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warmau · 3 years

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"i don't even like bugs."

jaemin shrugs as he shows his intern pass to the security of the front gates of the botanical garden

he mentions that you're accompanying him today as a visitor and you smile at the guard who pays you two half a gaze

"well i mean - they're butterflies not like cockroaches or anything so have some optimism?"

you don't argue, among your group of friends jaemin is kind of the symbol of optimism. sometimes it's misguided - like now - but you don't want to put a damper on his mood

after all, he's actually here to do a job

you are here on a summer assignment you have to complete for a photography elective you added to your uni program for the next semester

"nature photography" was the highlight of the project, everyone had been emailed a subject to take pictures of while off from school

you had expected maybe the beach, or flowers, or even tourists walking around in floppy hats

when you'd opened the professor's email and saw "butterflies" you had not been thrilled

but you were lucky enough to know that jaemin had scored his current internship at the botanical gardens, and while he was working with his weirdly favorite thing in the world - fungi

he could also get you access to the butterfly garden, a large indoor space for the various breeds of butterflies from around the world, before it officially opened to the public

"the pavilion is over there, i think renjun will be able to let you in."

jaemin says, pointing down a hill lined by pretty bushes that leads to a glass structure at the bottom

you turn to ask if he wants to meet for lunch, but he's already jogging in the opposite direction

you sigh, fishing your camera out of your bag - which is something you've borrowed from your parents because 'iphone photos are not allowed'

they're just butterflies like jaemin said, they're like...cute bugs.

you tell yourself as you get closer, turning the camera on and then coming to a pause in front of the glass doors that have a clear padlock on them

you loop around and try to find 'renjun' - but no one is in sight

secretly a little relieved that you don't have to go inside right away, you try to find a part of the glass structure where you can possibly get a nice shot of some of the butterflies from outside

a lot of the vines and flowers get in the way, so you struggle until finally, you find a spot that's open and peers right into the middle of the enclosed garden

you can see the butterflies, little splashes of colors that fly past you - magnificent oranges, reds, and blues

you admit they're pretty

but they're even prettier because they're not near you

and then something - no someone - comes into your frame

his narrow shoulders are engulfed by an oversized plaid shirt, sleeves rolled up by the elbows.

over the shirt is a gardening apron and on his hands are a pair of worn-out gloves

his profile is hidden by the dark hair that falls in a curtain and ends in a tickle at his jawline.

one, bright streak of bleach blonde runs through the black.

he reaches out to touch a half-bloomed flower and you watch as the butterflies float on by him

you nearly drop the camera when he turns and locks his gaze with your own

is that renjun? if so im going to kill jaemin! he didn't tell me he was so infuriatingly pretty!

without knowing how to talk to him through the glass, and because the words disintegrate in your mouth, you point to the camera

"jaemin's friend?"

oh, you can hear through the glass

"ye-yeah!"

"one second."

the sound of a click and some scuttling turns your attention toward where the door to the garden opens for a swift second, just enough for renjun to step through, before it closes again

probably to make sure none of the butterflies get out

you grip your camera and when renjun doesn't move, you make the small trip over to him

"jaemin said you're here for a project."

renjun speaks and his voice is softer when it isn't muffled through glass

"for my photography class in the fall, my subject is butterflies."

"what kind?"

your eyes get a little wider with confusion

"what kind?" you parrot

renjun's neutral expression doesn't change

"what kind of butterflies? there are over seventeen thousand species of butterflies - we might not have the species you are looking for."

"i-" you stammer, wondering for a split second if renjun is joking around, "there isn't a specific species it's just....all of them?"

renjun tilts his head as if that notion doesn't really make sense to him, but shrugs and turns toward the door again

"im going to open it quickly so just follow me."

you make a sound of agreement, but when renjun pulls the handle and steps inside.....and you can't move.

the door closes behind him with a sound that makes you jump and renjun turns to stare at you through the glass with a furrowed brow

"what are you doing?"

he doesn't bother opening the door again and you shake your head as a shiver runs through your shoulders

"a-actually is it ok if i stay out here?"

"i thought you needed to take photos?"

"i can take them from here - this lens is r-really good."

renjun doesn't seem to be buying your excuse, but he checks his watch and nods, before disappearing back into the middle of the indoor garden

you take a second to try and figure out what happened - am i scared of going inside? is it the butterflies or is it renjun?

you decide it's the butterflies.

renjun's just a boy - you aren't scared of that, but the thought of being somewhere covered with bugs

pretty bugs or not

is kind of ..... scary.

you pick your camera back up and circle back to your original spot

although renjun is nowhere in the focus, you are delighted to see some butterflies have come to nestle among the plants in view

you bring up the camera and take some shots

one butterfly is sitting directly on the leaves - big grayish, blue wings spread open and engulfed in the sunlight that shines through the glass

you zoom in on it, capturing the full expanse of the wings that stand out on the green

you get so invested you hardly notice the door open up again and then a voice speaks from behind your shoulder

"it's a pseudozizeeria maha."

you don't turn around and just stare at the butterfly still

"a wha- what?"

"a pale grass blue. they're native to south asia but are really common here too. they were first discovered by vincenz kollar, an austrian entomologist."

the sentence nearly makes you dizzy, but you thank renjun for the information

not seeing the small shy smile that casts over his lips when you do

you want to turn and show him the shot you took, but he's already stepping past you to the other side of the pavilion

the time sort of slips away from you before you can check it again and you only leave when jaemin comes jogging down from the greenery to whisk you off for lunch

"should we invite ren-"

you start, but jaemin is already twinkling eyes and nonstop talking about all the fun fungi he's spent his day with.

when you're back home you start to look through the photos you took

most of them aren't super great and the shine of the sun reflects on the glass

you know the only way you're going to get a perfect shot (or at least an acceptable one for this dumb summer project) is if you go inside the actual butterfly garden

sighing, you click to the last shot and are surprised to see that in the far left corner you see renjun's hand - gloved and in the palm of it is a small butterfly that has landed just in time for your shutter to go off

the rest of renjun is out of focus so you can't even see his, very pretty, face

isn't it weird, that he can be around them so easily and im so scared?

you zoom in a bit and wonder how nice it would have been to get a clear photo of the moment. that would be something you could definitely submit to your professor.

before any more thoughts of renjun can float through your mind, your phone pings and you look to see jaemin's contact name

did you get your shot? you can come with me on my next shift if you want to take more photos

you type back a reply before you can even think of it in your head

really? then I'll tag along :) want to take some more photos

jaemin confirms and then sends another paragraph talking about mushrooms and leaves and plants

and you giggle because he's funny and passionate, and also

guess i might see renjun again?

it's hotter than you can put into words the next time you show up at the butterfly garden

you're standing outside in the absolute sweltering heat and maybe the thought of possible colder temperatures inside the pavilion are tempting

plus - renjun is in there - he had waved at you when he saw you standing outside again

this time his apron thrown over a short sleeve shirt and some long jeans

he had motioned toward the door but you had just played off that you were ok outside. burning alive or whatever.

you found the same spot as before, wiping the sweat from your forehead before lifting the camera up in hopes of catching a good picture

but all you see through the lens was renjun, who'd taken the time to roll up the sleeves of his shirt and had seemingly abandoned the heavy apron somewhere inside

his longer hair had been clipped back and he was reaching down to heave a bag of soil up and over his shoulder

oh my god. oh my god. oh my god.

you are caught between taking a photo and just aiming your lens somewhere else out of embarrassment

either way, renjun doesn't seem to notice and continues working, saving you from the horror that would be seeing him turn and stare back at you

but this somehow goes on for the entire time you're there

you go to snap a photo, but renjun is somewhere in the frame

it must just be bad luck and timing

but by the time you're sitting at the garden's cafe with jaemin after his shift and you're going through your photos

all of them have renjun in them somehow

"woah i thought your project was butterflies not huang renjun's?"

jaemin jokes, sipping his iced coffee with an overly excited wiggle of his eyebrows

"shuttup - i just....it's because i am taking them from the outside, i need to figure out a way to get inside and just take the photo and be done with it!"

jaemin outstretches his hand

"gimmie your camera, ill go take one"

you snatch the camera off the table and vehemently shake your head

"no. the last time i trusted you with something expensive, you broke it in the first five minutes."

"hey! i thought ipads were waterproof nowadays like technology really hasn't come that far?"

you roll your eyes in response, to which jaemin sticks out his tongue and then claps his hands together in revelation

"why not ask renjun to take the photo?"

"because i don't know him that we-"

with a dismissive wave of his hand jaemin cuts you off

"he's not a stranger - i know him! if i know him, you know him. plus renjun is super careful and responsible - he's my age and ive already heard some of the directors talking about how they'd hire him as more than an intern if he wasn't still in university!"

wow, i mean i always got the impression he was mature, but...

"c'mon, i bet he'll say yes too! he's really nice!"

finally agreeing and promising jaemin you'll ask renjun when you come back to the garden again

you pretend the nervous feeling in your stomach is just because you don't know renjun that well

not because you also happen to think he's breathtaking to look at - and that it's going to be hell trying to explain to someone who knows so much about insects that you're too scared to go inside and take a measly little photo of them

you find yourself at home, with your laptop open, googling species of butterflies because you think you should at least pick one and ask renjun if he can possibly take a photo of that one

maybe your effort will make the conversation easier

maybe he'll like that i know the latin name for a - what was it? gonepteryx cleopatra?

of course, the next time jaemin brings you along - and abandons you with a thumbs up for his mushrooms and fungi - you are frozen still at the entrance of the butterfly garden

like a broken machine - you just re-read the sign over and over again - announcing that the garden will be finally open to the public in a week

and you nearly short circuit when someone clears their throat behind you

turning around, it's of course renjun, and he's giving you a weird look that is already making this whole situation bad

"h-hey renjun-"

"do you want to go inside with me today?"

you swallow and think you should really just suck it up and go inside. the butterflies aren't going to sting, bite, or eat you - but

"a-actually i wanted to ask you does the garden have any.....any um....gonep- um whats the word gonepetry? gonepetri? um-"

without a beat renjun finishes the sentence for you

"gonepteryx cleopatra's? no, those butterflies favor the mediterranean so getting them here is hard."

"right...well actually i was wondering"

renjun blinks

"oh and you can call them cleopatra's if you want. but unfortunately no, i don't have any in the garden."

god ok, how do i pivot this conversation...

"oh that's cute, um actually i also have a question-"

he waits expectingly and for some odd reason as the second's tick by he gets cuter and you get quieter and it is just a huge mess

and you think you should just book it and let renjun think you're a weirdo

when you finally lift up your camera and take a breath

"do you think you could take the photo of a butterfly for me?"

his brown eyes widen

"oh - like the photo for your project?"

"y-yeah. it's just......im really scared to go in there...bugs are not my thing. i know it's pathetic and they're just butterflies but-"

you look down and the sun and renjun's gaze are getting too heavy to handle

"but i just don't know if i can even focus when there are so many flying around....does that make sense?"

the beat of silence that follows is almost miserable but renjun just points behind him and says

"follow me."

the next thing you know you are trying to keep up with him as he walks past the butterfly garden and down a path hugged by greenery

it's way past where you've ever been and you ask renjun where he's going

only for him to insist you hurry up a little bit

before you know it you are both standing in front of a large, open iron gate, and behind it are rows and rows and rows of rose bushes

they range in color and size and the smell that permeates the air is so lovely you suddenly feel like you're in a fairytale

renjun leans closely to inspect a couple and then stops in front of a bush adorned in the brightest pink roses you must have ever seen in your life

"butterflies are attracted to roses, the colors are vibrant and they pollinate them."

"b-butterflies pollinate? like bees?"

renjun laughs, the sound adds to the almost dreamy vibe - with the way it sounds like the lightest piano keys

"yes and look - i can understand that you'd be scared of being inside a place full of butterflies, but here in the rose garden there are only a couple here and there."

he squats down and cups the petals of a flower with such a gentleness

you follow and are surprised to see a butterfly, with bright blue wings, nestled in the center of the rose

renjun flicks his eyes to your camera bag and you immediately understand why he's brought you here

without making too much noise you get your camera out and steady the lens - just one butterfly does not intimidate you like being in a glass, enclosed pavillion full of hundreds

so you can take the photo easily - though just as you click the shutter makes a noise and the butterfly takes off

you pout and look up to see if renjun is startled by the sudden escape of the focus of your photograph

when you gasp and see that another butterfly, this one a bright orange has settled on the tip of renjun's nose

without missing the moment - you raise the camera

and snap another photo, not taking the time to adjust the zoom or anything

just wanting to capture the little miracle

the butterfly seems to recognize renjun's pretty face is not a flower, not that you fault the butterfly for thinking that it was

as it flaps its wings and goes in search of another rose

you brighten up when you look at the preview on your camera

no blur or sun glare! it's a perfect shot!

and you lean close to renjun to show him and he leans in too

and the centimeter distance only dawns on the two of you when you look up and renjun has already turned his attention on you two

a heat spreads up your face, as it does renjun's and you both pull back from the scalding feeling

"i-"

"sorry-"

shooting back up to your feet you kind of wobble in this moment of awkwardness and then renjun asks

"will you use that photo for your project?"

"oh - if you don't want me to i won't, i think i can use the other-"

"you can use it."

he rubs his arm and then locks his gaze back on you

"but does this mean you won't come back to the gardens anymore?"

i guess since my project is done, he's right. i don't have any excuse to come and bother him by loitering around anymore.

you pull your bottom lip between your teeth and give a little shrug

"probably, jaemin's internship ends soon too so-"

"then would you be ok with seeing me- well-"

renjun flusters

which is somehow a shocking different from his usual blank expression of utter handsomeness. the stark difference is loveable and you almost have to stop yourself from falling over.

"well what i mean is would you want to maybe see me - outside of the garden.....like not here but somewhere else?"

"to hangout?"

you grip your camera and renjun half nods, but then you can see he's trying to think of the right word

"yes to hangout and like....but different, like a different kind of hangout."

confusion settles on your face and you are about to ask what he means exactly when someone burst between you two

"there you two are! sorry, was i interrupting renjun asking you on a date?"

jaemin's voice manages to echo even though you're all outside

and you push him playfully as renjun rids himself of jaemin's body weight and huffs

"aren't you supposed to be looking at toadstools are something jaemin?"

"first of all, toadstools are unscientific and not the correct term for a class of mushrooms. so mind your manners, and second - why would i want to miss the exciting moment where you too finally agree to go out!"

you catch renjun's gaze and it's as big and as wide as yours

"w-was that what you were asking, if i would go on a date with you?"

the words shock you ask they spill from your mouth

renjun nods, slowly, and then casts a look at jaemin

"yes. before this one interrupted."

jaemin looks between you two as if he is guilty of nothing

for a second you forget about him and then nod back

"y-yes id love to!"

renjun's face softens and he's about to ask for your number when jaemin claps his hands and the sound probably rattles the earth underneath you three

"amazing! this is truly a moment to remember!"

you and renjun both lurch at him and he laughs as you two tell him to go back to his mushrooms

and yet somehow, you three are all smiles when the day comes to an end because you and renjun have set up a date and jaemin is taking most of the credit for it

that summer, after you send the photo of the butterfly nestled perfectly on the tip of renjun's nose to your professor, is one that stays with you forever

you spend most of it with renjun, whenever he isn't busy with his butterflies, learning more and more about him

the little things like he doesn't like cilantro, he frequently doodles and draws in his free time, and he breaks everything he does down into a meticulous step by step process

you watch in fascination as he organizes his side dishes by the order he eats them, tabs the important dates in his planner, and pins your candid photos in a perfectly straight line above his desk

you know some of his friends call him a stickler, but it's really just another thing you grow to like about him

after all - your birthday gets a special, green tab in his planner. green means extra, extra, extra important

as for the butterfly garden .... you try a couple of times to go in. each time, renjun lists off a million reasons why butterflies are great and docile and not dangerous or scary

but every time you kind of apologize and say you can't do it - which renjun doesn't hark on you for

he just takes your hand and kisses the back of it, asks if you want to go visit jaemin or see the roses again

and as much as you love your friend, there's been too many instances of renjun leaning in to tuck your hair from your face and kiss you, all while jaemin pops up between you two like he's at the movies

and you two have to turn around and shoo him off as he insists he just wants to bear witness to the romance of the century

you and renjun sprawl across his bed, looking up at the ceiling as he finds comfort in counting the stripes on your shirt in silence and you mumble about how the summer is almost over and you won't be able to just be lazy like this with him anymore

the days of doing absolutely nothing

renjun props himself on his elbow and looks at you seriously

"spending time with someone you love isn't doing nothing. it's the act of growing closer."

you almost blurt out that that's the most romantic thing you've ever heard and you are going to cry

but instead, circle your hands around his neck and flip him over to be under you

poor renjun tells his directors he got bit by a species from the culicidae family (mosquito) to try and hide the blotch on his collarbone

and while the directors are impressed with renjun's knowledge of insects, jaemin just gives him the good old finger guns of 'yeah. sure'.

your photograph gets great marks from your professor, who replies to the image with praise about the lightening and angle

and the way you managed to capture both your boyfriend and the butterfly

you read the email to renjun over the phone and can almost hear the blush on him when you say boyfriend

you wonder if the future is going to be as sweet as this summer, can someone like you who is so terrified of the creatures renjun has structured his whole life around, really be the right choice for him

and when you ask renjun this, on the day before your classes officially start in the fall

he says that you don't have to be just like him for him to love you

it's the fact that you're so very you that he feels stronger about this relationship than he has about any other

and who cares that you don't like bugs. it just means that if you live together in the future he can be the one to get the spider under the cup and let it free while you lock yourself in the bathroom out of fear

you giggle at this, your heart beating against your ribs at the thought of a future so domestic with the boy smiling down at you

and the best thing is that future comes to fruition

when a decade later you're waiting for renjun outside of the botanical garden, where he strolls out with his co-worker jaemin whose holding a funny looking pot of yellow-topped mushrooms

"date night for the newlyweds?"

he wiggles his eyebrows the same way he did when you two were in college

you shoo him off with the hand that has your wedding ring on it and you tuck your hand through renjun's

"date night for you and some fungi, jaemin?"

he makes a face at your comment and bounds off in the direction of his car

you look up at renjun who chuckles to himself and pecks your lips in a greeting

"how are the butterflies this year?"

you ask as you two turn to walk down the street

"beautiful - do you think this might be the year you finally visit the garden?"

you scrunch up your nose and mumble that maybe, you'll have to see if after ten years your fear really hasn't gotten any better

he smiles and says you can take your time - ten, twenty, thirty

he'll be by your side when you decide it is time

you stop to look at him - seeing for a moment the flash of the boy with the butterfly on his nose - and smile

"and ill be by your side for anything and everyhing too."

he picks your hand up with his own - your matching rings gleam in the setting sun

"i know, that's why i married you."

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kvngjoong · 4 years

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jisung + nsfw a-z

next is felix!! i forgot about my dissertation so need to work on that, but i’ll try to post it tomorrow, and if not next monday!

A: Aftercare

because han jisung is not only a sub, but a brat, he needs taking care of. he will demand all of your attention on him, so good luck if you wanted to do something else, because jisung is expecting you to take care of him, run him a bath, sit with him, play with his hair (and braid it, hmm?), then help him get to sleep. if you don’t, he will definitely complain about it

B: Body part

although there is a joke he literally loves your chest, he loves your hands more. he likes the way you stroke his skin so softly, he likes how you run your fingers through his hair when he’s in sub space, he especially loves the way that you so perfectly jack him off. for him, he loves his lips the most. he knows the effect he has on you because of them

C: Cum

he cums a lot. like a surprising amount. he enjoys making a show of it and having it all over your sheets, or your hands, so that he can lick it off. also likes having his cum on ur tiddies cause he thinks it looks pretty

D: Dirty Secret

jisung mentioned more than enough times that he wants to video you guys doing something sometime, and he does with your permission this one time. he first off doesn’t admit that he enjoys being a bit of a slut on camera, but it’s pretty easy to see it the next time you watch it and he’s practically got his tongue out and begging for more. second, he doesn't admit how many times he actually got off to that video, and each time you bring it up he’ll get all shy because.. did he just pop a boner?

