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#sorry if this makes no sense or is worded awkwardly im so sleepy and out of it
trobedison · 3 years
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the utter delusion of some of these mq reviewers that are misidentifying ian and poppy’s dynamic as a romantic will-they-won’t-they…
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kira-fluff · 3 years
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Heeey!
Saeyoung, Yoosung, Jumin and Zen reacting to to “hotel only one bed” trope ? ♥️
a/n: of course you can lovely! <3 *AHEM* Lemme just say this trope is ELITE and I will NEVER not love it // also, i’m writing it like it’s before they’re dating (OF COURSE) because I want it to be spicy (actually that’s the only thing that would make sense for this prompt but you get my point whatever). ALSO also I’m basing the fancy hotel off my stay at the Ritz Carlton (it was like $25,000 a night) because my grandma couldn’t manage money N E WAYSS. Also, if y’all could let me know whether you prefer Y/N to MC pls lmk k thx 
TW: drunk old lady w/no filter, gets pretty suggestive because I couldn’t help myself, an overbearing aunt, savage Italians, and loud hotel neighbor 
Note: omfg i accidentally made this so long oh well here’s yo present lmao 
“There’s only one bed” PT.1 PT.2
Saeyoung 
Getaway missions are mad cool until you can’t sleep 
When you finally neared the parking entrance to your hotel you were SO looking forward to taking a nice hot shower before shimming into the covers of your crisp, (clean, you hoped) sheets. 
It was past 3AM when Saeyoung finally drove his elegant vehicular device (because what other word is there for it) into a secured parking space 
“Because I don’t trust those shady valets, y/n.” 
“Whatever you say, Seven”, you replied groggily. 
You hauled ass up to the front desk, then to the elevator of the exquisite hotel you were staying at
not that you cared 
because S L E E P 
but Saeyoung likes to quote Jurassic Park (because of course he does) like “I spare no expense, y/n” 
“I’m too tired to laugh” 
*gASP* 
“Not everyone naturally stays up until the early morning light before going to sleep.” 
“It really should become a thing, it’s honestly very iconic of me.” (it’s not)
By the time your conversation ended you were glad to see your hotel number and a little key card slot. 
Saeyoung made a show of sticking the key card in like a spy or something 
it was funny for normal y/n but not for tired y/n 
“Here’s your room, M’lady.” 
He held the door open to your room as you looked around the room 
a large, lush bed set before a ginormous flat screen TV with complimentary expensive chocolates laid before you as well as complimentary take-home elegant towels and slippers. 
suddenly, you heard a knock on the door 
blinking in confusion, you opened to see it was Saeyoung 
“Um.. hey! What’s up?” 
Saeyoung looked a bit bewildered himself before saying, 
“Hey, so, I realized my key card was the same room number as yours and I was like ‘That’s weird!’ so I called the front desk who verified that I had placed a reservation for one room, not two, so I hacked into their system to see what went wrong and if I could change it but it looks like they’re completely booked and I think I had made the reservation before I knew that you had to come along and I’m so sorry” 
he was breathless after the mouthful he just gave you 
As it was 3AM a drunk, old woman was tripping her way to her room and shouted much louder than she should at 3AM, “Kiss her already n’ fuck, ya youngin’s!” 
Saeyoung’s hair now matched his face :) 
His ears were tipped bright red before coughing awkwardly 
“I can sleep on the ground. I’ve done it plenty of times, it’s actually pretty comfy.” 
“Um, Sev’ I’m not going to make you just sleep on the floor. If you want--” 
“You’re not making me, y/n, I want to do this” 
“Actually I think I’ll sleep on the floor, I sleep a lot better on the ground”, you fibbed. 
“You’re sleeping on that big ass bed.” 
“No you are.” 
“If you don’t listen I’ll sleep in the bath tub instead of the floor.” 
“Then I’LL sleep outside the room!” 
“LIKE HELL YOU WILL!” 
“WATCH ME” 
the phone rang, a worker politely asking you to quiet a bit down because even with your luxurious privacy walls, guests could still hear you arguing. 
Saeyoung began whisper shouting, “Guess that settles it.” 
he plopped on the ground, fake snoring with his arm as a pillow
you sighed 
“Fine, if neither of us are going to agree to this then we are both going to sleep in this bed.” 
Saeyoung blushed lightly at your boldness, a tad worried you’d find him creepy or weird
You started again, beginning to undress a little, causing Seven to yelp in panic and turn around immediately, shielding his eyes,
Now in your tank top and your leggings you’d been wearing under sweatpants and a t-shirt, you said, “I’m gonna go take a quick shower and go to bed. I’m so tired.” 
Seven turned around only when he’d heard the bathroom door shut 
he sighed, What am I going to do with this girl. 
By the time you’d come out of the bathroom, drying your wet hair, Seven was lying on the bed, clad in casual t-shirt and jeans. 
“Come on, Saeyoung, you have comfy clothes! It’s okay, change! I’m done in the bathroom now.” 
“Nah, this is fine.” This was not fine. Saeyoung was out of his area of expertise of expecting the unexpected because God you were so unpredictable. 
“Please” you jutted out your bottom lip in a little pout, being sure to make eye contact with him 
Something glowered in his eyes for a split second before he half-smiled saying, “Ah, little Y/n, you know I can’t say no to you when you go all sad on me.” 
He stepped into the bathroom to change, but let’s be honest. He was freaking the fuck out. 
he covered his flushed face, changing into his soft sweatpants and a cozy sweatshirt. he was scared 
the more comfortable he became the more likely he’d accidentally get closer to you and then you’d freak out because you’d hear the sound of his heart beat like it’s a fucking rave concert and then you’d be weirded forever and quite possibly never talk to him again
but on the outside, he stepped out of the bathroom, whipping his phone out with a huge smirk saying, “Smile” 
you threw up a peace sign with your tongue sticking out 
he laughed before sending it to the RFA chat 
707: Sleepover lolol [see attachment]
immediately both your phones blew up with buzzes of notifications from the chat 
you laughed lightly, brushing a stray hair from your face to tuck it behind your ear 
this was gonna be a long night for Seven. 
Zen: UGH get away from her!!!!!!!!!111!!1!!
Jumin: Maybe you should learn to type first. 
Zen: shut it cat freak
Zen: seven answer 
Zen: hey 
Zen: y/n, text “qwerty” if you’re in any kind of danger 
Jumin: What a strange code. 
You: qwerty :(
707: lololololol
Zen: !!!!!
Zen: ASJDHKJFASHFKJA 
Jumin: -_- 
Zen: WE NEED A CAR, NO A HELICOPTER im omw!! 
You: just kidding <3 i’m fine you guys 
707: lololol 
Jumin: Have a bit more faith in your subordinates, Zen. 
You closed the chat and muted your phone, expecting the incoming argument that was quickly to ensue. 
You patted the bed lightly, ushering Saeyoung to lie down next to you. 
He obliged, though he politely laid at the far edge of the left side of the bed. 
You yawned before shutting the light off and whispering a “good night”. 
Saeyoung glanced at the clock. 4AM. Only 15 minutes had passed. You were breathing softly in your sleep within the 10 minutes after you’d said goodnight and here he was still awake. 
You suddenly tousled in your sleep, and Saeyoung raised his head, whispering a soft, “Did I wake you up?” 
You replied with a soft moan before abruptly turning left onto his corner of the bed and grabbing for the first thing you’d felt -- his torso. 
Saeyoung’s breath hitched as he felt you exploring the new found “object”, running your fingers up and down his torso and nearing dangerous areas below 
Saeyoung whisper-shouted, “What are you doing?” 
He leaned closer to hear your reply, but your only answer was more soft little snores 
Saeyoung sighed, trying to lightly grab your wrists without waking you up, and directing toward yourself
no matter how hard he’d try, your arms kept finding his own
your nails would softly ghost over his chest or neck, causing him to shiver and blush profusely 
again, he sighed, trying his hardest not to give into your sleepy state 
until you broke him with a soft utterance, “Sae....young..” 
Saeyoung’s eyes widened to the size of saucers before he dared to look down at you, your hair curling on the bed every which-way.. your mouth slightly agap... 
he groaned, his brows furrowed and his eyes shut
at last he slunk his arms around your torso, being sure to respectfully keep them high around your waist 
he buried his face in the crook of your neck to subconsciously try to hide his ever growing blush (and erection) 
I don’t know how much longer I can keep doing this ‘friend’ thing when you’re driving me this crazy, y/n.
You awoke to a sleeping Saeyoung, his toned arms enveloping your small body in a hug
shamelessly, you laid still for a few moments longer. 
Yoosung 
this bean is lonely uwu
so when he’d invited to you go with him on a trip his uncle had paid for, you felt bad saying “yes” because it’s a paid trip!! 
until he begged you because his cousin Chaewon would be there and he was always really pushy and borderline a huge fuck boi 
so you conceded 
but hey free trip for the both of you minus shitty family gatherings with no one you know, right?! 
you hope there’s at least one dog. and alcohol. 
dog + alcohol at a party = an actual fun fucking time 
you were glad Yoosung was there with you because he honestly couldn’t agree with you more 
You opened your beach-side resort room to find there’s only one bed. 
