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shinydelirium · 3 years

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Kiro’s Rumors and Secrets: Discarded Light (Season 2 Chapters 6-9) Translation [CN]

***SPOILERS*** THIS POST CONTAINS HEAVY SPOILERS FOR CONTENT NOT YET RELEASED ON EN SERVER!!! READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!!!***

So I lied when I said I was gonna translate and post Kiro’s Season 2 chapter 12, lol. But rest assured, it will be next. Just wanted to include this R&S after translating chapter 8-9 to provide some more insight into Kiro’s character from an outsider’s perspective. Although it’s also a pathetic excuse to delay the chapter 12 translation cuz I know it’s gonna hurt just as much as the first time I read it T_T

Anyways, enjoy~

This “superstar” is always beyond everyone’s expectations.

[Chapter 1]

The giant, reinforced concrete extends high into the sky, and the spotlessly wiped glass reflects the neon and dilapidated crescent moon in the distance.

Ah Liu perched on the top of the building, aiming at the silent building opposite him.

Soon, the 8 o’clock bell and a sound in his earphones rang at the same time.

“It’s time to start.”

Ah Liu tightened the rope harness, confirmed the safety of the landing point, and jumped down into the bottomless abyss between the two buildings.

Ah Liu is a bartender, a kind of superficial meaning.

Although he is indeed employed by the owner of Mondlicht bar, his work is not just about bartending and wiping glasses.

“A guest will come in the afternoon, and you will be in charge of collecting it.”

In the bar, the man behind the counter hummed a small tune and placed the wine glasses on the shelf as usual, attached to the task at hand without raising his head.

Ah Liu nodded and when he got up, he heard the man add another sentence.

“This time it’s a long-term big deal. The employer’s status is a bit special, so be more cautious.”

Ah Liu has done many assignments, but the boss reminded him as if this is first time.

This means that the employer is really not good at talking.

The owner threw a report from the counter. Ah Liu took it and looked up in surprise after a few glances.

“What is this person?”

The owner knew what he was thinking, and smiled amusingly.

“When you see him, you will know how kind and compassionate my reminder is.”

Ah Liu put the file on the table suspiciously. The knife in his hand gave off a silver light, feeling a bit funny.

The man on the file has brilliant blonde hair and his blue eyes seem to reflect a clear lake along with a pure smile.

Even Ah Liu, who doesn’t know the entertainment industry at all, knows the person in the photo.

Kiro, the most sought-after superstar of the Inverted Smile Film and Television Company.

His smile appeared on the electronic screens in the streets and alleys as well as on the packaging bags of the new potato chips in the convenience store, making it difficult to miss for anyone who passed by.

Why would such a person who stands at the top, shining and dazzling, pay a big price for a piece of information?

Ah Liu glanced at the file. The paper listed the employer’s request and the price.

The price is irresistible, and the request is worthy of this astronomical price that is suffixed with many zeros.

“The work content of other people has already been arranged, so please prepare.”

Ah Liu made a rough estimate of the time and energy required to take this big arrangement, and then thought about his fortune, and neatly put the file into his pocket.

“It seems that for a long time, we have to work for this Mr. Kiro.”

Soon the appointed time arrives.

When the door of the bar was pushed open, Ah Liu involuntarily glances over.

The person who came in wore a black hat and was dressed up very simply. He walked straight to the bar, threw an envelope to the owner, and then reached out and took off the hat, revealing his golden hair.

“As agreed before.”

He said the words briefly, as if he didn’t want to say more.

If he hadn’t already known his identity, Ah Liu felt that the star’s temperament at the moment was more suitable for this bar than him.

The owner nodded, put away the envelope, and raised his chin towards Ah Liu.

Ah Liu leaned against the bar, turned the knife in his right hand, raised his eyebrows at the guest in front of him and said hello.

In fact, generally speaking, the attitude towards guests should be a little more polite, but Ah Liu was inexplicably teasing. Perhaps because of the other person, or perhaps he was just curious about the true appearance of the superstar hidden under his handsome face.

However, Kiro’s expression was plain and straightforward.

“My request, you should know everything.”

It was completely different from the reaction he expected. Ah Liu pulled back his shoulders and put away his knife.

“Almost. Although it’s a bit tricky, it can be done.”

It was probably the first time Kiro saw someone who dared to speak so directly. He raised his eyes and reminded him not to be serious.

“Think carefully, don’t accept the task so quickly.”

“We are in this business, and we have to do it to the end after receiving the customer’s order. Although this task is not my responsibility alone, but since it’s within the scope of my work, I will definitely do it for you.”

Ah Liu was frank and extended his hand towards Kiro.

“I will follow you in the future.”

Probably out of respect, Kiro held the hand that was stretched out, but that’s all. He didn’t seem to want any contact other than trading with the person in front of him.

“How it’s done, I will tell you later.”

After he said this, he didn’t stay any longer, so he turned and left the bar.

“Why did you find this star? He’s a bit different from what I thought.”

Ah Liu turned around, tapped his index finger on the table, making a clicking sound.

The owner slowly handed him a glass of wine and smiled meaningfully.

“He’s really not any ordinary star.”

“As for what kind of person, you will know soon enough.”

[Chapter 2]

Ah Liu is a practitioner with a sense of professional ethics.

Although he found it very difficult to understand the employer’s, Kiro’s, request, he paid enough for Ah Liu to add ingredients to the menu shamelessly. While eating instant noodles, he made preparations very rigorously.

When Ah Liu completed all the preparations, Kiro also came as scheduled, with a laptop computer.

Ah Liu didn’t think Kiro could help him with his work, but half an hour later, his impression of Kiro was completely overturned.

Kiro asked for some relevant information, then turned on the computer with familiarity, tapping the keyboard quickly with his fingers.

Soon, lines of complex codes flashed across the screen like some kind of fluorescent green tide with special beauty.

Ah Liu stared at Kiro’s movements dumbfounded and couldn’t help but utter a hometown dialect.

“Yo, how are you so good?”

Ah Liu knows that when employers choose a place like theirs, it means that they need to deliver a little more or less of their own secrets and trust.

But….it’s already hard being a star right now, do you have to have to work part-time on the side too?

The security system on the screen was easily hacked, and the red warning turned into a green traffic sign. Kiro stopped typing until he locked a certain area on the outskirts of Loveland City.

“Found it.”

He stretched his waist and habitually reached near the computer as if looking for something to drink.

When he didn’t feel anything he gave a soft “huh”. His extended hand stiffened for a second, and then quickly retracted it, speaking nonchalantly.

“I have locked a few addresses that appear to have logged in to the server, but the specific locations need to confirmed.”

“How is it on your end?”

Although shocked by Kiro’s hacking skills, Ah Liu did not forget his work, and pointed to the surveillance screen in front of him.

“The monitoring software is installed, but there is no movement yet.”

“I suggest waiting for another two or three days to take a look.”

Kiro nodded, put away the computer, put on his hat and mask, and left quietly.

Ah Liu stood up, moved his shoulders and inadvertently walked towards the window.

Next to a vending machine on the corner downstairs, Kiro, wearing a black hood, was bending over to drop coins and soon a bottle of green soda rolled out.

He was a little far away, but Ah Liu still saw the drink clearly.

The green apple flavor is very high in sugar, and young girls are unwilling to buy it, so they are always not able to be sold.

Kiro finished drinking in one breath. His eyes raised slightly, showing a satisfied look. He threw the plastic bottle into the trash can briskly, then turned and left.

Ah Liu once again became curious about Kiro.

[Chapter 3]

He didn’t meet Kiro again until a long time later.

During this period, Kiro did not take the initiative to contact Ah Liu, and he has been diligently monitoring the marked area while waiting for Kiro’s news.

The days of waiting were a bit boring. It wasn’t until one time, on the convenience store TV news that Ah Liu learned that Kiro was involved in a “wounding incident” and revealed his identity as an Evolver.

Ah Liu slurped the instant noodles. On TV, Kiro looked directly at the camera and generously admitted his hidden identity.

He swallowed the instant noodles, wondering what he was doing.

Although he didn’t have much contact with Kiro, he knew very well—this person would not be so reckless and willful, and that he might have his own reasons behind this incident.

After that, a while later, Kiro’s company also underwent some trouble, and he himself claimed to retreat for creation purposes.

In the silence, Ah Liu disassembled and reassembled the pistol bought from the black market in the dark. The screen beside the pistol showed clues that he finally tracked down.

Hunter game.

It’s time to contact his employer, he thought.

In the dark, the cheerful and broad bells rang—

The so-called hunter game, even though Ah Liu never heard of it before, Kiro specifically called him to investigate since it was also related to what they had checked before. Naturally, Ah Liu concentrated all his time and energy into it.

When following Kiro’s clues, he slowly became more aware that there was a behemoth showing his minions in the darkness.

But it paid off, and finally someone bit the hook that had been cast before.

Ah Liu stuffed a pistol into his waist, holding his cell phone, and dialed Kiro.

The phone picked up after a few rings.

“What’s up?”

“I found a building where the other party had been active. I’m going to explore it tonight. If I’m lucky, I might find something.”

Kiro on the other end paused for a moment, inhaled and quickly stopped talking.

It seemed that Kiro was not the only person on the phone. Ah Liu vaguely heard another person speaking to Kiro and his voice rose naturally.

“Savin, I’m really not stealing snacks. If you don’t believe me, then come and see for yourself.”

“Hey—wait, come back later. Now I’m bitter. As soon as you interrupted, the melody of my new song is gone.

“I never told anyone that you hid my three boxes of snacks and two refrigerators of carbonated drinks. So inhumane….”

The voice gradually became quieter, and it was probably the person named “Savin” who finally left Kiro alone.

Ah Liu felt that Kiro was really weird.

Obviously, he has the warmth of light that ordinary people can’t touch, but he had to turn around and go to the darkness.

He wanted to ask why, but held back.

Employers have their own secrets to some extent. Keeping to their duties and not asking too much is the best way to stay out of this circle.

After a while, Kiro’s calm voice came from the phone again.

“Send me the address and I’ll find you.”

“I’m fine by myself. You don’t trust me when I say this?”

Ah Liu felt that Kiro didn’t trust his capability. He repeatedly emphasized that his business potential was very good. His performance ranking has been ranked first.

But Kiro still insisted on working with him and Ah Liu couldn’t help but send Kiro the location of the building.

[Chapter 4]

Under the endless night sky, Ah Liu received Kiro’s signal.

He stood up and flung himself into the opposite building with the help of the rope. After he rolled into the room and came to a stop, Ah Liu suddenly held his breath.

There were no clues left as expected. The whole room was empty. The huge glass windows were opened and the cold moonlight showed the man’s brilliant blond hair and the timed explosive device in front of him.

“Was it successful?”

“It seems that someone expected this visit and left us a gift.”

Kiro’s expression was very calm but when Ah Liu saw the detonator under his feet, he couldn’t help sucking in a cold breath.

Kiro seemed to be indifferent, tapping quickly with both hands on the computer and laughed coolly.

“Although the internal structure is complicated, it is still flawed…”

“How long will it take?”

‘Five minutes.”

Ah Liu glanced at the time displayed on the screen and the countdown just reached five minutes.

“The risk is too great.”

Ah Liu crouched down, took out a wire from the portable tool bag beside him and gently inserted it into the bomb.

“Leave it to me, it will be done in a minute.”

He specializes in surgery. Ah Liu is best at disassembling and reassembling various complicated equipment. He moves cautiously.

Kiro didn’t say anything, he stopped hacking and switched to another interface.

There is nothing in this world that can come and go without a trace. No one can be completely invisible.

The ability of top hackers is to dig out some seemingly and completely irrelevant content from the vast data stream, and continue to piece together and combine them until they restore the trajectory of something generated, assembled, grown, and disbanded.

Every day, the flood of information carries everyone’s joy, anger, and sorrow, surging through the city and no one can stay out of the matter.

The people who had been in this room carefully avoided all information channels, but it was precisely this carelessness that allowed Kiro to find their exact address.

The computer snapped shut and Kiro briefly breathed out. At this time, Ah Liu also successfully analyzed the data of the detonator and shut it down perfectly.

“It’s done.”

Ah Liu stood up and looked at Kiro.

“What are you going to do with this thing? Take it away or keep it here?

“Since they gave such a ‘big gift’, how about a ‘return gift’?”

Kiro turned and walked towards the door hidden in the dark. Ah Liu picked up the device that had turned into a pile of scraps on the ground, and walked to catch up with Kiro.

After coming out of the building, Ah Liu stopped when he passed a small alley.

“Hold up.”

He shouted to Kiro and dropped a few coins into a battered vending machine.

With two crisp ‘plops’, accompanied by mechanical electronic sounds, two cyan bottles of carbonated drinks were held by Ah Liu.

He handed Kiro a bottle but didn’t move to take it. His voice was a little cold.

“I don’t like being spied on by others.”

Ah Liu laughed a few times, trying to pat Kiro’s shoulder, but was subtly averted. He didn’t feel embarrassed, so he touched his head instead.

“Shouldn’t a celebrity be used to being watched by others?”

Probably when he was immersed in darkness, no one would exactly associate him with the dazzling star on stage.

Kiro froze for a moment, then took the carbonated drink from Ah Liu’s hand.

“By the way, when the device was dismantled, how could you be sure that I could do it? Weren’t you afraid we would all be blown up?”

The person in front of him showed a slight smile. Although it was shallow, it was indeed Kiro’s smile.

At this moment, he seemed to be covered with light and shadow, and the sun and moon were equally magnificent.

“It was just a gamble.”

“It turned out that I was right.”

He finished his drink in one breath and walked around the corner with his hands in his pockets.

Ah Liu suddenly felt that Kiro was very interesting. If he worked with him, he would probably gain a lot of things that he hadn’t encountered before.

Thrilling enough, but also exciting.

For men, true friends should be like this.

In the bottom of his heart, he listed Kiro as a friend who had already had a “friend for life and death”, so he shouted to him.