E: Experience

he knows a damn lot about what he’s doing, but he doesn’t actually have any real experience. probably because he was too busy fantasizing about what could be happening or just he was generally busy. but yeah, he knows what he’s doing and he knows what he wants

F: Favourite Position

literally anything which gives him a chance to touch your tiddies. no joke, he loves it when you ride him, no matter what part of him you’re actually riding. face, cock, thigh… he’s into it (if you’re not wearing a shirt or you’re wearing one of his and it’s kinda see through.. you understand)

G: Goofy

jisung is a brat. do you know what that means? he will make jokes, he will tease you by acting like you’re not affecting him. he generally has a more relaxed approach to nsfw stuff, but he uses it to his advantage too. he’ll get what he wants from you by keeping his happy charm as though he’s completely oblivious to the fact that you're trying to turn him on, or something like that

H: Hair

he’s still pretty young and probably didn’t get the memo to shave anything. but when he gets closer to you he wants to take pride in his appearance and will probably start shaving. not that he has much of it to begin with, he probs doesn’t have much hair altogether anyway

I: Intimacy

he acts like he doesn’t care all that much, but jisung is a sensitive baby and everything means so much to him. especially when he’s laying in your arms afterwards and he looks up to you like you’re his entire world. it’s kinda obvious as well when your sex is a little less kinky and you just wanna show him how much he cares, he will respond the exact same way. but he’s definitely more intimate outside of nsfw stuff

J: Jack Off

He can go all the time, any time. So he jacks off a lot. It may be something that’s hard to control when you first get together because he will be pretty demanding that you help him out each time, but eventually he resorts to just recording it each time so you get to see him jacking off on his own instead

K: Kink

oh hey did someone say the worst power bottom of them all? yeah. he’s a brat, but he knows what he’s doing. he knows what to say to get you riled up, he knows how to move and how to push your buttons. but he likes annoying you because when you get a bit rougher that just takes him to another level. so he’s a masochist too. there’s a whole list of them. he’s a sub. praise kink, teasing, shower sex, practically anywhere sex, he literally is a book of kinks - some of which you might not even know

L: Location

uh.. anywhere. literally. he doesn’t have many boundaries. it doesnt matter that he’s an introvert, all his inhibitions are lost when he’s needy. unless it’s somewhere super public. that isn’t to say he isn’t one to join the mile high club, cause he thinks that would be pretty hot. jisung thinks a lot of things are pretty hot, actually

M: Motivation

he doesn’t need anything other than you. he’ll be talking to you one time and remember when you stuck a butt plug in him and outright say to you what he’s thinking about. he’ll be working on a song and remember when you bit his collar bone a bit harder than usual, then he’ll run out to call you for a little phone conversation whilst he’s in the disabled bathroom (privacy ofc). so his own creeping thoughts

N: NO

he’s not very much into you calling him degrading names. as much as he likes you spanking him, edging him, etc, he gets a bit upset at the sound of you calling him a slut or whore (you get it). he doesn't seem himself that way, because even is he’s practically begging for you to make him cum over and over, he doesn’t do that for anyone else. he does it for you and only you

O: Oral

he gives and he receives. he loves both, no matter what mood he’s in. he loves how you feel when you suck him off and he also loves to show you how much he’s into you and also impress you with his skills. he’ll do it all just to hear you say how good he is. praise kink, anyone?

P: Pace

definitely on the quicker side no matter what he does. no need to ask him to go faster at all

Q: Quickie

a must have with someone like jisung. he’s frequent to a pout and pulling you into a side room because he really wants to show you just how hard he is for you. he doesn’t prefer them, but he definitely likes them

R: Risk

he thrives on the idea of getting caught. jisung is loud, and he most definitely could moan a bit loud so everyone else knows what he’s doing. it doesn’t embarrass him that much, depending on who might actually catch him doing something, but if someone caught him he would definitely get all cocky because hell yeah, you’re dating him

S: Stamina

usually sticks to a maximum of like 2 rounds, but they’re long. he can endure a lot, especially the longer you’ve been together

T: Toy

loves them all, lives for them, will actively look for them to be used on him. doesn’t really use them on you, but is one to sit back and watch you get off with one as he gets himself off, too. mutual masturbation is a good thing for him, providing that you use that toy on him afterwards, too

U: Unfair

as a brat, he is of course unfair. even with you as the dom, no matter what you do, he still has control somewhere because he’s the worst damn tease around. he’ll listen to your rules, he’ll nod as you tell him he can’t cum until you say, and he’ll do it anyway to get punished, but also because he knows it sends you one step closer to hell anyway. so he’s a tease and it’s completely intentional, especially when he says stuff around other people and smiles widely at you because he just kinda hinted at that one time you let him fuck your mouth… okay jisung

V: Volume

jisung is loud. not kind of loud, not a little bit loud, he is the very definition of loud. cover his mouth loud. have to gag him loud (which he likes). you’re gonna find it hard to keep anything a secret from others because jisung literally does not have a filter and if he likes something you’re doing, he’s gonna tell you and everyone within twenty metres. he talks, he whines, he moans, he whimpers… he is loud

W: Wild Card

it’s not often you were his shirts, and jisung has been begging you to just wear one bc he thinks it will be cute. eventually you give into him and you decide to wear one when you get out of the shower one evening, and jisung was really not expecting you to just have his shirt and a thong on, and he practically fell to his knees at the sight. needless to say you were back in the shower twenty minutes later with jisung following close behind

X: X-Ray

he’s a tiny boy, so probably on the smaller side. it would be a bit weird if he was unexpectedly big, but hey, he has other stuff to work with

Y: Yearning

oh, jisung yearns for you a lot. the amount of pictures he sends when he’s meant to be working, the times he’s pulled you into the bathroom and begged you to do something to help him out, it’s easy to see that jisung has an insatiable need that only you can fulfill. have fun!

Z: ZZZ

he has a lot of energy, so he can’t really just sleep afterwards. he’ll not wanna do stuff with you, like go out and explore or something like that, but he’s happy to watch a movie. he loves just being with you, especially when he loses his bratty tones, so honestly after sex he’s so cuddly and cute that you’ll probably stay up for a bit and both fall asleep by accident

#han smut #jisung smut #han reactions #han Jisung scenario #han jisung smut #han jisung scenarios #jisung scenarios #Han Jisung scenarios #stray kids smut #stray kids reaction #stray kids scenario #stray kids imagine #stray kids

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marueonmain · 4 years

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WINDFLOWER

part eight ~ the chance to pipe ~

(part one) (part two) (part three) (part four) (part five) (part six) (part seven) (part eight)

A/N: We are in it now; thank you for sticking around. Messages/Asks are open and greatly appreciated.

Summary: Alex seeks Will’s support and advice for how best to shoot his shot with Y/N. He also takes his first shower in 72 hours.

Pairing: imallexx x reader

Warning: Language.

Word Count: 2.6k

He arrived at Will's apartment, still wearing the mindless grin that Y/N coaxed out of him. Alex walked through the unlocked front door and straight to his friend's bedroom. It was bright, not near as cave-like as his own, and there was the lingering scent of a candle burned recently. Will sat at his desk: a second chair set-up next to him: scrolling through the youtube analytics for his most recent video.

It seemed that CPM was up – good news for the video and its one-million views. Will cleared his throat, causing Alex to freeze just two steps inside. Without lifting his head or dragging his attention from his screen, Will said with a flat and ominous tone, "I warned yous."

"What?"

"About being late." Spinning his chair, Will revealed the blue spray-painted plastic bat sitting in his lap. He kept his stern face for another five seconds before breaking into his usual toothy smile and laugh.

Rather than scrambling together a witty remark in return, Alex chuckled along. To that gag as well as the other usual playful abuse about his laziness and tardiness. Will finished the last one-liner he had prepared in the extra time he was made to wait for Alex to arrive, and his expression faltered. Not that he did not appear cheerful anymore – the smile remained – but it relaxed as a single eyebrow raised.

Will asked, "What's got you all giddy?"

Looking down at his hands, Alex chuckled again, though it sounded more akin to a humorous scoff, and gave no answer. He buried his hands in his pockets and took the seat next to his friend.

"What is it?" Will pestered on. "James Charles unblocked you, did he?"

Alex punched him in the arm as hard as he could (not hard). "Fuck off."

Will rolled his eyes before turning to the camera. He hit record and, putting on his boisterous presentation voice, shouted, "Right! Hello, welcome back to the second channel – welcome back to oddly satisfying. It's been a..."

Top posts for that month included photos of symmetrical flower arrangements, videos of tape-peelings from miniature canvases, woodworking gifs, beautiful block calligraphy, slow-motion capture of a sewing machine, and animation to fulfill the desire to sharpen a pencil to a perfect point every time. Alex gave out ratings of nines and tens like he had a quota to fill. As the video continued, Will argued the scores with him more and more. None so much as he did with the seven Alex gave to a real shit submission of ping-pong trick shots.

It was not an average filming session (unbeknownst to Will); it was a game where with each passing minute, Alex was building up his courage for what he wanted to talk about after the video was over. George had been the one person in the friend group he told about his feelings for Y/N, and that had not gone over well. But Alex thought he might now be able to explain it better – explain himself better – and be supported. Will was, after all, behind the act of snakelike behaviour, a very caring person who had held Alex's hand while he fixed himself several times over.

"What do you give the paw-print painting then, Alex?"

"Hm?" Torn from the bed of his subconscious thoughts into the waking world, Alex darted his eyes to the screen and to the camera. "Uh, ten. Definitely a ten."

"Right. Anyway, we'll end on a good note. Be sure to hit that like button for more reddit videos and go subscribe to Alex's channel—"

"It's really epic!"

"—link will be in the description. And we'll see you guys later!" Will gave a terse salute to the camera and, once the outro was finished, dropped his voice to normal and asked, "Care to do a second one while we're here?"

"Why not?"

Springing from his chair to his feet, Will crossed the bedroom to his cupboard and began to change. Giving the illusion of there being a more significant passage of time between filming. Taking off his beanie revealed his dark unruly hair, which he covered again with his 'crisis actor' hat.

"I was wondering if I could get your advice on something?" Alex began not moving from his seat at the desk. Neither did he turn his attention much from the screen, to give Will some privacy.

"What's that?"

"There's this girl— Well, um, this woman rather, that I am interested in approaching – romantically – and—"

"Why you talking like an android?" Will stripped himself of his black and green shirt. Interestingly enough, the same black and green shirt as Ethan wore when he last had the sidemen member over for a video. "Could you be normal for a minute?"

"I like her. Ok? What now?"

He pulled on a shovel hoodie and grabbing another turned to Alex. Gesturing to the pink zip-up jacket, he asked, "You have a decent shirt under there or want to borrow one of these?"

"I'm fine. But about the girl. Should I even bother?"

"How do you mean? If there's the chance to pipe – you got to take it."

"No. Like if I just end up fucking it up, why—?"

"Stop thinking about the end. We're at the beginning, alright? You're a good-looking lad, even got a decent trim for once in your life." Will ruffled Alex's hair as he returned to the seat beside him. "You're verified. All you got to do is slide into the lass' twitter DMs, and you're in."

"I'm not verified," he said with a bit of a huff. "You're verified."

Will shrugged. Pulling his phone from his pocket to check messages. "Whatever. You ready to record?"

"Not yet. What if she has a boyfriend?"

"Chin him."

"I'm being serious."

"So am I. If there's not a ring and a date...well...it isn't really all that important, is it?" Will scrolled through the next ten posts on r/oddlysatisfying, before changing his mind, scrolling back up, and switching to another subreddit. Adding to his previous comment, "Unless it's Mia we're talking about."

Alex sucked his teeth. "Unfortunately, it is."

"Shut it. I'm having none of that." He pushed Alex's shoulder with one hand and wagged a jokingly accusatory finger. "Let's get back to it."

"Alright. Alright."

Will turned to the camera and, as quickly as he had dropped it, picked up his presentation voice, shouting, "Right! Hello, welcome back to this incredibly ad-friendly youtube channel. Instead of rating sand-cutting and slime, today we're gonna be rating dogs again. So this, welcome to r/aww. There should be some decent content here..."

It was nice sifting through the top posts of the week: a golden retriever taking care of baby bunnies, deer fawns sleeping under lawn furniture, an albino skunk, and a lot more ducklings and birds in general than Alex remembered being popular on the subreddit. Their last filming was full of constant challenges and debates, but when Alex gave nine and ten ratings for animals Will agreed whole-heartedly – save for a single dispute over a cat picture. It was cute; Will just was not terribly fond of cats.

Alex simultaneously commentated for the video and pondered – now that he had his friend's blessing – how best to shoot his shot with Y/N. He beamed with excitement and energy, and the evidence was in the light blush of his cheeks. It was not soft happiness like he felt when sitting on the rooftop of his apartment building, with a sausage roll in his stomach and a decent buzz. It was sharp happiness like the entire world had been dragged into photoshop and had the contrast shot right up to one hundred. All the dust from the corners of his mind was gathered, swept up, dumped in a bin, and set ablaze.

Before Alex could think of anything, it was the end of the video.

"Thank you very much for watching! Hope you enjoyed. Check-out Alex's channel and the WillNE main channel, links in the description, and we'll see you guys later." Will stopped the recording, dropped the act, and pulled out his phone again. There were dozens of messages; his fingers flew across the keyboard, shooting off response after response. "Thanks for helping out the cause."

Alex returned Will's fist-bump. He stood from his chair just to walk the single step and sit on the edge of Will's bed. Any distance would do in helping him ease into the details of his situation; after all, it was not just any woman that he was after.

He started, attempting to sound casual, as if the topic was organic, "What do you think about Re—?"

"Red and Sammy?" Will asked distractedly. Believing he had finished the question how Alex meant to, he took it upon himself to answer it as well, "Haven't met Red to be fair, but Sammy is a solid bloke."

"You think?"

"Yeah, Gee wanted to rearrange some furniture, and Josh and I were useless. I rang Sammy, he came round, practically moved everything himself – even brought beers. You did well good picking him, Lex."

At what was likely intended to be a genuine compliment, Alex felt himself shifting a single step closer to his internal self-destruct button. Of course, Alex knew. He knew that it was not healthy for his mind or mood to be so fragile or rather so easily swayed, but there he was – fuming with misplaced anger.

How could he tell Will? How could he explain he wanted a chance with one of their mates’ girlfriends without coming off as a bad person? Was he a bad person?

Did he care? When he came into the world running a race where he was made to wear sandals while everyone else got trainers. Alex stood from the bed and readied to leave.

Attempting to lighten the mood despite likely not knowing why it dimmed, Will added, standing to throw an arm around Alex's shoulders, "And who said you have no friends?"

"You do."

Will chuckled. "Huh, I must be dead smart me."

"Alright, well..." He intentionally trailed off, ducking from under his friend's arm.

"Are you off?"

"Yeah, I'll sees you later." Alex left the bedroom with quicker and heavier steps than was his usual gait; the difference, however, was not enough for someone outside himself to notice. It was frustration. It was: a set jaw. : an unnatural heat rising from his core to all his extremities. : and a mouth pinched smaller than what seems humanely possible.

If he were a 2D cartoon character, as comments under all his videos would suggest, his irises would be redrawn in the shape of flames. Steam might have even come from his ears.

George likes Sammy. Will likes Sammy. James (or at least drunk James who met him) likes Sammy.

And Alex wanted to steal his girlfriend. Fuck.

He raced through the flat to the front door; just through the threshold and into the hall, he stopped. Waiting to hear the latch bolt behind him. Like the clap of a hypnotherapist bringing their patient back from a breakthrough session – the sound drained him of his anger.

It was not helpful to him to be angry at the situation: angry with himself.

Alex walked the hall to the lift and stepped in. During his descent, he looked at the warped reflection of himself in the metal doors: the prickle of hair on his upper lip, the trim which was different but somehow identical to all his previous, a picture in pink – and also red.

It was the reflection of a man. Despite how his followers portrayed him in collages and fanfics, he was an adult man. Confronting that distorted image altered his perception: what he knew himself to look like: his conscious image.

How interesting he must look in the strange light of an average person's perception. How confused. How tired.

DING of the sliding doors opening, ripped his warped reflection in half. Alex exited half-expecting for Y/N to be there on the other side, considering she was everywhere recently. Luckily, she was not. But that fleeting thought of Y/N snowballed as he walked the hall to his apartment. Outside the door, he stopped and stood Blair Witch style facing it but not moving to unlock it or get the key from his pocket just yet.

Y/N. Alex thought of Y/N. Thought of first meeting her with her cute ears and flushed face. How she doted on Sammy. Thought of speaking with her in the foyer with her calm aurora and chin-hugging top. How he wanted nothing more than to be cute with her – for them to have a song.

Thought of when she was making waffles with shaking hands and a little wrinkle between her eyebrows. How she dodged his questions. Thought of ~the dream~ and how different he would act if it were real.

He rummaged through his pockets to find his key. When he did, he shoved it in and pulled it out the lock with an equal amount of unnecessary force.

It was late.

Alex had been awake over twenty-four hours, and he wanted – needed – he just needed it to stop. Unable to handle consciousness much longer, he dragged his feet along the straight shot to his bedroom. And into his bathroom.

Not particularly a nighttime shower type of person, Nor a morning shower type of person, Alex was more a when-I-want-to-or-remember-to-shower type of person.

During slight depressive slumps, however, the more accurate category for him would be a once-the-grease-starts-to-drip-off-my-hair-that-is-when-I-will-shower type of person.

Stepping under the showerhead, the warm water wrapped around him. Pelted down on the pale skin of his shoulders and back, relaxing the muscles there. Slender fingers racked shampoo through his tangled hair: it smelled like almonds. Like artificial almonds designed by chemists who had never seen or smelt an almond before. It was nice.

He ducked his head to rinse out the suds and lost his balance, falling forward a bit. Catching himself with his hands on the wall in front of him; it jolted him out from under his somnambulism spell.

Hopping out of the shower, he dried off and wrapped his single towel around his waist. There in the mirror above the sink were those little prickles of a moustache. Alex stepped up, took his razor in his right hand, grabbed the shaving foam off the counter with the left, and looked to his right again to find he had dropped the razor in the sink. His brain was too exhausted to focus on more than one thought – more than one task at a time.

With less than six flicks of the wrist, his upper lip was clean-shaven, and he was trudging along to his bedroom. Alex let his towel drop to the floor; he tugged on a clean pair of pajama bottoms and pitched himself from the other side of the room onto his bed.

"Ow," he muttered to his aching bones. Alex closed his eyes, and for the first time since ~the dream~ appreciated the contemplative silence of his bedroom – and of his head.

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hyungsnkisses · 5 years

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Dating Min Yoongi

( ~ o l d r e q u e s t ~ )

♡ contains fluff and a small amount of smut, viewer discretion is advised

yoongi would be such a low maintenance boyfriend

he’d never expect anything from you except your love

and lord knows he has a lot of love to give

all this about yoongi being aloof and not interested is a load of horseshit

he is a clingy and whiny boyfriend periodt

you’d meet in the late night convenience store where you worked part time

you spent your evening shifts studying for college because evenings were usually pretty quiet

at around 1am on a wednesday evening the doorbell chimes and you look up from your books to welcome whomever had entered the store

you look up to see a slim figure in an oversized black hoodie wrestling with packets in the ‘to-go’ section

the hooded guy throws a bunch of coins on the counter in front of you and rushes back out

it happens like clockwork the same time each week

one week he comes in an awful lot calmer and wearing a fitted shirt instead of his usual comfortable clothing

he still grabs the same cup noodles and health drink

“you’re an awful lot calmer today than you usually are”

“i’m sorry?”

“well, i- usually you just throw some coins and me and run away”

“oh, i’m sorry my first impression is that... i’ve been really busy lately”

“it’s no bother, it’s just nice to see you more calm”

he grins over the top of his mask and you catch a glimpse of his cute gummy smile

your heart beats a little quicker

he continues coming into the store and begins buying two of everything and offering it to you

you’d sit with him at one of the table next to the counter

he offered to help you with your studies on your days off and after exchanging numbers he invited you into his studio

he’d test you until you looked tired

one study session he didn’t know what came over him but he had to know what his pout felt like against yours

before you knew it you were sat on his lap in the middle of a steamy make out

it got the awkwardness of first dates out of the way though

the first thing yoongi did as your official boyfriend is make you quick your god awful job

because it wasn’t healthy for you to be studying all day and working all night

you opted for a quiet coffee house job about a mile away from your dorm

it also gave yoongi an excuse to come and visit you at work for coffee

maybe sneak a kiss if he was lucky

you’d be in his studio most days if you didn’t have classes

just his presence quietly tapping away at the computer was enough to relax you

you have to baby him quite a lot

“yoongs, it’s late time to go home”

“i just need to finish this”

“no you don’t, you can do it in the morning, baby”

“but-”

“no buts, let’s get some dinner”

he’s be mr grumpy pants but he knew it was out of affection

you’d end up at his favourite lamb skewer restaurant

he wouldn’t let your hand go throughout the meal

he loves skinship so much

nothing major but yoongi loves having your tiny hand in his huge shovels

even if they’re calloused from the amount of times you burned yourself at work

he especially loves stroking his palm on your cheek before he kisses you

he enjoys watching the little blush that rises on your cheek

on days off he’d just want to cuddle you and be with you

you’d be in lounge wear just led watching movies together

yoongi would always want you to lay on top of him so he can draw patterns on your back

he’d definitely be planting kisses on your cheek every 30 seconds

“babe stop”

“stop what?”

“kissing me, it tickles”

“... you want me to stop?”

