Chris some more, and you’ll get to spend some more time with Sebastian” she winked at you. “Speaking of, how was last night?”. You sighed.

“Last night was... nice! And uneventful” you said, giving her a look signaling her to not ask more. You spent the rest of the drive chatting as usual. Amanda managed to steer every topic over to Chris, but you didn’t mind. When you got to the pub, which was the one you’d recommended, you saw that quite a few from the cast and crew had already arrived. They waved from their table enthusiastically. And though it might just have been wishful thinking, you could swear Sebastian waved more enthusiastically than the others. You found your seats and greeted everyone. You sat next to Arik, and Amanda sat next to you again, with Chris on her other side. You could almost feel her heart beating next to you. Anthony ordered a round of beers for the table, and before you knew the conversation was flowing. You and Arik were excitedly signing a conversation about one of his more recent flings.

“If he’s not going to go all in, I’m gonna leave. I can’t be way more invested in this than he is” Arik signed with a determined look on his face.

“I agree” you signed back. “You want another beer?” You asked. He nodded and you grabbed your two empty glasses and headed to the bar. Ali, the bartender, was someone you’d gotten to know quite well lately because your band sometimes played at this bar and he seemed to always be working.

“Hey, lovely girl! How are you?” He greeted you when you approached the bar.

“I’m great, sweet gentleman, how are you?” You replied as he started to refill your beers.

“You know, the usual” he shrugged. As he started tapping the second glass the phone rang, so he left to go answer it.

“Hey there Doc” a familiar voice that made your pulse peak spoke next to you. You turned around to be face to face with a smiling Sebastian.

“Hey Sebastian” you replied. “How’s my favorite patient doing?” You joked.

“Aaw I bet you say that to all your patients” he replied. “And I’m doing great, the Tylenol you gave me is keeping the pain at bay and my head feels great!”.

“I know I already said this this morning, but be careful with alcohol when you’re on Tylenol. Doesn’t always mix well” you warned.

“Meh, I can hold my alcohol” he shrugged. You looked at him with a doubtful look.

“Someone saying that before a night out has never ended well Sebastian” you warned him.

“Is that a challenge” he teased. You noticed he was in a good mood, practically overflowing with energy.

“That is definitely not a challenge! And I do seriously, as your doctor, advice you to not drink alcohol while on Tylenol” you pressed.

“I can’t tell you how many ER patients I’ve had that mixed alcohol and painkillers and didn’t realize how bad of an idea that was”. Sebastian rolled his eyes.

“How about this; a pool match. If I win you put down the mantle of doctor for the night and just have fun, and if you win you have complete control over my drinking. Does that sound good?” He asked, cocking an eyebrow.

“Oh, that sounds great. But be warned, just because you hurt your shoulder doesn’t mean I’m gonna go easy on you” you mocked. Sebastian laughed heartily, a sound which made the term “butterflies in my stomach” come to your mind.

#Sebastian Stan #sebastian stan fanfiction #sebstanedit #sebastian stan imagine #sebastian stan x reader #hey doc fanfiction

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badassbaker · 6 years

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Unexpected Guest (Part 1?)

Unexpected Guest

“Hello, love! Sorry for the late call, but I wanted to let you know I landed safely and Monkey met me at the airport. Wanted to check-in with ya. Everything OK at the house? Have you found the wine we left you yet?”

“Yes. Tom, everything is amazing! Thank you so much for letting me stay here. And yes, I found the wine. Currently selecting the bottle for this evening, if you must know. The house is beyond perfect! Are you absolutely sure that the studio doesn’t mind?”

“Not one bit. Jakey is on vacation for the holidays with his family and Charlie and I are here in London with the boys through the New Year. Shooting doesn’t resume until the second week in January, so the place would just be sitting empty. My favorite camera operator needed a place to stay; and in all seriousness, love…they know better than to fuck with Venom.”

“You are such a dork. But again, thank you so SO much. It means more to me than you know.”