Yoosung blanched and quickly dialed his auntie, who’d made the resort reservations
“Ah...hi auntie! Um, how come there isn’t a separate room for me and y/n?” 
his aunt cackled into the phone, “Aren’t you an old fashioned little gentlemen!!! Awe~~~ you’ve grown up to be such a good boy! <3 Well don’t worry, I won’t say a word to my sister or your pops. Enjoy the time you have with your adorable girlfriend and get it on a little!! I’ve got condoms if ya need ‘em honey~~ Remember dearie, when the shlong is not covered, the child support better be.” 
Yoosung hurriedly hung up the phone, his face completely red, praying you hadn’t heard the conversation that’d just ensued. 
You did 
but you smile and say, “So.. what’d they say?” 
He cleared his throat before saying, “Well, --err.. Basically there’s been a little mishap. B-but don’t worry!! I can just ask Chaewon if I can spend the night in his room.” 
“Didn’t you say he leaves a sock on the door handle every time--”
“YES but I want you to be comfortable, okay! It’s really not a big deal.” 
You shyly smiled while looking down before softly saying, “You can sleep with me.” 
Yoosung’s eyes widened and you quickly looked up, your face flushing to a deep crimson 
“I-I-I meant in the bed!!! With me. We can lie together. In the bed---- I mean we--” 
Yoosung could practically see the steam coming out of your ears and the room felt a LOT hotter 
“S-sure! Sounds great.” he had a feeling if you didn’t agree you’d end up embarrassing yourself further.. and he didn’t want you to feel bad. And he didn’t want those thoughts circulating his mind again. 
“Alright, so I’m going to hop in the shower, y/n... unless you want to go first?”
Gulping down some complimentary water you’d found in the hotel mini fridge, you quickly replied with a shake of your head. 
Nodding, Yoosung make quick work of washing his hair and trying to give himself a pep talk before he would be sleeping next to you. 
Thankful for the big size of the resort bed, you climbed under the covers, already beginning to feel sleep take you 
When Yoosung had at last dried himself off and walked out to the bed area of the resort room, he gazed at how small you looked, hugging a soft pillow in your arms, your eyes fluttered shut 
He looked away, feeling like a creep. 
He shut off the light after making a call to the resort staff to wake him up at 8AM as directed by his uncle’s itinerary
He slid under the covers, shoving a pillow in between the two of you as a little border to separate the two of you 
it wasn’t until further in the night when Yoosung had felt a jolt and he looked up in panic, through the blackness recognizing the pillow-border had been cast onto the ground 
and even more noticeably, your leg was swung over his hip, your body flush to his own 
your arms were snaked around his neck
he felt like he could feel every inch of you
your soft breath just below his ear 
your soft .. er.. chest... against his torso 
your stomach and .. the rest of it... against his own 
Yoosung could not breathe
like someone actually help this man for he is losing oxygen by the minute 
He squeezed his eyes shut and make the executive decision to wait it out til morning 
he was terrified that if he’d move you, you’d wake up and see just how much you affect him. 
And so, when the phone rang that morning, you’d startled, looking up to see your tangled limbs lying on top of his own
“oH MY GOD I’M SO SORRY YOOSUNG UGH IT’S A HABIT OF MINE AHAHHSAHDAJSHS” 
he looked at you with eyes that had noticeable circles under them (darker than even after his LOLOL gaming) 
“you look like you didn’t sleep much.... --- Is it because of me!? Oh my god I’m so sorry you should’ve just shoved me off or something seriously I didn’t mean to do it on purpose, honest!!” 
“N-no, no it’s really not!! I promise!!” He tried his best to grin, though it probably looked like a grimace, because the next thing you said was, “I’ll make it up to you” 
“You don’t need to do that. Really, I liked it.” 
It took a moment for him to realize what he just said. 
“I-I mean I like you! I mean I liked sleeping with you!!! I mean--!!” 
Yoosung was quickly spinning circles in his mind 
you couldn’t help the little giggle that came out of your mouth, “I guess we’re pretty similar, huh?” 
Yoosung smiled lightly, “Yeah, guess so.” 
You walked out together toward the breakfast area of the resort
“Hey”, you started, “Is.. Did you mean what you said? About liking me?” 
Yoosung glanced away, taking a deep breath before saying, “Yeah, yeah I did. I really like you.” 
You couldn’t hold back the big ol’ smile that took over your face as you proudly declared, “Me too!!” 
Right when Yoosung was going to go in for a kiss, he saw his auntie suddenly right next to the both of you 
“Oh my GOD when did you get here?!” 
She smirked, “My question first, dearie, what did you two like?” 
Neither of you answered, your cheeks growing red 
“You know, the first time your uncle did it with me I felt the same way. Like, what a man! Must run in the fam--” 
“OKAY! THANK YOU FOR THAT AUNTIE BUT BREAKFAST IS CALLING MY NAME MM SMELLS GOOD SEE YOU LATER.” 
Your blush didn’t leave you as you smeared strawberry cream cheese on your toasted bagel 
This trip was going to be very VERY difficult. Thank God there was alcohol. And Yoosung. And probably dogs. And Yoosung. 
Yeah. 
Gotta love relatives. 
Jumin 
You received a call from a stern voice you didn’t recognize
<<“Hello. This is Mr. Han’s chauffeur. I’m approximately 6.3 miles away from your residence. Do not worry about clothes or other necessities. All will be provided for you.”>>
“Uh.. thanks? Where....?” 
<<“Mr. Han has invited you to join him on his stay at the Ppalgan Vineyard Estates. Have you not received the notification?”>>
You glanced at your phone, seeing two unread messages on your phone. 
You read them, feeling bad you hadn’t seen them before. 
“Yes, yes of course. Thank you. Tell him I said thank you. Are you sure it’s okay for me to attend?” 
<<“Miss Y/L/N, Mr. Han gave me specific instructions to assure you would be able to come with him. I have been ordered to give 2 minute updates following your being picked up. I can assure you, it is his utmost wish that you join him this weekend. I’d be honored to thank him on your behalf, though I feel it would mean much more to him if you said it to him rather than me.” >>
“You’re right, thank you. And thanks for driving me. And for all the other stuff you said”, you replied nervously. 
<<”There is no need to thank me, Miss. I am glad to serve Mr. Han in anyway I can.”>>
The call hung up before you could spout out more thank yous 
you phone buzzed, startling you. 
you clicked the notification
<<(XXX-XXX-XXXX HAN COMPANIES) I’ve arrived at your residence. Let me know if there is anything I can carry for you. Sent 13:52>>
You quickly texted a reply of gratitude before rushing down the stairs out of your apartment, not wanting to make Jumin’s chauffeur wait. 
“Good to see you Miss Y/L/N. Is there anything I can get you? I have been given orders to purchase anything you may want or need on our way to the airport.” 
He quickly texted something on his phone, presumably a text to Jumin about your safe arrival to his limo.
“A-airport? You mean, like, flying? Are you sure I don’t need my wallet? It’s not too late for me to go grab it, right? I have my debit card on my phone too, otherwise.” 
“Miss Y/L/N you are not to spent a single won on this vacation. All is paid for.” 
“But my clothes... I don’t want Jumin to have to pay for all new things!!” 
"I assure you, money is not something Mr. Han wishes for you to be concerned with.” 
You’d stayed silent at that, feeling bad that you’d already bothered the poor man who’d just been ordered to drive you, not reassure you of Jumin’s financial affairs. 
You grew quiet, looking out the window as trees, streets, and cars zoomed past you. 
“If you so wish, there are numerous meals options in the compartments below the seats as well as alcohol, carbonated beverages and iced water glasses. You are, of course, welcome to any of these. Please do not hesitate to notify me if there is something you’d like instead. We’d glad to make it a regular option in all of our limousines.” 
You flushed, embarrassed at the amount of power Jumin’s words, and effectively, your own seemed to have on the entire Han Conglomerate as a whole. You laughed a little, it was funny thinking to yourself that you had so much power as to decide snack options for Jumin’s cars. 
Jumin was extra like that, he always went above and beyond to make you comfortable. You loved that about him. It made you feel a little spoiled, so you instinctively rejected most offers at things that seemed to further complicate his worker’s duties. 
You had no idea that when the chauffeur had said airport he meant the Han Private Airway Transportation Zone. 
As in... private jet. 
It was hard not to feel like you were in a whole different world. 
Not that Jumin treated you that way... but it was hard not to notice! 
You bowed in thanks to the driver before hastily finding your way to the nearest man standing in another black suit, his hands folded together in front of him. 
As soon as you uttered your name, his whole demeanor changed and he instantly had gone from cool and collected to humble and overwhelmingly kind. 
He’d quickly made his way to the boarding area, escorting you to the jet before leaving you at a polite distance way from Jumin who’d been looking at you from the moment you’d entered the aircraft. 
His eyes searched your own as you’d yet to discover his presence 
He couldn’t help but rake his eyes up and down your body, admiring the way you could look just in anything. 
He at last saw you searching the spacious cabin, at last laying eyes on him. 
His heart pounded faster, as if your noticing him made his heart leap in joy
You looked relieved and smiled, running over to him and sitting down next to him 
“Hi Jumin!! Oh, should I be calling you Mr. Han? That’s what your chauffeur called you.. sorry if that’s what I should’ve been addressing you as!!” 