“well, no... but i can’t concentrate on the movie”

“good”

but like if you wanted to go somewhere on a mutual day off he isn’t opposed

but he isn’t gonna cover up when in public because he wants you to be able to see him

he knows being an idol is incredibly frustrating but he wants a normal relationship

and you didn’t mind stopping if a fan wanted a picture

you’d go to the zoo specifically because he knows you love giraffes

or to the theme park despite his hatred for big rides

he’s always doing things because he knows you like them

he just wants to see you happy

he’d take lots of photos of you on his big camera as well

“baby smile”

“not another one, yoongs”

“i need more for my collection”

he just needs enough photos so he doesn’t miss you so much when he goes on tour

you both know it’s inevitable but you don’t talk about it

until the day comes

and he goes to america

and you miss him terribly one night

you’ll phone him sobbing

“it hurts, yoongi”

“i know, baby, i know...”

“how much longer?”

“only 8 days, it hurts me too... i miss you so much”

he surprises you the day he comes back with a massive bunch of roses

you don’t stop cuddling for a solid 3 hours

yoongi isn’t one to say i love you in the conventional sense

his ‘i love you’s are more ‘get home safe’ and ‘did you eat today?’

but the day he does say it doesn’t come as a surprise to you

because you know he’s loved you for a long time

it would probably be the morning after your first time being intimate

you’d be lying in his bed completely naked just enjoying each other’s warmth

your body would still be engulfed in his embrace

you’d breathe in the fragrance left on his neck from yesterday and press a kiss to his collarbone

“mm morning gorgeous”

“morning~”

“did you sleep well?”

“very much... do you want me to make you breakfast, yoongs?”

“yes please, i love you”

he wouldn’t let you leave after some kissing though

while being with yoongles is a breeze, he gets jealous really easily

don’t be spending too much time with hoseok or he will throw hands

“hoseok, do you want to eat- oh! Y/N, i didn’t know you were here”

“hi yoongs, hobi just needed my help with something”

“h-hobi?”

“yeah...?”

“right”

he’d stomp off into his genius lab and lock the door

but that is voided because you know the code to his door

he’d go really small and quiet when he told you he didn’t like it when you hung out with the other members

he would only forgive you if you bought him shaved ice and cuddled for a while

you literally can’t say no to his pouty face

he just loves you so much like he wants to spend his entire existence with you

he’s so lucky to have you

sometimes yoongi likes cute and cuddly sex

and sometimes he likes passionate and steamy sex

he likes to worship your body like it’s the most beautiful thing he has ever seen

definitely likes to get you off before even thinking about himself

his hips can snap extremely deep and fast so you might need to prepare yourself for that

if he’s feeling really hot he might mix it up with some toys and stuff

cuddly sex would normally be if he woke up with a surprise in the morning

he’d be all blushy and cute

you’d be so close as you sat on his lap and gently rode him

gummy smiles everywhere

loves to have a shower with you post-sex and dress you up in soft and warm pyjamas

although you need to take care of him as much as he takes care of you

i mean it’s only fair

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softstraykidsimagines · 5 years

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Boyfriend!Hyunjin

A/N: SHE PROTECC

SHE ATTACC

BUT MOST IMPORTANTLY

SHE BACC

HI GUYS!!! I’m so happy to be posting again i cry :,) i hope you enjoy!!!! i;ll be updating as much as i can without rushing too much :D

MASTERLIST

Prepare your wigs peeps

This is gonna make me swerve

I mean

cmon it’s Hyunjin

Let’s do this!

Prince Hyunjin

Is actually smooth af with his crush

He'll complement you whenever he gets the chance

Or gives you food

Basically your knight in shining armor

Ye, that’s not what actually happens

He's smiling like an idiot and about collapse when he’s with you because HE'S FREAKING OUT OK

So freaking nervous his heartbeat is always up when he’s with you

You sometimes think he’s about to have a heart attack and you’re not stupid you know why lmao

Same for when he confesses

At first he’s pretty calm about it

Just casually asked if you wanted to see a movie with him some time

“Like... a-as more than friends?”

You'd kinda expected it so you weren't too shocked when he asked you

So you said yes

Duh

And he does a double take

"Wait.... Are you serious? You want to?"

"Well yeah?"

"WHAT WHY"

Was good with flirting but didn't actually think you'd go out with him smh

Now every minute he just contemplates the fact that he has you

And he still can't believe it

Like shit dude

He’s with the y/n

You never feel unloved when you're with him

He loves going for long walks, just to talk and relax

Why does it sound like he's a dog here lmao

Will always take as many pictures of you as his phone storage will allow, his camera roll is stuffed with pics of you

Will insist on going to the park for a picnic, he just loves you and the sunshine

He loves to quietly slide your hand into his

But he always ends up giggling because he’s so giddy about being with you

Has to take a moment to charge up his courage before giving you a quick kiss on the cheek

He then goes an unreal shade of scarlet as he covers his face, muttering that he ‘can’t believe that he actually did it’!

It takes him a while to finally gather up the courage to properly kiss you

Like.... a very long time

You were starting to get worried that he didn’t actually like you

Maybe he was just too nervous to tell you that it wasn’t working for him

buT NOPE

On one certain date, Hyunjin had prepared a cute little dinner on the practice room floor

He was so apologetic about the poor setting, but finally had stopped saying sorry when you’d told him for the 2376129th time that you were having fun

At some point, he just went uber silent, watching you not in a creepy way

You eventually noticed, and just stared back

“What?”

He didn’t say anything, but his eyes did widen a wee bit

“What are you lookin at, you’re sorta scaring m-”

He cut you off and just kissed you

BOI YOU WERE SO SHOCKED

Afterwards you both just stared at each other

And then Hyunjin goes all red

“I’m sorry I didn’t mean to do that I’m sorry that was stupid you can slap me if you want!!!!”

“Bruh why would I want to slap you?!”

“You don’t hate me?”

facepalms for days

You meet the other boys only a few minutes later

Go figure

You’re talking casually, the embarrassment from the kiss wearing off

They all come stampeding into the practice room making an ungodly racket

And all go quiet when they realize what they’ve done

Changbin, bless him, tries to reduce the awful level of awkwardness: “*cough* uh hey, Hyunjin.... This must be y/n right?” He waves at you. “We’ve heard a lot about you, Hyunjin never stops talking about you”

He misses the death glare Hyunjin shoots him

Then Jisung

Freakin Jisung, man

Waltzes up: “Hyunjin’s cheeks are really pink”. He gives a cheeky smile. “You didn’t kiss did you?”

The room goes as quiet as a tomb

“OH SHIT YOU DIDN’T ACTUALLY KISS DID YOU????”

Of course Hyunjin completely loses his shit at the sight of you turning a deep red. “GODDAMMIT JISUNG STFU”

Ye your first meeting with SKZ wasn’t the best

But you all bonded rather quickly after

And Jisung buys you little snacks sometimes as an apology for your first awkward meeting

OH GOD THE BOYS ADORE YOU

If you’re ever sick, they always get snacks for Hyunjin to give you

And if you’re really under the weather, they’ll cover for Hyunjin so that he can stay with you and take care of you.

He wraps you in blankets

YOU ARE NOW A BURRITO

And tries to make soup for you

We know what cooking!Hyunjin leads to

You’re chilling on the couch and you suddenly hear a high-pitched scream

You’re up and sprinting to the kitchen at the speed of light still wrapped in a burrito

To find him fanning at a smoking pot

“WHAT THE FUCK HYUNJIN YOU JUST NEED TO HEAT IT UP HOW DID YOU START A MINI FIRE?”

You’re home doesn’t burn down thank goodness

And you end up heating some soup for yourself while Hyunjin watches

And it’s! hilarious! when he’s sick!

He becomes a little ten-year-old istg

But in a really cute way

He doesn’t ask for anything: food, to watch TV etc

Nah he just wants cuddles

The whole damn day

So while you’re struggling to keep a mask on and not getting sneezed on, this idiot is smiling like a puppy if puppies could smile, clinging onto you like a love-filled leach did that sound weird? i think that sounded really weird

i want this tattooed on my face thx

Now idk what this dude is afraid of

Something tells me one big fear would be to lose Stray Kids and the people he loves

And so I think he’d get kinda nervous when you both see less of each other and when he gets busier

You can’t talk as much because of his crazy schedule and with lack of sleep, he starts getting more irritated easier during the little intervals of time you get to see each other

At some point he might snap at you, maybe for no reason at all, and you’ll snap back indignantly

Yeah you love him but you’re not taking any attitude

If things get really bad, he just shakes his head, saying he needs some air

You’ll both give yourselves some space, but eventually Hyunjin becomes terrified that you’re too angry with him to talk again

So he goes to find you and talk

You both hug it out and decide to spent the rest of the day together for more quality time

And it’s totally worth Hyunjin getting an earful from Chan the next day

OK back to fluff quickly quickly

On the days Hyunjin goes somewhere, you sometimes join him in the car ride, tho you’re always super careful to never show your face when he gets out

Gotta stay hidden yknow?

You’ll both send cute little texts throughout the day and OOF just couple goals

You: hey check this out, this is me 2 u *sends heart meme*

Jiiniie<3: oh yeah? well this is me @ u! *sends heart meme with more hearts*

You: boi dont start smth u cant win!

And thus begins the heart meme wars

r they even called heart memes idk

i want this tattooed on my face pt2

We’ve already established that Hyunjin can’t cook for love or money

So if he even steps foot in the dorms’ kitchen

You bet that at least two other of his hyungs will follow for pure supervision

And he is not, under any circumstances, allowed to cook something by himself

And you’re grateful that your safety and world peace had been assured by this rule

Although, you’re allowed to cook together as long as you watch what he’s doing

If anything at all goes wrong, the blame is pinned on you

So it’s natural for you to treat these cooking projects as once-in-a-while occasions

Now when you ask about meeting his parents

Holy Hell

Stutters, clammy hands, flitting eyes, you name it

Hyunjin is so frickin nervous about you meeting his parents oof

You don’t understand why, like hey, how bad could it be right?

But pretty soon you get why Jinnie was nervous

His parents aren’t that trusting within the first hour of knowing you

You guess it might be because of poor past experiences?

Maybe Hyunjin had been judged or dated once too many times just for his looks?

The thought is enough to make you swear by all you know to always treat him like a treasure

You also make a mental note to ask him sometime

Eventually, his parents realize you have pure intentions and they become so much kinder and warmer

They let you know how welcome you are to visit whenever you want, they offer to send you off with some homemade cookies...

And Hyunjin gets so emotional at the beautiful site in front of him that he bursts into tears

Which causes you and his parents to tease and hug him

if you’re thick, let’s just be clear that im making a statement on how you should NOT judge Jinnie purely because he’s good looking, appreciate his talent!

Now, Hyunjin is kinda tall compared to the rest of SKZ hah im joking of course so it’s pure instinct to want to steal his shirts

Don’t lie, if you had the chance, you would take something i see right thru u

And at some point in your life, you stop realizing ‘hey, this isn’t my jumper!’ and just walk around in clothes that aren’t yours

And when this happens, three things follow:

You see a wild Hyunjin crashing through the apartment towards you, yelling happily that ‘that’s my favorite hoodie!!’ he tries to act like he’s angry and fails in 0.0000003 sec

He doesn’t slow down and freakin slams into you at full velocity, knocking you over or off anything you might be sitting on

He proceeds to tickle you mercilessly, until you either can’t breath and turn purple or until you commit an extreme act of violence in the name of self defense

Once this chaotic episode ends, most of the time with both of you are completely knackered and just lying on the floor

You both cool off by just cuddling and watching something on TV

Or reading something together!!!

I can totally see Hyunjin shoving one of his fav books in your face and insisting that you both take turns in reading aloud to each other

And you both react at the same time to shockers in the book, like you start crying together when a character dies who hasn’t had that traumatic experience or you both squeal with joy and hug each other tighter when something great happens

Did I just turn into a puddle of happy goo?

Yes I fuckin did.

I think Hyunjin wouldn’t take that long to tell you that he loves you

That doesn’t mean that he planned anything tho

HAH! Course he didn’t

Probs says it when he can barely think straight

Maybe you’re watching him dance late at night

You’d brought snacks to keep him going ‘cause he was working his ass off

And there you sit, marveling at his skill and fluidity while executing his choreo

You have a talent for hyping Hyunjin up while he dances, cheering when he leaps high into the air, gasping when he performs a complicated move, and aw-ing and his graceful poses ok im done now

When he finishes one of his more dramatic dances, you jump up with glee and tackle him in a hug despite him being sweaty, saying how proud you are

He hugs you back happily and says:

“I should be the proud one, having someone I love so much being so supportive of me”.

You both freeze, still hugging each other

And neither of you move or breathe for a moment

“What did you say?”

“UhhhHHHH NOTHING I SAID NOTHING”

“You said that you love me!”

“WAT NO I DIDN’T I-”

“HYUNJIN I LOVE YOU TOO!!!!”

“N- wait what?”

“I love you, dumbass” same tho

Oof that poor practice room has seen a lot of awkwardness

I’m cracking up just by thinking of how hopeless Hyunjin could become when SKZ are away

“Hey do you guys have a signal and/or data? I wanna Skype y/n and show them the beautiful view”.

*all of SKZ facepalms*

Always taking pictures to show you

In the evenings, you get a frickin cascade of notifications of both photos and messages from the poor boy telling you he misses you like crazy

When Skyping, he asks to see Khami, who you have the pleasure of caring for during his absence

You do question (mentally and then verbally) whether he calls to talk to you or his dog

He never answers the question heh

There’s lowkey a competition between you and Khami for Hyunjin’s affection

When the boys make their flight home, Hyunjin keeps you informed about everything that’s happening

I mean everything:

Jiiniie<3: we’re @ the airport :D -6h ago

Jiiniie<3: waiting to board! -5h ago

Jiiniie<3: they’re getting ready to go, i can’t wait to see you!! xxx -5h ago

Jiiniie<3: will text you when we arrive, love! -5h ago

Jiiniie<3: JUST LANDED! CANT WAIT TO HUG U -31mins ago

Jiiniie<3: about to get our luggage! -Just now

You get the point -_-

When you finally see each other, he runs at top speed to pick you up and spins you around

frickin goals man i feel so sad writing this :,)

He goes public in probably the most aesthetic way that’s physically possible

He posts a bunch of gorgeous photos-

Courtesy of Jisung

-of your silhouettes in front of sunsets

-Pics he took of you laughing during a cafe trip

-Bomb-ass selcas where you’re both lookin hella fine

Just

UGGHHH

SO! AESTHETIC!!!

Naturally, the internet freaks the fuck out

Both of you are kinda nervous about the explosive reaction

There are salty bitches who are telling you to piss off because they jelly

But the huge majority of Stay are crying with happiness and wishing you both well

this better happen in the future im watching all of u

And soon Hyunjin is talking about you on vLives, proud af because y/n freakin rules!

OhmyGod I love Hyunjin

Damn my heart be like < HYUNJIN 3 phew

#hyunjin #hwang hyunjin #hwang hyunjin imagines #stay don't stray #stray kids #stray kids hyunjin #scenario #kpop scenarios #kpop scenario #hyunjin scenario #imagine #imagines #kpop imagines #boyfriend #kpop au

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Dreams Passing By - reddie - anti soulmate au part four

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summary: Richie and Eddie tackle road trips, viral videos, marriage, and the future.

“There is no end to the adventures we can have

if only we seek them with our eyes open.”

—Jawaharlal Nehru

It’s raining as they leave Washington and enter Idaho, the sky a purplish sort of grey. Richie is humming along to the beat of the rain against the windows, strumming his ukulele with his feet up on the dashboard and head tipped back to the roof of the car.

Even though it’s raining, Richie pesters Eddie to pull over next to the WELCOME TO IDAHO sign. It’s bright blue and stands out amongst the plains; tall grass in varying shades of yellow and green that go up to Richie’s knees when he steps out of the passenger door.

“Make it quick,” Eddie shouts over the wind, which has begun to pick up. The grass is up to Eddie’s waist, and he feels as if it’s about to swallow him whole. The dirt underneath his shoes feels wet and loose, very distinctly different from the firm streets of Seattle.

Richie hands Eddie the camera as he steps up to the sign. His wild black hair is blowing in every direction and his glasses are foggy, but Richie slaps on a smile and throws up a peace sign.

A click, a shutter, and a flash, then the whirring of the camera printing the little white slip. Eddie hurries back into the car to let the photo develop as Richie hovers around the sign with the camera that has just been handed to him, ignoring the rain.

The car is still warm when Eddie slips into the driver's seat.

Eddie has always liked cars. He liked the simple intricacies of them. He liked opening up the hood and being able to dig through machinery and wires to find the problem, cutting a wire here, or pressing a button there.

Replacing the part altogether.

He looks up as Richie opens the door and plops back into the seat, wetter than Eddie is. His hair has been slicked back with the rain, and his glasses placed on the top of his head as he holds another slowly developing photo in his hand.

Before Eddie can say anything, Richie is placing a messy kiss right on Eddie’s mouth. He tastes like rainwater and cinnamon gum and a little like the joint that he smoked before they left.

They kiss for a little while, uncomfortable as they stretch over the gap between their seats to focus solely on each other. Eddie likes kissing, he had come to find. Or maybe he just likes Richie.

Once they split and Eddie is pulling back onto the road, Richie grabs Eddie’s photo from the dashboard and holds it up next to the one that Eddie took.

Richie’s picture is still fading into full technicolor, but even faded Eddie can tell what it is. R + E is written in black sharpie on the bright blue sign, cementing that they had been there.

“Cute,” Eddie says, even though he means, permanent.

They pin both of the photos to the felt ceiling of Eddie’s car.

“One state down,” says Richie, reaching around the seats to grab his ukulele from the back.

Only thirteen more until Maine.

Trashmouth is traveling @richietoziersings

bye washington!! look how enthused spaghetti is instagram.com/p/hg70GG3s...

Trashmouth is traveling @richietoziersings

hey @bevmashanscom please take care of our kitties

Trashmouth is traveling @richietoziersings

hey @benhanscomarch please don’t let bev forget to take care of our kitties

They end their first day in the middle of Montana, two more photos added to the ceiling of the car. This time of Eddie and the sign, and the second of another R + E that Richie has scribbled.

Their only options are hotels that are too expensive or run down motels, where Eddie doesn’t trust the blankets. They find a mostly vacant rest area to park in, the only other sign of life being several trucks across the lot. They brush their teeth in the bathrooms and study the maps that are hanging on the walls. Eddie resists the urge to buy a coffee from the vending machine.

Instead they retreat to the back of the car, where Eddie has removed the back seats and shoved in Richie’s old mattress, covered in all of the pillows and blankets from their apartment. They both take a melatonin, in an effort to be well rested for the drive in the morning, and Richie swallows down the pills that he’s been taking for the last year and a half or so.

“I’m proud of you,” Eddie says as Richie swallows the last of many and crawls under the blankets, close to Eddie, even though there’s still a bit of room on the other side of the makeshift bed. There have been days where they had to fight and yell to get Richie to take his medication. Days where Richie was too sad to get out of bed but didn’t want to close his eyes because there were no Dreams waiting for him.

When Richie doesn’t answer, Eddie pulls Richie closer. Wraps both of his arms around his head and intertwines their legs together. Into Richie’s hair, Eddie’s breath steadies and slows until he is asleep. A minute later, Richie’s tight grip on Eddie’s hips loosen as he follows suit.

Eddie stirs out of sleep sometime well into the night, only being disturbed by the sound of a car passing by their end of the lot. It takes a moment for him to remember where he is. No Thor at his feet, or busy city sounds outside their window. His pillow feels more like an arm than a pillow.

He tilts his head to the side. It is, in fact, Richie’s arm.

The Hello Kitty watch on Richie’s wrist, which is just barely visible from Eddie’s position on his arm, displays the time as 3:47 AM , which then blinks into 3:48 AM after a moment.

The streetlight nearby streams in through the back widow, and Eddie takes a moment to ponder the idea of curtains for their makeshift home. Then, he rolls back on his side and wraps himself back around Richie, whose eyes remain closed and his breaths stay even.

Richie is casted in an eerie sort of glow from the streetlight, his face soft and open with sleep. The light highlights his freckles and moles, and leaves a shadow across the bump on his nose. Without glasses Richie doesn’t look much like himself, his eyes not magnified and his eyebrows pulled in to a slight frown.

Eddie presses his mouth to the corner of Richie’s mouth, then to his jaw, nose, cheek, eyelids, and stops at the side of his head. The kisses are soft and barely there, just enough to ground Eddie.

He’s not Dreaming, despite the tickle at the back of his neck and the butterflies in his stomach.

Maybe I am, Eddie thinks as he drifts off again. It’s not like I would know.

It’s a fifteen hour drive from their spot in Montana to their next stop in Wisconsin. Richie poses with the North Dakota sign, pointing at the words that say LEGENDARY and his other hand pointing at himself. The Minnesota sign is big and made out of stone, and busy with tourists, so they get a picture together when an eldery Chinese woman offers to take it for them. Richie holds Eddie up like a bride, and Eddie tosses his head back towards the sun, warm on his face.