“You’re welcome, love,” he said sincerely. “Happy holidays to you. Shoot me or Charlie a text if you have any questions or problems. Just remember to try and relax. You’re not working for the next 2 weeks; so don’t spend all your time watching Jaws and working on your dolly tilt.”

“Fuck you, Tommy,” I said, laughing out loud. “You know very well that it’s called a dolly zoom. And it’s one of the single greatest camera shots in cinema history. I need to be ready when Spielberg calls.”

I could hear his laughter on the other end of the line. This man just loved busting my balls.

“Oh, Tom! Before I forget. I can’t find the number anywhere for the security company. I wanted to call them and have the gate code temporarily changed while I’m here. Just to make myself feel safer.”

“I don’t think we have it up anywhere. Let me find it and I’ll text it to you in a bit.”

“Got it. In all seriousness, thanks again, Tom. Love to you guys and to the boys!”

As I ended the call and searched for a corkscrew, I again marveled at just how amazing and bizarre this whole chain of events had been.

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Flashback

I’d been lucky enough to meet Tom Hardy and Jake Tomuri working as a camera operator on The Revenant two years ago. It was one of my first long-term jobs, and it had been a particularly brutal one. All the accounts of how difficult and exhausting the shoot had been were totally true. That said, I was there from the first day of shooting until the last; and you don’t go through that much with a group of people without making some good friends. After The Revenant had wrapped, everyone scattered to their own far-reaches of the globe, but a core group had kept in touch. Tom shot Taboo and the fourth season of Peaky Blinders in Europe for most of 2017 before beginning his prep for Venom; but as soon as he knew the starting date in Atlanta, he recommended me to the director. And the rest, as they say, was history.

On most location shoots, especially when it was a studio with money, the crew stayed in hotels near the set. Being a Marvel production, the crew received very nice accommodations on Venom, but Tom and Jake had reservations about me spending Christmas and New Year’s alone in a hotel room…even if it was a Marvel-funded hotel room. He and Jake had rented a house in Atlanta. Although, to call it a “house” was a bit of a stretch.

It was a big, beautiful, furnished mansion with a large pool out back and seven bedrooms. While it may have seemed a bit extravagant to the casual observer, it was important for them to have somewhere to stay that would provide not only security, but also space for their families to visit. Both men had significant others and four kids between them. Plus, to be perfectly honest, Jake and Tom were like two giant toddlers when left alone…and the boys needed space to play. You only had to take a look at Tom’s Instagram to see how much fun those two could have together. Hell, I didn’t even know they made Care Bear onesies in sizes large enough for an adult male. Tom and Jake each had two.

I knew that spending Christmas Eve alone sounded depressing, but I’d been on my own since 17 years old. Yes, I had some extended family, but no one that I considered close enough to spend the holidays with. I had always possessed an eye for camera work and managed to pay my way through film school by working on commercials. I got the job on The Revenant simply because I was able to do it conflict-free. I didn’t have a family or many close friends that would take me away from the arduous shoot. I could be there day in and day out and keep my focus. The director loved it; and since it was my first major Hollywood shoot, I set out trying to impress from the moment I walked on set. It worked.

I was on set for about a month before I started really meeting the cast. Tom and Jake had immediately taken me under their wings. They treated me like big brothers and were always supportive and encouraging.

I’d do dinners and movies and sing-a-longs with the boys after filming. Tom, Jake, and Paul were endlessly entertaining and it really made the months bearable. Each of them was in a happy, committed relationship and the thought of ever getting romantically involved with anyone on set was laughable to me. Camera work was my passion and what I had always dreamed of doing. I’d never let something as stupid as an on-set romance get in the way of my perfect job. Did I get lonely? Sure. Who didn’t? But there are worse things in life than being lonely.

I genuinely didn’t mind spending time on my own and would have been perfectly fine in my little hotel room for 2 weeks. But the boys had other plans.

After we finished shooting for the day, they cornered me as I was putting equipment away. Jake had a small present in his hands.

“Hey guys! We wrapped for the day almost 2 hours ago. What are you two still doing on set?”