“I’ll study the internal structure of the device when I go back. I’ll tell you the results but it will take several days.”

The person in the distance did not answer and disappeared into the depths of the night.

[Chapter 5]

It took a lot of effort to crack the device, and several days had passed by the time Ah Liu got all the analytical data.

Kiro sent the other party’s real server address. Following this clue and the special materials of the installation, Ah Liu has been busy for a long time. He also managed to get a sense of the so-called “Hunter Game” in his mind.

At this moment, perhaps somewhere in this world, a silent survival game is being staged.

Although he is used to fighting and killing, the nature of the incident is completely different. He feels it is necessary to tell Kiro immediately.

But the phone call couldn’t get through.

After waiting for a while at Mondlicht, Ah Liu got up and decided to go directly to Kiro.

One minute late, one more minute for risk of exposure.

However, Kiro had a deal with him, and the less people knew, the better. Instead of alerting the security guard, Ah Liu walked to the gate of the backyard with his waist bent.

The security system of the gate is complicated and difficult to understand.

When Ah Liu was scratching his head to study how to crack it, he suddenly heard Kiro’s voice.

He was sitting cross-legged in the yard with a mobile phone, a golden retriever in front of him.

Not knowing what the person on the other end said, Kiro spoke briskly, with a smile that could not be contained:

“Wait for me to show you the mushrooms I’ve grown these days! This one on top of my head is new!”

“I wrote a song at home these last few days and I will send it to you when I make the demo.”

“When the ban is lifted in a few days, I must have a big meal!”

“Do you have anything you want to eat?”

……

He naturally exudes the aura of a “little sun”. The grand light not only comes from Kiro, but it also seems to come from the person on the other end of the phone.

It turned out to be so, Ah Liu suddenly realized.

He has always wondered why Kiro had so many contradictory points, but the bright star walks in the dark, intersecting with people of his identity.

Now he found the answer.

Because even the stars that live above the clouds have a future that they want to gaze at and protect forever.

Suddenly, there was a shattering sound—

Ah Liu looked forward immediately. He didn’t know what was said on the phone. Kiro stood up instantly, holding the phone tightly, his eyes were full of fear and anger.

Next to him was a glass that has been broken into pieces.

This was the first time Ah Liu saw this look on Kiro’s face.

He seemed to have noticed something and without hesitation, he pushed aside the branches of the tree and walked straight out.

Since seeing Kiro’s first side, Ah Liu has not been accurate in all of Kiro’s predictions. But this time, he confidently wants to try again and he has a hunch that he will not be wrong.

And that is—

Kiro is a person worthy of his trust.

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thirteen-beaxhes · 5 years

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So What’s the Question? (Tyrus One Shot)

Summary: Cyrus is in a flight, losing his mind to boredom. That is, until, the cute boy next to him falls asleep on his shoulder. (A fic based on the 36 questions to fall in love)

Words: 9015

(Long note at the end so fair warning)

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As Cyrus rolled his head around, trying to combat his stiff neck, he was starting to remember why he wasn’t particularly fond of flights. The long hours, the too-cold air conditioning, the closed space, the cramped seats, he could have gone on forever. And it had only been 30 minutes since take off.

Cyrus groaned inwardly, glad of only one thing, as he looked out the small airplane window at the clouds below. There weren’t that many people in the flight that day, and there was only one other person in his row. A boy with blonde hair who was wearing a grey camo hoodie was fast asleep on the seat next to him. That sight hit him with a twinge of jealousy. He wished he to could sleep away the flight. Instead, he was cursed with staying awake for another 2 hours until he was back home. Oh wait, Cyrus realised. There was an hour drive from the airport after that. Cyrus hit his head against the back of the seat.

Well, might as well listen to some music and read those articles you saved. Cyrus sighed and reached into his bag, pulling out earphones and plugging them into his phone, clicking on Marina’s new album. He could use some pop beats as he scoured his phone for the articles he had saved for the flight. The synth and piano sound echoed through Cyrus’ head as he clicked on one that read ‘To Fall in Love with Anyone, Do This’. Huh, why had he saved that? Didn’t seem like him, Cyrus thought but then remembered the premise. Apparently, a psychologist Arthur Aron had done an experiment whereby 2 complete strangers fell in love after asking each other 36 questions.

Pretty impossible. Like that could happen.

Cyrus opened the article and started reading. He got quite absorbed in the article, the initial experiment being intriguing and the anecdote that followed equally so. He was so engrossed that he grew oblivious to his surroundings, just waving away the air hostesses politely when they asked him if he needed anything.

He was oblivious, that is, until he felt a weight fall on his shoulder.

Cyrus froze, almost dropping his phone. Slowly, he turned his head to look at his shoulder, brushing against blonde hair.

Oh.

The boy next to him was so deep in sleep that unknowingly, he must have rested his head on Cyrus’ shoulder for some form of support. And Cyrus didn’t really blame him. Airplane seats are uncomfortable.

Cyrus felt weird looking at the sleeping boy, but he couldn’t help it. He was so close, and he smelled really good. Wow, that was creepy. Cyrus just kept looking at him, realising to his surprise and his rising heart rate. He had freckles. Oh lord. Sound the alarm.

Cyrus tried to stay as still as possible, not wanting to wake up the cute boy. But of course, fate was not on his side. Cyrus moved slightly to adjust his posture, but that ended up disturbing the boy, leading to his blinking around groggily.

“What?” the boy asked, his voice low and deep. He looked around until he made eye contact with Cyrus. Realising the lack of space between them, he soon realised what had happened, his eyes going wide with horror.

“Oh my god, I slept on your shoulder, didn’t I? I am so sorry,” the boy said, moving back, much to Cyrus’ disappointment.

“No, no. It’s okay,” Cyrus said, trying to reassure the boy. “I don’t really care.”

However, the boy moved away, running his hand through his hair. His face had gone red as he avoided looking in Cyrus’ eyes, clearly flustered. Cyrus also felt his cheeks grow warm, but a smirk played at his lips looking at the boy. He’s interesting when he’s flustered.

Focus.

Cyrus cleared his throat and, to try and get the boy to stop freaking out, he grabbed his hand. The boy instantly went quiet, looking up at Cyrus nervously. Cyrus took a breath, perplexed by why he suddenly couldn’t breathe.

Maybe cuz he was holding the hand of an insanely attractive boy. But that’s just a suggestion.

“It’s okay,” Cyrus said softly, giving the boy’s hand a light squeeze. “You were asleep. Besides, I didn’t mind.”

“Are you sure?” the boy asked nervously.

Cyrus nodded, letting go of his hand. He didn’t want to, but he reminded himself that this was literally the first time that they had spoken. Besides, the longer he held his hand, the more Cyrus began planning their wedding. Wait, what?

Then the boy gave Cyrus a small smile, and he could feel his heart melt into a puddle. He held out a hand to Cyrus.

“I’m TJ.”

Cyrus returned the smile and the handshake. “Cyrus.”

They sat in comfortable silence for a while as Cyrus put away his earphones, having a feeling that he wasn’t going to be needing them for the rest of the flight. As he bent down to put them away, he felt TJ tap lightly on his shoulder.

“Is that a pride pin?” he asked curiously.

Cyrus looked down to where TJ was pointing, at the rainbow pin on his denim jacket. He gave a soft laugh, holding up that part of his denim jacket. “Yeah it is.”

“Good to know you’re a supporter.”

“Well, that’s kinda a given considering I’m gay,” Cyrus said nonchalantly. It had taken a while, but Cyrus was now at the point where he was incredibly comfortable in and proud of who he was. He no longer felt too much fear at coming out. But now, with TJ, he did feel a bit nervous.

TJ looked surprised, his eyes going wide. “Oh. Oh! Okay, wow. Cool, um. That’s great.”

“Is that a problem?” Cyrus asked worriedly, rethinking all his life choices.

“What? No no no. Not at all,” TJ said, hurriedly correcting himself. “I’m gay too!”

“Oh!” Cyrus exclaimed, ignoring his heart dancing around. “Me too!”

Cyrus didn’t realise what he had said until he saw TJ’s face morph into one of confusion and amusement. “I already said that, didn’t I?”

“Maybe,” TJ said, laughing. Cyrus shoved him by the shoulder, trying to fight the growing smile on his face.

Silence fell between them again, this time slightly awkward. Cyrus rubbed his hands together, unsure of what to do. He risked sneaking a glance at TJ, only to catch him already looking at Cyrus. They both looked away, blushes creeping onto their cheeks.

“So,” TJ said, drawing the word out. “What were you reading?”

Cyrus looked at him in confusion until he looked down at his phone and realised what TJ meant. “Oh! Just an article.”

“What is it?”

“Well,” Cyrus said, unsure of how TJ would take it. “It’s called ‘To Fall in Love with Anyone, Do This’.”

“Ooh, a romantic are we?” TJ teased, smirking.

“No,” Cyrus said indignantly. “I am just intrigued by the process.”

“What’s the process?”

“Apparently, if you exchange answers to a certain 36 questions, and then stare into each other’s eyes for 4 minutes straight, you can fall in love with a complete stranger.”

TJ raised his eyebrows with a lack of any belief.

“I know, weird right? But apparently, it worked for people.”

“Really?” TJ asked incredulously.

Cyrus just nodded, shrugging. He bent down to pick up his earphones that he had forgotten to put away when TJ asked him about the pin. When he looked back up, TJ was deep in thought.

Weird, Cyrus thought to himself as he looked at TJ, who was looking off into space. I’ve only spoken to him for coming up on 15 minutes and I already feel like I know him.

TJ was silent for a while, leaving Cyrus to just awkwardly stare out of the window, unsure of if he should say anything. An air hostess walked by, glancing towards the two boys with a smile.

“Can I get you two anything?” she asked warmly.

“Could I get a soda?” Cyrus asked. Then he turned towards TJ, tapping him on the shoulder. TJ seemed to come out of his trance.

“You want anything, TJ?”

“What? Uh no, thank you,” TJ said, smiling briefly at the hostess.

“Whatcha thinking ‘bout?” Cyrus asked, resting his elbow on the seat, his head on his hand.

“We should try it,” TJ said, looking at Cyrus.

“Try what? Soda?” Cyrus asked, laughing.

“No, I mean. We should try what that article says,”

Cyrus looked at TJ, smiling in amusement. However, as he saw the unreadable expression on TJ’s face, his smile fell.

“Wait. You’re serious?”

“Yeah,” TJ said, shrugging slightly.

“Why?” Cyrus asked, confused.

“Well, it’s not like there is much to do on this flight. Plus, we’re going on about how it can’t be possible. So let’s prove that just asking each other 36 questions followed by some staring won’t make us fall in love,” TJ said. As he went on speaking, his voice grew soft but almost challenging. After he was done, he looked Cyrus right in the eye, a smirk on his lips.

Cyrus gulped, unable to anything but stare back at TJ. On the one hand, TJ’s idea made sense. They really did have nothing to do, plus they could get to know each other better. And he was firmly of the belief that falling in love wasn’t so simple, so he was safe. However, a small part of him still whispered to him, asking what if? Eventually, Cyrus made up his mind and said, “Let’s do it.”

“Okay, so it suggests that we each take turns reading a question and then we both discuss the answers,” Cyrus said, opening his phone to the article. “So, who’s reading the first one?”

“I’ll do it,” TJ said, grabbing the phone.

Cyrus looked down at his phone, his heart beating fast. Why was he nervous? It was just some questions.

“Okay. Question one. ‘Given the choice of anyone in the world, who would you want as a dinner guest?’ Hm. Tough one. But I’d have to argue, Shrek.”

“Are you serious?” Cyrus asked with a groan, looking at TJ.

“Fine! Mike Myers.”

“Who’s that?”

“The voice of Shrek.”

Cyrus hit his head on the table in front of his seat, much to TJ’s amusement. “I’ve changed my mind. I no longer want to do this.”

“Aw, come on,” TJ said, poking Cyrus. “Who would you want?”

“Hm. Probably Elton John.”

TJ whistled. “Whoa, high brow guests there, Cyrus.”

“My turn,” Cyrus said, grabbing the phone from TJ. “Question two. ‘Would you like to be famous? In what way?’ Well?” Cyrus asked, turning to TJ.

“Why are you asking me? It’s your turn to answer.”

“Okay, okay! Well, I guess I’d like to be famous. I kinda want to make films,” Cyrus said shyly.

“You do? That’s awesome, Cyrus,” TJ said softly, his face lit up with an encouraging smile.

“Really?” Cyrus asked meekly.

TJ nodded, holding Cyrus’ hand and giving it a squeeze. They sat like that for a moment, holding hands, until TJ let go. He didn’t want to, but he wasn’t willing to push his luck just then.

“I wouldn’t want to be famous. Just doesn’t seem like me. But if I was, I hope it would be for basketball.”

“You play?” Cyrus asked.

“Yeah. Captain of the boys’ team.”

“Whoa,” Cyrus said with a smile. He handed the phone to TJ.

“Your turn.”

TJ sighed, looking down at the article. “Question three. ‘Before making a phone call, do you ever rehearse what you’re going to say? Why?’ Huh.”

He looked at Cyrus. “Wanna answer this at the same time?” he asked, raising one eyebrow.

“Sure,” Cyrus replied with a smirk.

“3, 2, 1… Yes!” they both said at the same time, collapsing into laughter, to the glares of the other passengers.

“I just have to do it, otherwise I don’t remember what to say,” Cyrus said in between laughs.

“Same! Also, I’m nervous that I’ll look like a stuttering fool,” TJ added, covering his mouth with his hand to try and contain his laughs.

Cyrus pointed at TJ. “True.” They both continued to laugh, Cyrus feeling his stomach start to hurt from all of the laughter.