Trashmouth is traveling @richietoziersings

i recorded this little song on my phone while we were driving through wisconsin

enjoy xo https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YLKPgbcYQ_g

[VIDEO DESC. - “A TRAVEL SONG - RICHIE TOZIER”

Richie Tozier sits in the passenger seat of a moving car, his ukulele in his hands and a notebook on his lap, Eddie Kaspbrak next to him behind the wheel. Just behind them is their messy little nest, just piles of blankets and pillows on top of each other, as well as their photos pinned to the ceiling. From the way the camera shakes and the rumble of the road causes a slight buzzing sound, it is clear that the phone is precariously balanced on the dashboard.

“You ready?” asks Richie, turning his head towards Eddie.

Eddie responds by turning on his blinker and switching lanes.

Richie turns to the camera and grins, then starts playing his song.]

I awoke to trees passing by at the speed of 65

It took a while to realize where I had spent the night

Through sunlight squint my eyes, so see you by my side

Just sit back and enjoy the ride

[chorus]

I don’t need a bed,

no I’m not tired yet,

so go full speed ahead

We’ll end up where we get,

and as we bid adieu

to the towns that we’re passing through,

I don’t care where we’re headed to,

I will go anywhere with you.

Looking down as we fly through the night over the Seattle skyline

It all looks different from this height, a city simplified

Every home a tiny light with a family inside

So we wave goodbye to mine

[chorus]

And the bags stay packed for weeks at a time even though I been back

I leave them cause I don’t know when I’ll be taking off again

[chorus]

-- I Will Go Anywhere With You, Richie Tozier

[Richie and Eddie sneak glances at each other and make funny faces throughout the whole video.

When Richie finishes, Eddie says warmly, “It was okay.”

As Richie reaches forward to stop the recording, he says, “one take baby!”

END OF VIDEO DESC.]

The sky is scattered with stars as they enter Wisconsin. They’re later than they intended.

“I was hoping to check into a motel tonight,” Eddie groans as he pulls to the side of the road. Richie just claps his hands together.

“I like spending the night in Lucielle.” There’s a thump as Richie removes his feet from the dashboard and pats the dust he left behind from his sneakers lovingly. “Ain’t that right baby?”

Eddie honks the horn, startling Richie. That sends both of them into fits of laughter, the kind where you quickly forget what you were laughing about and instead just hone in on the feeling of being blissfully happy.

It’s Eddie’s turn to pose with the giant wooden “Wisconsin Welcomes You!” sign. In careful, practiced handwriting, Richie writes NO SLEEP/NO DREAMS, R+E.

Eddie looks over his shoulder. “I forget we don’t share them. Sometimes,” he adds quickly.

Richie doesn’t hesitate to pull Eddie into his arms, lifting him up off the ground and spinning him underneath the stars. Into the smooth skin of Eddie’s cheek, Richie says, “life’s a dream with you,” and it only sounds a little bit like a cheesy song lyric.

As they walk back to the car, photos in hand, Richie bumps Eddie’s shoulder lightly with his fist. “Seriously, Spaghetti.”

“What?”

“Imagine if we had the Dreams.”

Eddie stops abruptly and trips over himself, but Richie catches his wrist at the last second. He manages to collect himself, his heart beating fast and the doctor in his brain overanalyzing Richie’s words.

“I don’t know what you mean.” They’ve never really spoken about the Dreams, not so candidly. The absence of the Dreams in Eddie and the gaping, barely scabbed over wound that the Dreams had left in Richie made the topic easy to skirt over.

Richie’s hand is still on Eddie’s wrist. He’s certain that the other man can feel his heartbeat beneath his fingers.

Soulmates was more of an open topic between them. It was easy to slip into their own definition. They’re young, in love, and are soulmates. The Dreams were an entirely different subject.

“I can’t imagine you being able to put up with me while awake and asleep,” Richie says, popping the uncomfortable bubble that had shot up around Eddie.

“You underestimate me.”

“I’m just saying,” Richie begins, finally letting go of Eddie after a calculated squeeze and moving to climb into the back of the car, ready to begin pinning the photos up. “You go to sleep, and bam! I’m there, ready to be just as annoying as I was before you even fell asleep.”

Eddie climbs back into the front seat and gets them back on the highway, keeping an eye out for a rest stop. “You underestimate me, Trashmouth.”

A sneaker is tossed into the front seat, followed by a second one. Eddie wouldn’t be surprised if Richie was naked by the time he parked the car.

He nearly was. The car was barely in park before Richie was tugging Eddie through the gap in the seats and pressing his mouth to the first bit of skin he could touch.

“Does Wisconsin make you horny and philosophical?” Eddie asks, the final L becoming more of a whine as Richie works on getting Eddie’s clothes off.

Richie huffs a laugh. “It’s the smell of cheese, really romantic.”

They slip into an easy kiss. The car moves underneath them as Eddie leans over to one of the suitcases that they keep between the seats and the mattress, digging around in one of the pockets until he finds the cloth bag full of lighters, grinders, and a jar of weed.

Richie pumps his fist into the air and pulls Eddie into his lap. “God, you’re my soulmate,” he moans.

Eddie likes the way it sounds coming out of Richie’s mouth.

Sometimes Eddie wakes up feeling like he’s forgetting something.

He means to ask Richie about it, wonders if he feels the same thing. If he wakes up particularly well rested, and feels the echo of a presence.

Imagine if we had the Dreams, Richie had said.

Eddie can imagine.

He’s startled, for a moment, when he wakes up in the back of the car and Richie isn’t next to him.

Then, Eddie hears faraway, tinny sounding music. Smells coffee, and maybe weed, but that could be lingering on them from the night before.

Eddie manages to wiggle on some boxers, a t-shirt, and a mismatched pair of socks, all belonging to Richie, then pulls a blanket with him as he exits the car.

Sure enough, Richie sits on the roof of the car, sunglasses over his eyes, joint between his fingers, and music playing from the nearly broken speakers of an old ipod. Eddie actually recognizes the song— Love Today, by MIKA. Richie likes to sing it loudly in their apartment, hitting the falsetto perfectly as he makes fried eggs and pretends that their cats are his adoring fans, watching him dance in his underwear and atrociously patterned shirts.

“Aren’t you cold?” asks Eddie as he climbs up. It’s early morning, a chill still clinging to the air even though the sun is high. He tosses the blanket over both of their shoulders and takes the cup that is passed to him, still full but no longer hot.

“I drive today?” Richie asks instead of a response. It’s more of a statement than a question.

“Sure.” Eddie gives in easily, resting his head against Richie’s shoulder. “We’re just about half way.”

Maine still seems impossibly far away. Yet, Eddie longs for more distance. More states for he and Richie to see, pictures to take, adventures to have.

“Lookit,” Richie says after a moment of digging through his sweatshirt pocket and passing the joint to Eddie. “We’re famous.”

It takes several seconds for Eddie to process what he’s looking at, before he realizes that it’s a twitter feed.

Eddie doesn’t understand twitter, or the internet in general really, but he’s subjected to it enough through Richie, who has a small following through the Seattle music scene.

But on Richie’s phone screen, there are hundreds of posts to scroll through, the top ones garnering thousands of likes and retweets. Most of the tweets mention Richie Tozier, or hot doctor soulmate.

When Eddie looks over at Richie, eyes wide, his sunglasses are pushed up onto his head and his smile is full of teeth. “When I posted that video on youtube, I barely had a thousand followers. This morning, I have nearly three hundred thousand.”

Eddie hits his shoulder. Richie proceeds to fall to his back, cackling and smacking the roof of the car. “Richard Wentworth Tozier!” Eddie shouts, but can’t suppress his grin as he looks down at Richie.

He throws his hands up. “I don’t know how it happened! We’re one hit wonders, Eds.”

Eddie turns back to the phone. There’s a tweet with fifty thousand likes, just a screencap from the video of Richie and Eddie looking at each other captioned, damn! these bitches r gay! good for them!

“This is ridiculous,” Eddie finally says after he feels he’s scrolled enough. “Aren’t I supposed to be the famous one?”

“Listen, Eddie, my love, you may have been listed as one of the top 1,685 physicians in the world as of 2018, but I got us on buzzfeed.”

Richie takes his phone as it’s passed, and looks at it absently. Presumably revelling in his newfound internet fame.

They sit on the roof by themselves for a little while, laughing at tweets or texting their friends. Once they get off the phone with Beverly (who has, thankfully, been looking after Thor and Cathy-Parr in their absence), they retreat back inside their home away from home, and hit the road once more.

Trashmouth is traveling (and FaMoUs?!?) @richietoziersings

hello , new followers. welcom to my twitter where post about music sometimes and mstly my cats and eddie

Trashmouth is traveling (and FaMoUs?!?) @richietoziersings

eds does not have twitter but thanks you all for the nice words. he respectfully asks that you all remember that he is a very sophisticated doctor and that im the only one allowed to call him secxy

Trashmouth is traveling (and FaMoUs?!?) @richietoziersings

im mostly just mad that a song i wrote in ten minutes in a video i filmed in five minutes went viral before the vid of me doing stnad up comedy at a middle school talent show did

𝖇𝖊𝖛 @bevmarshanscom

@richietoziersings it’s bc your sexy doctor boyfriend is in this one

BUZZFEED -- Who Is Richie Tozier, And More Importantly, Who Is His ‘Hot Doctor Soulmate’?

reddit.com

r/videos - posted by u/mallerisms

guy writes and films ‘travel song’ as he and soulmate go on a roadtrip

youtu.be.com/watch?v=YLKPg...

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r/MadeMeSmile - posted by u/anthill

Cutest video of a Seattle musician and his soulmate

youtu.be.com/watch?v=YLKPg...

THE Losers Club >

Stan Uris: I’m framing the Buzzfeed article about Richie and Eddie.

Bev Marsh: Which one?

Bev Marsh: [attatchment]

Bill Denbrough: That’s three too many.

Mike Hanlon: I liked the tweet that said Rich looks like someone threw him into trashcan with a blindfold and askd him to make an outfit

Ben Hanscom: i don’t even know what that means :(

RICHIE<3: mr Trending on Twitter is getting us too lost in illinois to comment

RICHIE<3: just kidding

RICHIE<3: he requests that stanley frame the Trashcan Tweet, and that it would look good in our bathroom

RICHIE<3: this is eddie BTW

They truly do get lost in Illinois. They don’t get to drive through Chicago, but instead end up at a beach in Michigan after making a detour. Several detours.

Further North than they anticipated, but hey. No time like the present.

Eddie knows they could be in Derry in a day with diligent driving. He’s sure Richie knows this. Still, they pull into the beach parking lot just as the sun begins to set. There aren’t many people around, a couple scattered here and there, or a girl running along the shoreline, a man with his dog.

Richie wastes no time, barely putting the car in park before he’s kicking off his shoes and sticking his toes into the sand. Eddie scrambles for their camera, grabbing it from the mess of blankets and capturing Richie’s moment. He’s in a child-like pose, legs apart and head tipped down, arms held out for balance. His hair is wild with the wind, and the pink sun highlights his freckled face and reflects off his glasses.

Eddie catches up quickly, abandoning his own shoes next to Richie’s.

“No sunsets like these in Seattle, eh?” Richie holds out his hand for Eddie to take. Their fingers slip easily into each other, like puzzle pieces.

From two different puzzles, Eddie thinks, looking at their hands.

“The beaches in Seattle aren’t this clean either,” he notes, eyes moving past their hands to the pristine sand. This makes Richie laugh into Eddie’s palm, which he had pulled to his mouth to kiss. Within a few seconds he’s running off again, just managing to kick his jeans off and toss his shirt with reckless abandon. Into the water he goes, glasses and everything.

He’s underwater for a while, enough time for Eddie to step up close, just dipping his toes into the water. The waves splash against his ankles and leave tingling foam on this skin.

Black hair resurfaces. Water drips down his face and on his glasses, all the way down his neck and chest. He looks like a wet dog as he shakes the moisture from his hair, but even then, Richie straightens and smiles toothily. “Fresh water!” he cries happily, throwing his arms open and letting a particularly large wave hit him in the back.

It’s so stupid and so beautiful that it makes Eddie’s chest stretch and constrict. It’s not long before Eddie is abandoning his own shirt and pants, jumping into the lake after Richie.

The water feels cold, especially as the sun dips further beneath the horizon, but it doesn’t last long as Richie’s hands and arms glide over Eddie’s shoulders. It feels second nature for him to stretch up and press their mouths together.

A strong wave hits Richie’s back and sends both of them toppling under the water. Eddie can hear Richie’s muffled, warbled laughter under the water, pressed close to Eddie’s ear.

“God,” Richie breathes once they’ve resurfaced and he has Eddie propped up against him. “I want to marry you.”

There’s a certain kind of lilt in his tone, something reassuring and familiar. It resonates deep within Eddie, through his heart and his brain and his soul, pulling laughter out of him.

Richie’s mouth connects with Eddie’s shoulder as his arms come around his neck. “I love you,” follows the laughter that still falls out of Eddie. “I fucking love you.”

It feels ridiculous. It’s not a soft or tender moment. It’s hysterical, and feels like them. It doesn’t feel any different than Richie calling him Eddie-Spaghetti, or Eddie chattering over Richie’s minor injuries around the house.

Another wave knocks them over, and further into each other they fall.

The sun has long since set on their beach in Michigan once they pull themselves out of the water. It’s freezing out; they all but sprint back to the car. Richie buries himself into one of their heavy quilts, and Eddie drowns in one of Richie’s weird secondhand finds, a sweatshirt that says EAT TWAT, SMOKE POT, SMILE A LOT.

Eddie’s old ipod is cycling through his teenage playlist. Every once in a while, Richie’s arm comes out of its cocoon to slap at Eddie with laughter or disbelief at whatever song comes on. He had a particularly stellar laughing fit during Eddie’s powerful rendition of Waterloo.

Things have quieted down after then after a streak of slower songs. Love Of My Life fades into Come Sail Away as Richie’s head pokes out of his blanket. His hair has dried wilder than usual, thanks to the combination of the freshwater and the quilt. “Eds?”

“Hm?” Eddie doesn’t look up from the styrofoam box of Chinese leftovers that he’s eating out of.

“What do you think of marriage?”

Eddie shrugs. “I don’t know.”

“What do you mean ‘I don’t know’!”

“It means I don’t know! I’ve never really thought about it affecting me.”

The takeout is moved from Eddie’s hands to one of the front seats as Richie comes out of his blanket and throws himself across Eddie, a hand buried in Eddie’s soft beach curls. “I’d take you down to the chapel right now if I could. Or a courtroom, or a picturesque vineyard if my Spaghetti wants something fancy. Hell, we could throw all these miles away and get married by Elvis in Vegas--”

“I know you would,” Eddie huffs.

Richie continues to roll around dramatically. He walks around on his knees, standing as tall as he can before his head starts bumping the ceiling and the photos they have tacked up there already. “We could be the next When Harry Met Sally!”

“Don’t start with this--”

“I love that you get cold when it's 71 degrees out. I love that it takes you an hour and a half to order a sandwich. I love th--”

Eddie’s tackling Richie before he can continue his monologue, back into their mess of blankets. “You’re ridiculous.”

The Elephant Love Medley from Moulin! Rouge comes on just as Eddie is leaning into Richie. They enter character immediately, laughing as they roll around the bed and sing back and forth as Satine and Christian.

“I don’t care about marriage, really,” Richie says after they’ve stopped singing and have buried themselves underneath their blankets, turned off their lights and music.

Eddie stays silent.

“I’m just, like. Stupid for you. Stupid, stupid.”

Eddie laughs.

“And part of being stupid, stupid in love is doing stupid stuff. Like falling in love with your doctor, and adopting many cats with him, and driving to Maine for him. Doesn’t it blow your mind that we could add anything we want to that? Matching tattoos, getting married, driving off cliffs…”

“First we were Harry and Sally, then we were Satine and Christian, now we’re Thelma and Louise?”

Richie throws out his arms, nearly whacking Eddie in the face. “It’s Richie and Eddie versus the world!”

That doesn’t sound so bad.

Come live with me and be my love,

And we will all the pleasures prove,

That Valleys, groves, hills, and fields,

Woods, or steepy mountain yields.

And we will sit upon the Rocks,

Seeing the Shepherds feed their flocks,

By shallow Rivers to whose falls

Melodious birds sing Madrigals.

And I will make thee beds of Roses

And a thousand fragrant posies,

A cap of flowers, and a kirtle

Embroidered all with leaves of Myrtle;

A gown made of the finest wool

Which from our pretty Lambs we pull;

Fair lined slippers for the cold,

With buckles of the purest gold;

A belt of straw and Ivy buds,

With Coral clasps and Amber studs:

And if these pleasures may thee move,

Come live with me, and be my love.

Together awake and whilst we sleep,

Proof my soul is thine to keep.

My heart you hold within your hand;

Your clutch is thee most grand.

The Shepherds’ Swains shall dance and sing

For thy delight each May-morning:

If these delights thy mind may move,

Then live with me, and be my love.

--Christopher Marlowe,

The Passionate Shepherd to His Love

Trashmouth is traveling (and FaMoUs?!?) @richietoziersings

i kno youre all here for my beautifool singing now but uhh haev you herd of eddie… instagram.com/p/jhjUWjkh9...

Trashmouth is traveling (and FaMoUs?!?) @richietoziersings

i call this, ‘portrait of a man mid rendition of its all coming back to me now’’” instagram.com/p/uoQQs3s…

“But it wouldn't be as awful as a summer in Ohio,” Richie is singing, “Without cable, hot water, Vietnamese food, or you.”

The camera flashes and sputters. Richie hops off the sign, jogging over to Eddie. “How’re we lookin’, babycakes?”

Eddie watches the photo develop, acutely aware of Richie leaning over his shoulder. “Like we have so much to discover,” he says dryly. They’re approaching the end of their road. He’s not quite sure what awaits them there.

Richie scribbles his twitter handle on the bottom of the sign as Eddie walks back to the car with the photo. Two finger guns towards the camera and his tongue sticking out, Richie looks like he belongs on the cover of Alternative Press.

“What’s there to do in Ohio?” asks Eddie, once Richie has pulled the car away from the side of the road.

“Corn fields?” says Richie, after a moment.

“Mm. Sounds like every other state before this.”

“Not everywhere can be as glamorous as Seattle!”

The sound of light tapping fills their silence as Eddie’s knee bounces. Then, “anywhere is better than Maine.”

It’s just about the only topic they’ve been avoiding on their long drive. The reason for the drive. Why they’re not flying, why Richie is accompanying Eddie as he essentially walks into the gates of hell.

“I’ll be with you the whole time,” Richie promises. His hand settles on Eddie’s knee, steadying it.

“There’s still time for you to run for the hills,” Eddie says as his head tips to the side, looking at Richie as he drives. “Abandon me and my issues, run away with some Ohio harlot.”

“I’ll stick with my Maine harlot, thank you very much.”

Eddie tosses a hand over his chest. “You speak so highly of me.”

In lieu of an answer, Richie continues his singing from before. “I'll get on my knees, and pray I can state in my next bio: ‘I'm never gonna go back to Ohio!’”

Cornfields and trees pass them by, reminding Eddie of how far away from Seattle they are. It’s quiet, and homey. Makes Eddie want to settle down in some suburb, with Richie and their cats. A grand piano, and a library stacked with books. A mailbox with their names on it.

When did Ohio get so romantic? Eddie wonders.

Richie keeps driving through Pennsylvania and New York, stopping at an empty park where they can see the New York City skyline. They sit on the roof of the car, a box of classic NYC pizza between them.

It takes some convincing to get Eddie to take a picture with Richie, as opposed to Richie’s favored technique of candid and picturesque shots of him. The glittering buildings behind them, Richie’s arm around Eddie’s shoulder and mouth pressed to his cheek, Eddie thinks they look perfect.

Trashmouth is traveling (and FaMoUs?!?) @richietoziersings

final stop before the final stop instagram.com/p/jfj3dWs…

a rare ncie photo of both of us!!

Eddie curls up in their blankets through most of Connecticut, Massachusetts, and New Hampshire. He even sleeps, a little, focusing instead on the familiar nothingness in his dreams than on what awaits them in Maine. Richie wakes him up to continue their tradition of stopping at the signs, but otherwise, Richie stays behind the wheel while Eddie mopes in the back.

Every once in a while, Richie’s hand reaches back. Fingers against Eddie’s palm, or hand in his hair. It’s comforting, reassuring.

Distracting.

He wakes with a jolt when Richie shakes his shoulder.

“I need your guidance, Eds.”

Blinking away the sleep and feeling of deja vu, Eddie sits up. Richie’s still driving, and the sky outside is a tired sort of blue, like the sun is about to set.

“Where are we?”

“Maine.”

It takes a second for Eddie to process that information. They didn’t stop at the sign. “Oh,” he says. It feels like all he can say.