His deep voice rumbled in your ear, causing you to shudder, “Jumin is fine.” 
You gazed up at him through your lashes, noticing the way his perfectly tailored vest made him look so... well... for lack of better word...hot. 
“Wow. You look...” Your eyes moved from his hair, to his face, to his neck, to his torso, slowly to his groin, to his legs... before you realized what you’d been doing and quickly your eyes shot up again. 
You bit your lip, “You look nice.” 
“Nice?” 
You laughed shyly, and slightly (embarrassingly) breathless, “Yeah. Yeah you do. Nice.” 
Jumin couldn’t help the sly smile he’d been holding back before replying, “You look beautiful.” 
You flushed and looked down, squirming in your seat a little before looking at him once more, offering a small, “..thank you..” 
After a few minutes of silence, you’d decided to change the subject, chattering on about how you wondered what this mysterious vacation would hold 
Jumin couldn’t help is concentration half on every word you were saying, but also your lips. Slowly licking his own, he nodded along when you’d gotten especially enthusiastic, grinning slightly when you’d gotten so excited you’d leapt out of your luxury seat. 
Within a half hour of the trip to your destination in Italy, Jumin had trouble concentrating on much else. 
Get it together, Jumin, you’re not some fool like Zen. 
It’d gotten worse the more you’d leaned further in your seat, your chest becoming slightly exposed
he covered his mouth with a hand, opting for looking out one of the many windows of the jet. 
You’d always caught his attention and made him lose his focus -- something he’d never lost before he met you 
He blamed the strawberry sent that you’d always carried with you 
He wasn’t much for expensive, faux perfume that so many of his father’s skanks would wear... it was like no other. 
After a few hours of grueling torture on your part (though you hadn’t know every single time you’d grabbed his hand or arm it’d sent his heart on a sky dive) Jumin was glad to have arrived in the gorgeous Italian acreage of the countryside. 
It was even more beautiful at the dusk of night, you’d decided 
Immediately a shiny vehicle pulled up, ready to transport you and Jumin to the estate you were to be residing in for the weekend. 
Upon pulling into the culdesac, you almost scoffed at the word “estate” -- it was more of a country in and of itself, land stretched beyond what you could see 
The mansion itself stood on pillars and high, Gothic windows. 
Inside, flying buttresses decorated the building, giving it an elegant and aged ambiance that you just adored 
“It’s so beautiful.” 
He smiled at you then, watching you take in the wonders he’d realized he took for granted. 
He was then directed to a double-door entrance way, “Your room, Mr. Han, Miss Y/L/N.” 
“Separate, correct?” 
The man stood in surprise, looking slightly aghast, “T-they never specified such details.” 
“Contact them immediately to confirm. I’ll work it out from there.” 
“Yes, Mr. Han.” From there, the man scurried away to contact the head of the estate. 
After a few moments, he returned, “The Rossi Conglomerate had assumed that you’d brought your fiance with you.” 
“Did you mention I don’t have one?” 
“Y-yes, of course! But, Mr. Han, your father--”
Jumin sighed, “I’ll take care of it.” with a wave of his hand, the man was gone 
You thanked him on his way out. 
Jumin looked at you, searching for a reaction of displeasure or worry
When he didn’t find one, he began, “I was notified the Rossi had booked their other estates to their American investors. My being here is a formality, but it is business. It would be a great discourtesy to demand--” 
You smiled reassuringly, “Jumin, don’t worry about it.. we’ll share the bed, okay?” You held your hand in his own, rubbing soothing circles on his knuckles. 
Jumin looked at you, choking on his spit slightly. 
“Y/N you do understand that--” 
“It’s fine, Jumin!! It’s late already, I’ll just put up my hair.. and.. do you know where the night clothes would be?” 
He watched as you fixed a bobby pin between your teeth before running your fingers through your hair, watching as you arched your back to-- 
“Jumin? ...you don’t know?” 
He cleared his throat, looking away, pink dusting his cheeks
“Bathroom.” 
You thanked him, unaware of his watchful eyes 
It had been a few seconds since you’d entered the bathroom before he heard a loud and alarmed, “..UM....JUMIN...?!” 
He’d quickly made his way into the bathroom
“What’s wro--” 
He looked and laying on the long granite island of the large bathroom was a silky set of lingerie as well as a note in Italian you couldn’t read. 
Jumin’s words stopped dead on his lips as he stared at you, then the silky underwear set, you, silky underwear, you.......silky underwear. 
On the outside, Jumin liked to think he came off as calm and collected, saying, “I can get you something else to wear.” 
But when he’d made it two steps out of the bathroom he had a little collision. And by collision, I mean his face.. and the wall. 
He looked in every drawer, finding nothing. He presumed clothes would be delivered as specified. But it was late already.. their servants are dismissed, only the protective guards surrounded the inside and outside of the estate.. explaining the situation to them didn’t seem very promising. 
Of course you were kicking yourself, before you’d found their little....gift... you’d cast your days clothes into the washer. They were probably soaked by now. 
Maybe I could use a hair dryer...? Or I could stuff them in the dryer?? 
Either way you’d be without clothes for.. too long. 
And nothing would be greater punishment then showing all that in front of the man you had completely fallen for... 
You heard a knock on the bathroom door. You listened from inside. 
“Hey, I, uh, couldn’t find anything. Do you think you could wear your clothes from today?” 
You whimpered, on the verge of tears, “I already put it in the washer!” 
He knocked again, “Can I hand you something?”, he asked, undoing the buttons of his formal shirt. 
“C-close your eyes!” 
Jumin chuckled darkly before covering his eyes and handing her his collared shirt 
“I’d give you the pants, too, but I don’t think they’d really fit you. Could you look at what they’d provided for me? Maybe slip on something from mine.” 
“N-no! That’d be even worse for me!! .. and you!” You blushed again imagining him half naked
You hurriedly shuffled through the drawers, but to no avail. 
You gulped, slipping on the lingerie to ensure that maybe something would be covered before buttoning Jumin’s formal shirt on you as well. 
it was so big it didn’t leave much for the imagination 
but you decided through a 10 minute pep talk that you’d suck it up and try your best to make his shirt into a night gown. 
You at last stepped out of the bathroom, Jumin’s head shooting toward the sudden noise before taking you in 
He could scarcely breathe, much less come up with a coherent sentence 
you were in his shirt... 
with barely any clothes on underneath
and you looked up at him shyly, biting your lip a little 
drawing even more attention to your lips 
Jumin had to stifle a groan, opting to head to the bathroom to change
After splashing some cold water on his face in a poor attempt to get his head out of the gutter, he quickly got on his pjs 
after you both were ready for bed, Jumin sat on the bed, opening a small novel he’d been enjoying, Anthem.  
His attention was immediately diverted from the dystopian fiction when he saw you were stretching
His shirt rode up high as he took in the way the lingerie perfect accentuated your curves, though it didn’t cover much below the waist 
Noticing your folly, your eyes widened in shock before you immediately put your hands down
which, just your luck, made it all worse. 
the sudden movement disheveled the shirt, causing it to ride down completely on one side, openly displaying the soft brassiere beneath it 
Jumin slammed his book so hard it left an echo in the large room. 
Great. He couldn’t even make it look like his book was suddenly unbelievably interesting that he just so happened to not take notice of the obvious sight before him.
You blanched, feeling a breeze along your shoulder, gasping before running to your side of the bed and pretending you don’t exist anymore 
Meanwhile Jumin is in a  c r i s i s 
In the most eloquent of words, his mind said holy fucking motherfucking shit oh my God fuck fuck fuck AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH oh my god shit shit shit fuck shit sdfasodjgiajsidogjosdg MALFUNCTION!! WARNING!!!! RUN BITCH!!! 
But Jumin didn’t run
because mama ain’t raise no bitch 
but also because if he stood up it would be blatantly obvious that he had-- 
Stop thinking about it, Jumin.
He tried to redirect his mind to his 5 senses, a grounding technique he’d learned when he got too anxious when he was younger 
But sight seemed to dominate it as his mind replayed your facial expressions, the way your hands awkwardly tried to cover yourself up, the way you looked the way he’d take it all off--- 
Oh God. I’m deep in shit. 
He had never been so pissed at himself... and embarrassed. 
He looked over at you, a horrible decision, really. 
You were still awake, your face was redder than the strawberry sent that adorned you 
“s-sorry..” you whispered, willing yourself to try to forget, “pretend that never happened..” 
Jumin was practically feral and you were saying it never happened? 
Jumin couldn’t just pretend he didn’t just see a fucking goddess 
but he would for you 
“..........pretend what never happened?” 
You sighed, a small smile on your face as you quickly turned to thank him 
but he was a LOT closer than you imagined 
he was propped up on one elbow, looking down at you, his head slightly angled. 
And suddenly your faces weren’t so far apart.
And you couldn’t help but slowly close your eyes 
Jumin felt confusion when you’d done this
he can be a bit of a pea brain, so he of course said, “I’m sure you’re very tired.” 
He shut off the light, reaching over you 
You held back the big frown you’d gotten when you realized he’d rejected you 
unbeknownst to you that it took everything in him, from the moment he’d saw you in the jet cabin, not to scoop you up in his arms and make out with you the whole way there. 