“Well,” Tom said, “We knew that you planned to stick around and stay in the hotel for Christmas, but we have a better idea. We both have flights home tonight and our rented place will be empty. We want you to stay there. We’ve already cleared it with the necessary folks and it’s good to go. All you need to do is say ‘yes’. Now open your present!”

Inside the box was a small silver key and keychain shaped like a house. Tied around it, was a red ribbon.

“Pleeease!” Jake begged. “We decorated, and cleaned, and everything!”

Looking at my two smiling friends, I realized that I had no choice.

“Boys, there is only one outcome here, isn’t there?” I asked, smiling warmly at their expectant faces.

“Fuckin’ right there is!” Jake affirmed, scooping me up in a crushing bear hug.

“It’s good you said ‘yes’,” Tom chimed in. “Jakey stole your car at lunchtime. It’s already back home in the garage.”

After getting the security code for the house and giving both boys hugs and kisses goodbye, I found myself being dropped off at the main security gate by one of the production assistants. I wished him happy holidays and made my way inside.

They had really outdone themselves.

Turning on the stereo system and sending music throughout the house, I gave myself the grand tour.

In the living room was a huge, decorated Christmas tree. While we were on The Revenant set, I had shared my deep love for Christmas decorations. They were my favorite part of the holiday; and it seemed that the boys had remembered. The scene was something straight out of a catalog and I found myself deeply touched at how much they had done for me. And to make the gesture that much more beautiful, I knew that they did it simply because I was their friend…and never expected a thing in return. How I’d gotten so lucky, I’d never know.

The kitchen, which looked like it hadn’t been touched, was spotless. Opening the fridge, I found it stocked with water, snacks, and a lot of wine. The guys knew I liked to cook and bake, and they had definitely ensured that I wouldn’t go hungry during my stay. I could probably cook a family meal each night and still not run out of food before they got back.

Grabbing my bags, I headed upstairs. All of the bedrooms had been cleaned and linens had been changed, so I had my pick of accommodations. One caught my eye. The king size bed was plush with cream colored blankets. It wasn’t the biggest bedroom in the house, but it had a beautiful stone gas fireplace at the foot of the bed and a window overlooking the backyard. In my suitcase, I found a pair of old yoga pants and the tank top that Jakey had gotten me for my birthday. He had convinced me to do yoga with him one day after shooting. I hated it and informed him that I preferred to drink for stress relief. Not only did I never have to do yoga with him again, but I got a killer shirt out of it. Completing the look with a pair of fuzzy pink socks, I made my way back downstairs to check out the rest of the house.

Downstairs was a game room, complete with pool table and bar which led to the coziest home theater I had ever seen. The overstuffed couches were made for snuggling up in front of the screen and I knew that I’d more than likely spend at least a few nights dozing off in there.

I strolled back upstairs and into the kitchen, intent on taking a closer look at the wine in the fridge, when my phone started to ring. It was late, but I knew immediately who’d be on the other end. I made Tom promise that he’d call once he was home. We chatted for a few minutes; and after thanking him profusely and sending my love to Charlie and the boys, I hung up and got ready to start my evening.

End Flashback

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I had two weeks off and I planned to make the most of every second. Just as I was about to uncork my bottle, I heard it.

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

My heart jumped into my throat.

The house was supposed to be empty. Tom, Jake, and the producers were the only ones who knew I’d be here and I was the only one with the gate code. How could anyone have gotten to the door?!

Immediately, I grabbed my phone and began to dial 911.

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

Before I could complete the call, my screen lit up.

‘Hardy calling’ was displayed on the screen.

My panic increased by the second.

“Hello! Tom! Tom, someone’s at the door! They’re pounding on it. I need to hang up and call the police!”

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

The disturbance at the door continued as I got more and more scared and tears began to fall. My heart felt like it was going to burst from my chest.

This was not how the evening was supposed to go…

“Tom! Tom, I’m scared! I’m hanging up now. I need to call the cops! Whoever is out there bypassed the security code. I’m alone here. Please, let me call for help!”