“You think you can tell me where I’m going.”

“Right,” falls out of Eddie’s mouth. He crawls between the seats into the passenger side, trying to get a gather of where they are exactly in Maine. Are they close to Derry? A long ways away? Eddie feels slightly disoriented.

Richie is the most wonderful person he’s ever known, Eddie thinks. He knows exactly how to distract him, keeps him grounded in reality while still edging him towards the painful truth. “You’ll have to get on a highway, I can guide us from there.”

The rest of the drive feels like their longest stretch yet. Eddie’s nervous, biting his nails and bouncing his knees. Richie seems apprehensive, on edge, like he’s ready to reach out and grab Eddie in case he decides to jump out of the moving car.

Eddie’s breath noticeably hitches as the DERRY WELCOMES YOU sign comes into view.

Richie grabs his hand, because he’s a saint.

They’ve been to Maine together once before, way back when. Eddie was just a bit annoyed, a bit inconvenienced with that trip. He didn’t like missing work just to visit his mother in his shitty hometown. Now, even after this long trek, Eddie still doesn’t feel ready.

They take their time driving through Derry, per Eddie’s request, even if Richie has already seen the important parts. They drive by the middle and high schools, then down Main Street and by the Paul Bunyon statue. Richie says it’s creepy.

Finally, Richie pulls onto the street. There’s the Kaspbrak home at the end of the street, white and a bit rundown with age, yet still exactly the same.

“I’m not ready,” he admits.

“We can turn around. Head right back to Seattle.” Richie sniffs awkwardly as he parks. “Or head south. Make our mark in Florida, or something.”

Eddie scoffs, wiping at his wet face. “I think the ghost of Sonia Kaspbrak would come down and smite me if we moved to Florida. She’d be afraid of me getting the West Nile virus, or something.”

Richie’s face is pulled in an unpleasant frown at Eddie’s words. He leans across the seats, pressing his mouth simply to the side of Eddie’s mouth, then slipping their lips to fit together. Once he pulls back, he says, “alright, Texas then.”

A laugh stumbles out of Eddie. Richie wipes at his wet cheeks, and presses a final kiss to Eddie’s forehead. “Come on,” he says quietly. “You can do it.”

The way he says it makes Eddie feel like he can.

Out of the car they go, stretching their legs and pressing close to each other. It feels odd, to be open and affectionate in his front yard. In Derry, even. The steps creak with each step, just as they always have done, and the windows on the front porch are covered in curtains, as if nothing has changed. Nothing really has, Eddie supposes.

Richie hovers slightly behind him as Eddie finds the spare key in the window sill. As he goes to put the key into the hole, Richie says, “I love you.”

It’s enough. The key slips into the slot, the door clicks, and opens.

“I won’t give up on you; even if I have to knock all the doors around the world to find you.”

--M.F. Moonzajer

#my fic #anti soulmate au #reddie #richie tozier #eddie kaspbrak #it chapter one #it chapter two #shut up mary

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toast-connoisseur · 3 years

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ALL of the Ask Me Stuff questions

* 1: Full name: For safety purposes I’ll shorten it: Maria Barbara Gonzalez (yes, that’s the shortened version. I’m Mexican lol)

* 2: Age: 25

* 3: 3 Fears: Being buried alive, anything bad happening to a loved one, SPIDERS

* 4: 3 things I love: My family, my friends, movies

* 5: 4 turn ons: soft touches, kissing, making me food, a confident personality

* 6: 4 turn offs: Overly cocky people, racists, chewing with your mouth open

* 7: My best friend: I’m lucky to have several and I love them all with the individual pieces of my heart they each own

* 8: Sexual orientation: Queer/Gay

* 9: My best first date: I don’t think I’ve ever really gone on one tbh lol

* 10: How tall am I: 5’1 (barely make it to the 1)

* 11: What do I miss: Bars/clubs and Disneyland. Hugging people. Not losing so many people on a daily basis...

* 12: What time was I born: 3:38AM

* 13: Favourite color: Blood red (NOT maroon)

* 14: Do I have a crush: I always crush on random girls

* 15: Favourite quote: “Seduce my mind and you can have my body. Find my soul and I’m yours forever.”

* 16: Favourite place: It was once Disneyland now, I don’t really have a place lol

* 17: Favourite food: All of it. Of course Mexican food takes the top of the list though

* 18: Do I use sarcasm: Noooo, you think?!

* 19: What am I listening to right now: I’m watching Buffy

* 20: First thing I notice in new person: What vibes you’re giving off

* 21: Shoe size: 7 for the most part but sometimes I can fit into size 4 kid shoes

* 22: Eye color: Dark brown

* 23: Hair color: naturally: dark brown, right now: black

* 24: Favourite style of clothing: comfortable but more on the lines of retro/rockabilly

* 25: Ever done a prank call? Yes!

* 27: Meaning behind my URL: I love toast

* 28: Favourite movie: I have so many but one is Saved!

* 29: Favourite song: Lots, but Guilty Pleasure by Cobra Starship

* 30: Favourite band: Avenged Sevenfold

* 31: How I feel right now: Mellow

* 32: Someone I love: my nephew

* 33: My current relationship status: single

* 34: My relationship with my parents: could be better, but it’s there

* 35: Favourite holiday: Halloween

* 36: Tattoos and piercing i have: I have two piercings on each ear, my bellybutton pierced, and 6 tattoos (R foot, R ankle, L thigh, L wrist, L bicep, R bicep)

* 37: Tattoos and piercing i want: I want most of my body covered in tattoos so I have a long way to go. As for piercings, I want at least two more per ear.

* 38: The reason I joined Tumblr: my friends said it would be a good time

* 39: Do I and my last ex hate each other? I wouldn’t say hate, but we’re not friends anymore

* 40: Do I ever get “good morning” or “good night ” texts? Yes!

* 41: Have I ever kissed the last person you texted? No

* 42: When did I last hold hands? It’s been too long :(

* 43: How long does it take me to get ready in the morning? I work from home now so 0 minutes

* 44: Have You shaved your legs in the past three days? Yes

* 45: Where am I right now? In my bed

* 46: If I were drunk and can’t stand, who’s taking care of me? My best friends

* 47: Do I like my music loud or at a reasonable level? Reasonable usually. I have very sensitive hearing.

* 48: Do I live with my Mom and Dad? They actually live with me, but it’s temporary.

* 49: Am I excited for anything? My upcoming move

* 50: Do I have someone of the opposite sex I can tell everything to? Yes, two actually

* 51: How often do I wear a fake smile? -I work Monday-Friday

* 52: When was the last time I hugged someone? -OOF

* 53: What if the last person I kissed was kissing someone else right in front of me? Hot

* 54: Is there anyone I trust even though I should not? -Everyone has different trust levels tbh. My best friends hold top tier.

* 55: What is something I disliked about today? I had to work

* 56: If I could meet anyone on this earth, who would it be? Beyoncé!

* 57: What do I think about most? The future I want

* 58: What’s my strangest talent? I honestly don’t think I have one? I guess being able to mimic certain voices/accents sometimes but I wouldn’t say I’m pro

* 59: Do I have any strange phobias? I don’t think they’re strange, I just hate feet

* 60: Do I prefer to be behind the camera or in front of it? Behind

* 61: What was the last lie I told? “I’ll work on that”

* 62: Do I perfer talking on the phone or video chatting online? It depends who I’m talking to, but phone tbh

* 63: Do I believe in ghosts? How about aliens? Both are very real

* 64: Do I believe in magic? Yes

* 65: Do I believe in luck? To an extent

* 66: What’s the weather like right now? Nice and cold

* 67: What was the last book I’ve read? I strictly read fanfiction lately

* 68: Do I like the smell of gasoline? Don’t love it, don’t hate it

* 69: Do I have any nicknames? Barbie, Barbs, whore, homo... you know, cute stuff

* 70: What was the worst injury I’ve ever had? I split my eyebrow open and had to get stitches

* 71: Do I spend money or save it? Por que no los dos?!

* 72: Can I touch my nose with a tounge? No, but my best friend can and it’s so cool!

* 73: Is there anything pink in 10 feets from me? My sweats are pink

* 74: Favourite animal? I love animals but wolves are pretty top tier

* 75: What was I doing last night at 12 AM? Sleeping

* 76: What do I think is Satan’s last name is? Sexy. Mr. Sexy.

* 77: What’s a song that always makes me happy when I hear it? -I Wanna Get Better by the Bleachers

* 78: How can you win my heart? Be nice to me and have good conversations to me and occasionally buy me chocolate

* 79: What would I want to be written on my tombstone? The entire lyrics to Act Up by City Girls

* 80: What is my favorite word? Motherfucker

* 81: My top 5 blogs on tumblr: I honestly bounce to and from so many. There’s no way I can only pick 5. All the ones I reblog from are so great!

* 82: If the whole world were listening to me right now, what would I say? STOP GOING TO PARTIES

* 83: Do I have any relatives in jail? Not that I’m aware of

* 84: I accidentally eat some radioactive vegetables. They were good, and what’s even cooler is that they endow me with the super-power of my choice! What is that power? I can turn invisible

* 85: What would be a question I’d be afraid to tell the truth on? None really tbh

* 86: What is my current desktop picture? I made it into a winter wonderland for the holidays

* 87: Had sex? “It’s been 84 years...”

* 88: Bought condoms? I’m gay

* 89: Gotten pregnant? See above

* 90: Failed a class? I think in middle school maybe?

* 91: Kissed a boy? Yes

* 92: Kissed a girl? Yes

* 93: Have I ever kissed somebody in the rain? Sadly, no

* 94: Had a job? Sadly (but also thankfully since I need money)

* 95: Left the house without my wallet? No

* 96: Bullied someone on the internet? No

* 97: Had sex in public? Yes

* 98: Played on a sports team? Yes

* 99: Smoked weed? Yes

* 100: Did drugs? Yes

* 101: Smoked cigarettes? Yes

* 102: Drank alcohol? Yes

* 103: Am I a vegetarian/vegan? No

* 104: Been overweight? No

* 105: Been underweight? Yes

* 106: Been to a wedding? Yes

* 107: Been on the computer for 5 hours straight? Yes

* 108: Watched TV for 5 hours straight? Yes

* 109: Been outside my home country? Yes

* 110: Gotten my heart broken? Sorta but I bounced back pretty quick so idk if that counts

* 111: Been to a professional sports game? Long ago

* 112: Broken a bone? No

* 113: Cut myself? I’m very accident prone

* 114: Been to prom? Yes

* 115: Been in airplane? Yes

* 116: Fly by helicopter? No

* 117: What concerts have I been to? So so so many. I miss them.

* 118: Had a crush on someone of the same sex? I’m gaaaaaaaay

* 119: Learned another language? I’ve been bilingual since I was a child

* 120: Wore make up? Yes

* 121: Lost my virginity before I was 18? No

* 122: Had oral sex? Yes

* 123: Dyed my hair? Yes

* 124: Voted in a presidential election? Yes

* 125: Rode in an ambulance? I worked for an ambulance company so just for fun

* 126: Had a surgery? Besides oral?

* 127: Met someone famous? I live in LA, so yes lol

* 128: Stalked someone on a social network? No

* 129: Peed outside? Yes

* 130: Been fishing? No, I’d like to!

* 131: Helped with charity? Yes

* 132: Been rejected by a crush? Fifth grade was a tough year for my love life...

* 133: Broken a mirror? No

* 134: What do I want for birthday? To be able to see all my friends in a safe environment

* 135: How many kids do I want and what will be their names? I’d like as many as I can comfortably afford. I’d have to discuss with the (future) wife about names

* 136: Was I named after anyone? The Virgin Mary (la Virgen Maria) and some Spanish actress named Barbara something...

* 137: Do I like my handwriting? No

* 138: What was my favourite toy as a child? I loved dolls

* 139: Favourite Tv Show? Bewitched

* 140: Where do I want to live when older? California forever unless properly convinced otherwise

* 141: Play any musical instrument? Used to play trumpet and alto sax. Can’t play anymore lol

* 142: One of my scars, how did I get it? See Q70

* 143: Favourite pizza toping? Pepperoni. I love all sorts of toppings but that’s my fav

* 144: Am I afraid of the dark? No

* 145: Am I afraid of heights? Yes

* 146: Have I ever got caught sneaking out or doing anything bad? Yes

* 147: Have I ever tried my hardest and then gotten disappointed in the end? Daily

* 148: What I’m really bad at: Focusing. In my defense, I have ADHD

* 149: What my greatest achievments are: graduating college, getting promoted at work, buying my own car, purchasing a home

* 150: The meanest thing somebody has ever said to me: I once got told “good luck on the short bus” by a guy that was upset I make more money than he does

* 151: What I’d do if I won in a lottery: take care of all my bills, invest, and then try to help as many of my loved ones as I could with theirs

* 152: What do I like about myself: my resilience

* 153: My closest Tumblr friend: @itssofragile

* 154: Something I fantasise about: My future

* 155: Any question you’d like? Nah, I think we’re good!

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richtea-biscuit · 4 years

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Thank you @a-fritterer for tagging me. Prepare for a lot of answers in the negative

1. Think of the last person who said I love you, do you think they meant it?

It was my mum so I’m confident that she did

2. Would you date an 18-year-old at the age you are now?

No, 18 is slightly on the young side. Plus, I had to deal with many of them at uni last year and it made me realise what a difference 3 years can make

3. When’s the last time you were aggravated and happy at the same time?

Probably never, if I’m going to have mixed feelings about something, it’s not going to be that mix

4. Would you ever smile at a stranger?

I do if I accidentally make eye-contact just to be polite

5. Is there someone who’s mad because you’re dating/talking to the person you are?

I’m not dating anyone so no

6. Have you heard a song that reminds you of someone today?

Yes, a song my grandad loved came on shuffle

7. What exactly are you wearing right now?

Gryffindor pyjamas

8. How often do you listen to music?

All day, every day

9. Do you wear jeans or sweats more?

Jeans

10. Do you think your life will change dramatically before 2014?

Wow, you can really tell the age of this game. In hindsight, I would say my life has changed, I feel like I know myself much better which has made me a lot happier. Even when life isn’t going great, at least I know who I am and no longer feel lost in my own body and mind

11. Are you a social or antisocial person?

I’m pretty social when I’m with people I know and like

12. Have you ever kissed someone whose name begins with the letter “A”?

Yes, it’s not a pleasant memory though

13. What about “R”?

14. Can you drive a stick shift?

Technically yes but not legally

15. Do you care if people talk badly about you?

Yes, I’m pretty paranoid about that. It’s turned me into a chronic people pleaser

16. Are you going out of town soon?

17. When was the last time you cried?

Whenever I watched series 2 of Derry Girls. The last episode made me cry, no shame

18. Have you ever told someone you loved them?

Platonically, lots. I tell my friends and family I love them all the time. Romantically, that person whose name begins with A and there are regrets

19. If you could change your eye colour, would you?

No, my eyes are the only thing I’m happy with

20. Is there a boy who you would do absolutely everything for?

Jeon Jungkook lol

21. Name something you dislike about the day you’re having

I feel like it’s been a day of Procrastination because I’m so tired-out from my mum’s birthday party yesterday

22. Is it cute when guys kiss you on your forehead?

I like the thought of it. And I love it in fanfic, it makes me soft

23. Are you dating the last person you talked to?

24. What are you sitting on right now?

My bed

25. Does anyone regularly tell you they love you (other than family)?

@penicillinjimin tells me at least semi-regularly

26. Have you ever wanted someone you couldn’t have?

27. Who was the last person you talked to before you went to bed last night?

My nan

28. Do you get a lot of colds?

Yes, RIP me every winter

29. Where is the shirt you are wearing from?

I want to say Primark but I don’t know

30. Does anyone hate you?

Probably

31. Do you have any empty alcohol bottles hidden somewhere in your room?

I can drink legally, I do34n’t need to be hiding it

32. Do you like watching scary movies?

I can take it or leave it

33. Do you want your tongue pierced?

Honestly, the thought gives me the ick

34. If you had to delete one year of your life completely, which would it be?

If I had to, the year of the “A” but I don’t really want to. I think I wouldn’t be the person I am now if I deleted it, and for the worse because that was the start of a very long journey of realising I was asexual. I think that about all my experiences, good and bad, they shaped the person I am today

35. Did you have a dream last night?

36. When was the last time you told someone you loved them?

My mum yesterday

37. Do you think you’ll be married in 5 years?

And not push away and guy that pays attention to me out of fear? lol

38. Do you think someone has feelings for you?

Not anymore they don’t, I made sure of that

39. Do you think someone is thinking of you right now?

The person reading this? Am I funny yet?

40. Did you have a good day yesterday?

Yes

41. Think back 2 months ago; were you in a relationship?

42. In the next 48 hours, will you hang out with a girl?

43. Has anyone told you they don’t want to ever lose you?

44. What’s the best part about school?

I loved learning but I didn’t like the other children

45. Do you have any pictures on your Facebook?

Other than my profile picture, they’re all about 5 years old because I hide from cameras

46. Do you ever pass notes to your friends in school?

Do people actually do that?

47. Do you replay things that have happened in your head?

I try to surpress it

48. Were you single over the last summer?

I’m the hopeless romantic that’s forever alone

49. Is your life anything like it was two years ago?

Not really

50. What are you supposed to be doing right now?

Whatever I feel like

51. Do you hate the last guy you had a conversation with?

No, I don’t waste my time like that. I waste it in infinite other ways instead

52. Are you nice to everyone?

Even when I don’t want to be. I just can’t be rude

53. Have you ever liked someone you didn’t expect to?

Friend-wise, yes

54. Do you think you can last in a relationship for 6 months and not cheat?

Definitely yes. Even if I weren’t asexual, it would be yes. I absolutely despise cheating. My friend cheated on her boyfriend once and we had a massive row about it because she didn’t like that I wasn’t on her side

55. Are you good at hiding your feelings?

Yes, I cover them up with other feelings. It’s my special skill

56. Do you think you like someone?

It’s very hard for me to tell. It requires a 10-page thesis for me to work these things out. Not that it really matters because like I said, I get scared and turn into a bitch to push people away

57. Have you ever kissed someone whose name begins with a “J”?

Yes - spin the bottle. I got dragged into it

58. Do you prefer to be friends with girls or boys?

Boys. I think that’s more because it’s what I’m used to from when I was at school

59. Has anyone of your friends ever seen you cry?

Yes

60. Do you hate anyone?

No, I get fairly apathetic

61. How’s your heart?

I’ll ask it. “Hey heart, how you doing?” It says da-dum

62. Is there something that happened in your past that you hate talking about?

Yes

63. Have you ever cried over a guy

Yes, I was an idiot.

64. Who is probably talking a load of crap about you right now?

Nobody I can think of

65. Are your toenails painted pink?

66. Will your next kiss be a mistake?

I hope not

67. Girls love it when boyfriends cry, correct?

I feel like “love” is the wrong word. Boys should be encouraged to show their emotions though, crying is good for you

68. Have your trousers even fallen down in public?

69. Who was the last person you were on the phone with?

My mum when we were in proper lockdown

70. How do you look right now?

A face only a mother could love. It’s bedtime so there’s no make-up and my hair’s a mess

71. Do you have someone you can be your complete self around?

72. Can you commit to one person?

Yes

73. Do you have someone of the opposite sex you can tell everything to?

74. Have you ever felt replaced?

Yes

75. Did you wake up cranky?

76. Are you a jealous person?

Yes, I try to keep a check on it though

77. Are relationships ever worth it?

I like tot think that they are, but maybe fiction has given me an idealistic view point

78. Anyone you’re giving up on?

79. Currently wanting to see anyone?

My friends

80. Name something you have to do tomorrow?

Brush my teeth

81. Last person you cried in front of?

I actually don’t remember

82. Is there someone you will never forget?

Many

83. Do you think the person you have feelings for is protective of you?

Yes, Jungkook is my man and he is protective of all ARMY (I’m joking, don’t worry I’m not crazy. Just spicing my answers up)

84. If the person you wish to be with were with you, what would you be doing right now?

Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

85. Are you over your past?

Is anyone ever? Like I said before, I think it’s all important to who I am now so I keep key elements of it fresh in my mind as reminders to not make the same mistakes and let myself get hurt like that again

86. Have you ever liked one of your best friends of the opposite sex?

Yes

87. Is there anyone you can tell EVERYTHING to?

88. If your first true love knocked on your door with apology and presents, would you accept?

I don’t know about “true love” but if the person I thought I loved came to my door, I would tell them to fuck off

89. The last person you kissed just happens to arrive at your door at 3AM, do you let them in?

It’d probably be an emergency and we’re not on bad terms as such so yeah

90. Have you ever liked someone who your friends hated?

No, they hating came later

91. Will you be in a relationship in two months?

I highly doubt it

92. Is there anyone you know with the name Michael?

My mum’s friend

93. Have you ever kissed a Matthew?

94. Were you in a relationship in January? How was it going?

I was emotionally invested in my relationship with the Jungkook photocard I had on the wall next to my bed. It was at head height when I sat down so when I was going through tough times, I would talk to it so I didn’t feel so lonely. It was an amazing listener lol. And it’s answer was always “love yourself” and I’d say “You’re right as always. Thanks Kookie” (I swear I’m not crazy)

95. Were you happy with the person you liked in march?

Same as January

96. Is the last person you texted attractive?

Objectively speaking I think @penicillinjimin is very pretty. I don’t find her attractive but that’s nothing personal

97. Who do you have texts from?

Domino’s (with discount codes, it’s true love)

98. If the person you like says they like someone else, what would you say?

Ok?