Zen 
Was Zen going to invite you to his own fucking tour? 
Of course he was 
he liked flexing his connections 
and most of all, showing you just how much he cared about you 
and loved you
but not the love part because God if you ever found out Zen might jump into the nearest body of water and never return 
not that he didn’t have any confidence
he has lots of it 
but it all kind of disintegrates when he gets to talking about his real feelings
But come on, it was blatantly obvious to anyone who had heckin eyes 
or ears 
or just any functioning body 
the way he’d try to subtly throw an arm over your shoulder 
or he’d lean in whenever you spoke 
or the way he’d readjust his posture when you walked into a room 
or the way everyone caught him staring 
like anytime you weren’t looking 
or when you are looking because he is “built different” 
So the limo ride to the fancy hotel he was to stay at was something that had him looking forward to the tour, but also dreading it 
you’d sat close to him in the limo because his agent and other workers were sitting along with him. 
So close that your ass got pushed further and further onto his lap
because damn where the fuck are we and why are there so many goddamn potholes 
Zen tried to steady you by firmly grabbing your hips 
which was NOT the move 
because now that you were firmly set on his lap, every bump felt like a fucking war against his hormones. 
Like a gentleman, he quickly opted to seat you next to him, not wanting you to feel embarrassed 
still, he could feel you being pulled closer to him with every long turn the limo made or every bump or abrupt stop 
and it was torture. 
like this man is sweating 
but by some miracle you arrive at the hotel in one piece! Yay! 
but Zen’s soul has left his body~~ 
so you get set up 
You open the room, “Look, Zen! This bed is HUGE!!”, you ran over to it and plopped your face onto the sheets
He chuckled, watching you act like a little kid excited about a hotel for the first time 
his brows furrowed when he realized there was no door separator between your rooms 
He immediately called the front desk 
all you could over hear was “No, there seems to be some kind of mistake” 
and “I reserved two rooms -- conjoined” 
“Alright, ok. Thanks.” and then he hung up. 
“So..” he sighed, “They can’t get another room because they’re completely booked. Someone must’ve recognized the limo and lots of fans immediately bought up all the rooms in hopes of seeing me.”
“It’s alright Zen! I can ask to switch with your agent or something!!” 
“NO!” Zen said a little too loudly. “No. Um, look it would be bad because he’s a man.” 
“Your a dude, too, Zen.” 
“I-- yeah, but that’s different because I’m a guy you can trust.” 
“True..”
“So I’ll sleep on the couch, ‘kay?” 
“Zen, no! You need your beauty sleep to be ready for your performance tomorrow!!!” 
“It’s alright, really!”
“I’ll sleep on the couch!” 
“Like hell you will.” 
“Please :(”
“Y/N, seriously--” 
“Then how about this! You and I just sleep in the same bed!” 
Ever the dramatic soul, Zen gasped with his palm over his heart “How SCANDALOUS!” 
“Aren’t you supposed to be Mr. Playboy?”
“Only for you, baby”, he winked. 
You stuttered, “T-that’s not funny! Seriously don’t make it weird you horn- dog!” 
He threw his head back in laughter, “Horn-dog?! I thought you said you trusted me!” 
“Not when you’re obviously thinking about doing this and that to me!!” 
“Doing this and tha---Hey! Who do you think I am?!”
There was suddenly a loud bang on the wall and a burly man shouted, “GO TO FUCKIN’ SLEEP YOU OBNOXIOUS, SEXUALLY FRUSTRATED LITTLE SHITS!”
You smirked, holding in a laugh saying, “Sounds like your fans are getting jealous.” 
Zen’s mouth dropped and you began laughing hysterically 
“T-that was like a 60 year old man!” 
“I’M 42 YOU LITTLE SHIT” 
You fell back on the bed, laughing louder 
Zen shouted back, “WELL EXCUSE ME, SEXY, 42 YEAR OLD MAN” 
There was silence before a harsh knock sounded at your door 
All Zen’s bravado disintegrated and he made a dash for the bed, whispering loudly for you to “Turn off the fuckin’ lights, turn off the fuckin’ lights!” 
You stifled more giggles rising up to your throat as you clicked off the light, making sure the room was locked, and climbed into bed
you breathed out your last laughs, sighing to yourself contentedly before noticing the close proximity you were to Zen 
You stared at each other for a long moment 
You leaned in closer 
Zen placed a palm on your cheek, gently cupping it
he softly whispered, “Can I kiss you?” 
You answered by harshly connecting your lips
The two of you feeding off each other’s oxygen as Zen bit your lip, causing you to gasp and open your mouth to make way for his tongue 
you whimpered, feeling faint from lack of oxygen
the two of you parted, out of breath 
Zen wanted to say something smooth like “I’ve always wanted to do that.” 
but instead he said “I’ve always wanted to do you.” 
He mentally smacked his head, blaming the lack of oxygen for his stupidity
But you smirked up at him coyly, replying, “Then why don’t you?” 
Um yeah rip your hotel neighbor he will literally hate both of you so much 
I had honestly SO MUCH FUN writing this!! Let me know if you want, like, a part two to this. I think I’d just be so fun lol
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sckyie · 3 years
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genre + warnings: bittersweet fluff + some angst?; timeskip!sakusa, drunk sakusa, kabedon, alcohol mentions
pronouns used: they/them
a/n: im sleepy omfg anyways hi im writing stuff on my other account after this
You were always the more affectionate type in the relationship between you and Sakusa. Well, that's what you would call it. Nothing was ever official the two of you but, he never minded when you held his hand in private, cuddled beside him, or even called him cutesy names. He was comfortable around you, it was almost as if he were a different person altogether.
Though he didn't mind the unofficial title, it did sting in your chest that you didn't technically matter enough for anything to be set and stone. It was hard to bring it up but also keep a cool head when talking about it. You wanted to be known as Sakusa's significant other, not just his best friend.
An upcoming MSBY dinner before the big game was approaching and Sakusa had asked you to accompany him as his date. You doodled on your notes as you looked at your calendar on your desk. Your mind wandered thinking about Sakusa. Why hasn't he asked you to be his yet? What would his teammates say when he introduces you as his best friend?
A few days before the dinner, you invited Sakusa out to a small lunch. You dragged him along to the grocery store to buy the food and drinks. You had your arm looped around him up until you arrived at the steps of the doors of the store. He shrugs you off him and looks away from you, something he always does. You sighed as you tugged his sleeve to drag him to the proper aisles.
He was distracted, to say the least, as you were picking out the different ingredients for your lunch date. Sakusa didn't even take notice when you disappeared into a different area. It wasn't like him to do such a thing but once he realized you were gone, he was sent into a panic. He quickly drifts into other sections, searching for you.
That's when he found you speaking to someone else. Speaking to another man in particular. You weren't flirting with him or anything, you were talking to him about which brand of spice would taste better for your dish. Turns out, the guy you were talking with worked as a head chef at a local restaurant. You say your goodbyes as you place your goods in your basket before turning to find Sakusa staring at the stranger. "Oh, sorry Omi, I lost you back there. I thought you were following me," You say.
"It's...fine- who was that?" He whips his head to look at you.
"Oh, no one, I asked him to help me find some spices for lunch, come on, I have to get a couple more things then we can leave okay? I know you don't like going out as much," You say.
Was he jealous? He was lost in thought as his eyes followed where the stranger left off. He denies that he ever felt that way yet he didn't notice you tugging on his sleeve."Omi?" You ask.
"Hm," He hums through his mask. He looks down at you, his chest pressed against your back.
"You seem like a puppy clinging onto its mom, you're never this close to me in public. Is something wrong?" You chuckle looking up at him. He takes a step back and tries to look away. You smile up at him before picking your final ingredients.
"Sorry Y/n, just..." You pat his side lightly before heading over to the cashier. He sighs before trailing behind you.
The entire lunch date it seemed like he was quieter than normal, uncomfortable to talk to you even. While you two shifted into watching a movie, he held your hand tighter than usual as you snuggled beside him. It was foreign to be this close to Sakusa, but you didn't mind the comfort being held in his arms. So much so, that soon after you found yourself slowly drifting off to sleep engulfed in his warmth.
Sakusa looked down at your now sleeping figure, his cheeks burning red, as he lowered the volume of the movie. How did he end up in this situation? Though he did like you having you beside him, he was thinking to himself. Why was he so clingy to you? Was it jealousy? It couldn't be, you technically weren't his significant other.
The next day, the two of you didn't talk about you falling asleep beside him. It was the first time he had let you gotten so close to him. Besides the point, tonight was the MSBY dinner at a night bar and restaurant rented out to the entire team. You joined the team and their respective invites to the tables as everyone greeted one another at the tables.
You sat beside Sakusa and across from Atsumu with his brother beside him. You smiled at the twins before turning to look down at the menu. "So how do you know Sakusa?" Atsumu asks.
"Oh, we're childhood friends, we were neighbors as up until we graduated. We reconnected recently when I moved back for college," You explained.
"So yer not...dating?" Atsumu raised his eyebrow. Osamu nudged his leg against his brother's but you paused to respond.