“Okay. I’ll ask,” Cyrus said, as the laughter died down. “Question four. ‘What would constitute a “perfect” day for you?’ Simple. Hanging out with my best friends at the Spoon with baby taters and milkshakes, followed by a marathon of ocean documentaries,” Cyrus said, a smile coming onto his face at the thought of his friends. He had been gone only for two weeks, but it still felt like forever since he had seen Buffy and Andi. They had FaceTimed almost every day, with Andi regaling the group with more of the parents’ stories and Buffy updating them on the girls’ basketball team. He really had missed them, and couldn’t wait to be reunited with them.

“Wow, you had that answer all ready,” TJ said.

“Cuz it’s happened, but they’re the best days. What about you?”

TJ took a minute to think about it before replying, “Just spending the day in my room, rock music playing while I sketch. Maybe even binge Brooklyn Nine Nine.”

“You sketch?” Cyrus asked, surprised.

“Yup. Why? Is it so unexpected?” TJ asked, amused.

“Well, I just saw you as this basketball jock,” Cyrus defended.

“I have layers,” TJ replied, revelling in the way Cyrus groaned at his answer.

“I do not want another Shrek reference out of you.”

“Well, that’s impossible,” TJ said, giggling. Cyrus handed the phone over to TJ.

“Question five. ‘When did you last sing to yourself? To someone else?’ Uhhh, I sang last night to myself while I did my laundry, much to my aunt’s disapproval,” TJ said.

“Why was she disapproving?” Cyrus asked, confused.

“Because it was 1 am.”

“Why were you doing laundry at 1 am?!”

“I have my methods,” TJ said very matter-of-factly. “I’ll have you know, my rendition of ‘My Heart Will Go On’ was very melodic and my aunt should have appreciated it.”

Cyrus let out a laugh, pushing TJ by the shoulder. “I feel sorry for your aunt.”

“Hey! I was good! Here, you listen and judge,” TJ said, before launching into an incredibly off-tune and messy rendition of Celine Dion. It may have been absolutely out of pitch, but Cyrus couldn’t help but smile at TJ’s antics, a warm feeling overcoming his heart. He may suck at singing, but he was adorable while doing it.

After TJ was done, Cyrus applauded him while TJ dramatically bowed. “Well, there is the answer now. Last time I sang to someone else, was right now.”

“Impressive,” Cyrus laughed.

“What about you?” TJ asked, now turning towards Cyrus.

“Um, last I sang to myself was probably in the morning in the cab while I listened to music on the way to the airport. And I sang to my grandparents in their house because they insisted I ‘display my talents’ to them,” Cyrus replied.

“Wow, you must actually be good then.”

“Not really,” Cyrus said, seeing where the conversation was going and he desperately didn’t want it to go there.

“Come on, Cyrus. You heard me screech through Celine Dion. You can’t be worse than me. Please?” TJ asked, pouting slightly.

Sighing, Cyrus began softly singing ‘When I Was Your Man’ by Bruno Mars, losing himself in it for a while. When he was done, he looked over at TJ who was staring at him, his eyes glazed over, his mouth slightly open, like in a trance. Cyrus, after much internal debate, reached over and shut TJ’s mouth, causing him to wake up.

“Fell asleep?” Cyrus teased, his cheeks warming up at the way TJ was looking at him.

“You sound amazing,” TJ whispered, a small smile on his face.

“Thank you,” Cyrus said, looking back at TJ. They stared at each other for a while, moving closer and closer almost imperceptibly. After a while, TJ gulped and handed over the phone to Cyrus. “Your turn.”

Cyrus shook his head slightly. “Um. Yeah,” he said, taking the phone. “Question six. ‘If you were able to live to the age of 90 and retain either the mind or body of a 30-year-old for the last 60 years of your life, which would you want?’ I guess I’d retain the body,” Cyrus said, thinking for a moment after reading the question. “You?”

“Honestly, same. You’d keep the wisdom of old age while you have the ravishing looks of a 30-year-old,” TJ replied with a chuckle.

“Okay,” TJ said, looking over Cyrus’ shoulder to read the next question. “Question seven. ‘Do you have a secret hunch about how you will die?’ Yeesh, that grew dim.”

Cyrus laughed a bit, reading over the question himself. “Well?”

“And the answer is no, I don’t like thinking about death,” TJ said, his smile dropping a bit.

“Me neither. I don’t have a hunch either. But I’d hope it’s painless,” Cyrus said, smiling at TJ reassuringly.

“Question eight,” Cyrus read out next. “Oh. ‘Name three things you and your partner appear to have in common.’ Huh. Okay, I guess this one is one we discuss then,” Cyrus said, furrowing his eyebrows.

“I guess,” TJ said, looking confused.

“Okay, so, we both seem to be 16,” Cyrus said, taking a guess at TJ’s age.

“Which is correct,” TJ corroborated. “We’re both gay, knowledge previously obtained,” he said, winking at Cyrus.

Cyrus punched TJ lightly in the shoulder. “And if I had to guess, we both have impeccable fashion choice,” he said, indicating to their outfits. Cyrus was wearing a dark green button-down shirt with some small dots and TJ was in his grey camo hoodie.

TJ looked approvingly at Cyrus. “That’s it, we’re friends. No one else compliments my fashion,” he said with a laugh.

Just friends? Cyrus’ brain teased him, much to his chagrin.

TJ took the phone for the next question. “Question nine. ‘For what in your life do you feel most grateful?’ Whoa. Um, for me, I guess I’m most grateful for having the sister and mother I do. My mom has been doing everything herself for a while now, and she still is one of the best people I know. And my sister is a pain in the ass sometimes, but she’s always had my back,” TJ said, his voice cracking slightly.

Cyrus smiled softly, holding TJ’s shoulder. “That’s really nice, TJ.”

TJ looked back up at Cyrus, his eyes misty. “Well, that got emotional and deep, huh? What about you?”

Cyrus looked ahead. “Probably my friends. Buffy, Andi and Jonah. They’ve always had my back and have helped me do so many things, They’re always there for me, we’re all there for each other. And I know that, whatever happens, I will always have them,” Cyrus said, feeling his eyes fill up.

TJ grabbed Cyrus’ hand that was on his shoulder and gave it a squeeze. They sat in silence as they both composed themselves. Cyrus smiled up at TJ comfortingly before taking the phone. “Question ten. ‘If you could change anything about the way you were raised, what would it be?’ I don’t think I would want to change much. Maybe I’d ask my parents to not split up, but then again, that turned out alright,” Cyrus said. “You?”

“I’d get my dad to stay,” TJ said, his voice taking on a bitter tone. “I’m sorry, that was not good.”

“No, no. It was an honest answer. Don’t say sorry,” Cyrus said, reassuring TJ.

“I know that it isn’t my fault, but as a kid, it plagued me every night. And, I don’t know, if I could change anything, I’d want to make sure that I wouldn’t go through that.”

“And that’s perfectly okay.”

“Well, this is getting serious real fast, huh?” TJ said, laughing a bit to alleviate the tension. “Let’s see the next question.”

Cyrus turned the phone toward TJ who read, “Question eleven. ‘Take four minutes and tell your partner your life story in as much detail as possible.’ Oh boy,” TJ said, rubbing his hands together. “We are in for a ride.”

Cyrus moved back, resting against the back of his seat, giving TJ space. “Whenever you’re ready.”

“So, I have a sister named Amber. She’s like a year or so older than me. I live in Greenpark, like an hour from the airport where we’re landing, and that’s where I grew up. Our mom and dad used to fight a lot, but he never hurt her or anyone of us. One day, he left to go for a walk for an hour, and he’s like 8 years late. My mom was devastated, but she took care of us and did everything herself. I go to Salt Lake High School, captain of the boys’ basketball team. My sister and I also started working when we became 14 to support our mom. I work at a kids’ gym as an instructor. Around 8th Grade, I found out that I have a learning disability, dyscalculia. Its like dyslexia but with numbers. I found out I was gay around then too, when I realised I had a crush on my friend Marty. I’m out to most of my friends and my family. It was scary at first but now I’m proud of it. I had gone to meet my aunt, which is why I am on this flight, where I met you.” TJ finished his speech, looking back at Cyrus. “How long did that take?”

“Still 15 seconds to spare,” Cyrus said, impressed.

“Come on, now your turn.”

“Okay,” Cyrus said, thinking over things before starting. “My mom and dad are both shrinks. When I was seven, they got a divorce. And then both ended up marrying shrinks again. So, I am being parented by four mental health professionals. But, it could be worse. My parents are on good terms with each other, despite their constant nags at the other. I met Buffy and Andi in 2nd Grade and we became instant best friends. In 7th Grade, I got a girlfriend, and she was almost exactly like me. But, I never seemed to like her in any way other than as a friend. Also, when Andi got together with Jonah, I felt jealous. That’s kinda how I realised that I liked boys. Cuz I liked him. Oh, I’m Jewish too, forgot to mention that. I was visiting my grandparents for two weeks, and now I’m heading back home to great Shadyside.”

After Cyrus was done, TJ whistled. “Damn, Cyrus. That was a lot.”

Cyrus shrugged. “We both just went all out there.”

“We really did,” TJ said with a laugh.

Cyrus turned the phone back to himself. “Okay, let’s move on. Question twelve. ‘If you could wake up tomorrow having gained any one quality or ability, what would it be?’ Easy. The ability to not make a living embarrassment of myself every time I do anything,” Cyrus answered deadpanned.

TJ burst out laughing, trying to cover his mouth and control himself, but to no success. “Wow, Cyrus. You really went there?”

“Only the truth,” Cyrus said, folding his hands.

“Well then, my ability would be to always remind you that you are not an embarrassment,” TJ said with a smile.

“Wait. What?” Cyrus asked, perplexed. “Why?”

“Because,” TJ shrugged. “You’re really cool. So, you deserve someone saying that. And I don’t mind being that person.”

Cyrus blinked in disbelief, a smile growing on his face. His heart was beating fast, and without thinking, he leaned forward and wrapped his arms around TJ, hugging him tight. TJ was surprised initially, but soon reciprocated the hug, resting his head on Cyrus’ shoulder. Cyrus couldn’t help but notice how warm he felt wrapped up in TJ’s arms. How safe he felt.

And this was just set one.

“So, set two?” TJ asked after pulling away from Cyrus. Cyrus nodded, looking down at the phone to read the question.

“Question thirteen. ‘If a crystal ball could tell you the truth about yourself, your life, the future or anything else, what would you want to know?’ Hmm. I think I’d want to know why I don’t graduate from an Ivy League College, if I get into one,” Cyrus said, much to TJ’s surprise. “It’s a long story,” Cyrus said after seeing TJ’s expression.

“Well, I’d want to know what happened to this friend of mine named Reed. He just left school one year, never to be heard from again. I don’t know, I just wanna know where and how is he,” TJ answered with a shrug.

TJ took the phone from Cyrus, looking at the next question. “Question fourteen. 'Is there something that you’ve dreamed of doing for a long time? Why haven’t you done it?’ I guess I’ve always dreamed of dancing. Like, in a performance. I don’t know, it’s kinda unexpected, but I’ve always wanted to,” he answered, his voice taking on a wistful tone.

“Why haven’t you done it?” Cyrus asked.

“I don’t know, the chance never came. There is a dance team, but since I’m in basketball, I can’t do both.”

Cyrus nodded, pursing his lips slightly. “Well, for me. This is really stupid but, I’ve never done a somersault. Or gone fishing. Or done skateboarding.”

TJ looked up at Cyrus in amusement, a smirk on his face. “Really? Why?”

“Cuz I’m a kugel of a man.”

TJ laughed, leaning against his seat. “You know, they aren’t that hard. If someone taught you, you’d get it.”

“I highly doubt anyone would want to take this at so late a stage,” Cyrus said, gesturing to himself.

“Well, I would do it. If I didn’t live around an hour and a half from where you live,” TJ said, smiling at Cyrus.

Cyrus smiled back appreciatively. It felt weird, someone saying that they wouldn’t mind helping him through basic tasks that every teenager should know. And TJ didn’t even make fun of him. Huh. This was nice.

TJ turned the phone towards Cyrus. “Question fifteen. ‘What is the greatest accomplishment of your life?’ Oh, definitely the time one of the films I directed got screened in school for everyone to see. I was so nervous, but people really liked it,” Cyrus answered, smiling fondly at the memory. Buffy, Andi and Jonah had stayed up with him many nights over the phone just to help him calm down. Andi even made him a display piece that reminded her of the film, and Cyrus still had it to this day.

“Whoa, that’s incredible Cyrus,” TJ said, grabbing Cyrus’ shoulder. “I’m so happy for you.”

Cyrus smiled appreciatively and grabbed TJ’s hand with his own. “What about you?”

“Hmm tough one,” TJ said. “I’m not gonna say something like winning the basketball tournaments, cuz that’s not true. I mean, I am proud of it. But it’s not the greatest accomplishment of my life.”

“Then, what is?” Cyrus asked, leaning back in his seat as he looked over at TJ.

“Well, this one year, for my mom’s birthday, Amber and I worked and gave her the best day ever. We made sure she didn’t do any work, that we got everything handled. We went to the fair and we had the most fun ever. She was so happy, more than she had been in a long time. I guess, giving her that day and making her so happy is my greatest accomplishment,” TJ said, smiling wistfully. His eyes had become misty again, and he sniffed slightly. “Wow, I sound like such a saint.”

“Hey, no,” Cyrus protested. “That’s amazing TJ. Worth being your greatest accomplishment.”

TJ smiled gratefully at Cyrus, looking back down at the phone. “Question sixteen. ‘What do you value most in a friendship?’ Simple. For me, it’s trust and reliance,” TJ said.

“Same here,” Cyrus replied. “Interests and stuff aren’t really a problem for me. As long as I know that I can trust them.”

“Exactly. And, I know it’s only been a short time, but I trust you Cyrus,” TJ said meekly.

Cyrus smiled. “I trust you too, TJ.” He took the phone from TJ, checking the battery left and then reading the next question.