“Pet, calm down! Listen to me! You’re OK. I promise. I won’t let anything happen to you.”

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

“Tom, you’re on the other side of the ocean. I need help here NOW! I’m hanging up!” I yelled as the knocking at the door continued.

“Wait! Please! Did you see The Drop?” He asked.

“Excuse me!?”

“The Drop. My movie. Did you see it?”

“Hardy, I swear to fuck, if the last thing I do before I die is chat with you about your filmography, I’m going to haunt your ass for-fucking-ever.”

“Love, go open the door.”

“No! Have you not heard a single thing I’ve said?! There. Is. Someone. Out. There.”

“Yes. And I know who it is.”

Then he was gone.

In the silence that followed, I heard a phone ring outside and a muffled male voice.

“Hey man, glad you got my text! I’m right outside! Come let me in!”

Of course, I could only hear one side of the conversation, but quickly putting two and two together, I knew that whoever was out there was currently speaking with Tom.

I silently tiptoed the door, still on high alert, but starting to calm down.

“Yeah bro. Yeah. OK. Should I just leave? I feel like an asshole. Do you think she’d let me apologize?”

I recognized the voice. The Drop. That’s why Tom had asked.

“Yeah. Yeah man, OK. Love to you and Charlie! I’ll give you a call in a bit. Yep. OK, bye.”

All was silent for a few moments. I leaned my head against the wood and waited.

And then I heard the voice again from the other side.

“Ummm…hello? Tom said you were probably on the other side of the door by now waiting. I’m not here to hurt you, I promise. I’m a friend of Tom’s. He gave me the gate code a few weeks ago. I was shooting in New Mexico and was going to try to make it out here before he left to head back to London. But apparently, I missed him. I sent him a text when I got here…and then he called you to try and warn you in time. Which I guess…didn’t happen. I really never meant to scare you. And I really hope you are on the other side of this door like Tom said…or else I’m going to feel especially stupid for royally fucking up and then apologizing to a door.”

I smiled despite the aftershocks of fear still pulsing in my veins.

Slowly, I unlatched the door and pulled it open.

The unexpected guest was standing in the light of the front porch with his hands in his pockets. When our eyes met, he smiled softly.

“Hi. I’m Matthias.”

Note: I have NO idea where this story came from and I’m not exactly sure what to do with it. Part 2?

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Surprise! Your bias asked you out on a date! The only thing is, he wants you to match 8 of your mutuals with the rest of exo for a group date. @ the mutuals you're choosing for each member (not your bias) and explain why you chose them.

so this came in ages ago and just...i love seeing this? idk why lmao they make me laugh and theyre so much fun. i also take shipping and biasing so seriously because im that hoe. im 200% soft tonight after my dys update and im about 2/3 bottle of red deep so i figure now, at 1 in the morning - slightly tipsy and soft af - is the perfect time to answer this.

i also love these cause yeol is just arriving all the time to ask me out on dates. chanyeol, i love you but maybe ask me for my number? call me? text me? this is cute but like do all your friends REALLY need dates? its ok i love your cute knees and years and neck and butt and hands and everything so ill be matchmaker all night

@kpopandlock - jongin is DUMB excited for his date with kara. lowkey this my greatest otp for a lot of reasons. they both have this crazy intense energy where they connect deeply with those around them and have this strong desire to see justice fulfilled. like, this a couple who roots for the underdog and wants to fix and mend the world. spreading love and good will, not in a cheery santa way (tho they for sure are the type to wear reindeer headbands from december 1 to like...jan 27 just because, and maybe even on a random day in june), but in a charity work/political activism way. and then, after theyve saved 2/10 of the world, they nap. their date is a pajama party filled with wine (for kara), popcorn, and movies about dogs...like airbud.