"No, we're not," Sakusa says, seeing you hesitate. You looked away from him, and awkwardly smiled back at Atsumu. "They're just my best friend."
Just a best friend. You couldn't wrap your head around those words. It was true, you were his best friend, but the feelings you had for him stung in your chest. You pinched your thigh to ignore the unsettling feeling in your stomach. You tried to make conversation with the boys, more so with Atsumu. Sakusa raised his eyebrow at this, but never saying a word to you.
When the dinner at the table ended, the team moved to the entertainment bar upstairs. You quietly followed behind Sakusa to where Atsumu and Osamu had gone to play pool. "Do you play?" Osamu asked, you shook your head as you watched Sakusa walk away to go get a drink.
"What's on yer mind? You seem down all of dinner," Osamu says. Atsumu seats himself beside you as his brother takes his turn at the pool table.
"Sakusa...He's..." You trailed. "To me, he's more than just my best friend. But I guess, that's all I'll ever be to him." You sighed.
"Oh he doesn't want to make it official, huh?" Atsumu nudges. You nod.
"He cuddles me, holds my hand- hell, he got jealous yesterday over a dude helping me buy spices, I don't get it. Now, look at him," You gesture. Sakusa sat himself beside Meian and the other players at the bar to drink almost as if he had forgotten about you. "It doesn't make sense. Now I just...Just wanna forget about my dumb feeling and move on."
You let out a sigh as Atsumu pats you on the back. The rest of the night, the twins spent playing while trying to cheer you up. It worked as you found yourself as well as two more players joining in, joyously playing pool and casually drinking.
Sakusa on the other hand, had decided to drink as he never wanted to admit he was jealous. He wanted you. He did, but he didn't want to tell you to stop talking to his teammate. Why didn't he tell Atsumu that you were his significant other? He takes another sip of his dark liquor before glancing behind him to see you and Atsumu leaning against a wall.
You two were smiling, laughing, being the happiest in the room. Why were you smiling so big? Only Sakusa was supposed to make you smile like that. No one else. His eyes watch as you playfully nudged Atsumu and that's what upset him. You weren't falling for him, were you?
Sakusa found himself walking towards the two of you. His cheeks were bright red, his steps were slightly off for his drunk stature. You turn to see the wobbly figure but before you could stop him or say anything to him, Sakusa had his mind set on one thing.
He had stood in front of Atsumu, nearly a step away from him. You feared for your life that Sakusa would hit him but you were frozen. Sakusa takes his hands and slams it against the walls behind Atsumu, encasing the setter in between his arms. You take a moment to pause.
"Who the fuck do you think you are talking to Y/n?" Sakusa mutters. Atsumu could smell the alcohol in his breath.
"Omi-kun it's not what ya think I- I-" Atsumu stuttered.
You couldn't make out what the two were saying but you were concerned. You heard the muttered arguments and you turned to Osamu who was talking to Bokuto. You tugged at his sleeve before showing him what was happening.
"Did- did my brother just get kabedoned by Sakusa-san?" Osamu tilted his head. You nodded and asked what to do. "Break it up. I'm not helping ya."
You approached the two conversing to overhear what they were saying to one another.
"I swear to fucking God- I'll break- I'll break-" Sakusa threatened. "If you were flirting with Y/n."
"I wasn't! I wasn't!" Atsumu pleaded.
"Hey hey! Omi!" You called out, trying to get Sakusa's attention. He glances at you but he turns back to Atsumu. This time his right hand moves closer to Atsumu's body to grab it. You approach the two. "Omi!"
"Omi-kun, we were just talking not flirting I swear! Just ask them!" Atsumu was sweating bullets. He had never been this close to Sakusa nor has ever seen him this infuriated. Sakusa had enough and grabbed Atsumu's shirt.
"Omi! Look at me, not him!" You called out, ran over grabbing Sakusa's wrist off Atsumu. He pulls off the fabric, allowing the setter to stumble away from the wall. "Omi, we weren't flirting. He was just cheering me up."
"Cheering you up? Why?" Sakusa scratches the back of his neck.
"Why? Because of you dumb dumb," You huffed.
"Because of me? Why because of me?" He asked.
"Oh my god," You groaned. You placed your hands on Sakusa's cheeks before pulling him down and placing a sloppy kiss on his lips. His mouth was soft despite what you'd expected. After waiting months, finally pressing your lips against his was a wave of relief. You could taste the bitter liquor leftover on his lips as you pulled away. "Because you...you failed to realized that I'm in love with you and you just abandoned me to hang out with your teammates and their guests. Now..will you hang out with me or are you gonna keep denying your jealousy like yesterday?"
Sakusa looks at you for a second before snaking his hand around your waist. He pulls you in for another kiss, prompting the team to give him a round of applause. His slips his tongue this time, letting you taste more of the alcohol in his system. You pull away, smiling and notice how much he was smiling too. "Sorry for being jealous," He says. He looks up to Atsumu who was now standing beside Osamu. "I may be drunk, but if you- if you flirt with Y/n for real, I'm break your nose Miya."
You giggle as you dragged Sakusa to an empty table by the bar where you'd sober him up. "Do you really mean that?" You say as you bring a glass of water to Sakusa. He leans against you, resting his head on your shoulder as he sips the water. "You'll beat up Atsumu if he flirts with me?"
"I'll beat up anyone. Do you really mean it when you say you love me?" He asks.
"Shhh, you're drunk," You laughed.
"Hey, I'm not that type of drunk, tell me," He persists. You take a beat of silence to answer.
"Indefinitely," You say. Your hand laces with his, thumb rubbing the back of his hand. "I can't see myself falling for anyone else."
"Me neither," He says.
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mieohmy · 3 years
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All’s Well That Ends Well | Lee Sangyeon
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PAIRING: lee sangyeon x fem reader
GENRE: fluff, humor, angst, acquaintances-to-kinda-lovers? babysitter! au, slice of life! au
WC: 1.5k
SUMMARY: my sister asked me to babysit her daughter while she and her husband go out on a date night but it turns out her husband accidentally invited his brother to babysit too... (so i guess we’re stuck together now?)
um this took way to long to get out but I needed to write something for lovely leader sangyeon <3 + credits to original photo owners! ^^
“Yeah, yeah, I got it. No-yes-I know!” 
You sigh, focusing on the road ahead of you to your sister’s house. 
Once you arrive, you’re greeted by your niece at the door, squealing and giggling. You smile, allowing her to lead you in.
A note’s been left on the table- you’re guessing your sister left all the instructions on it. 
I left food in the fridge for you to heat up. She usually eats dinner around 5-6. Whatever you do, do NOT let my daughter get into the ice cream, you know what happened last time. We’ll be back around 8! 
Don’t die.
-y/s/n 
You shrug, placing the note down. This should be easy enough. 
For a solid 30 minutes, your niece shows you her toy collection while you play along and try your best not to yawn even though you just got here. 
Then the doorbell rings.
You look over at your niece, confused. “Did your mom mention anyone coming over?”
She shrugs, too distracted with her cool toys and gadgets.
You get up, cautiously walking to the front door and peeking through it. 
Your eyes widen. The first thing that runs through your head is-
what’s his name again?
You know who he is..... you just don’t remember his name. Your brother-in-law’s brother. 
You’ve met him a couple of times-mainly at your sister's wedding. There were only ever a few polite words exchanged, but he was kind, you remember. And handsome too- but that wasn’t important.
There was never enough interaction to know each other well enough. And there was no reason to. 
He stares back at you, equally surprised. “Y/n?”
You freeze, cursing yourself for not remembering his name. Luckily, your niece pushes past you into his arms and he gladly accepts. 
“Uncle Sangyeon!!”
A light clicks on in your head. That’s right. 
You finally regain your senses. “W-what are you doing here?”
He raises an eyebrow. “I could ask you the same?”
You gesture at your niece, still content to see the both of you together. “My sister-er- your sister-in-law asked me to babysit her today. Since she and your brother were going out for a date night.”
Sangyeon stands up. “Seriously?”
“Cause my brother asked me to do the same thing.” 
You stifle a laugh. “Wow. Uhhh, well, it’s fine. I’ll take care of her. You can go home.”
Your niece lets out a displeased noise and you both look down at her. “I don’t want uncle to leave! I don’t want anyone to leave!”
You’re about to lean down to explain everything, but sangyeon interrupts you. 
“Ah-actually, I canceled all my plans tonight so I don’t have anything to do. If you want, you can go home instead?”
Your mouth opens to deny the offer but once again, your niece beats you to it.
“No-! Why don’t the both of you just stay with me? We can all have fun together!”
Your eyes flick to his. He contemplates for a second before shrugging. “Sure, why not?”
You’re not sure how this is gonna go. An evening spent with someone you’ve barely met. Your.... -what do you even call him? 
You sigh, getting up to follow them inside. All’s well that ends well, right? 
Sangyeon is an interesting person. You’re able to find that out while talking as your niece is distracted with whatever tv show you put on in the background. 
You also find out that he’s 1038% husband material. Yes, you just formally met him, but you can tell already how kind-hearted and polite he is. 
No wonder your niece loves him so much. 
You can’t help but smile whenever sangyeon talks so sweetly to her, brushing stray hairs out of her face or tickling her sides. 