99. Have you ever kissed someone older than you?

100. Who’s in your profile picture with you?

It’s just me

101. Ever kissed under fireworks?

No, fireworks are there to be seen guys

102. Has anybody ever given you butterflies?

Yes

Tagging whoever wants to do it

#my hands hurt from all this typing #how did this take me an hour?#tag games #I enjoyed it though

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ladyreapermc · 5 years

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Fic: This isn’t a rom-com (Keanu x OFC) 3/?

Author’s notes: once again, thank you for the feedback on previous chapters. Onto chapter 3.

Wordcount: 2845

Warnings: fluff and oblivious idiots.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 4 Part 5

Lilah bit her thumb as she stared at her phone until Keanu’s name and message on the screen became blurry. She should be reviewing her paper so she could send it to her advisor. Instead, here she was, ignoring her laptop in favor of rereading his text for the tenth time:

I’m glad you like it and I want to know what you thought of it. Coffee today? I’ll be done at five. K.

Lilah didn’t know why she was getting so caught up on it. What else she expected after letting him know she finished reading his book? After all, Keanu had said he would like to get some coffee and talk about it when she was done with it.

And Lilah wanted to do it; she wanted to talk books with him. She wanted to talk about anything with him because he was so nice and cool and funny. But also, he was freaking Keanu Reeves. She was brought back from her musings by a hand snatching her cellphone away before Jean plopped on the chair in front of her.

“You’ve been staring at your phone for the last five minutes,” she said, glancing at the screen, her lips twitching into a smirk. “Ha! I knew he wanted in your pants!”

“One: don’t be crass,” Lilah complained, taking her phone back. “Two: it’s not like that. It’s just coffee.”

Lilah could see that Jean was about to argue, as usual. So, she just sent the other woman a warning look, because this wasn’t up to debate. If Lilah accepted his invitation, she couldn’t think of it as a date.

For one, she was in her final year of grad school. There was a lot at stake and Lilah couldn’t afford distractions. Not even one as amazing as Keanu Reeves. And besides, it would be crazy to think he was even interested. Not that Lilah thought she wasn’t hopeless or anything like that. She did pretty well dating-wise.

She was just being realistic. Keanu probably had people throwing themselves at him all the time and she sure as hell wasn’t going to be one of those people. Despite her stupid no-filter mouth best attempts of making it look otherwise.

“Ok, but you’re gonna go, right? For “just coffee”?” Jean asked, eyebrows raised and Lilah could actually hear the air quotes over the words just coffee.

“Yeah,” Lilah agreed, unlocking her phone screen and typing a quick reply. Her heart did a small acrobatic flip in her chest as she hit send. “There. Done.”

Jean’s face opened into a satisfied, victorious smirk and Lilah couldn’t help but chuckle at her friend.

“So what did you want to talk to me about?” Lilah asked, setting her phone aside and closing her laptop lid. Because who was she kidding? She wasn’t going to get any work done before heading to class. Might as well stop pretending.

“Can’t I just drop by and say hi to my favorite person?” Jean’s smile was wide and bright and so innocent. Lilah didn’t buy it for a second.

“Alright, spill. What do you want?” Lilah asked with an eye-roll.

“Ok,” Jean started with a sigh. “Novelsy isn’t doing all that well financially and if I don’t find a way to attract more customers, I’m gonna have to close doors by the end of the year.”

“Shit!”

Worry settled on the pit of her stomach like lead, because Lilah loved Novelsy. The bookstore was initially owned by Jean’s aunt, but once the older woman passed away, Jean took over, much to her parents’ horror, since they expected her to handle the multimillion family business.

Lilah knew Novelsy started as a way of Jean rebelling against her parents, but it became her pride and dream. The last thing Lilah wanted was to see it closed, but at the same time, Lilah could only imagine how hard must it be for a small place like this to compete with chain stores and internet commerce.

“Any ideas that don’t involve me begging my parents for money?” Jean asked.

“We could start building the store’s media presence? Like a blog, social media, that sort of thing?” Lilah suggested with a shrug. “You’re the one with an MBA.”

“Yeah, that’s what I was thinking too,” Jean drummed her nails on the wooden surface of the table. “I guess I can dust off my camera, working on a few pictures, but we’re gonna need some quality content to go along with them…”

“Ah. Ambush,” Lilah joked, narrowing her eyes at Jean, who just gave her a sheepish smile. “You already considered all that and you’re just buttering me up to ask me to write for it, right?”

“Well, you are always going on and on about everything you read and watch. I just thought…” Jean shrugged, before giving Lilah a look that could only be considered puppy dog eyes. “I know you have a lot of stuff going on, but could you? Please? Just like a weekly thing would be enough.”

“Yeah, sure,” she agreed with an indulgent smile. It wasn’t like she would ever be able to deny Jean anything. “Just give some deadlines so I can fit it in my schedule.”

“Perfect! Thank you!” Jean declared, throwing her arms around Lilah for an awkward hug over the table. “You’re the best, Lih.”

“Yeah, yeah,” she rolled her eyes and started to pack her things. “You still need some short term action, you know? Because social media takes time to build.”

“I know and I decided to get some stage so we could have some bands and poetry soirées, you know, all that artsy crap.” Lilah laughed at Jean’s eye-roll, but couldn’t deny it was a good idea.

“Plus, Halloween is coming. You could host a costume contest,” she suggested standing up and shouldering her satchel bag.

“You’re just looking for an excuse to dress up,” Jean teased with a smile. She wasn’t exactly wrong on that assessment.

“Ok. Gotta go! Bye, hon!” She pressed a quick peck on Jean’s cheek.

“One last thing,” Jean called before Lilah moved too far. “You should totally wear that cute green tartan print dress for your date!”

Lilah just rolled her eyes at Jean’s smirking face and took off, because sometimes, arguing with Jean was the most pointless thing.

She stopped by their apartment above the bookstore long enough to put away the stuff she wouldn’t need for class. And after another moment of deliberation, she exchanged her jeans and t-shirt for the dress, pairing it with dark leggings, a black cardigan, and her favorite scarf. Just because it wasn’t a date, didn’t mean Lilah couldn’t look nice.

She grabbed her bag, Keanu’s book and after a moment of deliberation, Lilah reached on her bookshelf and picked up one of her books. He had lent her one of his. It would be only fair to return the favor, right?

Lilah put on her headphones and hurried off since and she was already dangerously close to missing her train. Fortunately, the subway station was only a couple of blocks away from Novelsy and Lilah always enjoyed the walk. It gave her a chance of enjoying the city had fallen in love with and had been calling home for the last six years.

It had been the best decision of her life to move away from Florida for grad school. Not only it gave Lilah the freedom of being her own person away from her family, but there was also just something magical about New York that she hadn’t found anywhere else. Then again, Lilah barely ever traveled. She had lived most of her life in Florida and could barely remember her home country anymore.

It was one of the things Lilah wanted the most for her life. To travel the world, visit all the places books and movies had shown her. She always wondered what would be like to work with something that could take you all over the world. It must really be amazing.

After teaching her class, Lilah headed to the psychology Ph.D. offices to concentrate on her paper instead of daydreaming about traveling the world or her not-a-date with Keanu. She managed to do all the alterations her advisor suggested and added a new analysis based on an article she read last week, before sending it to her.

Once she finally left NYU, Lilah fidgeted all the way to Central Park, unable to suppress her nerves, even if she kept mentally chanting to herself that this wasn’t a date. When Lilah stepped out the station and found Keanu was waiting for her on the sidewalk, her heart felt like it was trying to bust out of her chest

He looked so handsome in jeans, a grey tee with a motorcycle company logo and a dark leather jacket. He was holding two cups in a carry tray and waving her over with the other. So as Lilah crossed the street, she willed her heart to slow down, because she could barely breathe as she walked up to him.

“Hi!” he greeted her with a bright smile. “I’m glad you could make it in such short notice.”

“It’s fine. My night was free,” Lilah replied, smiling too. It was technically true, but she was supposed to be writing her dissertation.

“I didn’t know how you took your coffee, so I just got it black and brought everything else aside,” Keanu said, handing her one of the cups before pulled out from his pocket packs of sugar, sweetener, and cream.

That was so thoughtful of him that Lilah couldn’t bring herself to admit that she didn’t drink American coffee. Not even Novelsy. Instead, she took one of the cups and dumped cream and sugar in it and took a sip.

“Thank you,” she said covering her grimace, by turning to the park. “Shall we?”

“Sure,” Keanu nodded as they started on the path. “So, tell me your thoughts on the book.”

As they walked, Lilah told him about how she felt with Neruda’s poetry, a big grin playing on her lips. She always thought fall was the best season to take a walk in Central Park. The foliage had faded from their usual green in warm hues of orange, red and purple, making them look straight out of a painting. And under the late afternoon sun, everything sort of had a soft yellowish glow, as if they had been set on fire.

As she spoke, Lilah kept sneaking a few glances at Keanu, always finding him watching her with a thoughtful expression that quickly shifted into a smile whenever he caught her looking.

When they reached the fountain, Keanu led them away from the rest of the visitors and tourists snapping pictures. Lilah wondered if he noticed a few of them snapping photos of him. Fortunately, no one came over to bother them. She wouldn’t know how to react if they had.

Keanu stopped by this huge oak tree and handed Lilah his cup so he could spread his jacket on the ground, before plopping on it and gesturing her to take a seat. She chuckled and followed, handing back the wrong cup.

“You barely touched it,” he pointed out with an arched eyebrow, looking more amused than offended. “You could’ve just told me you didn’t like coffee.”

“I like coffee,” she replied with a sheepish smile. “But that’s not coffee, that American chafé.”

“Sorry, what?” he asked with a confused frown.

“Chafé,” Lilah repeated chuckling at how adorable he looked mouthing out the word. “It just means it watered down and it tastes more like tea than actual coffee.”

“Ahhh, so you’re a coffee snob,” Keanu teased, making Lilah laugh.

“No!” she shoved him playfully on the shoulder, feeling solid muscle under her hand. “Just used to it been brewed differently. My father always says that there are two things you should never argue about with Latinos: telenovela and coffee.”

“I’ll keep that in mind,” Keanu chuckled, leaning back on his elbows.

“Seriously, I’ll brew it for you sometime and you’ll see.”

The offer escaped her lips before she could even register it and Lilah wanted to kick herself. Why couldn’t she actually pay attention to what she was saying?

“I’ll hold you to it,” he said with a small smile as he watched her. “And I thought I caught a hint of an accent.”

“Really?” she smiled wide at him. “You got a great ear. Most people don’t notice. I’ve moved here when I was three. My stepdad’s American.”

Lilah told him a little bit about her family, mostly just silly stories of her brother, which he reciprocated with stories about his sisters. It was nice and comfortable and time seemed to fly by. Every once in a while, Lilah caught herself staring at him, admiring how the setting sun behind Keanu gave him an almost supernatural glow or how his smile lit up his face and his brown eyes danced with mirth as he recalled some of his teenage shenanigans.

“What?” he asked, bumping his foot again hers.

“Nothing,” Lilah replied with a small smile, lowering her eyes.

Keanu bumped his foot against hers again and she sneaked a glance his way with a frown, wondering if that was an accident. But then he did it again. And again. Was he playing footsie? She gave him a soft kick in retaliation and Keanu grinned, trapping her foot between his ankles. Lilah laughed, shaking her head.

“You’re such a dork, oh my God!” she commented with a grin, and he chuckled.

“Got you to smile, did I?” he replied with a grin of his own and once again Lilah’s chest felt like was about to burst like several butterflies were trapped inside and trying to scape.

They stayed like that talking and laughing together until the sun set completely and the temperature dropped. Lilah kept rubbing her hands together to keep them warm since she had forgotten her gloves. It helped some, but there wasn’t much she could do about her legs. Her leggings were a flimsy barrier against the cold.

“Do you want to take off?” Keanu offered as he sat up, rubbing his hands together and covering hers, offering his own warmth.

Lilah realized how big his hands were compared to hers. As a matter of fact, Keanu was a very big guy. Not only he was tall, but his broad shoulders and strong frame made him look kind of imposing, but in a good way. She realized he could probably pick her up on his arms very easily and that made her swallow hard and her breath pick up speed.

“No, it’s fine,” Lilah managed to reply after a moment.

She wasn’t ready for this thing to be over just yet, but a gush of wind blew past them again and she couldn’t suppress a shudder, earning a knowing look from Keanu.

“Ok, yes.”

Keanu helped her up and they started to make their way back. Moving usually helped to warm her up a little, but they were walking against the wind and Lilah was shivering.

“Do you want my jacket?” Keanu asked when he noticed.

“Won’t you be cold?” Lilah wondered and Keanu snorted, already unzipping it.

“I’ll be fine, don’t worry.” He held it up so she could put it on.

“Thanks,” she replied, pulling it closer around herself since it was still warm from his body. And if she sneaked a few sniffs at the collar, no one needed to know.

Keanu walked her all the way to the subway station where he had been waiting for her. Lilah handed the jacket back to him and watched as he shrugged on.

“I had fun,” he said with a smile. “I’ve been so focused on this movie, hadn’t been able to go out and just talked about anything except work, so thank you.”

“I know the feeling.” Lilah smiled too and pulled out from her bag his book along with her copy of Life as it is and handing both to him.

“You lent me one, so I thought…” she explained when Keanu gave her a confused look.

“What is it about?” he asked, checking out the blurb on the back cover.

“It’s a collection of short stories, written in the fifties. Rodrigues was really acidic and insightful so they’re really fun,” she said. “If you want to give it a go... we could hang out again and talk about it?” Lilah offered hesitantly.

“Sure,” Keanu replied with a frown and Lilah winced. Did she push too far?

“We don’t have to…” she hurried to say. A second ago Keanu was all smiles and now he almost looked disappointed.

“No, I want to,” he said. “Really.”

“Ok then,” she replied sighing. It wasn’t like she could just grab the book from his hand and run away. “So, give me a call when you’re done?”

“I will. Goodnight.”

After a moment of hesitation, Lilah nodded and headed home, wondering all the way what just happened.

tbc

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seoftheart · 5 years

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100 things i love about johnny

“his english name means “god is gracious” and it’s derived from hebrew words יוֹ (yo) which is the hebrew god and��חָנַן (chanan) which means “to be gracious” and i mean,, true

his korean name is written as 英浩 in hanja characters and they can mean “flower, petal, brave, hero” and “great, numerous, vast” - also true

his lisp

his bad puns and pickup lines

how he donated his voice by recording audio guides to aid artists with development disabilities

how much he loves haechan and taeil :((

how much he loves nct in general

his love for yoona

how he never fails to include both female and male fans when he’s talking so nobody gets excluded

his silky hair

the way he furrows his eyebrows and one side of his upper lip goes up when he says something sassy or tries sounding smart

the little, cute wrinkles that appear on the sides of his mouth when he’s smiling

how hard he works on his chinese and tries to communicate with chinese members in their native language grfsregkajeg

the way he discreetly comforted yeri on enana when she was sick

how he noticed that on the vlive commentary function it said “say something nice” and found it really nice

how he’s really humble about the things he does and his qualities, oh my god !!

he thought his selfies weren’t good and asked for advice and didn’t believe jaehyun and doyoung when they told him his selfies are really good indeed, he was so surprised when they told him!!

his wannabe raps LMAO that rap he wrote in high school still haunts me

he stayed in sm for so long, ever since 2008, but he didn’t give up and made it to debut with nct! he had to watch his friends from exo debut before him while he was left behind but that didn’t discourage him one bit ;((

how he always finds a way to play on enana during the commercial break, and it’s usually playing with the cameras, which is really cute

his smile when he’s talking with the fans

how he always does that dance where he swings his arms left to right constantly while doing the same with hips, in sync with the arm swing and embarrasses others but does it anyway

he always thinks of nct’s international fans!! he always adds a sentence of two in english so everybody understands what’s going on

he has a lot of trouble learning japanese but he still tries so hard ;((

his “boku wa johnny desu”

he’s really shy when someone compliments him, but never fails to compliment others

he has such a nice relationship with enana staff members and always helps them and encourages them

“to everyone out there, i just want to say that whoever’s listening to this is absolutely beautiful, and there’s nothing you need to change about your appearance, you’re already as perfect and unique as you are. don’t let anyone tell you differently. if you ever feel like you’re not worth anything, seek help or change your environment, don’t let the bullies get to you. life is long, life is beautiful. don’t stop right here because of these mean people. live for yourself, live happily, and show them you’re stronger than them.”

saying “bless you” when people sneeze a lot of people overlook, but he finds it meaningful

he always encourages either the nct members or complete strangers when they’re speaking english even though they make mistakes and makes them feel confident about their language skills

that one time he started randomly meowing on enana and made jaehyun laugh

ok but on a serious note tho. johnny likes to,,,meow around. idk if it grew into a (weird) habit of his but he just,,,meows. he meows around jaehyun, he meows around mark, he probably meows around everyone in nct. can i pls get this limited-edition cat too

his super broccoli and super corn t-shirts

his singing voice ;–;

how he never hesitates to do aegyo but regrets it straight afterward so he lowers his head and covers his face with his hands

he said he loves running through the rain when it’s raining and it’s so unusual but cute!

lmao he’s such a hopeless romantic tho, i bet he got that running-in-the-rain idea from a romance film or smth

“to do and regret, rather than not to do and regret”

his hobby is photography and he takes really nice photos which he posts on nct’s instagram!!

his signature is really pretty!! it’s one of the most beautiful signatures i’ve seen an idol have tbh

he plays the piano really well and he used to play it together with jaehyun in their room when they were roommates

during the time he shared the room with jaehyun, jaehyun used to always light up scented candles and it sometimes bothered johnny but he never said anything about it so jaehyun wouldn’t feel bad

also,, he sleeps naked?? but like,, he’s so open with it. he’s like oh? clothes? i don’t wear clothes when i sleep lol and taeil is ????? so c o n f u s e d but johnny is just there, with a big grin on his face lmao

he’s a bit clumsy but it makes him adorable ;-;

his laugh!! it goes from a simple giggle to a high pitched laughter and it’s so recognisable and funny to hear, but it never makes you tired of hearing it

the dimples that appear on his face when he’s smiling, #help

he always gives other members the chance to speak in english if they want to or if they’re confident but never forces them if they don’t want to

how he’s so passionate about photography and he uses his camera more to capture the nature and his members than to take pictures of himself

also. that one photo of a smiley face written on a foggy car window (probably?) that he took is so, so, so important.

seriously, i love the style of photography he is going for!!

how he always participates when nct does volunteer work, like how he went to that school and made meals for children or how he went to a p.e. class and taught the kids how to dance

the way he laughs!! he always laughs in little fits, like, it goes hahaha hahahaha hahaha and it’s a d o r a b l e

how he’s secretly a meme king and loves sharing memes with nct members on their gc but they never reply to him and it’s so sad but so cute fsdjkghs

the way he looks at cameras like they’re the most precious things in the world

he never fails to hype a nct member up!!

how much he loves his family. he doesn’t talk about them a lot but when he does you can see it in his eyes how much he misses his parents. also when he cried when they sent him a video message for his birthday during his smrookies days!!

also when he was so surprised and teared up when his mum sent an audio message to enana back in 2018

“love starts with a smile” - johnny, 170327

he always sees beauty in some things that would usually get overlooked or wouldn’t be seen as beautiful and pretty and he never fails to express how he finds them nice!!

his relationship with mark. it’s not only that they’re english speakers so they’re close, you can see just how much johnny cares for mark. mark is like johnny’s little brother

he has a tendency to say things in a tone someone could find sarcastic but he really means it. he uses these phrases that have grown to be seen as sarcastic only to convey his true feelings and i find it so unique and beautiful (like when he said “it’s beautiful, mark” in the first relay vlive when mark, jaemin, winwin and kun were making standees for the sprouts - one would think he’s saying it just so that he wouldn’t hurt mark’s feelings but if you listen closely enough, you can hear the sincerity in his voice)

how he uses “your one and only” when writing to the fans

also the message on a photocard for the regular-irregular album where he wrote “from your one and only to my one and only” i literally blushed okay.

seriously though, the messages he writes on photocards are so thoughtful and cute, for example on the regulate pc he wrote: “simon says... smile!” and like,, i might have cried.

his face with no makeup on!!!

his thighs that are both muscular and soft, you can’t really tell if he’s really fit or a bit chubby and it makes my heart go whoosh whoosh bc!! my bias!!! is chubby!!!!! and i love it!! !!!!

seriously though, the songs he recommends and/or plays on enana

he says he’s a really clumsy person or it’s just his height so he always bumps into things and i find it adorable even though it must hurt him but how can you not love these small things about this giant man shjsjs

how he sleeps with so many plushies and gives them names and always changes the one he’s hugging at night om g

“pandas. OmG PANDAS” - johnny in ikea

have i already said this but he’s so empathic and compassionate and conscientious and always tries to make people around him feel comfortable with his jokes and warm smiles

he’s also so patient and laid-back and doesn’t get angry so easily, like, someone would probably get angry with yuta were it his phone number that was exposed (even by accident) but johnny was just liek,,,yah it’s okay and forgave yuta and sgjdjsh he’s just so nice :(

how he thinks make-up shouldn’t be limited to girls only and doesn’t believe in gender roles!!

in addition to that, he even appeared in an episode of netflix’s bill nye saves the world that touches on the topic of sexuality & identity and it’s such a big thing for an idol, especially a rookie idol to talk about how kpop is changing the traditional ideas of what gender norms are in such a conservative country??