@yehet-me-up - junmyeon spends 10 hours fretting over his date with sarah because dating is weird and hard, and intimacy doesnt really come naturally to him. the minute yeol and i say were hooking him up, he instantly starts trying to run before he walks, but as soon as theyre together its literal fireworks. these two need each other so much. theyre both halfway to being nervous wrecks about something, but they balance each other out so well its crazy. this the mom and dad couple who know where everyone is at any given moment, but also are SO INTENSE and devoted to one another it causes most people in the room physical pain. also, this couple looks and acts like royalty. bow down, kids, pledge allegiance to the real otp.

@from-dae-do-dae - when jongdae hears hes going on a date with fei, he immediately becomes the noisest, happiest man in the room. fei and dae have the most amazing dynamic in which they are every couple at once. loud and noisy? sure bet. jazz hoes who sip bourbon and study art? friday night at the feidae household. the quiet serious couple who spend too much time focusing on work? always. the couple that will kick your ass at scattergories and not even feel badly? for sure. i love them. hes liberated and wild enough to make sure fei cuts loose when shes getting too withdrawn and fei is a rock on which dae feels supported and grounded. im getting so emo thinking about this. one date turns into 300 years of marriage. iconic.

@nunchiwrites - kyungsoo is relatively quiet when he hears about a date with nunchi, but he does that cute, tiny soft smile because BOYYYYY is he excited. its not that nunchi is innocent, its just that she radiates goodness at every turn. shes funny and sassy enough to keep him laughing, incredibly well read and intelligent to fuel conversation, and warm enough to draw him out of his shell. their dynamic starts pretty shy, but by the end of the date neither of them want it to end. they go on a date for pizza because they both live on cheese and carbs, and neither of them want to go home because why go home when there are stars they could watch together AND MORE CONVERSATIONS TO HAVE? date ends with date numbers 2-8 already planned.

@co-kai-ne - yixing blushes only slightly when he hears he gets to take sofi out on a date. few people on this earth are worthy of yixing and sofi is one of them, for sure. the purity and softness radiating out of this couple will heal the world, im already picturing the way their dynamic makes the sun rise. both of them need each other in various ways - the reassurance that will grow naturally between them is unreal. it will never be question because it just is. instinctively, theyd understand each others needs. sofi would feel like a home for yixing and therefore would be the only one who could convince to rest when he needs it. yixing is fixed and stable enough in his energy to ensure sofi feels safe, nurtured, and adored. date is at an arcade in which yixing wins her 3 stuffed animals and walks here home where he kisses her cheek. second date only happens after he gets permission from the family and promises to take good care of her.

@queenoftheimpala - baek is already on date 17 with ali so this is run of the mill for him. hes obsessed with my bffs quirky and playful energy. on every level, they match each other. this the couple that never stops laughing or coming for others - either in jokes or pranks or in simple teasing phrases. alternatively, this the couple that never stops HYPING one another. ali the type to watch baek make an ass of himself and smile like ‘thats my guy.’ baek the type to see ali trip over nothing yell ‘GODDESS’ in the middle of a crowded street. also the nurturing mother hen vibe from them is just perpetual and constant. also hes the only man i would ever let take my best friend out because his heart radiates angelic goodness and she deserves NO LESS THAN PERFECTION OKAY.

@pebble-xo - sehun giggles with joy that he gets to take jade out on their, what, 100th date? theyre basically a canon, official couple at this point. this my fashion otp, my youth otp, my real otp. theyre SO INCREDIBLY soft for their friends, like more devoted than most, but still so mature. this the couple that are young af but like...22 going on 76. so mature in all of their actions and choices, and intensely dedicated to their passions. their encouragement of one another is silent yet totally profound. also, they the brunch couple we are all secretly jealous of.