It’s weird how easy you both get along. It makes you wonder why you never took the chance to get to know him before. 
He was your sister’s brother-in-law, after all. 
When that realization comes to you, you can’t help but frown for some reason. 
“Is there something wrong?” Sangyeon asks.
You immediately shake your head, taking a sip of your juice box- apparently, your sister had a lot of those. 
Your niece calls your name, and you turn too quickly, choking on the juice. Sangyeon immediately pats your back, asking if you’re okay until you stop coughing. 
You swiftly nod, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand. Suddenly, you feel your body get hot at his concerned expression and hand gently placed on your back. 
Why do you feel like this? 
You thank him, suddenly remembering your niece. She whines, complaining that she’s hungry, and you look at the time. 
5:42. That’s right.  
“Dinnertime?” You ask Sangyeon. He smiles. 
The three of you eat until your stomachs are full and laugh until your cheeks hurt. 
Sangyeon is too funny and kind for his own good. Sadly, you figure he already has a girlfriend-maybe even a wife- already. That revelation causes disappointment to settle in you. 
“Your significant other must be really lucky,” you remark.
Sangyeon swallows too quickly. He rasps, and you quickly get him a cup of water. “I’m so sorry, was it what I said?” You look at him anxiously.
He shakes his head. “No-uh- it’s not your fault at all.” He laughs. “I was just shocked you said that. I don’t have a significant other. That’s why.”
You blink, feeling embarrassment rush throughout your body. “Oh-Oh my god, I’m sorry.” 
He grins, shining his pearly smile that only makes you feel more things. “Don’t worry about it. Just haven’t found the right one yet, you know?”
You nod sheepishly. “If it makes you feel any better, I haven’t either.”
You both suddenly look away from each other, bashful. 
Your niece cuts through the tension. “Why are you guys smiling like that?”
You bite your lip. “Nothing-! Just eat your food,” you direct her. 
And before you know it, the sound of the garage opening alerts you. 
You were about to fall asleep, having put on a movie for the three of you to watch as sangyeon stares at the sleepy look on your face, endeared. 
Your niece perks up, already running to the door to greet her parents. 
You jump up, suddenly awake and ready to interrogate your sister on the whole babysitting incident. 
Your sister’s voice filters through the house, she and her husband walk in to find you and Sangyeon sitting at the table, staring at them expectantly. 
Y/s/n raises her eyebrows. “Sangyeon? What are you doing here?” she asks, right as your confused brother-in-law calls your name questioningly. 
You and sangyeon share a look. “You told me I was babysitting your daughter today, but dear sangyeon over here comes soon after saying the exact same thing.”
Your sister frowns, turning to her husband. “I thought I told you that y/n could babysit!”
He shakes his head. “No, I thought you said y/n couldn’t make it so I asked my brother to come..”
Your sister turns back to you, an apologetic look on her face. “I’m so sorry guys. I hope I didn’t waste your time, and you still had fun?”
You look over at sangyeon, and he has that darn charming smile on his face. “Of course, we had a blast together.”
Your sister must’ve noticed the way you stared at him when he spoke because she sends you a look. You brush it off, claiming that the two of you had to get going. 
The family ushers you and sangyeon out, muttering more apologies and thanks. 
The door closes behind you two. 
“Well, that was nice.”
“It was,” you agree. 
“He gestures out down the walkway and you start walking, sangyeon easily falling in step next to you. 
Once you reach your car, you stop. 
“Do you want to go out sometime?”
“I was thinking we could see each other again...”
Both of you speak at the exact same time. 
You burst out laughing, sharing a smile. 
“I would love to.”
“I was thinking the same thing.”
You cut each other off again.
He grins. “Okay-you know what- just contact me. You have my number, right?”
You nod, awkwardly shuffling around. 
“Well, if that’s it.... text me,” you smile crookedly. 
Sangyeon bids you goodbye with a quick peck on the cheek. 
You freeze, watching as he gets in his own car and waves goodbye.
After his car is out of sight, you get in your car, finally alone before being able to fangirl for a second. 
No way. You did it. You might have a future date. A future date who was extremely handsome and the ideal man of your dreams. Also your sister’s brother-in-law..... but you could worry about that later. 
Cupping your cheeks once more, you sigh before driving off, the smile never leaving your face. 
Unbeknownst to you, your sister and niece peek through the blinds, having watched the entire interaction. 
“I told you there was something going on, mommy!” 
❀ 
EW sorry after i post this, im never thinking about it again -i hate it sm but still wanted to show some appreciation for sangyeon 🥺
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carcinized · 3 years
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Illogical
Ship(s): Romantic Logince
Words: 690 (nice)
Warning(s): Kissing, blanking out, harsh words that aren’t said harshly, very light cursing
AU(s): None or any :)
Notes: Oh my GOD titles are hard—Anyways have a cute little Logince ficlet, I very much enjoyed writing this! The original prompt was #6 of this post, requested by a Wattpad user.
Summary: Roman finds Logan alone in the kitchen at midnight, staring blankly at a wall, and has to talk to him.
Roman hated seeing Logan look pained.
There he was, brows furrowed, lips pursued, hair almost hanging over his eyes, eyes cast downward where Roman couldn't read them.
And he wasn't speaking, something else Roman hated. He loved hearing Logan's even tone and straightforward words, even when his way of speaking was the direct opposite.
But now Logan was silent, gaze awkwardly shifting around, trying to find anywhere to look besides Roman.
Which was a bit tricky, seeing as Roman was the only other person in the rather small kitchen and it was nighttime. Nothing was illuminated besides the kitchen itself.
Roman might have found it romantic had he not come down here for a midnight snack and found Logan down here, staring at the wall.
And, fine. Maybe also had Logan not returned his feelings.
But now Roman stood in front of Logan, looking up at him in concern. Logan didn't return the look, though, and Roman hadn't been able to get him to speak no matter what he tried.
Joking didn't help. Being serious and asking what was wrong—if anything was wrong—didn't help, either. Not even being annoying by flicking Logan's ear or teasing him was able to elicit a reaction.
So when Roman simply whispered Logan's name, he hadn't been expecting a response.
"Logan," Roman murmured. It wasn't even a question, just Logan's name. It didn't make sense that Logan would reply. It wasn't logical.
Yet Logan finally looked up at Roman, meeting his eyes with an unreadable but emotional expression. "Roman."
It wasn't short or stern like how Logan usually said Roman's name; It was gentle and apologetic, and it brought heat to Roman's cheeks that he really wished it didn't.
"Why—Why were you down here so late?" Roman asked. "Staring at the wall, and then ignoring me?"
"I suppose I could ask the same of you." The words were confrontational and evasive but Logan's tone was soft and heartfelt, careful yet hesitant, and only a tad defensive.
"Only the first question," Roman pointed out cautiously, not wanting to spook Logan out of speaking again. "I didn't blank out and ignore you and scare the living daylights out of you."
Logan held his gaze, mumbling, "It's night."
"Not the point," Roman replied, though there was no bite to the words. "I just... want to make sure you're okay." He cast his gaze down, unable to look at Logan's unreadable face again.
"Okay?" Logan asked in a strangled voice. "Roman—"
Roman looked up. "What?"
Then Logan's lips were on his. It happened so fast and was over so fast that Roman didn't even have time to memorize it, to compare it to the millions of times he'd daydreamed this exact moment.
He didn't even have the time to kiss back.
And now Logan was pulling away, eyes still closed even as Roman's flew open again, letting out an embarrassed "Sorry, I—" but Roman chased after him, cutting him off with another kiss.
Logan's hands came to Roman's hips, bracing from the gentle impact. Logan quickly melted against him, giving in and pulling Roman closer by his waist, kissing back slowly, sleepiness during the darkness of the night obscuring any rational thoughts as the kiss went on.
Roman reached his arms up to hook over Logan's slightly-taller shoulders, fingers finding hair at the nape of Logan's neck and gently twirling a strand or two of it around his finger, the other drawing light circles onto Logan's neck.
Then Roman pulled away, slow, lingering, and murmured, so close he practically said it into Logan's mouth, "Don't be."
And Logan laughed—laughed—and kissed Roman again, a short and sweet relief of a kiss. "Goddamnit, I thought you hated me," he said, one arm leaving Roman's waist so he could tuck a strand of hair behind his ear.
"I could never hate you, Specs," Roman whispered. "Never."
And Logan smiled, a little sadly, and brushed his fingers over Roman's cheek. "I'm glad."
Roman rested his hand over Logan's on the side of his face, feeling a smile stretch of over his lips. "Me too, Specs. Me too."
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the-bees-knives · 3 years
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Hi yes hello. I saw that you rebloged the oc ask thingy and I'll be ordering for the whole table. Can I get a 2, 3 ,5, 7, 9, 10, 12, 13, 16, 17, 19, 20, 21, 32, 34, 37, 41, 45, 48, 50, 51, 55, 60, 65, 68, 69, 70, 73, 78, 83, 87, 89, 93, 96, 98, and 99? All for Biscuit. (IM REALLY REALLY SORRY I JUST WANNA KNOW MORE ABOUT THEM 😭)
This got real long... answers under the cut!