“Question seventeen. ‘What is your most treasured memory?’ I guess the day my movie got screened, actually. It was the first time I’ve done something new successfully. Plus, the support from my friends and family made that day pretty unforgettable,” Cyrus answered.

“That’s really nice. For me, I think that day, my mom’s birthday. Pretty unforgettable, like you said,” TJ said, smiling softly.

TJ took the phone and read. “Question eighteen. Oh wow, halfway there,” he said, raising his eyebrows at Cyrus. “Okay. ‘What is your most terrible memory?’ Well for me this is kind of obvious. The night my dad left. I spent all night awake, trying to listen for him coming home. It was horrible, walking by my mom’s room and hearing her cry. Amber also crept into my room and cried. Not the best night,” TJ said sadly.

“Yeah, I understand. For me, it’s probably the day Buffy moved away. She just left, no goodbye, no warning. We knew she was moving, but when we went to say goodbye, she was gone. And she didn’t speak to us for 2 months, until she came back that is. I missed her so much,” Cyrus said, smiling sadly.

TJ just reached over and gave Cyrus’ hand a squeeze, a silent sign of comfort. He turned over the phone for Cyrus to see.

“Question nineteen. ‘If you knew that in one year you would die suddenly, would you change anything about the way you are now living? Why?’ Okay, why does this thing always circle back to death!” Cyrus exclaimed, slamming the phone on the tray table to TJ’s laughter.

“Well, go on,” TJ said in between laughs. “Answer it.”

“Okay, okay. I guess I’d start doing things I haven’t done before and have just been afraid to do. I don’t have much time, I’m not living the rest of my life in fear,” Cyrus answered, crossing his arms.

“I don’t know if I’d change much of how I live. Maybe I’d not push people away so much,” TJ said, resting his head on his hand. “Okay, my turn.”

He looked down at the phone. “Question twenty. ‘What does friendship mean to you?’ Isn’t this the same as the other question?” TJ looked up, confused.

“No, that one was what do you ‘value’ in friendship,” Cyrus corrected.

“Same difference. Anyway, my answer is the same. It means trust and having each other’s backs.”

Yeah, for me too.”

Cyrus took the phone from TJ. “Question twenty-one. ‘What roles do love and affection play in your life?’ Oh. Well, as an eternally single human,” Cyrus started, much to TJ’s amusement. “I have never been in a relationship. But still, I love my friends and family to death. So, they have pretty big roles in my life. I’d do anything for the people I love.”

“Yeah, I get that. I’ve also been single all my life,” TJ said with a smirk, winking at Cyrus. “But, I love my mom and sister so much. And I also really care about my friends. So same. I’d do anything for them.”

Cyrus felt his heart leap out of his body when TJ winked at him, his throat going dry. How the heck was he single? He was so cute.

“Can’t believe someone like you is single,” Cyrus mumbled. TJ heard it and raised his eyebrows, looking at Cyrus.

“Oh? Why is that, Cyrus?” he asked teasingly.

“I-Um. I mean,” Cyrus fumbled. “You are good-looking. Objectively. Like. Unbiased opinion.”

TJ just nodded, not convinced. “Sure.”

“Just take the phone,” Cyrus groaned, thrusting the phone into TJ’s hand. TJ laughed, taking the phone.

“Question twenty-two. ‘Alternate sharing something you consider a positive characteristic of your partner. Share a total of five items.’ Okay, so about each other?” TJ asked.

Cyrus nodded. “So we both say one thing about the other. I think, instead of a total of five, let’s just both say three things about the other.”

“Cool, that works,” TJ agreed. “Okay, you’re smart.”

“You’re funny,” Cyrus replied.

“You’re encouraging.”

“You’re really caring.”

“You’re incredibly adept at helping people out.”

“You’re sweet and kind. Not to mention good-looking,” Cyrus said, adding a wink.

TJ looked taken aback, his cheeks going pink. “Oh! Uh, you too!” he said, scratching the back of his neck.

Good job, Cyrus. Flirting is a gift, not a talent.

“But I’d argue and say you’re incredibly cuter,” TJ said, flashing a flirtatious smile, making it Cyrus’ turn to blush.

Never mind. The gift is useless.

Taking the phone back, Cyrus read the next question. “Question twenty-three. ‘How close and warm is your family? Do you feel your childhood was happier than most other people’s?’ Hm. I mean, my family is still pretty close, even after everything. And, I don’t know. My childhood was like any other childhood, I guess. Just as happy as others.”

TJ nodded. “Yeah, my family right now is pretty close. We got each other. But probably my childhood was a bit sadder than most others. But that’s okay. It wasn’t terrible, only for a little while.”

Cyrus nodded, a small smile on his face. TJ looked over Cyrus’ shoulder to read the next question. “Last question of the set. Excited?” TJ asked, wiggling his eyebrows. Cyrus just rolled his eyes, trying to hide his smile.

“Question twenty-four. ‘How do you feel about your relationship with your mother?’ Well, this is easy for me. I love my mother to bits. I’d say our relationship is pretty good,” TJ said smiling.

“Same here. My relationship with both my mom and stepmom are pretty good,” Cyrus replied.

They sat there, smiling at each other for a moment. Just then, the air hostess walked by, placing Cyrus’ long forgotten soda before him, causing the two to break out of their trances. Cyrus smiled back at TJ, taking a sip of his soda.

TJ was a really nice and interesting person. But all he felt was that the boy was incredibly cute, and maybe Cyrus’ heart fluttered every time TJ smiled at him. But he wasn’t falling in love. Was he?

It was still just set two.

After Cyrus had downed his soda with a surprising amount of speed, he turned over to TJ. “Ready for set three?”

“Yup. We’re in the endgame now,” TJ said, smirking.

“Was that an Avengers reference?”

“Oh, you bet,” TJ replied, winking at Cyrus, much to Cyrus’ heart’s glee.

“Okay. You start,” Cyrus said, nodding at the phone. TJ picked it up from the tray table and began to read.

“Question twenty-five. ‘Make three true “we” statements each.’ Okay, I’ll go first,” TJ said, taking a moment to think. “Okay, so. We are both in the airplane heading home after visiting extended family. We are both people who really care about the people we love. And, we both are incredibly attractive,” TJ finished with a smirk.

Cyrus lightly shoved TJ in the shoulder. “Wow. I don’t know whether to see that as a compliment, or you praising yourself.”

“It’s both,” TJ replied, shrugging.

“Okay, my turn,” Cyrus said after shaking his head fondly. “We both have great dressing sense. We are both stupid for deciding to do these questions. But, we are both hopefully thankful that we decided to do them, because we got to know each other better.”

TJ smiled fondly, taking Cyrus’ hand in his. “Again, all true.”

Keeping their hands clasped, Cyrus took the phone from TJ and read the next question. “Question twenty-six. ‘Complete this sentence: “I wish I had someone with whom I could share...”’ Ah. My love for nature documentaries,” Cyrus said, looking off into the distance.

“Mood,” TJ said, hand on his heart. “For me, it’s my pop culture references. Someone who won’t judge my love for Shrek,” he answered, looking pointedly at Cyrus.

Cyrus narrowed his eyes, pouting at TJ. “I have taste, okay?”

“Yeah, and its blander than mayonnaise.”

“Oh haha.”

TJ stuck his tongue out, taking the phone from Cyrus. “Question twenty-seven. ‘If you were going to become a close friend with your partner, please share what would be important for him or her to know.’ That I need them to help me hide bodies every now and then,” TJ answered completely deadpanned.

Cyrus laughed. “Well, buddy I’m of no help to you then.”

TJ also giggled, but soon grew serious. “Actually, not joking around for a bit. I wasn’t always the best person. I was actually a jerk, someone who pushed everyone away. And sometimes, that tends to happen. So, if we were going to be close friends, I��d just tell you that I’m sorry if I ever push you away and act like a jerk. You will never deserve it, and I’m working on it,” he said, looking up nervously at Cyrus.

Cyrus smiled reassuringly, covering their clasped hands with his other hand. “Thanks for telling me.”

“Now, your turn,” TJ said, sniffing a bit.

“I’d tell you that sometimes, I’m a bit helpless. And I can get annoying. Just, that’s how I am sometimes. But even I am working on it,” Cyrus answered.

TJ looked up at Cyrus with a small smile. “For the record, I find it impossible to believe that you could ever be annoying.”

Cyrus felt his cheeks grow warm, but he kept his eyes focused on TJ, returning his smile. Cyrus looked over TJ’s shoulder to see the phone.

“Question twenty-eight. ‘Tell your partner what you like about them; be very honest this time, saying things that you might not say to someone you’ve just met.’ Oh where do I start?” Cyrus said, causing TJ to look away, blushing.

“Well, here goes. I like how you are clearly so caring and compassionate, and I find it hard to believe you could ever be a jerk. I like how you decided, rather than spending a flight sleeping and actually getting time to yourself, you decided it was worthwhile talking to this dorky boy who was next to you. And I’m glad you did,” Cyrus said, smiling. “Because I also like you. You’re a great listener and an amazing person to talk to. You’re a great,” Cyrus hesitated, unsure of what to say. “Friend,” he finally said. A part of him felt it wasn’t enough but it was enough for now.

TJ felt his eyes fill up a bit. He hadn’t expected Cyrus to say so many nice things and it caught him quite off-guard. “Wow, Cyrus. I, I just,” TJ said, trying to find words to even describe his emotions.

“You don’t need to say anything,” Cyrus said. “It’s your turn now.”

“Well, I don’t think it’s possible to top that, but I’ll try,” TJ said, rubbing his hands together. “I like how you are clearly such a good friend and a great person. I like how you genuinely care about people, and are willing to hear them out. I like how we just met, and you are already so willing to listen and talk to me. I like that when a weird boy fell asleep on your shoulder, and then tried to talk to you, you just responded as if it was the most natural thing on the planet. I like you too. You’re kind, funny, and not at all annoying. And even I’m glad you’re my,” TJ hesitated, his voice small. “My friend.”

Now Cyrus was the one lost for words, only able to lean across and wrap his arms around TJ, pulling him in for a hug. TJ reciprocated almost instantly, his head dropping down onto Cyrus’ shoulder. Cyrus buried his head in TJ’s shoulder, taking a deep breath to steady himself.

Pulling apart with soft smiles on their faces, TJ looked back down at the phone. “Question twenty-nine. ‘Share with your partner an embarrassing moment in your life.’ Oh. There was this one time when I turned up to school and my shirt was inside-out. And I didn’t realise until Marty pointed it out,” TJ said, suppressing a smile.

“That doesn’t sound so bad,” Cyrus reasoned.

“Well, coupled with the fact that I had a huge crush on him, I’d argue that it was mortifying. Also, it was a graphic shirt, so it was even more obvious.”

“Oh god,” Cyrus said, collapsing into laughter. “Okay, I take back my words.”

TJ laughed too, covering his mouth with his hand. “Well, I shared my harrowing memory. What’s yours?”

“Funnily enough, mine also involves a crush. Jonah was teaching me skateboarding. But, me being me, I lost control and fell into the bushes and broke my thumb,” Cyrus said, cringing slightly at the memory.

“Oh man, are you okay?” TJ asked, a tinge of worry in his voice.

“Oh yeah. My self-esteem though, now that suffered a hit.”

“I get you,” TJ said, nodding in agreement.

“Okay hand the phone,” Cyrus said. “Question thirty.”

“Ooh, we are nearing the end,” TJ said.

Cyrus rolled his eyes. “Question thirty. ‘When did you last cry in front of another person? By yourself?’ Whoa. Um, last I cried in front of someone was a week or so ago, when Andi, Buffy and I watched ‘The Book Thief’.”

“Whoa, is it that sad? I was gonna read it when I got back?” TJ asked, raising an eyebrow.

“I’m just gonna say, keep tissues nearby,” Cyrus warned. “And, last I cried by myself was two days ago, I think.”

“Why?”

“I don’t really know,” Cyrus shrugged. “Just one of those days.”

TJ nodded understandingly. “Yeah I get that. I last cried by myself a week ago. Again, don’t really remember the reason. I cried in front of Amber a month ago, cuz that was the day I came out to her,” TJ answered, his voice small.

“TJ,” Cyrus said, grabbing his hand.

“It was out of happiness, I swear,” TJ reassured, turning his hand to interlock their fingers.

Cyrus smiled and held out the phone for TJ to read.

“Question thirty-one. ‘Tell your partner something that you like about them already.’ Wait, haven’t we already answered something like this?” TJ asked, laughing.

“I think the psychologist was running out of questions at this point,” Cyrus said, laughing along.

“Anyway, I already like your smile and your great personality,” TJ said, smiling brightly.

“Oh,” Cyrus said, his face all in a grin, his cheeks growing red. “Those are two things, by the way.”

“Seriously?” TJ said, unimpressed.

“I’m just saying!” Cyrus said, holding up his hands. “Okay, I already like your humour. And your eyes,” Cyrus said, winking. Bold move, Goodman. Maybe flirting is a viable career option.

“Really?” TJ asked, his eyes crinkling as he smiled. And Cyrus was hit with the surprising urge to lean forward and kiss TJ’s cheek. Or boop his nose. Wait, what?

“Okay, my turn,” Cyrus said, looking down at his phone. “Question thirty-two. ‘What, if anything, is too serious to be joked about?’ Okay, this is kinda obvious. Like, insulting a person based on who they are, like sexuality and race and stuff,” Cyrus answered.

“Yeah, I agree. I’ve heard people make those jokes and it just makes me feel weird,” TJ concurred.

“Well, that was simple,” Cyrus said, handing TJ the phone.

“It really was,” TJ agreed. Then, looking down at the phone, he read the next question. “Question thirty-three. ‘If you were to die this evening with no opportunity to communicate with anyone, what would you most regret not having told someone? Why haven’t you told them yet?’ Okay, that’s it,” TJ said, slamming the phone down and getting up from his seat, with the backdrop of Cyrus’ laughter.