@yeol-stole-my-soul - minseok is utterly thrilled when he hears he and maria are going on a date. its their first one and even though this energy never really makes it to romance, these two become fast, rude af, hilarious friends. their dynamic is SUPER playful and they devote themselves to teasing the living shit out of their friends. also, soft kids who love their friends too much. also, fun kids who like...are so the type to go to an amusement park and ride everything 4 times. also, BOTH are wildly intelligent and achieving the literal most in school. and whenever minnie starts kicking off being a lil too beautiful, maria will be there to tell him to stop. KING AND QUEEN OF DORK SOFT I LIVE

omg i love doing these so much why am i like this

#mutual ships #why do i love these so much what #Anonymous

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are requests still open? :D I would like to request for a Keisuke Shijo fluff/nsfw (*´꒳`*) he's from Liar! Office deception(: he's such a babe but there's currently no fanfic for him yet coz.. he's pretty new? If you haven't played the game yet, then I would like to request for a eisuke/ota fluff(*´꒳`*). Thank you! You're an amazing writer(: all the best💜

Hi anon! Unfortunately, I haven’t played Liar yet, so I chose to write some Eisuke fluff instead (I hope you don’t mind). Thank you for the compliment and I hope you like this ^^!

Title: tête-à-tête

Summary: Eisuke can’t keep his eyes to himself, while she makes a mistake that’d seemingly jeopardize her. It doesn’t.

Genre: Fluff, Romance

Pairing: MC/Eisuke

a/n: this fic is based on this post i made a while back lmao. i’m kinda proud of turning a shitpost into an actual fic :’) also, eisuke and mc are dorks.

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@ada254 (THANK YOU FOR YOUR IDEAS IN THE TAGS!!)

“This is a pain,” Luke said, moping. “I came all the wayhere only to find out MC isn’t here yet.”

“You do know that you’re required to be here for auctionmeetings, right?” Eisuke sipped his coffee, not even bothering to hide hisdispleasure at his own tasteless brew.

“There’s no point in being here if I don’t get to see hermagnificent collarbones today…”

“Aaand there he goes again,” Ota commented.

True enough, the penthouse wasn’t as lively as it ought tobe with MC absent. Eisuke could feel his mood quickly dampening at the taste ofcoffee that wasn’t hers. He had half a mind to page her just to salvage histaste buds, but he had to restrain himself. She worked herself to the boneyesterday, and was feeling a bit guilty.

“Well, collarbones aside, MC really is cute, huh?” Babaadded.

Eisuke felt a stinging pain in his mouth, only to realize hebit his tongue at Baba’s statement.

“Aw, come on, guys. Don’t look at me like that. Are yousaying you all seriously haven’tthought that at least once?”

The room grew a bit silent at the thief’s retort, and Eisukefound himself musing on it. Baba wasn’t wrong in the least. She was very easy on the eyes, what with the wayshe smiled at him and carried herself around him. She wore the maid’s uniformalmost every single day, but he wasn’t a fool not to see that she was hidingsomething special underneath all that. He’d be a blind idiot to thinkotherwise—not that he’d ever admit it out loud, though.

“I guess she has nice legs,” Mamoru said, taking anotherdrag.

The thought of MC diligently cleaning the room, clad in herfitted, work-prescribed stockings conjured not-so-innocent images in Eisuke’smind.

“Oh, so you’ve got a thing for legs now, Mamo?” Ota teasedback.

“Shut up. You see ‘em just as much as I do.”

Her bending down,looking for something underneath a couch, her rear facing me—

“Boss?”

Baba’s voice shook Eisuke from hisdefinitely-not-work-related trance, and Eisuke had to hide his irritation, lestthe others have an inkling of his definitely-not-work-related thoughts.

“You’re oddly quiet today,” Baba noted, the smile neverleaving his face.

“Unlike some people, I have better things to think about.” Says the man thinking about her bent over.

“Really, Eisuke? We all know you think she’s cute, so don’tbother hiding it,” Ota added smugly.

“Whatever.” Like hellI’m telling you that.

Not long after, they heard a soft knock from the door, andsure enough, she had arrived for the day’s cleaning. The others stared at heras if they had seen a ghost, but she could only look back at them curiously.

Talk about bad timing—

“Uh, is there something going on?” she asked tentatively.

“Nothing you should concern yourself with, MC!” Babachirped. “Don’t worry your pretty little mind about us.”

“Okay…” She didn’t look convinced, but she started cleaninganyway.