“just be yourself. i feel like that’s a big point” - johnny in bill nye saves the world

*serious, with a smile on his face* “do you have a boyfriend?” *serious* *can’t contain the cringe and laughter* *turns away in an adorable way*

johnny’s fashion evaluation much?? it’s just him giving weird names to nct’s outfits and pretending to be an expert by giving them star ratings but it’s all just random and it’s so funny shjsh

while we’re at being funny! god of humour!! right there!!!! johnny suh invented humour ok i don’t make the rules

like,, his humour is not the normal kind, i saw many people actually say he’s not funny but LMAO joke’s on you, his humour is the galaxy brain type of humour, it’s like,, a bit dry but it’s so funny if you’re on the same page as him

when he went to ikea with jaehyun to buy a lamp but they only ended up looking at plushies and johnny immediately made friends with two snake plushies, fred and jason. “fred, what are you doing here??” “jason, jason! no, he’s my friend, jason. jason, he’s my friend.” - johnny in ikea, after saving jaehyun from jason’s bite. like that’s so random but it’s working because i’ve melted

him wearing hoodies and putting them over his head while taking photos of his members is so precious and soft!!

the way his pinky kind of drifts away from the rest of his fingers when he’s waving or covering his mouth or doing anything with his hand really

his plump lips and the way they curl upwards a bit and it makes them look so c u t e but they’re also a bit sexy???

he has these scars on his face (a lot of them on his chin) that are almost invisible because of the makeup but i think they’re from pimples, perhaps? but they’re so beautiful and precious and i love them when he smiles and they get a different shape and it’s art?? on someone’s face?????

he speaks so confidently in korean even though it’s not his native language! one would think it is by the way he never stutters or has a loss for words but it’s just because of his never-ending friendliness and confidence that’s a part of his personality

remember the rolling paper event during the 127 1st anniversary party? all of johnny’s messages were the longest ones and were so heartfelt and sincere. he really poured his entire heart while writing those and that only shows just how much he loves his members

his role inside the group may seem unimportant but he’s one of the few people holding the group together. there is taeyong as the leader, but johnny is like a leader from the shadows who puts everyone before himself first - and it is not easy to do

he cares for the foreign members so, so much. out of all the nct members, he’s been in sm the longest and as a foreigner he understands and knows what it’s like to suddenly be in a completely new country surrounded by nothing but strangers. he kept on conversing with ten, both in english and in korean, so ten would feel more comfortable and he’s the main reason ten’s korean has gotten so much better. also, he takes so much patience with the chinese members who have language barriers with both him and the rest of nct and never fails to correct them when they say something wrong or when they can’t think of a word/phrase to say. when they were touring seoul, he was always next to lucas and closely listening to how lucas speaks so that he can help him learn better!!

johnny knows how to flirt and seduce but what he doesn’t know is how to act afterwards so the embarrassment that comes after he says something cringy is just the most adorable think ever (take “do you have a boyfriend?” ig video for an example). he’s just so awkward and he can’t compliment someone without blushing ;(

also oh boy, johnny is just so bad at lying like fksjshksh he can’t keep a secret to save a life. were we, nctzens, not so dumb, we’d get so many spoilers he accidentally gave lmao

while we’re at this, he also can’t have a nice phone because he literally doesn’t care about it, hE THREW IT IN THE FLOOR in that one video, isn’t that enough as it IS

also,,,,,,he put a metal fidget spinner on its screen and somehow expected it not to break?????? just how lovable this idiot is.

he’s so,,,,awkward and cute around girls,,,like,,,,,,,help me. him confessing to yoona (kind of?) is the cutest thing ever and it just fills my heart with love and i!! wanna protect!!!!!

the thing i always look at when i watch enana are his ears because he always fiddles with them and touches the earring(s) and it’s cuuuute

but lmAO somehow the earring(s) always fall out when he does touch them and it’s somehow so,,endearing because he’s so cute jfc

he once said he tries using “thank you” and "i love you” a lot because those words are so powerful and he seems to always want to bring smile to other people’s faces..

also!! his parents call him prince as a nickname and,,well. i might be crying because that’s s o f t

do you know that johnny always tries to wear colourful clothes on rainy days so that he breaks the monotony and the nostalgia of rain?? fdkjhsrgahkdsg

“you can overcome everything with laughter”

also,, have you noticed how he always makes a double peace sign when he’s embarrassed? cute.

#johnny #nct #johnny seo #johnny suh #seo youngho #nct 127 #john suh #john seo #happybirthdayjohnny #happyjohnnyday #100 things i love about #my text #mytext #i love this one man and that man is johnny #i put so much thought into this okay ;(((((#i'll post it on twitter too so know that it's not someone stealing!#<333

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timelock97 · 5 years

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Love Without A Name

Chapter Thirteen: We’re Live Love

Word Count: 3577

Masterlist

Warnings: Fluff, IMPLIED SMUT AT THE END

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"You're going to dig a trench in the carpet if you keep pacing like that, mate." Harrison laughs, causing Tom to flip him off while he waits for his manager's list of options of what we can do to address what had happened on Friday.

Tom had kept the two of us inside the day after the incident to focus on us, and relaxing. We watched movies, cuddled, and had lots of take-out. He had even gone out and let our family and friends know that our phones would be off the whole day so no one would worry. It had been well needed.

"Okay, thanks Brian. We will discuss it and I will let you know what we decide before going further," a pause, "You too, yup, bye." Tom ends the call with a huff raking his fingers into his hair.

"What he say?" Harry asks, sliding his mug between his hands against the counter of the kitchen island.

"He said it was up to me if I want to discuss what happened to (Y/N); which obviously I do." He runs a hand through his hair as he walks further into the kitchen, "He said I could tweet about it, Instagram it, or try and work it into an interview within the next few months-" He lets out an annoyed groan. "It needs to be discussed, and I hate that it has to because it never should have happened. But it did, so now we do because I don't want it to happen again."

"You can't just post on it; it'll look like you are trying to cover something up." Harrison mutters as he takes a bite of a cookie that I had baked earlier. "(Y/N), these are amazing-"

"Thanks, Hazza," I giggle, swinging my legs and lightly kicking the kitchen drawers.

"Yeah, no posts; maybe after discussing it we can because I want the world to know that you are mine, lovey." Tom gives me a soft smile, causing the boys to aww and gag. Tom strides in to swipe at the boys, who laugh. Once the laughter dissipates, he continues. "Waiting for an interview won't be an option. It needs to be addressed soon; I don't want you to feel like you aren't safe to go out of the house because of what happened."

"What if you did a live?" Sam put into the air, "Then it's something that is out now and you can tack it to your page for those who miss it-"

"People will screen record parts too and put it places: YouTube, Tumblr, Pinterest, wherever." I add, looking over at Sam who nods back.

"And as people have questions, you can add to that story so that they can get some of their questions answered." Sam continues, looking back at Tom.

Tom takes in a breath, I can tell that he really doesn't want to address it this way, but we didn't know what else we could do. I stand slowly and walk over to him and wrap my arms around his torso and hug him. "We can even write down some questions that we know we can answer, and discuss that we also won't be telling them everything. And the best part," I look up at him with a goofy grin, "We can finally post our wedding photos. I know RDJ would love to see the comparison picture between him and Sue kissing versus us."

Tom chuckles, pressing a soft kiss to my forehead. He leans his forehead against mine before letting out a soft breath. "Who has a pen and paper?"

Tom and I are settled on the couch, rechecking through our list of questions that we know might be asked and make notes at what else might be good to talk about.

"I can't think of anything else that needs to be discussed." I whisper as I tap the pen on the paper.

"Neither can I." He sighs, laying his head against my shoulder, pressing a kiss there. "Are you ready to do this?"

I nod, kissing the top of his head. "You want me to be in here when you start?"

He shakes his head, "No, I feel like I should talk about it first without you in here."

"Do you want me to be in the chat until you are close to when I should join you?"

"Only if you want to, I can call for you when I think I have talked about it enough if you don't want to."

"I'll stay on chat; if any questions come up I can jot them down." I lift my head away so he can lift his head. He looks at me gently before leaning forward and kissing my lips, deepening it gently while his hand comes to cup my cheek. When I pull away, he lets out a small whine. I run my hand through his hair, messing it up slightly before fixing it. "I'll see you in a few, handsome." I stand slowly, stretching before grabbing the notebook and walking out of the living room.

"I loooooooove you!" He calls, making me giggle and call back and echo of his words which causes him to laugh as well.

Once I am settled in our room, I flop on the bed and wait for the notification to come through. When it does, my heart picks up a bit as I join the chat. Everyone that has joined are sending hearts and saying hello.

Tom gives the people watching a soft smile before speaking, "Hey everyone, how is everyone doing?" Most of the chat really doesn't answer, there are a few that do, but most don't. "I'm back home; the new movie I'm filming is in London to finish up some scenes. But that's not why I am doing a live." I hear him take in a breath before looking back at the screen. "What I want to talk about happened a few days ago. I was still gone, and someone who is very close to me, who is very special to me, had a run in with some of you guys. I don't know if any of those people are watching, but what happened that day cannot happen again."

Questions begin to pop up in the chat.

What happened?

Are you going to talk about that girl?

There weren't full details on what happened.

She was walked out by Haz, I saw.

Tom sighs, looking down for a minute while he is collecting his thoughts before continuing. "On Friday, I found out that my wife was mobbed at our local mall. It was bad, so much so that she had a panic attack. I flew home a few days early to make sure she was okay."

Wife?

Did you just say wife??

But you aren't M A R R I E D??? Show me a ring!

"You heard me correctly, the girl that has been in recent photos that have been popping up is not my girlfriend, she is my wife. What happened is not something I ever wanted her to experience; no one ever wants to feel that way. So that is why I am coming out about this, because I want her to feel safe to be able to roam around and do things that she would normally do without fear of that happening again." He runs a hand through his hair, the annoyance and disappointment evident on his face. "This whole thing is very new to her as well, and we had planned to make it known when we both thought it was a good time. At this point," he shrugs, "Nothing seems better than the present."

Is she okay?

THE FUCK?!

Is she the girls from the photos? She's pretty

I smile turning off my screen, slowly crawling off the bed and making my way down the hall to the living room.

"She is the girl from the photos, her name is (Y/N), and we actually wanted to give you as much information as we are willing to give about our current relationship, as well as talk about her social media platforms-"

"Those will remain private." I say as I pop into frame, causing Tom to jump. I let out a laugh as he whips his head to the side.

"You scared me-"

"I wasn't trying to!" I giggle, wrapping my arms around his neck and kissing his nose before letting go and walking around the couch to sit down. "Uh, hello." I wave a little at the camera, "I'm (Y/N)."

"The love of my life-"

"You are a sap."

"Your sap," Tom lifts swaps his phone into his right hand so he can lift his left into frame to show off his ring, "forever-"

"Maybe we shouldn't have binged Big Bang Theory yesterday." I giggle, swatting at his hand before relaxing back into the couch.

"No, it was a good thing to binge." Tom chuckles, shifting his phone again before clearing his throat. "We came up with a list of some of the questions we thought you all might ask, so we will go through those before we take any questions on here."

"And Tom will tag this into a saved story so anyone who wants to go back through our answers can, as well as we will add answers as life goes on too. But we won't tell you everything, because we also want our life to be private."

"Well, it'll be on my account, but she will tag the story. You all know that I am basically ancient when it comes Instagram." He and I giggle before I wiggle the paper in my lap.

"Let's get started."

Tom and I talk about Heart Haven, about how we had been together for almost two years now (only recently married), and some of the smaller details that we were willing to share. The chat was mostly positive as we discussed everything. However, there were a few who did make some comments, but they got buried in the amount of positive comments. Most saying that they were glad that Tom and I were happy, that they were excited to see where our lives would take us, and eventually asked if there were any plans of little Tom's and (Y/N)'s running around anytime soon.

"I don't think there will be any anytime soon, some day, but not soon." I muse leaning my head on his shoulder. "I personally love kids, so it will happen eventually. But we have plenty of time to talk about that in the future."

"I will say one thing, they will be cute babies," Tom chuckles, bumping my head with his chin. "I mean, look at her-"

"Look at me, look at yourself." I roll my eyes, letting out a squeal when his fingers brush against my neck to tickle me. "Meanie."

"I'm not a meanie! It's not my fault you're ticklish." He chuckles as I stick my tongue out. "Well, guys we have been chatting with you for what, an hour and a half?" He checks the time stamp and nods, "Yeah, we have been on here for a long time. We are going to sign off. If you all have any more questions, I will post a little chat and (Y/N) and I will look at answering more questions within the next few weeks. Thanks for everyone who tuned in, and we will talk to you soon." Tom throws up a peace sign as I wave. Once his phone was off, Tom collapses in my lap, causing me to laugh. He groans loudly as I run my fingers through his hair and tug on the strands slightly while also massaging his scalp.

"I think it went okay."

"I do too; I just hope that nothing else bad happens to you."

"We won't know until it happens." I watch as Tom's eyes dart underneath his closed eyelids. I push his hair out of his face more before sliding my hand down his neck and press it over his heart. "How about I cook lunch then the two of us go to the pub tonight with your family, or friends. That good?"

His eyes flutter open as he smiles at me, "That sounds like a nice night. You took Monday off right?" I hum as I nod, "Good, cause we need a day out and I don't start filming until Wednesday."

"Whatever you are thinking, Holland, I am in."

The next few weeks fell into a quiet bliss. Work continued as normal, Tom was out filming, and nights closed with us crawling into bed and falling asleep curled up together only to wake up separated.

But today was different.

"Tom?" I call from the guest bedroom, standing with my arms on my hips as I stare up into the closet.

"Yeah?"

"Have you seen the box that has my textbooks in it? I need it to look up some treatments." I wait a few moments to see if he responds.

"Uh, I thought it was in our closet."

"Is it?" I call as I walk down the hall back to our room.

"Yeah, it should be on the right side, next to some of my dress shoes." He calls down the hall, "Love?"

I pause in the hall, turning and looking at him standing at the opposite end. "Yeah?"

"I am going to be on a conference call for about an hour, then I'm all yours for the rest of the day." He smiles at me, leaning into the wall.

I smile widely back before clapping like a little kid. "Yay!"

He chuckles, shaking his head. When his phone rings, he pushes himself back off the wall before disappearing into the kitchen.

I turn and make my way back to the bed room, shutting the door behind me as to not bother him while he is on the phone. I walk into the small walk in closet, scanning the top shelf to see if I can find the box. "Ah-hah," I muttered as I walk over to Tom's side where his dress clothes are hanging up. I smile as I stand on my tip-toes to grab the bottom of it and pull the box forward. When the box tilts forward, another box slides off the top plummeting toward me. A small shriek leaves my lungs as I let go of the box I was retrieving and basically jumping into Tom's dress clothes as the two tumble to the floor with a loud thud. I curse under my breath before running to the bedroom door, seeing Tom moving into the hallway with a worried expression, his phone pressed firmly to his ear. "I'm okay, just dropped the box." I giggle, giving him a small thumbs up.

Tom chuckles, sighing gently. "What? No, my wife dropped something in our room and I thought she hurt herself, she's fine. What were you saying?"

I turn back into the room and into the closet. I place my hands on my hips, looking at the books and lose paper scattered across the floor, "(Y/N), you are still a mess." I crouch down and begin repacking my textbooks back into the box to be moved into the office across the hall. As I reach for one book, I notice the other box that had fallen.

It had been months since I had seen in, it's slightly open from falling off the highest shelf. I reach forward and pull the box toward me, placing it in my lap. I pull the lid off, noticing the bodysuit was disheveled, whether it being from falling or from when it had been shipped back to the apartment alongside my wedding dress and Tom's tux.

I pull the piece out, holding it in the light. I wonder how this would look on? I turn and look at the door, "He will be on that conference call for a while, I got time." I look back at the piece again, biting my lip. I let out a small laugh and stand, pulling my shirt over my head and shimmying out of my navy sweatpants. Once completely undressed, I pick the piece off of the floor, slowly pulling the piece up my bare legs and shimmying the straps over my arms. I glance at the box and notice a peach ribbon folded at the bottom. I take it and tie it around my middle, directly over the sheer fabric. I turn and look at myself in the mirror, a small gasp leaving my parted lips. "Damn, Hazel. How did you know this would look this good?" The piece hugged all my curves, making my waist look smaller, and breasts look fuller. I turn a little to look at all my assets, giggling to myself as I tug my hair out of its clip and fluff it around. I blush at my reflection, running my fingers over the lace that is over the bust while my eyes look at where it shifts into sheer fabric over the skin of my stomach only to go back to lace for the thong. I turn and look at my backside, looking at how it makes my butt look a little more plump, lace, sheer, lace fabric pattern repeating until it reaches the top where the criss-cross, spaghetti straps begin. I feel nothing short of gorgeous and dare I say it, sexy.

I walk over to my sweatpants and dig out my phone from the pocket, and turning on the camera, posing in front of the mirror to look back at later. While posing I turn so that my back is facing the mirror with my face peeking over my shoulder to take the photo. Only then do I make eye contact with Tom, who he is perched leaning against the door frame with his arms folded over his chest, a smirk painted on his lips. I squeak as I spin around and look at him, my cheeks burning hot, so much so I can feel the heat coming out of my ears. "Tom! What- I thought you had your conference call."

Tom chuckles, his own cheeks tinted a soft shade of pink. "Uh, I was, but it ended early, so I came to see what you were doing?" He pushes himself of the door frame and slowly strides toward me, smirk still plastered to his lips. "What I didn't expect you to be doing was to be dressed up and posing in this." His hand falls on my waist, tugging me toward him, my hands flying to his chest. "You look gorgeous, darling." Tom leans down and presses a soft kiss to the base of my neck, causing my eyes to flutter shut at the feeling. I shift so my neck is more exposed, causing him to press softer kisses up the column of my throat.

I swallow, taking a minute to let my clouded mind form coherent words. "I, uh, found it when I was trying to get my textbooks down. Decided I was curious how it would look on, and, uh," my breath hitches as his teeth brush against the skin below my ear, my nails clawing into his shirt as he tugs at it gently, leaving a mark that I would have to cover up later. "I didn't think it would look that good on."

"Well, darling, you definitely pull it off." He mutters against my ear before turning his head so his lips can meet my own. The kiss is slow, and passionate, like we have all the time in the world. When he pulls away, he goes back to kissing my neck, sucking more marks into my skin that scream that I am his.

"God, I can't think when you do that." I sigh as I feel his hands travel south to cup my cheeks.

"Well, maybe that's the plan." He chuckles into my skin; I place a hand under his chin, lifting his head from its place against my neck and press my lips against his in a rush, deepening it quickly. Tom groans into my mouth as he leans into me, grasping at the back of my thighs as he lifts me, my legs wrapping around his waist. Tom carries me out of the closet, only pulling away when we fall back onto the bed causing a small shriek to fall past my lips. The two of us laughing a bit, his forehead pressing into mine. "God, I love you."

"I love you too. I'm so glad I met you, so glad I get the chance to be able to spend the rest of my life with you." I whisper, pressing another kiss to his lips.

"I think I got a little ahead of myself here," Tom chuckles, shifting so that he has his knees on either side of my hips instead of his previous position. "I don't want to force you to do anything you aren't comfortable with-"

"Tom," I whisper, causing him to shiver as I place my hand on his cheek, "I wouldn't want anything else. Just, go slow, I'm more than a little inexperienced." I giggle, watching as Tom's soft expression darkens, his tongue darting out to wet his lips.

"Love, all I want you to do is lay back, relax, and enjoy." He mutters against my lips before pressing into me, my hands flying into his hair to pull him impossibly closer.