“TJ, the seatbelt sign is up, we can’t get up,” Cyrus said in between laughs.

“Why is this guy so obsessed with death?” he said once he had sat down again.

“Just answer the question.”

“Fine,” TJ said, thinking for a bit. “I guess I would regret not telling my mom I love her.”

“TJ, I’m sure she knows,” Cyrus started, but TJ cut him off.

“I know, I know. But we had a fight before I left, and I said some things I really didn’t mean. So, I would want to let her know.”

Cyrus smiled. “I get that. I would regret not coming out to my parents. All four of them. I don’t know, maybe I’ll tell them soon. I’m just, afraid.”

“It’s okay. It’s your choice who you tell and when,” TJ said with a small smile. He handed over the phone to Cyrus. “Your turn.”

Cyrus took the phone and looked down. “Question thirty-four. ‘Your house, containing everything you own, catches fire. After saving your loved ones and pets, you have time to safely make a final dash to save any one item. What would it be? Why?’ Oh easy, I’d save this box I have that has mementoes of all kinds. Like bracelets Andi has made me, tickets stubs and posters and other things from being with my friends.”

“Like a memory box?”

“Yeah. Andi’s mom is the one who recommended we try it, and I’m so glad she did. So yeah, I’d definitely go back in for that.”

“That’s really nice,” TJ said with a smile. “I’d run in and get my sketchbook. I spent too much time on it and I am not letting my hard work go up in flames.”

Cyrus groaned, dropping his head into his hands. “Was that a pun?”

“Maybe,” TJ said, sticking his tongue out. Cyrus rolled his eyes in annoyance.

Why was he attracted to him? Wait, attracted, what?

“Okay, my turn,” TJ said, snatching the phone. “Question thirty-five. ‘Of all the people in your family, whose death would you find most disturbing? Why?’ Hm. I guess, for me, it would be my mom. I can’t even imagine not having her around. She’s been for us through everything,” TJ said, his voice barely a whisper.

“Makes sense. For me, it would be my Bubbe Rose. We’re really close, and I couldn’t imagine losing her,” Cyrus said, smiling sadly.

TJ smiled back at Cyrus, handing back the phone. Except this time, their fingers brushed slightly, causing them to freeze. Cyrus could feel his heart beat faster, and he gulped as he took the phone from TJ.

No way were the questions working. They were just becoming better friends. Right?

Cyrus took a deep breath and looked down at the phone. “Last question. ‘Share a personal problem and ask your partner’s advice on how they might handle it. Also, ask your partner to reflect back to you how you seem to be feeling about the problem you have chosen.’ Well, this is confusing,” Cyrus said, looking up perplexed.

“Yeah, kinda,” TJ said, furrowing his eyebrows. “Anyway, I can go first. Um, so I’m starting to think about college. And everyone is telling me to go do basketball. But, I kinda want to study History and Art. I don’t know, what should I do? I don’t wanna disappoint Coach and everyone else, but I also want to do my own thing.”

“Well, your heart lies in History right? So you should do what you feel is right. I guess, if you still want to keep up with basketball, I’m sure there are colleges that have good History and Art departments and a good sports program. You should ask around,” Cyrus replied, looking reassuringly at TJ.

“Huh. You’re right. God, on reflection my problem seems so stupid,” TJ said, laughing.

“No, no, it’s not! Believe me, I understand. College choices are a whole other stress,” Cyrus said.

“I guess that’s true.”

“Well, my problem is weird. I don’t know. I have this list of things I want to do, but for some reason I just never do them. And they vary in difficulty from laughably easy to kinda tough. And, I don’t know. I just need someone to tell me why I haven’t done them yet,” Cyrus said, wringing his hands together.

“Maybe you are scared that you’ll ‘fail’. To which, you shouldn’t be scared of that. I mean, failing isn’t the end of the world. You may just look a little stupid for a second and then people will forget about it,” TJ said.

Cyrus nodded slowly, a smile spreading on his face. “Yeah, I guess you’re right.” He smiled and then began to hand back the phone until the realisation came to him.

“What happened?” TJ asked, confused.

“We’re done,” Cyrus said, barely audible.

“Really?” TJ asked in disbelief. “Barely feels like any time passed.”

“And yet, the flight is landing soon.”

“So, we should get through with the last part as soon as we can.”

Oh yes. The staring. Cyrus had both been silently anticipating and dreading the moment. He pulled up the timer on his phone, his hands shaking slightly as he set it to 4 minutes. Since they were landing and their tray tables were put back up, the phone was balanced precariously on his knee. Looking back up t TJ, they both nodded as Cyrus started the timer. And they stared in each other’s eyes.

In those 4 minutes, Cyrus looked at the boy in front of him and thought about everything that had happened in those two hours. He had gone from just a person next to him, to a boy who had fallen asleep on his shoulder, to the cute boy who sat next to him, to TJ. TJ whose smile was enough to warm Cyrus’ heart, whose laugh made said heart skip a beat, whose eyes were comforting. TJ who was basketball captain but loved History and sketched in his free time. TJ who acknowledged his past mistakes. TJ who made one too many Shrek references. TJ who loved and cared about his mom and sister so much. TJ who Cyrus had gotten to know in a way he couldn’t have imagined when he boarded the flight that morning.

In those 4 minutes, TJ looked at the boy who sat near the window seat of the flight, a boy he hadn’t given much thought when he entered. A boy who in his subconscious, became his human pillow, much to his embarrassment. But that led to him getting to know one of the most incredible people he could have ever met. He had gone from the boy in the window seat to Cyrus. Cyrus who liked making films, and undeservingly put himself down when in reality he was amazing. Cyrus who cared about his friends immensely. Cyrus who loved all his parents equally. Cyrus whose eyes were warm and welcoming, whose smirks sent TJ’s heart dancing. Cyrus who, while seemingly being annoyed by TJ’s references, always laughed in the end. Cyrus who TJ had come to want in his life.

As the seconds went by, and the flight descended, Cyrus and TJ stared into each other’s eyes. Inch by inch, they leaned in closer and closer. Some unspoken thing made Cyrus suddenly want to push the boundaries, to go closer. Some invisible force made TJ want nothing more than to just get closer, to test the limits.

The timer rang, a beeping filling the air around them, but TJ and Cyrus were oblivious to the sound. They got closer and closer, unsure of where they were going. Just then, the flight landed with a hard bump, causing the two to jump apart. Cyrus looked away, his face warm. Did that just happen? Did they just get that close?

Cyrus snuck a glance at TJ, who was also a blushing mess. In a frenzy, the two began to gather their things, unsure of what to say to each other. Cyrus could feel his heart practically leap out of his chest. It should have been weird. But it wasn’t.

All the way from the flight to the baggage belts, TJ and Cyrus walked together in silence. After a while of walking, Cyrus felt a hand brush by his and he looked down to see TJ’s hand close to his. Still in silence, Cyrus interlocked their fingers, giving TJ’s hand a squeeze. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw TJ smile at the gesture.

After they had collected their luggage and were near the exit, TJ stopped, causing Cyrus to turn around in confusion.

“What happened?” Cyrus asked.

“Can’t believe we were about to separate without exchanging numbers,” TJ said softly.

Cyrus smacked his head with his hand. “Oh my god! We are idiots. Here,” Cyrus said, thrusting his phone towards TJ, grabbing TJ’s phone from his hand in the process. After they had both put in their respective numbers, they returned the phones, bright smiles on their faces.

“You know, we only live an hour and a half away from each other,” Cyrus said, smirking. “So, don’t forget that I exist.”

“I don’t think I could forget you if I tried,” TJ said, smiling softly.

“Well, me neither,” Cyrus said with a matching smile.

They stood there in silence, both unwilling to move. But soon, they had to go their own ways.

“Nice meeting you, TJ,” Cyrus said.

“Nice meeting you too, Cyrus,” TJ replied.

“And in conclusion, did the questions work?”

“I guess we’ll have to see.”

Cyrus started to turn to head off, until he felt TJ grab his hand. He looked at him in confusion, as TJ nervously moved forward and pressed a quick kiss to Cyrus’ cheek, his face red.

“Bye Cyrus,” TJ mumbled as he ran away, turning around to get one last look at him.

Cyrus just stood there for a while in shock before smiling and turning to go his own way. As he looked back at the retreating figure of TJ, he thought to himself.