Try as he might, Eisuke couldn’t keep his eyes off her evenif he wanted to. Either Baba’s comment got to him, or he was starting to losehis wits.

Either way, he had to admit, there was one thing thatbothered him about Baba’s comment.

She’s definitely morethan just cute.

That night, Eisuke plopped down on his bed. It had been along day full of meetings that seemed to drone on and on, and he wanted nothingmore than to just sleep his troubles away. He unbuttoned the topmost buttons ofhis shirt before letting out a sigh.

This bed’s way too bigfor just one person.

Not that he wanted a smaller bed, but lately, he wasstarting to feel something every timehe saw the cold, empty side of his bed.

Without warning, the image of MC, immaculately sprawled on his bed, dressed in nothing but his shirt, appeared in his mind. Ashiver went down his spine before he begrudgingly realized that he should not be thinking those sorts of thingsabout his employee, of all people. Ugh, Baba’s rubbing off on me.

His phone buzzed next to him, and he scowled at the sound.Whoever the hell wanted to disturb him at this ungodly hour was about to get apiece of his mind. He was about to send the interloper a scathing reply when hesaw MC’s name on the screen.

Strange. He couldn’t remember the last time she texted himfor anything. Most of the time, their form of communication consisted of himpaging her, or the occasional call from him. She never initiated contact, asfar as he could recall. If he was being completely honest, it disheartened him.

Curious, he opened her message only to be met with asurprise.

“Holy shit. Holy fuckingshit.”

The “message” she had sent him wasn’t a work-related text oran innocent greeting. No, her message was the farthest thing from innocent—it was a picture of her in front ofher bathroom mirror, wearing nothing but lacy lingerie that left nothing to theimagination.

He had to refresh the message twice just to make sure itreally was her, and not some fantasy conjured by his overworked mind. No matterhow much he re-opened it, all he could see was her, clad in a lacy black bikiniset he never would’ve thought she’d dare to wear. Who knew that under her maid’suniform and her quiet countenance was a stunning body and an even bolderspirit? Mamoru may have called her a kid all the time, but the cop was a blindfool as far as Eisuke was concerned.

The real stinger was the caption that came with the photo:

[Do I look good inthis :) ?]

Good god, she’s goingto be the death of me.

Why the hell would she send him this? It feltout-of-character for someone as shy as she was, but he couldn’t find himself disappointedat the situation. In fact, if he had to say, he was almost…ecstatic, even. If this was her way coming on to him, then Eisuke wasn’tcomplaining anytime soon.

Nevertheless, he was still her boss. The rational side ofhim urged him to delete the photo and erase everything from his memory.

But, goddamn it, you’vewaited so long for an opportunity, and it looks like she made the first move.

That was also true. God knows how many lonely nights he’dspend with only his right hand as company and images of her lost in the throesof pleasure. He’d die before saying it out loud, but nothing save for her her seemed to excite him anymore. Thecompany of other women did nothing to rouse his blood, but even her mostmundane gesture sent him into a spiral of dwindling self-control.

He stared at the photo one last time. Maybe this was hisreward for months of sleeping alone. If there was a god out there, then damn,maybe he’d start praying if this was what faith got him.

Tomorrow, he’d confront her about it. For now, he desperatelyneeded a cold—no—freezing shower torelieve him of the uncomfortable tightness in his pants.

I’m seriously going tolose my mind.

Impatient as he was, Eisuke couldn’t wait for the next dayto come. He paged MC up to his office as soon as soon as he arrived thatmorning. If he was anxious or excited, he couldn’t tell at this point; all hewanted was to see MC as soon as possible. He even prepared some wine for themto hopefully get the message across.

He heard her knock on the door and beckoned her to come in. Eisukeschooled his most neutral expression while she looked adorably flustered,fiddling with the hem of her uniform.

“MC, you know why I called you in here, right?” he askedher, pouring some wine to appear casual.

She gulped before answering him.

“Is it because I accidentally sent you my nudes…?”

…What?

He froze and stopped pouring the moment he processed herwords.