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mrsedmercer · 5 years

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Steamy Love (Tom Hiddleston x Reader) Part 17: ~Everyone's Attention~

Summary: Tom has a lot to make up for. He must find a way to win you back, but does his plan work?

Warnings: Bitterness. Public Displays of Affection. Paparazzi.

Read it on my Wattpad: @/HiddlesStar

Word count: 2'092

Tags: @theoneanna @midnightdragonzero @drakesfiance @kcd15 @ihthr @deviantsendbyreallife

For that whole night and early morning, you didn't say a word to Tom. Not a single word. You didn't even look at him when you made him a cup of coffee, seeing the slight frown on his face from the corner of your eye as you went to your room to get dressed. You'd both be headed to work soon, but thankfully you didn't have to get any scenes done. Today was more of a wardrobe day. You, Tom, another co-star and the director would be going to different clothing stores to pick out stuff for the characters to wear during the winter portion of the film. You'd probably hang around the co-star. She was nice. Nice and married. Maybe that'll keep Tom from wanting to go on lone weekend dinners with her, too.

...

You didn't mean to feel so bitter. You didn't actually think Tom was "cheating" on you with Amanda. You two weren't really in a committed relationship in the first place, but he says he doesn't share. He was honest about who he was going to see and why he was having dinners with her. He didn't lie. Maybe he was just trying to let her down easy, so he could be with you.

You huffed. Even if that was the case, it seemed like he was willing to risk being seen in public with her rather than with you. You were almost certain someone saw them. Maybe there were already Tumblr and Twitter posts about it. You didn't even want to look. Just thinking about it makes you nauseous.

You got dressed for the day to take your mind off of it.

Tom was feeling sick himself. Sick and disappointed in himself. He didn't even think about possibly being seen with Amanda. He was just focused on letting her down easy so he could be with you, but he took too long to accomplish that. He was more worried about hurting Amanda than losing you. Now, he's slowly losing the chance to really be with you, and not just for lust. He's grown real feelings for you over these last couple weeks. You have been living together for pretty much a month now. He knows now that this is no longer just for pleasure. He needs to win your trust and your feelings back. He plans to speak to you after the day is done. He knows exactly what to say. He'll win you back. He has to.

Once you were both ready, you headed out to meet the director at his van. Tom sat in the back with you, since the female costar was in the passenger seat with security in the very back. You looked out your window once the car drove out of the neighborhood, with one hand at your side and the other on your lap. As you focused on the scenery, you felt a hand slightly rest on top of yours. Without looking, you knew it was Tom's hand, trying to communicate with you without words. You winced, taking a moment before moving your hand away to rest on your lap. You could practically feel his sadness as he let out a slight sigh, moving his own hand away. You weren't giving any pity, though. You were still upset.

When you got to the store, it was in a big outside mall area. You spotted a couple groups of fans across the parking lot, gasping when they saw Tom get out of the car once it parked. Most of them waved at Tom, who kindly waved back with a little smile despite feeling sad. Some of them even waved at you. Maybe they were fans of your streams. Either way, some recognition made you feel a little better, smiling and waving at them as you all entered the store. Security would stop any fans from entering the store, thankfully, though you knew paparazzi was on their way for sure.

You went off with the female costar. Faith was her name. She was nice. You had a similar taste in style, so you two were able to talk and compare, figuring out together what did and didn't look good. Maybe you were making a new friend.

The Director and Tom were out in their own area, though eventually you, Tom and Faith were all in the same aisle, fans visibly watching from the windows outside. Most of them were paying attention to Tom, but the ones paying attention to you kinda made you laugh. One of them was loud enough for you to hear them reference something from your streams, making you let out a laugh. Tom heard you laugh, looking up at you with sad eyes. It was hard to tell if any of the fans noticed how he was looking at you. They were more so focused on his physical appearance.

You both locked eyes from across the clothing aisle, hearing Faith talk to you as you gazed at Tom, though you kinda drowned her out for a moment. You could tell he felt bad for what he had done to you, and in truth, you were tired of being mad. You wanted to be able to be in his arms again, sleep next to him in his bed and kiss him at home after a long day of filming. You wanted to be friendly with him and laugh with him. You missed being with him. You missed him.

He gave you a slight quiet smile, since he understood the reference the fan had shouted to you. He had such a soft smile. It made you melt. You couldn't help but smile back at him. You missed his eyes.

Just as you shared a smile, his phone went off. He winced and checked his phone. You could tell by his expression that it was most likely Amanda. He looked back up at you, and you locked eyes again. You just rolled your eyes and looked back at the clothes Faith and you were looking at before, continuing your conversation with her.

Tom frowned. He could feel you slipping away. He looked down at his phone, then up at you and Faith. He glanced up a bit when he recognized the song starting to play in the store. It was Cyndi Lauper's Time After Time again. He remembered this song playing on the radio when you two went to go get snacks for when you'd watch High Rise together. He really liked this song, and you had grown to like it as well. You've listened to it a lot, and you think of him when you hear it.

Tom looked over at you again, seeing you preoccupied with talking to Faith.

Fuck the plan. Fuck words. He's proving his feelings now, with action.

Without answering it, he dropped his phone into the basket of clothes at his feet and marched over to where you were. He could hear the sounds of his fans calling to him from outside as he marched, but he was only focused on you.

Faith winced as she noticed Tom walking to you, giving a slight point so you'd turn to look at him. You visibly squinted.

"Tom, what--"

Before you could say much, he grabbed you by cupping your face, pulling you into a sudden deep kiss. You were shocked. Faith was shocked. The Director was shocked. Everyone outside was shocked. You could tell this kiss was all for you. He was all for you. It was a hungry, needy, sensual and desperate kiss, practically pouring out his feelings in this one deep kiss.

Without much care for who was watching, you kissed him back, wrapping your arms around his neck. You could hear the shocked and happy screams from outside, as well as slightly feel the flashes of cameras even with your eyes closed. The paparazzi had shown up just in time. They were watching you and Tom. The whole world was watching you two embrace. You almost couldn't believe he would kiss you like this, in front of all these people. Maybe you really do mean a lot to him.

After a few moments, he pulled back, still cupping your face, gazing at you with his big blue eyes. You looked up at him as well, giving him a warm smile. He smiled back. You felt warm again. He really chose you over her, or maybe he never chose her to begin with. Maybe you were always the first.

"...Tom...Earth to Tom Hiddleston." The director came up from behind Tom, tapping him on the shoulder. Apparantly he had been trying to get his attention for a while now.

"Hm?" Tom let go of you and turned to the director, a shy blush on his face.

"If you're done making out with (Y/N), we gotta get going in a couple minutes. You should go pay for your stuff.." He spoke to Tom before walking off.

"R-Right away, sir.." Tom spoke with a nervous little laugh before turning back to you with a soft smile.

"I-I suppose we'll talk later?.." He spoke to you.

You gave a soft chuckle.

"Go get your clothes, big dog.." You spoke, giving him a playful nudge and a wink. He chuckled with you before moving back to where he was before, putting his phone in his pocket and picking up the basket to go pay for what he had in it. That nickname was related to one of the lines from 'Move It On Over', one of Hank's songs that Tom had covered for I Saw The Light. That was the nickname you gave him. He still has yet to think of the perfect nickname for you, but that's not important at the moment. What's important is what just happened, really. He kissed you in front of all of those people. In front of work friends, in front of fans and in front of the paparazzi. You expected those pictures to be posted everywhere in the next couple minutes. You wouldn't be surprised if it would be in the news that Tom has a new girl by the time you'd get back to the house. You were almost excited to see pictures of the kiss.

You turned to Faith, who let out a little laugh.

"Jesus christ, girl. You better feel lucky.." She grinned, making you laugh.

"I feel very lucky.." You admitted with a big smile, walking with her to the counter to pay for your clothes. Once everything was all paid for, everyone went outside to head back to the van. Security made sure no one got to you or Tom, but you could hear some sentances and questions in the crown.

"Are you two dating!?"

"You guys are so cute!"

"Oh my God he's so soft!"

"You're perfect for each other!"

It was really nice, actually. You were recieving all of these nice compliments. You half expected his fans to run you down like a stampede. They were nice than most fandoms.

In the van ride to the next store, Tom put his hand on top of yours again, only this time you didn't move your hand away. You let him hold your hand, giving him a warm smile.

"Tweets are already going out about the kiss.." Faith admitted, checking her phone while she sat in the passenger seat. "Theres already pictures of you two in the Tom Hiddleston tag.."

"Whoops.." Tom shrugged, you letting out a soft giggle.

"That was the most intense form of PDA I've certainly ever seen.." The director chuckled. "Show that on set next time."

"Oh, I'm certain they will, now that it's public knowledge.." Faith smirked.

"I hope that didn't cause any trouble.." You chimed in. "They were screaming quite a bit.."

"I believe that's my fault.." Tom raised his other hand slightly.

"You're right. It is." You joked, looking at him with warm eyes. He looked at you with a little laugh. You were happy to be able to share these moments with Tom again. It wasn't pleasant being angry.

You still planned to talk to him once the day was over, but for now, you wanted to enjoy his company again. You'd be spending the rest of the day going from store to store to get different things, so you planned to be close with him for the rest of the day, knowing the pictures and attention would just keep rolling in. You wanted Amanda to know who he belonged to.

Tom is yours.

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roseamongroses · 5 years

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Antithesis: (1) “cracks knuckles its time to get educated fools”

Summary: For their Junior project, Roman is unceremoniously paired with Dmitri.

He's hardly interacted with the guy, a strange occurrence since Virgil has had a weird/unexplained hate-hate relationship with him since middle-school. But it isn't like he's complaining. Dmitri's cute, he compliments Roman, and damn can he paint.So Roman may or may not catch feelings, and he may not be wiling to uncatch them anytime soon.--Dmitri returns the sentiment.

[General Warnings:] Misgendering, Past Misgendering, Past Bullying, Mild Sexual Content, implied emotional abuse, Cursing [Tags/mood:] highschool au, project troupe, fluff and angst but its all good, chat fic, teen stress, its flordia no snow we die like men [Pairing:] Roceit (Roman Sanders/ Deceit Sanders), hinted future/possible logince/roloceit/loceit [Characters] Roman Sanders/Deceit (Dmitri) Sanders, Virgil Sanders, Logan Sanders, Patton Sanders, Remy (Sleep) Sanders, Nate Sanders, Dragon Witch (Diana)

(1) (2)

R: hey this is Roman[star] [crown] [star]

R: what do you have in mind for the project??

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As simple as that text was, according to his very reliable memory, it took him exactly an entire decade to work up the nerve to send that. And he was not a coward mind you- reasonably afraid of sudden movements, sure, but no damn coward. He made sure to inherit the fight gene when he was in the womb with Virgil, around the same time he graciously decided not to absorb the little shit.

As if to further emphasis the magnitude of his fetal sacrifice, Virgil gulped down the rest of the milk. Straight from the pint. Just as Roman poured his cereal.

Virgil raised an eyebrow, “What’s got you all riled up prin-cy?” he tossed the pint. Even though Mom wasn’t there to rag on him for being an absolute heathen, she could still do so later if he left behind evidence.

“Nothing, nothing at all.” He ate his cereal dry, carefully avoiding Virgil’s scrutiny.

“Oh--” Virgil choked, “Oh shit, what did you do.”

“Excuse me,”Roman squawked, “I did nothing, you here? I am a good child.”

“Fuckface,”

“We have the same face,”

“Fuckface,” Virgil flicked his dyed purple, and regularly straightened hair for emphasis, “Last time you didn’t actively shout your problems, we found several stray cats in your room--and then there's the time you lit grandpa’s shed on fire with your self care candles and then there was the homecoming incident of fres-”

“--Ok,” Roman interrupted, “--wow Virgil, drag up my entire hero’s journey while you’re at it,” he pouted, “It’s no big deal, really.”

“When the hero’s journey could make a convincing argument in a court of law that you’re unreasonably fire-prone, then yes it's a big deal Ro, spill.”

“I’m just a little,” understatement, “Overwhelmed, by our junior project--” It's definitely not the project, definately definately, definitely not the project.

“That thing?” Virgil frowned, confused, “Me n’ L, going down to the space-station to do interviews, and a couple of presentations, what's going on in the art department?”

“Fuckin’ nerds,” Roman snorted, stabbing his cereal again, “Pat jus’ had to switch last minute to help the new kid out, so Dee and I got paired together and he--”Roman looked up,suddenly very aware of how Virgil’s normally slouched position became deathly straight, face calm, “Uh...Virge…?”

Roman feels like he forgot something important.

Virgil smiled, “What did that snake-fucker Dmitri do?”

Bingo, that’s what he forgot.

It wasn’t like Virgil’s thing with Dee was something that could be traced back to one particular incident, more like a culmination of the two being forced into being in each others general vicinity when they did not in fact want that company.

Roman avoided that drama, mainly because Virgil and him could hardly stand each other at the time either. So most of what he knows is second hand.

Though Virgil has explained it as, “When he opens his mouth, my flight or fight response is activated.” and as far as Roman knows Dmitri just returned the sentiment.

Roman shoved another spoonful of cereal in his mouth, “Chill, it’s Nothing, really, just, he said something that caught me off guard, that’s all.”

Virgil’s eyes narrowed, “If he does it again, tell me,” he said, “Logan says I can restart the prank war with probable cause.”

Roman shrugged,“-Kay” he said

He will most certainly not.

---

D:Sanders? from 3rd block?

R: ye who else would i be??? where is this other roman???

D:Who knows? How do I know you’re not Virgil w/ Roman’s phone?

R: //gasp// i am no fake.

D: Proof?

R:[Picture: Roman’s knees are pulled to his chest, him pouting at the camera.

His hair dyed aubrun and thrown into a messy bun, paint and freckles littering his brown skin]

[ThatOneGuyThatVirgilHates <3’s a picture]

D: Oh thank god you are the cute one

---

[out of the way fives]

Hotleg: so.

Sipsipsippin: dammit roman.

Hotleg: i didnt even say anything how dare

Sipsipsippin:hon, i dated you, i know.

Hotleg: we made out like once

Sipsipsippin: i know.

Hotleg: it was like, eigth grade

Sipsipsipin: i k n o w

Hotleg: ok, ok wise and powerful, remington. Guess who it is, bitch.

Sipsipsippin: ill bite

Sipsipsippin: logan?

Hotleg:....

Hotleg: id say ew, but,,,im not entirely agnst that, ,,, i

Hotleg: nope no, it is not infact logan

Sipsipsippin: FUCK i owe pat a five

Hotleg:????betrayl??????in my sanctum????

Sipsipsippin: shh, i did not type that and you saw nothing

Sipsipsippin: gah give me a hint

Hotleg: hes,,,, good with his hands ;)

----

Remy slammed his hands down the table, “Roman you filthy animal tell me who it is.”

A few people nearby looked up, startled, but not entirely surprised. Patton still winced, pointedly looking at his book and pretending like he didn’t know these actual public disturbances but didn’t bother to move. Which is hard to do regardless, when one Roman has made your shoulder his home.

“Sorry can’t speak english,” Roman said, exaggerating his drawl. He picked off of the leftovers on Patton’s plate, avoiding the daggers being driven into him from behind Remy’s tinted frames.

“Patton, do you know?” Remy asked.

Patton frowned, “Know what?” He flipped a page.

“Our wittle Roman’s got a cwush.” Remy slid into a chair, grabbing a fry.

Patton tilted his head, giving Roman a smile, “A crush you say?”

“Shit.” Roman moved to scramble out of his seat, but Patton somehow managed to put down his book, and fit his arm snug around his waist, tugging him lightly back down.

“Pattonnnn,” He whined, “This is an abuse of my need for affection.”

“Poor baby boy,” Patton hummed, “So, about this crush.”

“C’mon Pat, it could just be a squish,”

“Ro, do you find all your squishies that attractive?” Remy said.

“I find all of my friends aesthetically pleasing, I love you all, lots. I would kill for all of you without hesitation.” Patton rested his chin on Roman’s head, “Did he talk about their hands?” he asked pointedly.

“He wrote poetry.”

“Not to romo,” Patton said, “but yeah it’s a Roman Crush™.”

“I just said how much I loved you guys and this is the betrayal I receive? I thought y’all were the Evagiline to my Ray- instead you’re the animation industry to my animators.”

“Bitch, you bugged me all last week about the same shit,” Remy shot back, lovingly, “Karma’s here, so tell me his name or I’m stealing your toenails and feeding them to your first born.” He sipped his drink, face victorious.

Mid gasp, Roman felt Patton’s grip around his waist tighten. He turned around curiously finding Patton’s attention no longer at the table.

Roman followed his line of sight, blinking, “Dmitri?”

“You have a crush on D--fuck,” Remy hissed, rubbing where Roman’s heel dug into his thigh.

“Sorry can’t hear you,” Roman gritted through his teeth, “--call again after the beep bi-Hi Dee!”

Patton leaned back in his chair, picking up his book again but had yet to remove his arm.

Dmitri shifted the tray in his hands, “Uh, hey,” he smiled, “Can I talk to you?” His hair was down today, the short bob barely falling past his shoulders, but his clothes were noticeably covered paint, yet frustratingly enough other than that, nothing seemed ruffled or half assed. All clean lines and angles.

“What about?” Roman’s brow furrowed.

“Yeah,” Remy chimed, waggling his eyebrows, “What abou-oW.”

Dmitri ignored that, “Can I talk to you,” He glanced at Patton, “Privately,” he emphasised, “I found some old art magazines and projects in the library storage room, Mrs. Ider said we can check it out.”

“Uh, okay,” Roman nodded dumbly. He hopped up, snagging a fry before he followed Dmitri.

Walking down the long stretch of hallway, Roman found himself checking his watch several times- something he hardly ever does. Yet, the uncomfortable silence lingered, with only Dmitri’s avoident gazes and the clicks of Roman’s boots to fill the silence.

Lucky for Roman, his tendency for avoidance was relatively short on supply.

“Did I do something wrong?” Roman forced himself not to wince at how needy he sounded.

Dmitri opened the door for him, blinking, “Of course--” his voice dropped to a a whisper as the entered, “Of course not, why do you say so?”

“You seem different?”

“We’ve hardly talked before, aside from text.” Dmitri reasoned, tone awfully similar to when Logan’s trying to justify consuming an entire jar of Crofters in one sitting.

“Dee,” Roman said, raising an eyebrow, “That’s true, but you’re hardly one to get… nervous,” he said, “I’ve heard enough stories from Virgil alone to know.”

Dee froze, neither smiling or frowning, “What… type of stories.” His cheeks were delightfully pinched pink. “Tell me what I did wrong and--” Roman switched on the light to the libraries storage room, hiding a wicked smile as he glanced back, “And I’ll tell you some of my favorites.”

“Just wonderful,” Dmitri muttered, stepping inside as well, “But truthfully you did nothing wrong, I just don’t quite know how to do apologies.”

“Same,” Roman said, “Where are the ‘zines?” he distractedly asked, dragging the step ladder from behind the door.

“Back, left shelf,” Dmitri replied. He steadied the step ladder as Roman climbed up searching the dusty shelves. “What were you trying to not apologize for?” Roman asked, dropping magazines to the floor beside him.

“The...flirting?”

“Oh just the flirting?” he paused, holding a magazine to his chest, “Oh.” he repeated, now breathless. Dmitri looked way, ”Yeah, it didn’t mean anything, sorry,” he said, “I didn’t know you had a boyfriend, I swear I’m usually only a little sleazy.”

“So,” Roman dropped the next magazine, ”It was a joke.” He said a bit quieter, the magazine slapped the ground with more force.

“So is everything cool or…?”

“Uh,” Roman breathed in, blinking rapidly, “Uh, yeah it's all-- Wait, did you say boyfriend?”

“Yes...Is he not?”

“Who, who would--Oh. Oh, No, Patton isn’t--” Roman’s shoulders sagged, “We’re just friends.”

Roman stepped down from the ladder and was met with Dmitri’s look of skepticism.

“Oh, then I meant every word.” Dmitri said, all too casually, “Are you always so touchy with your friends?” he questioned, voice softer.

“Only if they want to.” Roman shrugged, “What do you and your friends do?”

“I don’t have… that many,” Dmitri admitted with a shrug of his own, the two of them hefting up their own pile of magazines, “And the ones I do would probably punch me if I tried anything like that.”

“Do you want to be able to do that?” Roman questioned, tugging open the door with ease, holding it open for Dmitri with his back. Dmitri was quiet, the two settling the stacks onto a table.

“Hey you don’t have to answer it’s really no pressu--”

“No it's fine,” Dmitri said, hugging his arms, “I’d… think I would, but I doubt any of my friends would want to…” His nose curled, “They’d tell me to piss off and get a girlfriend,”

“Well,” Roman said, “I’m your friend, and I’m certainly not going to promote the heterosexual agenda, unless that’s your thing, so I guess the awful duty of cuddles befalls on me,” He winked.

Dmitri looked at him again, “...I guess it does.”

Ao3

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