Maybe they didn’t fall in love. But Cyrus definitely wanted to see more of TJ.

~~~~~~

Okay so I’m dedicating this fic to my closest friends in this fandom @terri-does-gods-work, @heart-eyes-kippen and @tjskipping ( i love all of you so much omg i can’t even begin to say)

I wasn’t planning on writing this fic, but then the news of the cancellation came out. And needless to say, I was devastated. I only recently made this tumblr, and I am not ready to say goodbye to all the people I have spoken to here. So I took a break from my regular angst fest to write a fluff fic, cuz i needed to heal tbh. But don’t worry, the regular angst will come back.

I love all of you so much.

#andi mack #tyrus #tyrus fanfic #tyrus fanfiction #my fic #tyrus one shot #tyrus fluff #tj kippen #cyrus goodman #tj x cyrus #i love you #renew andi mack

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peaches-of-1 · 5 years

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Tarmac Romance

Taehyung x Female!Reader

You’re on time for your flight. Great. You’re sat next to a cute guy. Even better! That cute guy turns out to be idol and stage actor Kim Taehyung! That’s amazing! Now you’re stuck on a delayed plane with him and his castmasts for the next forseeable future. What happens is beyond your imagination.

Your flight was finally called. It did its best to get out before the snowstorm hit, and you were grateful for that. Because you were you and wanted to look good while in comfort, you were wearing a thick pair of Kwanzaa themed leggings and a green warm sweater dress with a black tank top underneath instead of a bra.

Cuz you weren’t about to take a 5 hour flight wearing a bra.

You noticed a lot of colorful baggage being thrown onto the plane after you sat down. The overhead compartment had your larger carry-on bag inside it while your purse was at your feet. That wasn’t the only thing, but a lot of beautiful people were on the plane too. Like more beautiful in their own unique ways. A lot were bare faced with masks on their faces.

Since you had been one of the first people on the plane, you knew it’d be a while for take off. So your eyes wandered outside. Thank god you got a window seat. The person sitting next to you greeted you from behind a mask. You looked to see who it was and it was a cute man dressed in a pair of sweats and a comfy green sweater. It’s funny how you two actually matched.

Their deep voice sounded comforting, and they didn’t seem like they’d be too much of a hassle during this flight. There was a small seven pointed star on the silver necklace they wore, but you didn’t think much of it. Very masculine, but you never knew.

“Hi, I’m Kim Taehyung. It seems we’ll be sitting together during this long flight.”

“Hello, I’m (Y/N). It seems so. Where are you headed?”

He replied, “The company and I are headed to New York. We’re performing there and also get to take a bit of a vacation too. What about yourself?”

“Just going to spend the holidays with an internet friend. What company are you in?”

Taehyung pointed to a guy’s tealish blue sweater retro accents that read HAIRSPRAY! You started gushing about how much you loved the Korean revival of it and how they make the music sound more like kpop even though you weren’t really into idols. You could apprciate the artistry and how amazing the costumes looked. He chuckled. Then it struck you. Which actor was he? It was sort of hard to tell with his face mask on, but judging by his voice...and his name!

“Link! Kim Taehyung plays Link Larkon! I knew I recognized that name!”

“You’re a fan, huh?” He asked playfully.

As if you hadn’t just been the most uncool fangirl there ever was. You blushed and gave an awkward chuckle before you nodded and introduced yourself.

He smiled, “Glad to meet you.”

“I’ll try not to bother you too much.” You said. “You probably need your rest what with performing eight times a week and being a lead.”

“Someone as beautiful as you could never bother me.” He replied.

You nodded and then got out your reading material and put in your earphones. It was what you had planned to do before you knew you were sitting next to a [Broadway] star, and he seemed to be doing the same. The last thing you wanted to do was take his sleep from him.

A few minutes later, you looked up. Why hadn’t you moved yet? The snowstorm would arrive at any moment, and you couldn’t wait to taste found family traditions on your tongue. Eggnog and homemade cranberry sauce. Pasta casserole! A flight attendant passed by. She was making sure everything was fine before the safety videos.

Those began to play on the screens. Must’ve been just a minor delay. You checked to make sure your phone was on airplane mode and continued listening to your multilingual Broadway playlist. It was on shuffle, so one second it was Spanish Hamilton and next thing it was Icelandic RENT.

You started humming along to English Lion King, and Taehyung seemed to perk up a bit. He looked over to watch your lips.

“It’s the circle of liiiiiffeeee,” You sang under your breath.

He smiled and you felt a tap on your shoulder.

Your cheeks instinctively got hot as you took your earbud out and looked at him, “Sorry. Am I being loud? Sometimes I can’t tell.”

“No, not at all. Can I listen with you? You’re singing under your breath and it sounds like an interesting playlist.

“Oh, a sure. It’s musical theatre songs in every language I could find.” So you you put your earbud back in and gave him the other one after wiping it off.

Taehyung stuck it in his ear and the two of you just sat...and sat...the delay was announced. Just 30 minutes, nothing too long. It was nothing to worry about until 30 minutes passed by already.

“We should be taking off now, shouldn’t we?” Taehyung asked you.

You nodded since that’s exactly what you thought. He took off his face mask five minutes later and you couldn’t help but think how cast pictures didn’t do this man’s beauty justice. The natural theatre grace with which he moved. His golden skin glowing in the led lights of the plane. Your heart began to pound in your ears, tuning out Hair in Russian. It wasn’t until you forced yourself to continue reading did your heart settle a bit.

Ten minutes later, and everyone was getting restless. You looked outside your window. Snow was falling. No. No. No!

“Um…” You started to say to your seating neighbor, but he noticed too.

“Yeah, I uh…” He handed your earbud to you. “I’ll go see what’s up. Be right back.”

You nodded, “Okay.” and turned off the music until he got back. In case he still wanted to listen to your International Broadway playlist.

It was hard to focus on the page without is warmth by your side. Looking at the snow made you worry. Would you get to taste your step brother’s pumpkin s’more pie on Christmas Eve like you planned? Was the snow sticking? Yeah. Yeah, it was. Very well in fact.

“Dear passengers…” A voice came on the speakers.

Taehyung sat back down next to you, and by the tense look on his face, it wasn’t food news. He shook his head and sighed.

“...I am sorry to inform you that we are currently unable to fly. The snowstorm arrived sooner than expected and all flights have been told to either land or--in our case--not go anywhere until things clear up.”

Everyone groaned and moaned and sighed and protested in unison.

The voice continued, “We are also not allowed to let you off for safety reason at this current moment. So for now, please relax and be patient. We will do our best to take care of you and will give you more information as it becomes available. For now, it is best if you contacted friends and family who are waiting for you and let them know about the delay as well. Thank you.”

So, you were stuck on a plane. It could’ve been worse. Your seating neighbor could’ve been a super talkative creep or crying baby. Luckily, it was the beautiful Kim Taehyung. International idol and actor of the stage and screen. Although you weren’t too into idols, you were into theatre. So this was great for you.

“Jeez.” You sighed. “I’ll have to tell my friends I’ll be later than expected.” and took out your phone.

“Yeah.” Then he stood and turned around. “Hey, boss!”

Another deep but feminine voice called back, “Yeah, I’m on it!”

Afterwards, you two just sorta continued to listen to music in a comfortable silence. You soon stopped paying attention to your book and just stared outside as the snow and wind got thicker and higher. Taehyung’s head suddenly dropped on your shoulder giving you a bit of a startle. You smiled at him as he smacked his lips and grabbed his Tata plushie tightly.

Cute.

You then allowed yourself to read again. There was nothing to be done now other than wait. A cast member who introduced herself as Darla asked if it was ok that he was leaning on you like that. He just looked so adorable and you didn’t want to wake him, so you said it was.

“Dear Passengers, we still have no news about being able to let you off, but since this is the time the first movie would be showing, we will be doing that soon. Also, all headphones are free as an apology for this situation. Let your attendant know if you’ll need a pai. Thank you for your continued patience.”

However, you dozed off as soon as you were told there was no real news. Languages and musicals mixed together as you performed in the mother of all plays. Not to mention, Taehyung was also there. He sand like the deep voiced angel he was as he played all the love interests allowing your true wishes and desires to come apparent. He began singing “It Takes Two” just to you.

When the song ended in your dream, the handsome apperutuib trued o kiss you. It startled you so much that you opened your eyes while still in shock. Hart, please calm down. You begged.

Taking in your surrounding, nothing much had changed. Taehyung. Taehyung was...holding your arm? Ok…? Where had his plushie gone? The heart shaped head was under his tired and heavy foot. You allowed yourself just to stare a bit at his sleeping face and let out a small giggle. His face did a tiny smirk before settling back to its relaxed state of sleep.

“Taetae!” Someone called from the back.

You shook him gently, “Taehyung-oppa. Wake up. One of your castmates is calling you.”

“Hmmmm….” He hummed. “Call me oppa again.”

“Oppa~” You laughed a bit at yourself and how sweet you sounded.

“Yeah?” He looked up at you with his boxy grin springing forth.

You couldn’t help but giggle once more. The guy called his name again, so Tae stretched and yawned before he stood and looked at his phone. It sounded like the director again. He told the idol to check the group chat. Taehyung smiled and showed you the message.

“What song?” He asked and handed you his phone.

Knowing there was only one answer to get everyone involved. Taehyung smiled when you showed him the message you had not sent. He pressed the SEND button and everyone chuckled.

“Tracy, you’re up!” The director said.

A plus sized girl with beautiful black hair stood up and began to sing, “You can't stop an avalanche as it races down the hill/You can try to stop the seasons, girl, but you know you never will/And you can try to stop my dancing feet, but I just cannot stand still/Cause the world keeps spinning 'round and 'round/And my heart's keeping time to the speed of sound/I was lost 'til I heard the drums, then I found my way.”

Taehyung stood and joined in, “Cause you can't stop the beat/Ever since this whole world began/A woman found out if she shook it she could shake up a man/And so I'm gonna shake and shimmy it the best that I can today/Cause you can't stop the motion of the ocean or the sun in the sky/You can wonder if you wanna, but I never ask why/And if you try to hold me down I'm gonna spit in your eye and say/That you can't stop the beat!”

As the cast performed an acapella version of the song, it was just indescribably beautiful. It was so cool to see the switch from human to character especially for the girl who played Penny. The girl who played Maybelle hadn’t returned from the bathroom in time for her part, so you picked up where she would’ve come in before you could stop yourself.

“Oh, oh, oh, you can't stop today/As it comes speeding down the track/Ooh child, yesterday is history and it's never coming back/Cuz tomorrow is a brand new day/And it don't know white from black!/Yeah cause the world keeps spinning 'round and 'round/And my heart’s keepin time to the speed of sound/I was lost ‘til I heard the drums, then I found my way!”

Everyone gave a bit of a cheer and clapped as we continued with, “Cause you can't stop the beat/Ever since we first saw the light/A man and woman liked to shake it on a Saturday night/And so I'm gonna shake and shimmy it with all of my might today/Cause you can't stop the motion of the ocean or the rain from above/They can try to stop the paradise we're dreaming of/But you cannot stop the rhythm of two hearts in love to stay/Cause you can't stop the beat.”

A few of the members were dancing in the walkways. It just sorta happened. Yeah, you were no Broadway baby, but they didn’t seem to hate your voice. Taehyung put his arm over your shoulder as the song came to a close.

“...But you cannot stop the rhythm of two hearts in love to stay/You can't stop the beat/You can't stop the beat/You can't stop the beat/You can't stop the beat/You can't stop the beat!!!”

People had their phones out and recorded the impromptu performance. For the next couple of hours, that’s what happened. When things got too anxious or boring someone would send a song to sing to the group chat. You got to trade off lines with both the Maybelle actress as well as the one who played Tracy. They’d just point at you, and you’d sing the next part.

There was a strong part of you that wanted to suggest “It Takes Two” for Taehyung since no one had so far, but you were wayyyy too nervous to do such a bold thing.

Taehyung had a baby ARMY in his lap anyways and was playing with her. She looked like your’s and his love child with his nose and eyes but your skin tone and hair color and a slightly similar texture. Adorable. What if...no no no. What were you even thinking? You having a child with the Kim Taehyung. ARMY would eat you alive!

“You’re staring, (Y/N).” His brown eyes sparkled as they looked at yours. “Did you wanna play with the baby too?”

He sat the cute little bean in your lap and you let her grab your pointer finger. Her hand started to shake is as she smiled all excitedly. Soon enough, you were playing peek-a-boo with the baby girl. She laughed every time. Then the father came and thanked you two for playing with and watching her while he got some rest before returning to his seat.

“Dear passengers, first we would like to thank you for your continued patience. The snowstorm seems to be clearing up from our readings!”

Everyone erupted in cheers!

“We have no word about what’s to come next. That is we do not know if we will be able to fly yet or if we’ll be able to drop you back off at the airport for you guys to reschedule for another flight--which better be free or I’m gonna fight the airline for you.”

People laughed.

“We have been told either one or the other will be happening within the next hour. We will let you know when we have information. Thank you again.”

“At least that’s something.” Said the man who played Corny Collins. He sat in front of you, and his face popped up as he looked at you from kneeling in his seat. “Aye, (Y/N) lemme ask you something.”

You looked up at him, “Yea?”

He grinned, “What would it take for you to become part of this cast? We’ll figure out a part for you to play if you want it. I ask cuz I think you’ve got a future in musicals. Pipe like yours are hard to find.”

If you got to be Tracy...you’d get to kiss Tae--

Your face got hot, “No, no, I could never!”

The bottle blonde Eunha who played Amber scoffed, “You’re talented, girly. At least think about it.” She lowered her voice. “Some contracts are expiring soon, so there will be space for you.” She grinned.

Corny nudged her and she playfully stuck out her tongue.

When her attention shifted back to you, she said, “I know what can get you to say yes.”

You laughed, “What?”

“Taetae, do your solo.”

Without a second of hesitation, Taehyung burst into singing, “They say it's a man's world, well, that cannot be denied/But what good's a man's world without a woman by his side?/And so I will wait until that moment you decide~”

The ensemble males began to croon softly with Tae, “That I'm your man and you're my girl/That I'm the sea and you're the pearl/It takes two, baby/It takes two”

No fucking way! Your face felt like it was burning and that sensation reached your ears too. The flame only got hotter when he made you stand in the middle of the aisle as he sang to you and only you. He even leaned in to touch his forehead to yours making sure he had a clear view of your face no matter if you were too nervous to look into his.

You wanted to glare at Eunha, but he wouldn’t let you take his eyes off of him, as he got you to sway with him, “Lancelot had Guinevere, Mrs. Claus has old St. Nick/Romeo had Juliet, and Liz, well, she has her Dick/They say it takes two to tango, well, that tango's child's play/So take me to the dance floor and we'll twist the night away!” He did the move slowly in front of you.

God his voice was powerful! The unique huskiness making it just the right amount of sensual. It also made your panties very wet, but that’s another situation. He put your arms around his neck as he held you around the waist. You knew that everyone was looking at you, but it felt like it was just you and him in that moment. How could Tracy do this every night?

“Tell me you're my girl and I'm your boy/That you're my pride and I'm your joy/That I'm the sand and you're the tide/And I'll be the groom if you'll be my bride” He got on one fucking knee, fam. “It takes two, baby. It takes two.”

Then he held your chin up to look at him, “It takes two, babaayyyyy. It takes...two.”

Ya melted. When he hit the last high note, the plane began to move. You were thrown into his arms and he fell on his back onto the seats. Everyone gasped. Lips.

“Dear passenger. Please get into your seats and buckle up! We are ready for take off! We only have a small window of time to do so. I repeat…”