“…Accidentally?” Thewords were ringing in his head as she nodded back at him. Suddenly, he wantednothing more than the ground to swallow him up and erase this memory from existence.

For a while, they both remained in painful silence. Theawkwardness was so palpable that Eisuke wondered if she wanted to hide in ahole as much as he did. Her unabashed blush seemed to indicate it.

But wait a minute, he thought. If she sent him the pictureby mistake, then that meant someone elsewas meant to receive it. As far as he could remember, she wasn’t dating anyoneat the moment.

Or was she? Shecould very well be dating one of the other auction managers right now and hewould be none the wiser.

He felt a pang of white-hot fury at the thought of one ofthem raking their eyes all over her, pressing their lips on her smooth skin,savoring the cries from her lips and—

“Mr. Ichinomiya,” she said, looking away from him. “Just…pleaseforget this ever happened. It was a complete accident, and I swear this’llnever happen again—“

“Who did you mean to send it to?”

“E—excuse me?”

“Just answer the question.” For my peace of mind.

She was still blushing, but she forced herself to speakanyway.

“…Look, I don’t know why youhave to know, but my friend gave me some lingerie as a birthday present, andshe wanted me to send her a picture to show that it fit me. Your name justhappened to be next to hers on my contact list, so…”

Eisuke inwardly let out a sigh of relief. If it had beensome cretin, god knows what he would’ve done.

“Sir, I really think you should just delete the photo andpretend this never happened.”

True, he probably should. If he were a good boss and apolite gentleman, he’d delete the photo to save them both the potential trouble(not to mention awkwardness) in the future. Then they could both resume theirlives as if nothing happened.

The only problem was he was neither of those things.

“How about this instead?” Eisuke suggested. “It’d be unfairto you if you were the only one in a compromising position. I’ll be sure toreturn the favor, then we’ll be even. Deal?”

“I really don’t understand…”

“You’ll see soon enough.” Eisuke took a long sip of his wine,easing his earlier tension.

“By the way, you didn’t look half-bad.”

If she was blushing a while ago, then she was positivelybeet red now.

“Oh, um, thank you…”

She left his office after giving a hurried bow, and Eisukecould only smirk at how his plan would come to fruition very soon.

That night, MC plopped on her own bed, dead tired from theday’s events. Today was absolutely mortifying,to say the least. She really hadn’t meant to send him the godforsaken photo,and she thought she had sealed her doom the moment she realized she sent it to Mr. Ichinomiya, of all people.

God, I really thoughtI was gonna die back there.

But the look on his face when she told him it was an accident—itwas the same look he’d always have whenever he drank someone else’s coffee. Itwas the look he had whenever he’d try to pet an animal, only to have it claw athim in retaliation.

It was, dare she say it, disappointment.

Come on. Like he’d bedisappointed by something like that.

And yet, the look on his face when she told him the picturewas meant for a friend—it was undeniably relief.

She didn’t know what to believe anymore, and there was afluttering in her stomach she couldn’t shake off. It only grew worse when sheremembered his earlier compliment.

Get it together, MC!He’s your boss, for crying out loud.

Her phone buzzed, and she picked it up only to see that Mr.Ichinomiya sent her a text.

After what happened, she could only feel apprehension atwhat was to come. Surely, he was going to fire her after today. God, now she neededto look for a new job, too. Great.

Shakily, her finger swiped the phone screen to open themessage.

“…What is this?”

The room suddenly became very warm, and all the blood rushedto her cheeks the moment the screen changed.

It wasn’t a brief text, but rather, a picture of himself. Hewas standing in front of his own bathroom mirror wearing only his blackboxer-briefs, giving her a delicious, unadulterated view of his lean, chiseledbuild. She had to gulp at the distinct V-line that ran down his hips and into…that place.

There was a caption that came along with the photo, and MChad to blink twice to make sure she wasn’t seeing things:

[Now we’re even. Belatedhappy birthday ;)]

Facing him tomorrow was going to be one hell of a task.

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