2. What are their favourite possessions? Why? (sentimentality, history, price, etc.)
His favourite possession... is you! ��👁👁
Jokes aside, Biscuit isn't too materialistic. However, he does like the hairband he uses for his braid; it was a gift from his mother! The bow he wears around his neck is also a remnant of a modification of his uniform from his previous place of work. Biscuit used to work both as a mascot and a cook (it would switch depending on the situation) at his family's diner (restaurant? i don't know the term), and he added it because he thought it looked cute (also he couldn't do anything too feminine :( so this was the best he could do).
I will note that the cutlery embedded into him is not a part of his favourite possessions, despite his unwillingness to part with them. They're more like a part of his body, I guess?
3. Do They get jealous easily? If so, what usually causes it?
If Biscuit formed an attachment to someone and then saw them with someone else, he'd be wary of the new person, if not jealous. They'd have to become acquainted with Biscuit to ease him, though that might not always work. He'd still probably try to drag his companion away. Basically, he's pretty protective (possessive?) over those he likes.
5. What's their reputation like? Does this reputation contrast what they're really like?
I'm not sure how others would see him. Either it's "eccentric cosplayer (who's really in character)" or "weird dude". Probably the first one, as normal people couldn't survive with knives in their body for that long. Mostly Biscuit's just a weird dude though.
7. What's their "type"? What romantically attracts them to another person?
Biscuit doesn't really have a preference on appearance, it's more based on personality. Either it's someone who can care for him or someone who's just as feral/zero-braincell'd as him. He normally takes care of his victims, but he doesn't see that as attraction; it's more like caring for cattle before you eat it. If someone cared for him though, he'd be into it. As for the other one, it's just a feral power couple; both can be absolutely insane together (Run).
9. If they could change one part of their appearance, what would it be?
Spine that can turn 180 degrees. Reasoning: he has to sleep on his stomach because of the knives, but then his feet are bent uncomfy while on his stomach. Rotate spine for comfy feets. Plus, it'd be a cool party trick.
10. What's a simple thing that brings them joy?
Pets/physical affection. (Unfortunately, by unintentional design, this man is Unpettable.)
12. What's their position in their friend group? (leader, mom friend, chaos goblin, etc.)
The chill goblin: you can sit with him and have a nice hat, but if anything gets the interest of his one (1) braincell, he will go absolutely feral.
13. How forgiving are they? What do they consider unforgivable?
I think he's pretty forgiving, considering. If you attacked him, he'd probably consider it as play-fighting or something. He won't like it if you mess with his personal belongings, but he'll forgive you if it's for a good reason (for him) or if you give it back.
As for the things he'd find unforgivable, touching the two knives sticking out of his head is an absolute no-no. (The ones in his shoulders are sort of meh; he won't like it if you touch them, but he won't try to kill you for it.) The knives in his head are really sensitive, so he'll become agitated quick and snap if you try to move or remove them.
16. What food do they absolutely hate?
fish yucky >:(
17. Do they show a lot of affection, or are they pretty reserved?
If Biscuit had an s/o or a good friend (you know, people he's not interested in for food), he'd be pretty affectionate; he likes them and wants to show it! He might get a little close though, so make sure to set (and remind him of) personal boundaries.
19. What's their unusual quirk?
I don't know why, but I imagine that Biscuit can bleed infinitely. If you were to remove any of the knives embedded into him, the wound will just keep bleeding until they're inserted back in. I don't really have an explanation for this, but he is a human, so??? I just think it's neat.
20. Are they easy to wake up in the morning, or grouchy and sleepy?
While Biscuit does get up early, he's particularly lazy and groggy. It's kind of like those moods where you want to go back to sleep, but you can't because your body's awake.
21. What's their ideal date like?
Anywhere really, so long as his s/o is giving him attention.
32. What are they like at parties? Party animal, or awkwardly sitting in the corner drinking punch and reading?
Party animal, except everyone else is sitting in the corner trying to avoid him. He doesn’t really think before speaking, so he says whatever without any filter. (Plus, the knives don’t help. No, he won’t remove them.)
34. What’s their favourite drink? (Coffee, tea, juice, hot chocolate, soda, etc.)
Biscuit is a milkshake lad. His favourite is strawberry-banana!
37. Are they a hopeless romantic, or is that stuff just not for them?
Biscuit has a “love-at-first-interaction” mentality, like if someone shows genuine interest in him, then he wants to be with them and chases that feeling (and them).
41. What would they dress up as for Halloween?
Bold of you to assume that he’d even need a Halloween costume.
All jokes aside though, Biscuit has No Patience to put a costume together (or even look for one), so he’d probably just go with his normal wear. People have already mistaken the knives as cosplay/props anyway, so it’s just less work, instant results.
(He does have the old mascot suit, but he can’t wear it anymore without it hitting the knives.)
45. Are they always late, on time, or early?
None of the above, he forgot that event was today.
48. How dramatic are they?
Biscuit’s not the type to start drama, nor is he extremely emphatic (is that the word?) with his speech. He’s just kind of vibing.
50. Why would they be a good partner for a road trip?
Fun(?) to do activities with; will probably suggest random stuff to do if there’s no set itinerary (will probably suggest it anyway). If you’re looking for a spontaneous road trip, he’s your guy.
51. Why would they be a BAD partner for a road trip?
Will Never Sit Still; must be kept under watch constantly, otherwise he’ll run off to who knows where. (Just keep him on a leash or something)
55. Choose a vine you think perfectly encapsulates their character.
This video has pretty strong vibes of brainrot, so I think it's appropriate.
60. What sappy thing will they cry at? (romance movies, cute cat videos, etc.) Would they deny crying about it later on?
Biscuit loves all types of animals, especially furry ones (so dogs, cats, bats, rats… bean toes are a plus). So he’d absolutely cry if shown cute pet videos and gush about how precious and baby each one is. No denial either, if you confront him about it, he’d just justify it by gushing about them more. (He doesn’t have any pets of his own though. I wouldn’t trust him with a pet.)
As a side note, if he found out his victim was a beastkin or could turn into an animal or something, he’d be really conflicted on whether to harm them or not, but would ultimately decide against it.
65. Do they give people a lot of nicknames?
Biscuit isn’t creative enough to make genuine nicknames. However, if he forgot your name (and he probably would), he’d just name something off of your appearance (“pink jacket”, “shark guy”, things like that).
68. Are they easy to fluster? What would you have to do to truly fluster them?
Biscuit can only really be flustered by people he likes or people that he thinks are close to him. He’ll melt and nuzzle you if you surprise him with something nice, physical or otherwise :)
69. What’s their dream vacation like?
Go to the countryside and run around and be feral. Then chill in the evening and take a bath, because he needs to make sure his knives are clean.
70. Are they a good liar?
Biscuit doesn’t even try to lie. He’s really impulsive, and he doesn’t see what’s wrong with what he does. If he tried to lie, it’d be stupid/simple and obvious that it’s a lie, but he’d stick to his guns and insist that it’s true. Though, his voice/expression wouldn’t fluctuate, so you’d have to believe either in common sense or him.
73. Are they more book smarts, or street smarts?
Street smarts; this man’s head is empty (except for the two knives in there but).
78. What’s something they’re really bad at?
Almost anything that involves careful planning and concentration to complete. Things like puzzles or sewing; if it doesn’t give immediate satisfaction, then what’s the point?
The only things that Biscuit does pay attention to are cooking and, by extent, caring for his victim (as they’re a part of the cooking process).
83. What are they like as an s/o?
Loyal and (possibly) clingy. Will want to accompany you for days, then vanish out of thin air due to impulsiveness (will absolutely forget to feed his victim during this time, if he has one). Forgets about physical boundaries, but means well (trying to show affection).
Biscuit’s love languages are, in no particular order: physical touch, acts of service, and quality time. Personal hug-buddy that can cook :)
87. Do they like spicy food?
Yes he does! I like to imagine that he incorporates spice from time to time into his dishes. I don’t know what his tolerance would be though due to lack of experience (I will perish).
89. What would they get into a petty argument over?
Which animal is the best? Answer: it’s all of them. (Though he does have a preference towards furry animals, he tries to be unbiased in this argument.)
93. What type of movies do they like to watch?
Both gorey horror movies and feel-good movies (especially if they have animal protagonists). They’re just fun to watch.
96. What’s their sense of humour like? (Dad jokes, morbid humour, basic knock-knock jokes, stand-up comedy, etc.)
Physical humour, stand-up, and maybe surreal humour. Anything else might be too complex for him.
98. How competitive are they?
He’s not very competitive on his own, though if someone challenges him to a contest, he’s still going to try to beat them for the satisfaction of it. Don’t challenge him to a contest if you want to have chill times with him.
99. What would they wear to a formal event? Describe their outfit!
Biscuit has No Standards when it comes to social events, so he’s going as normal. If he had to dress fancy though (and if he had access to it), he’d probably just wear a simple pink dress shirt and dress pants + suspenders. Slick his hair back too. The knives stay.
(I don’t even think he can enter most shops with the knives, fake or not. I don’t know; I’ve never entered an establishment with visible knives before.)
This was a long post, so let me know if I missed anything;;
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heardwho · 4 years
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[ HEY do YOU want blogcanon fics that end abruptly? of course you do here you go
but real talk im on my Final finals weeks so hopefully i’ll have time to do things here. for now, have this thing i wrote on my off time when i was bored of hearing buffering class lectures ]
In two days, Gertrude McFuzz noticed a distinct lack of elephantine rumbling and bumbling in the jungle.