As the attention had gone elsewhere, you and Taehyung scrambled to get back into your seats and get buckled. You hid your hands in your face and he tried to head to the bathroom.

“Sorry, sir,” A stewardess stopped him, “We must ask that you stay seated until we are in the air.”

“Yes, ma’am.” He sat and put on his seatbelt.

You couldn’t bare to look at him with your heart pounding in your ears even as you apologized for falling into him. He pat your back and said it was ok. Was that a chuckle you heard?

At some point, you were finally able to sit up but still found it hard to look at the beautiful man directly. Also, turbulence with your head down would not be fun.

“Don’t worry about it, ok? I know it was an accident.”

“You’re ok? I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

He shook his head, “No, I just…”

You were about to ask what he was trying to say when you saw him move the long recovered Tata to cover his crotch. That area wasn’t that high before, was it? You blushed when you realized.

That was a boner.

“Did I do that?” You asked, having lowered your voice.

Taehyung nodded, “ I was gonna go to the bathroom to...but…”

You swallowed knowing you could help him out. The blankets provided by the airline and the darkness of the plane could hide things if he could keep quiet. Just had to unfold them and put them on your laps.

“I...I’ll help you.”

His eyes got big, “Really? It wouldn’t be--”

“Yes. Really.” You nodded and got the blankets set up and waited for the flight attendants to pass by before you slid your hand down his now unbuttoned pants. You whispered into his ear, “Just stay quiet, ok?”

#BTS #Bangtan #Kim Taehyung #V #V x Reader #Reader x V #Kim Taehyung x Reader #Taehyung x Reader #Reader x Kim Taehyung #Reader x Taehyung #Hairspray

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sailorbaga-blog · 7 years

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Tom x Reader ( Sweet Lovin')

⚠️THIS CONTAINS SWEARING AND SEXUAL This has a bit of humiliation and overstimulation. And of course, Tord being the pervert he is, this contains hentai. Anyyhoww, this is female reader thanks, Ill make the other as gender neutral as posibble. Cuz I suck. __________________________________ It was 7 A.M. when your alarm on your phone ear raped you. What's worse is that you slept with headphones on. You groaned in defeat as your alarm rings. You picked your phone and switched it off. It has been almost a year since you decided to move in with Edd, Matt, Tom and of course, the red-hooded devil you never really get to know. He's there to sleep. Most of the time he likes to spend his time outside the house. But when he does stay, he locked himself in his room, comes down only to eat. Since your room is next to his, Guess who's stuck with sounds of Hentai moans and groans all night long? The fuck is wrong with that stupid guy? Is it his lullaby or somethin'? And thats why you are now stuck in the situation on why you always put on headphones before falling asleep. Seriously. This happened since the first time you got here. You groan as you sit up on your bed. You walked over to a full body mirror, and glanced yourself on the mirror. You were wearing your favorite shirt and only in your (f/c) underwear. Your (h/c) hair was messy and sticking out. You grabbed a comb and fixed it, then finally went to your bathroom and do your morning routines. ... Not long after you slipped on your (f/c) hoodie and black pants. You grabbed your phone and snuck it in your hoodie pocket. You went downstairs to see if the others had woken up yet. Apparently not. You walked yourself to the kitchen and lead yourself to the fridge. You opened it to see some eggs, flour, milk and vanilla extract. You grinned to yourself, Perfect. You're going to make pancakes for breakfast. As you grab a bowl and put the ingredients in, you heard a clicking door sound coming from upstairs. Probably Edd is up! You thought to yourself, smilling as you mix to make the batter. Not long after, you heard someone cleared their throat behind you. You look around to see, no other than the devil himself. "Oh, Hey Tord." You smilled and keep it as friendly as possible. To your experience, this is actually the first time you actually having a conversation with him. "Hey, (y/n)..." He say lazily as he yawned stretching his arms to the air. Since he was only wearing boxer and a t-shirt, his t-shirt got a little bit lifted up as he stretched. Giving you a little sneak peak of his abs and sexy V-line. You caught yourself staring and immediately turn your head back to what you were doing, stirring the batter nervously as you swallowed your saliva. "Ah, what are you making?" He asked, with a hint of his accent, probably due to his husky voice, since he just woke up. "Making pancakes, do you want some?" You gladly replyed. "Yes please," He answered in an almost amused voice. ... It was a silent and tense atmosphere as you cook, nervously dripping sweat as you tense up. You took the last piece of pancake that was cooking on the pan and stack it with the last plate. You eventually end up making breakfast for all of your housemates. "Finished!" You exclaimed, wiping the sweat of your forehead. You put the plate on the table in front of him. And he smilled. "This smells good (y/n)! Thanks!" He complimented you, and he doesn't take anymore time to taste the masterpiece you made him. You smiled and eat as well. As you both eat, he finally breaks the tense atmosphere. "So, uh, how are you?" He asked you in a nice soothing voice. You looked up to him, who is seating across the table. "Uh, I'm okay... I guess? How about you?" You replied with a hint of worry to your tone. "I'm-" He was suddenly cut off by a voice from the entrance of the kitchen. "Heya (y/n)! Hiya Tord!" Edd smiled as he greeted us. He was wearing the famous 'smeg head' shirt. He seems to never take those off. Or he just have stackes of them in his room..? You put your attention to Edd, smiled and wave back,"Hey Edd." You replied with a calming voice. Tord waved his hand to Edd. Then continued eating. "Ooo Pancakes!" Edd exclaimed and quickly found himself grab a plate which you already prepared. He sat between you and Tord. And eat the pancakes immediately. ... You three talked about how your week was going. And as you finish your plate, you took their dirty dishes aswell and wash them. "Wow, seriously (y/n)? You dont have a boyfriend?" Edd asks curiously and his eyes glistens. "No, Edd." You answered as you sigh, "Really? But would you consider?" The norwegian asks you and you felt his face turned into a smirk as he looks at your ass, sending shivers down your spine. "I would, it depends on how good he is on bed." You smirked, feeling dominant and proud. He chuckled. Edd walked outside the kitchen to watch some TV show. You knew deep inside you liked him, but your mind kept on denying it. I mean, who wouldn't like him? He's attractive, nice, and of course, sexy. You can still feel his smirk on you. You wanted to tease him. As you finish washing, you bent over the counter to reach one of the cupboards, to grab a glass. You would swing your hips now and then, taking your time to grab the glass. But too bad you couldn't reach them. He clears his throat, and rubbed the back of his neck. You turned your attention to him and smirked. "Yes?" You replied "Do you need help with that?" He asked, giving you a friendly gesture. He was smirking though. You knew what he was after. He stood up and walked closer. He was now behind you. His height compliments his muscular body perfectly as he grabbed the cup, resting it on the kitchen counter. He was still behind you. You could feel his breath on your neck. Giving you a fuzzy nice feeling on your stomach. Shivering as he blows air to your neck. You tensed up, shivering. Letting out a whimper. "Oh, sensitive.. Nice." He whispered to your ear. You could feel something wet form on your lower half. As he puts his crotch on your ass and grinds. "Sexy." He compliments. "T..Tord." You breathed out between mewls and whimpers. Then he suddenly stops, leaving you panting. "I'm free today, would you perhaps want to watch my favorite show with me?" He asks as he released his grip on your ass. You were flushed. Panting on the kitchen counter. You turned around to him and nod. He smirked, "Alright, today's shopping day so, maybe you could just chill at home with me?" You nodded again, unable to look at his eyes, because you couldn't take the heartbeats. You felt like you were going to explode. He gave you a peck on your cheek and left the room. Leaving you a blushing mess in the kitchen. You slapped yourself. You filled the cup with tap water and drank it. Come On! I Can do this. You left the kitchen and went straight upstairs. You met Tom and Matt on the way. Giving them a little greeting and told them that you made pancakes for breakfast. They thanked you and went straight to the kitchen. You went to your room to grab your laptop. You plugged your earphones to it and started to listen to music, but not too loud. A knocking sound was heard as you tell them to enter. You looked to see Edd. "(Y/n) Are you coming to the store? Its shopping day, we need stocks for food. Also I ran out of Cola." He stated. "No Edd, I'd rather stay." You refused. He looks at you suspiciously but shrugged it off. He closed your door and went downstairs. As you heard the front door closing, you went downstairs to see if they're really gone. As you went downstairs you notice that Tord was laying on the couch playing with his phone. "Oh hey (y/n), come on, lets watch." He grinned, you nodded and smiled. He played the DVD as you were watching and got really into it. It was an anime, about a high school of some sort? Until, it began to do such lewd acts. Moans and groans were coming from the TV as the girl was naked and wrapped in slimy purple tentacles. You did a face that made Tord laugh. "What.. What is this shit?" You rubbed your eyes to see if you were dreaming, and you werent. "Do you like it? Its one of my favorite episodes." He chuckled. "Dude, you're into twisted shit. She's not even doing it right." You exclaimed. Making him raise his brow and smirked. "How do you know that?" He asked you. Teasingly. You twitch at this and bit your lip. You're still looking at the screen. And the tentacles were bursting out white sticky substance. "I.. I uh.." You answered nervously. He laughs. Making you blush. You tried to hide your embarrassment, but your face were already redder than a tomato. "See? Its not like you know how to do it right." He chuckled. You faced him, "Excuse me, I do know how to do it right. In fact, I'm good at it." You smiled, feeling proud, although you lied You've never done that. You subconsciously knew that. You knew you are a virgin. He chuckled, but this time, it was a low chuckle. It made you feel tingly. "Aight, then, but to know that you're not lying..." He looked at you while biting his lip. Fucking godamn sexy demon You waited for him to continue his statement as you stare at his lip. "-Why dont you... Show me?" You felt your cheeks burn up as you started to stutter. "I.. I uh.." He was enjoying this. Seeing his little prey stutter at his words. He was loving everything about this. That godamn fuck. He knew this! He was planning this all along! You bit your lips nervously. "What's wrong? Are you scared?" He mocked. You stood up and walking your way towards his seating place. He grinned at you. His grin grew wider as you place both of your legs each on his side. You were sitting on his lap. Facing him. You swear that you could feel yourself trembling above him. "Well?" He cooed. You leaned your face to his. Leaning closely as you can practically feel his hot breath. He smells like fancy ciggars. You cupped his face and kissed him, slowly. You could feel him smirk under you. You tilt your head to deepen the kiss, slowly but passionately. You felt his tounge brushing your lower lip. Asking for entrance. You denied. Then you felt his hands grab your ass. You let out a gasp, this allows him to enter. You could feel his tounge swirling with yours. Moving in a rather fast sync. He explores every inch of your mouth, tasting it, marking it his new territory. You moaned to the kiss. You were trembling. Do you want this? Is this how I'm going to lose my virginity? Am I sure he's the man I would give it up to? Then it doesn't take long for you to answer those questions when he pulled away and leaves trails of kisses on your cheeks, down to your jawline, down to your neck. Making you gasp as his gentle touch. Yes, yes I wanted him. But deep in your mind you still thought him as a sick pervert. And you loved it. He grabbed your sides and caressing them as he sucks on your collarbone leaving hickeys and love bites. You were panting, and your legs were trembling. You wanted to feel him too. So you grind for a bit. He was surprised at your sudden gesture, but then smirked. "Eager aren't we?" He chucked and continued to suck on your neck. You were beginning to feel needy. So you cupped his face and leaned forward to kiss him, sweetly. He was taken back by your kiss, but quickly melt into it. As you kissed, you felt Tord take off your hoodie, leaving you in your favorite T-shirt. He tugged down your pants aswell. You groaned. You pulled away "Hey.. You too.." You manage to speak. He smirked and took off his red hoodie. Scattering it around the living room somewhere. You tugged at his pants. As he slowly removes it with your help. He was now in his white shirt and his boxers. You could see that its a bit too tight. You got off his lap and kneeled infront of him. Hi spreads his leg. His arms went to the back of his head. He was given the VIP seat. "Now, you said you could do it better. Now's your chance princess." He grinned. You twitched at the given nickname. You trace your fingers along his boxers, tracing the bulge. He let out a groan. You were feeling bold. You took off his boxers as his member playfully springs up. You gasped. He is Big. So very Big. You took no time to lick the tip of his shaft. Making it twitch. Precum was already dripping from it. You then started to bob your head on the tip. Then slowly goes down. You were now deep throating him. Tears was forming in your eyes as you tried to hold back your gag reflex. "Oh.. (Y/n)." He was a moaning mess above you. His shaft twitch. You could feel him getting close. "Agh.. I..Im.. Close.." He whimpered out. You stopped bobbing your head only to hollow your cheeks and licked the bottom of his shaft to the tip. Massaging his balls as you do so. You bobbed yourhead again. Earning mewls and moans. "(y/n) I'm... I'm.. Agh!" Before you could pull away you felt his hand gripped your head as he shoved himself in you, cumming in your mouth. "That was.. Sexy." He panted out, a hint of his accent was there. You felt him pulling himself out of your mouth as some of his semen dripped from your mouth. You panted and gulp, you took your fingers to take some of his cum of your face "What a waste.." You sighed as you lick your fingers clean. He was watching you drink his juices like a mad man. He was blushing crazy and his mouth was slightly parted. He smirked. "Come, A good girl will recieve a reward." Patting his thighs gesturing you to sit on his lap. "But first, Clothes off." He commanded. Your core twitched at the sudden dominance. You took your clothes off and for your damp panties, as you took it off, a string of liquid was formed. "So wet already? By what? My voice?" The norwegian stated, Chuckling. Teasing you. It was no lie though. You did got wet from his voice only. You straddled his hips and place each legs next to them. You aligned your throbbing pussy to his cock. You slowly slid in. "Ah! Fuck! So tight!" He groaned. You moaned as well. Feeling stuffed by just the tip of his cock. "Wait.. You're a virgin?" He said between groans. You nodded, trying so hard to not scream in pain. You lost your balance and plop right in. "Ah! Fuck!" You screamed in pain. Tears were rolling down your cheeks. You sniffed. It hurts like hell. He grunted, the feeling of your tight pussy around his cock was overwhelming. He's trying so hard not to cum. You adjusted yourself. "Faen! Augh!" He was blurting out words that you probably dont understand. "Agh! Jentebaby, try to relax, you're gonna break my cock." He hissed. "H-how?!" You were frustrated. You didn't know how. This was your first. He leaned forward and kissed you. Giving sloppy kisses all over your shoulder. Tenderly bite you. Then give your breast a massage, before licking its sensitive buds. Twirling and sucking it. Distracting you from the pain as you try to relax. He keeps on going. You were getting used to the feeling, your pussy twitched in anticipation. Sending Tord a groan "Are you okay?" He asks lovingly before planting a kiss to your forehead. You nodded. Pouting. "Hehe.. I'm going to start to move okay baby?" He gave you a signal. As you nodded. Hugging his shoulders for support. He lifted your hips and started to thrust slowly. "Ah! T.. Tord!" You moaned. You cried out, not in pain, but pleasure. This feels amazing. Soo.. Soo good! You were soon a moaning mess. Leaving tord proud of himself. He was proud because he made you like this. Moaning out his name in ecstasy. Sending you waves of immense pleasure. The thrust was getting sloppier. The room was filled with skin slapping and grunts. You could feel your pussy twitched as he rammed into a spot where you would let out choked moans. And he loved it. He kept on ramming to that one spot. Sending you shivers. He pulled out of you, leaving you whimpering. But only to switch positions. He was now on top of you. Your legs were cradling this waist as his cock found its way back in your pussy. He was mewling and grunting words like ,"Vakker", "Så trangt", "Jeg elsker deg." You didnt know what they were but it sounded sweet in your ear. You could feel a knot on your abdomen. It feels like its about to explode anytime soon. You screamed his name like it was prayer as that rope snapped. Squirting onto his dick. He watched in anticipation and awe. You never thought that you could cum that hard. He keept on thrusting to you as you rode off your high. Not long after, he cummed inside you. Giving you a warm feeling in your belly. He flopped onto you. He was weighing you down to the sofa. You wrapped your arms around his back. He lifted his body a little. Looking to your eyes. As the gap between you fade. The kisses were sweet and loving. He pulled away "I.. I like you, (Y/n)" You giggled and kiss his forehead. "I noticed." "By the way, you are certainly good at it. Better than I thought." He smirked and winked You giggled, then you continue to kiss his face, admiring every inch of beauty. Tasting them. You pulled away and smiled. "I love you.." You trailed off, not realizing what you said. "I.. I mean.." You looked away from him. You gave a peek on his reaction. His eyes widened as he blushed. "I.. I love you too.." He replied. Nuzzle his nose with yours. Giving you loving kisses. You kissed him on the lips once more before shifting yourself to sit up. You stood and grabbed your clothes putting them back on as he did too. You both snuggled on the sofa when the front door swung open. Tom was the first to enter and he had a disgust look at us. "Smells like sex in here." He blurted out.

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thank you my dewd for giving me something to do! ngl was going kinda insane and i’ll take anything over doing chores tbh also sorry if this is hella late

weird asks that say a lot

1. coffee mugs, teacups, wine glasses, water bottles, or soda cans?

coffee mugs usually because they hold more liquid and i use them for everything lol tea, coffee, alcohol, soda

2. chocolate bars or lollipops?

lollipops, i like having something in my mouth for long amounts of time(and yes pun intended)

3. bubblegum or cotton candy?

cotton candy oh my god. I have such a sweet tooth its ridiculous. I once bought 7 large bags of cotton candy from K days and ate them for the next 2 months even when they got hard and probably nasty lmao i just love that shit. even cotton candy flavoured stuff ( except vodka. thats a trap. )

4. how did your elementary school teachers describe you?

shy, reserved, well behaved basically i was a wimpy little shit

5. do you prefer to drink soda from soda cans, soda bottles, plastic cups or glass cups?

I like them in glass cups so i can clean it afterwards and use it again later, waste makes me feel guilty

6. pastel, boho, tomboy, preppy, goth, grunge, formal or sportswear?

if its applied to me? pastel. I love brighter colors after i stopped wearing blacks greys and whites. they feel so good and look so nice. on someone im interested in? sportswear, formal, grunge, goth, pastel, tomboy. in no particular order. if its sportswear stuff that really highlights muscles and how toned they are just MMMMMMMM. formal is fuckkkkkkking attractive. like if the white collar shirt is unbuttoned halfway and the blazer is rolled up? or no blazer but with suspenders and the sleeves rolled up? OMG i will literally lick their collarbones idgaf

7. earbuds or headphones?

headphones, mostly because its just healthier for your ears, as much as i like earphones and use them more often i just prefer headphones cuz people usually dont bother me, i do dislike the hat hair though and how bulky they are

8. movies or tv shows?

im kind of a weeb so i much prefer tv shows with regular releases so im not waiting 6 years or something for avengers lol i need my fixxxxxxxxxxx

9. favorite smell in the summer?

after rain smell or during rain smell idk. carnival food? the ocean? just water scents i guess

10. game you were best at in p.e.?

dance or volleyball both of which im still doing to this day very happily c:

11. what you have for breakfast on an average day?

cereal, maybe some nutella, whatevers left over if someone cooked the night prior or just basic bacon eggs and rice. fried rice if im feeling lucky

12. name of your favorite playlist?

Emotions empty. YEET

13. lanyard or key ring?

lanyard. I’ve had the same spidergwen/ghost spider lanyard since like 2015 and i refuse to use another lol. it feels so cool to yank on the lanyard and swing it around

14. favorite non-chocolate candy?

rock candy. hands down. that shit makes me nutty. like if i was an earth bender or some shit i’d make a giant club made of the stuff and smack people with it and lick it afterwards

15. favorite book you read as a school assignment?

the outsiders probably i mean its not like crazy favourite but like its the one i enjoyed the most out of the ones i was forced to read (i really hate being forced to do shit)

16. most comfortable position to sit in? criss cross as im doing right now lmao or sitting on one of my legs

17. most frequently worn pair of shoes? ah shit I just threw them out cuz they were old af but i had these nike high tops with the little puffy thing that inflates the sides of the shoes to make it more comfortable and it was so good in the winter and summer. it like breathed enough to let my feet stay nice and cool but it also stayed warm and never let snow get in my shoes cuz they were so high they acted like boots. i wore those for like my entire highschool experience

18. ideal weather?

raining. or breezy day. wind makes me sleepy and rain makes me excited to jump around in puddles and run as if my lifes calling is pulling me towards it

19. sleeping position?

I always sleep on my stomach. its my most comfortable position and i knock out so easily if i do. apparently its a family thing too lol my siblings all outgrew it but w.e

20. preferred place to write (i.e., in a note book, on your laptop, sketchpad, post-it notes, etc.)?

on a laptop or in my journal. the tapping of laptop keys makes me feel productive while writing in my journal makes me feel like itll be saved for the rest of my life

21. obsession from childhood?

psychology and the inner workings of the mind. why something thinks lowly of themselves, why someone thinks highly of themselves, how they came to this decision, why they thought to refuse this and that its really interesting to me to see peoples reasoning

22. role model?

not even a physical person but ALL MIGHT from my hero academia or boku no hero academia. yknow that phrase ? “ what would jesus do?” yeah its “what would all might do?” for me luuuuuuuuuuuuul

23. strange habits?

i dont really know any strange habits myself but im sure my friend justin knows a few

24. favorite crystal?

crystal???? uhhh i dont know much about this but i guess i would go with emerald? since its my birth stone?

25. first song you remember hearing?

a barney song. i shit you not.

26. favorite activity to do in warm weather?

I dont really like the heat all that much. summer is just suffering to me tbh lol like what do you do when youve taken off all ur clothes, ur AC is dead and your room is the highest room in the house where all the heat gathers? nothing. you do nothing. you cry and almost get heat stroke.

27. favorite activity to do in cold weather?

I loooooooooooove snowboarding im not good at it though but god damn its fun. specially with friends and learning together it makes me so happy seeing people grow c:

28. five songs to describe you?

fix you cold play(currently listening to this), im still here (treasure planet soundtrack) by john reznik, Good things fall apart Jon bellion, lost stars Adam levine, After Dark Asian Kung Fu Generation. is what i can say so far? i’ve got tons of songs i relate to those are the ones that just popped into mind

29. best way to bond with you?

be physical. touch me, graze me, be comfortable with me and hold up a conversation. As much as i like talking I LOVE hearing about the people im interacting with. hobbies, dreams, goals, nightmares everything. other than that? just spend time with me. any time is fine. i do prefer really deep conversations at like 3 am lol

30. places that you find sacred?

sacred to me? St. Clements park and not much else. a looooooooooot of shit has happened there. my first kiss, my worst break up, my best make up/make out, my best date.

31. what outfit do you wear to kick ass and take names?

I got these leather boots that do a clack sound on pavement and i feel powerful as fuck. I got this really high quality black formal shirt from le chateau that breathes really well and highlights my figure. I have these black jeans with zippers above and below the kneecap that make me feel dope. so yeah full black lol. theres also this grey sweater i have that flows in the wing like a cape and i feel like a superhero when wind blows it behind me

32. top five favorite vines?

ok ok theres this one i cannot find again for the life of me but its like this asian guy sittin in a stall taking a dump and it cuts to an ice cream dispenser then some dude knocks on the door and the asian guy gasps and it cuts to the ice cream dispenser but goes backwards so the poop is like going back in and the asian guy goes like “ unnnnnnnnhhhhhhhhhhhhh” and shudders and i like fucking collapse a lung everytime i think about it. some of king vaders anime parodies are fucking hilarious, the dude who made that vine where “ if johnny has 23 dish soaps” and he goes “ wait why does johnny have 23 dish soaps” and he goes “ mind your business david” while playing with dishsoap lmao. OH OH and that one where the kid puts random shit on his head to signify its his mom like where he goes “ I like ya accent where ya from?” “ im from liberia” “ *in a whisper* oh my bad I like ya accent where ya from” yeah this is longer than i thought i’ll stop it here i still got like 60 questions left

33. most used phrase in your phone?

“lmao” i’ve now used to as a similar term to lol. sometimes i say it in irl like “ le mao” and i internally cringe everytime

34. advertisements you have stuck in your head?

pizza 73, sleep country canada “why buy a mattress any where elseee” and some spotify ads cuz theyre fucking everywhere

35. average time you fall asleep?

midnight or 10 at the earliest

36. what is the first meme you remember ever seeing?

god... uhhh.. one of those rage comics those old ass black n white memes

37. suitcase or duffel bag?

duffel bag, i am NOT organized enough for a suitcase plus duffels i can carry across my chest like a backpack

38. lemonade or tea?

oof. lemonade from k days was really gooooooood. but tea is something im always comfortable with.. ill go with tea

39. lemon cake or lemon meringue pie? cake defnitely. cake tastes more mellow while meringue is like a burst of flavour right away

40. weirdest thing to ever happen at your school?

a dude OD’d during school hours or that time a dude had a seisure in class

41. last person you texted?

clarence

42. jacket pockets or pants pockets?

jacket pockets if i wanna look badass, pants pockets if im just being a panda

43. hoodie, leather jacket, cardigan, jean jacket or bomber jacket?

oooof. uhh leather or bomber. leather because i love biker aesthetic too and bomber just looks comfy

44. favorite scent for soap?

i dont particularly have one but i do like old spice or irish spring

45. which genre: sci-fi, fantasy or superhero?

SUPERHERO. HANDS DOWN. fantasy second and sci fi 3rd.

46. most comfortable outfit to sleep in?

.... naked. only on days i cannot sleep at all

47. favorite type of cheese?

uhh fuck dude uhm.. toss up between cream cheese or parmesan

48. if you were a fruit, what kind would you be?

durian. I hate durian. its spiky on the outside, smells like burnt asshole but taste is redeeming

49. what saying or quote do you live by?

Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us. Your playing small does not serve the world. There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people don't feel insecure around you. We are all meant to shine as children do. It's not just in some of us; it's in everyone. And as we let our own lights shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others.

50. what made you laugh the hardest you ever have?

inside jokes with justin. just hanging out with the dude I had the best gut wrenching laughs of my life. laughs where my jaw hurt from laughing, i lost feeling in my cheeks, my face was red and couldnt stop crying. those laughs.

51. current stresses?

job security, love life, and friends who are currently getting more and more busy and cant hang out as often

52. favorite font?

IDK? Helvetica?

53. what is the current state of your hands?

dry and typing.

54. what did you learn from your first job?

People are stupid as fuck. and coworkers are dangerous thanks alex for throwing a kitchen knife at me

55. favorite fairy tale?

idk if it counts since disney always makes fairytales but treasure planet?

56. favorite tradition?

probably christmas because i think its super important who you choose to spend it with and who you DO spend it with is a sign of how much they mean to you

57. the three biggest struggles you’ve overcome?

dads abuse, my biggest break up, my friends attempted suicide

58. four talents you’re proud of having?

yknow the devil sign you make by closing your hand in a fist except your pinky and pointer finger? i can make my pointer and pinky touch. I also have been told my volleyball spikes have been really good recently. uhh my dancing I guess? singing?

59. if you were a video game character, what would your catchphrase be?

EVERYTHINGS FINE WHY? BECAUSE I AM HERE!

60. if you were a character in an anime, what kind of anime would you want it to be?

My hero academia. hands down.

61. favorite line you heard from a book/movie/tv show/etc.?

You got the makings of greatness in you, but you gotta take the helm and chart your own course! Stick to it, no matter the squalls! And when the time comes, you'll get the chance to really test the cut of your sails and show what you're made of! And... well, I hope I'm there, catching some of the light coming off you that day. TREASURE FUCKING PLANET BOIIIIIIIIIIS

62. seven characters you relate to?

jim hawkins, hikigaya hachiman, shoya ishida, natsuki subaru, Hinata Shoyo, Hiccup, roxas.

63. five songs that would play in your club?

oh god. uhhhh shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit. learn to fly foo fighters? castle on the hill ed sheeran? man idk im not huge on clubs, just shit from like 2000′s rock bands that white person knows the lyrics to and probably screamed in their room when they were mad

64. favorite website from your childhood?

YTV when they first released those side kick things thos games were so cool except that one day where the sidekick turned into a monster i legit got scared lol

65. any permanent scars?

tons actually and i love em! they remind me that things happened and that i wont ever forget them. currently tryna get a scar for volleyball HEHEHE

66. favorite flower(s)?

i dont know much about flowers but roses and lavender is nice. and that flower in philippines where if you touch it, it like curls into itself.

67. good luck charms?

the keychains people i’ve fallen for have given to me. like this one bullet bill keychain AB gave me when we first met in highschool. i still have it. its faded and chipped in places but i feel like it makes me feel stronger yknow?

68. worst flavor of any food or drink you’ve ever tried?

birthday cake vodka. hands down. and i’ve literally tasted my own puss from an infected wound on accident

69. a fun fact that you don’t know how you learned?

in philippines flies are always swarming around peoples food so what i learned was to rip up the napkin to look like that thing people used to dust the house and it keeps them away if you swing it at them

70. left or right handed?

right handed c:

71. least favorite pattern?

pattern? uhh anything disorienting i guess

72. worst subject?

math. 100% math.

73. favorite weird flavor combo?

meatball marinara sub with like every sauce from subway

74. at what pain level out of ten (1 through 10) do you have to be at before you take an advil or ibuprofen?

8. i think i have a high pain tolerance

75. when did you lose your first tooth?

i dont remember.. maybe like 6?

76. what’s your favorite potato food (i.e. tater tots, baked potatoes, fries, chips, etc.)?

MASHED POTATOES.FRJISD

77. best plant to grow on a windowsill?

not a big fan of plants....

78. coffee from a gas station or sushi from a grocery store?

sushi from a grocery store. just cuz im not willing to pay 30 bucks for somewhat fresh stuff from a retaurant

79. which looks better, your school id photo or your driver’s license photo? school id funny enough

80. earth tones or jewel tones?

...what? i guess jewel tones?

81. fireflies or lightning bugs?

FIREFLIES OWL CITYYYYYYYYY

82. pc or console?

console. i have a better understanding of how console plays vs computer. computer is too finicky for me and aiming is a lot harder. console i know how people on console move and how i move and how to aim.

83. writing or drawing?

writing. if i knew how to draw though thatd be a different answer

84. podcasts or talk radio?

talk radio cuz i like to phone in and talk about my experiences lol i got to be on one actually it was dope

84. barbie or polly pocket?

uhhhhhh barbie?

85. fairy tales or mythology?

mythology!

86. cookies or cupcakes?

cupcakes

87. your greatest fear?

death. or atleast what happens afterwards

88. your greatest wish?

to be a hero.

89. who would you put before everyone else?

UHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH Z

90. luckiest mistake?

one time in gym class we were playing dodgeball and i slipped trying to run backwards and a dude threw a ball at me but i kicked it in a way it went straight up and i had enough time to catch it

91. boxes or bags?

boxes, much better leverage and storing is like a game of tetris!

92. lamps, overhead lights, sunlight or fairy lights?

lamps or overheads. sunlight has glare on my stuff and its hard to play and fairylights arent enough

93. nicknames?

tin man, AG, metal man, poetry man, silverado, silver city, quick silver anything with silver really.

94. favorite season?

fall and winter. winter being the best

95. favorite app on your phone?

Epic seven

96. desktop background? its a picture of hinata shoyo from HAIKYUU!! doing a spike with wings on his back!

97. how many phone numbers do you have memorized?

only 1. thats my own lmao

98. favorite historical era?

uhhhhhh shit idk. they all seemed pretty shitty tbh..........

#ask me shit #ask me more things!#this was nice!

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