It wasn’t like she and Horton were in any way close-- they were friendly, but they weren’t friends. They’ve had some polite conversation here and there, but they were brief and tapered awkwardly at the end. It may seem silly, but it felt like they were kindred spirits,in a way. They were both overlooked and unappreciated for one reason or another. Her with her looks, Horton with his eccentricities.
In the next three was when she heard of the news. Word on the grapevine was that the elephant had gotten captured by hunters. As much as the animals perched up and around there were gossipy, it was the one common thread in all their embellished tales.
“S-- shouldn’t we stop ‘em?” she asked the animals hanging around the grapevine, voice trembling in frantic energy. “We can’t just… let them just take Horton away, can we? ”
“That’s just the way things are.”
She turned around. The air was no less than fresh, but the atmosphere had quickly… soured, to say the least.
Jane hopped up to the clearing, eyeing the other animals, who had gone silent. “It’s unfortunate,” she drawled in a way that, frankly, showed her concern. That is to say, very little at all. “None of us can change that, and to try that would be foolish.”
“But--”
“But nothing,” she snapped back, leaning in a bit too close. Her joey mirrored the movement. “Better him than any of us.”
And much to Gertrude's dismay and horror, she saw the animals chorus an agreement.
The bird wanted to say so many things. That, if she was so smart, why couldn’t she figure out a way that wouldn’t be quote-unquote foolish. How nature changed constantly-- it was nature, why was this the one thing that couldn’t change? How, even if the kangaroo didn’t care for Horton, it was still a terrible thing to say, regardless! 
Well, she didn’t. Gertrude just shrank away until she left. But she wanted to say something, that had to count for something.
For the next few weeks, Gertrude thought back to their last conversation. 
It was a common occurrence to have Horton get an earful from ol’ Jane that it would be more worrisome if it didn’t happen lately. Which was ridiculous. She didn’t remember what riled up that sour kangaroo, but it was enough for it to make a big enough scene.
“She was right,” he mumbled after the fact. His expression was apologetic. “I mean, it was kind of silly.”
“Silly or not,” Gertrude shook her head. “You’re too nice for your own good.”
“It’s better than to be too mean for my own good.” He tapped his chin thoughtfully. “My own… bad? Hm.”
“I think I get it.” Gertrude flitted to a nearby tree branch. “But seriously-- one ‘f these days, someone should say that she was wrong for once.”
Horton was silent, brows knitted together. You could practically see him turn the statement in his mind’s eye like a particularly difficult coconut to open, looking for a way to crack it open and make sense of it.
“I don’t know about you, but I can go for a quick cool-down cool dip in the pool,” he said in lieu of an answer. It wasn’t so much that Horton didn’t care, so much that he was hesitating to follow through on a thought he’s clearly thought about before. “You coming with?”
Gertrude wanted to call him out on it, to just speak his mind for once because if none of the other animals would listen to him, she would. But she didn’t.
In fifty-one weeks, Gertrude was surprised to hear that rumbling a year later.
For a minute, she had thought herself to be dreaming, but a particularly large tremor knocked that theory out the window. And also knocked her off her perch. With as much grace as she could muster, which was very little in these early hours, she swooped down in front of--
“Oh! Uh, is-- is this your tree?" Before the bird could say anything edgewise, Horton backed away and into the underbrush, trunk positioned behind his ear awkwardly. "Sorry! We'll just get out of your feathers.”
“We?” She quirked her head to the side, eyes widening as she realized that he was treating her like the animals who thought him as a nuisance. “Wait, Horton!”
And so he waited. And looked at her and thought. There was a long breadth of silence where the bird squirmed in her own skin-- oh, he’s forgotten me--
“…Gertrude?” The elephant’s posture slackened, but only barely. He was still on edge, still trying to shrink away.
She let out a sigh of relief. Was it selfish to even be relieved? “Yeah.”
“Sorry, it’s been a long-- well, fifty-one weeks, apparently.” Horton’s tone near the end had a sudden bit of wryness that caught the bird off guard.
And past that, the elephant looked different. Not by much, but in the ways that were important. There were bags under his eyes that hadn’t been there before. He was still smiling, but it was frailer than she remembered. More importantly was that he was trembling. Not out of fear-- well, maybe slightly out of fear, but not completely. It was more like his legs were unused to carrying his own weight.
And just as abruptly as it came, the sudden bitterness fizzled out. “I’m sorry, that was uncalled for. How have you been?”
“How have I--” the bird shook her head. “How have you been? How did you escape the hunters?”
“It’s… a long story, and not a very nice one.” A small peep rang out from behind him as he shook his head. “Perhaps another time?”
Gertrude wanted to say that she had been worried sick, that she was relieved, that she wanted to help him, that--
You know what, no! 
Gertrude said, “No.”
“N-- no?”
“No,” she settled on it. “Listen, you don’t need to tell your whole story, or any part of your story--”
“Gertrude--”
“-- But just, please stay. You look like you’re gonna keel over at any rate--”
“-- I really appreciate it, but--”
“-- And I know you’re gonna say somethin’ like it’s fine and it doesn’t matter, but it does matter!--”
A loud warble echoed from behind Horton and through the treetops. The elephant winced, and he was forced to move his trunk-- and its contents-- back to a more natural way of holding. 
Whatever it was, it was feathery and crying.
“Please don’t be so loud.” The elephant sighed and settled down as he tried to settle it down. “Do you-- um… mind waiting for a moment, Gertrude?”
“U-- um, no?” she looked between him and the sprig of downy feathers having a tantrum-- a tantrum she caused, no less-- trying to figure out how and when Horton got a child in the year he had been gone.
The elephant turned away from her, more out of embarrassment than any attempt to hide the child. He began to rock the clump of downy feathers in his trunk, humming something under his breath. The baby’s fits grew quieter until the sad warbles turned to contented cheeps.
The feathers began to turn and shift, and Gertrude can see sleepy eyes. Its wings unfurled, and revealed--
“An elephant-bird!” she breathed.
It looked like an elephant in every way, shape, and form. Well, except for the wings. And except for the voice, 'cause that's how a bird sings.
Or rather, peeped sleepily as it suckled on its trunk. Gertrude stared with wide eyes as it drifted off to sleep.
“You said you wanted to know what happened, right?” he said, finally cutting through the relative silence.
In half an hour, Horton told his whole tale. Or at least, the parts he was willing to share. He talked about Mayzie and the egg, how the hunters got him since he refused to leave. How, after the egg hatched, some other people took him and the baby, and did something to them, before dropping them off near the jungle.
What he didn’t talk about was the year he was missing proper. The hurt was still there, still so fresh, so Gertrude stays silent, for now at least.
But there was one thing nagging at her.
“Why were you hiding her earlier?”
Horton’s gaze lowered to the baby in the makeshift nest the bird made for her. It was that same look from a year ago, right down to the hesitation to place fault to a party that wasn’t himself. “It was… an automatic response,” he settled on, clearly unsatisfied. “There were others that weren't as kind.”
“Well, clearly they need their eyes checked,” Gertrude said in an attempt to alleviate the mood. She diverted her attention to the baby and began to coo at it. “The others have no account for taste, do they, baby?”
The elephant-bird continued to suckle on her trunk.
“Was it that ol’ Sour Kangaroo? I bet it was.”
Horton didn’t say anything, but his ears did. He began fanning them, each impact on his side letting out a small crack-crack. If she didn’t know better it looked like the elephant was… angry.
“S-- she didn’t know what happened, and said a lot of t-- terrible things--” His voice was trembling. Even his body was, too. “About me, about Mayzie, about…”
His gaze drifted to the sleeping elephant-bird.
“What did you do?”
“I told her… I told her it was none of her business,” he spat out, almost ashamed. Even if such a statement was so mild, it was a lot coming from him. “It was one thing when it was just me, but...”
Horton trailed off, unsure of how to finish it. Or rather, unsure of how to convey it in a way that didn’t place blame on the other. Even if it was ol’ Sour’s fault. He covered his face with his ears. The elephant’s entire body slumped further into the ground.
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skizmin · 6 years
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genre: fluff of course, sorta?? enemies to lovers but?? not really???, an adamant y/n and a soft woojin,,,, none of the other members appear which i didnt even realise until i finished
okay so woojin is ravenclaws most trusted prefect as hes the eldest one and literally does The Most to make himself available for others
seriously once he asked the defence against the dark arts professor for a 2 week extension on his assignment so he could tutor 5 people for the upcoming charms exam 
like,,,,,,,, damn
anyway so you actually do this extended course of charms, youre in the same class as woojin and for some reason??? the fact that hes so naturally good at it pisses you off
especially when youre falling slightly behind in that class
okay a LOt behind
your like,, only friend in that class is dropping it next term to focus on her divination classes and she doesn’t get it either but it doesnt affect her grades not nearly as much as it affects yours. 
shes all “dude just ask for woojin to tutor you” and youre like 
No NO no
no way are you being tutored by kim woojin. the idea just embarrasses you
you’re usually fine with getting help from peers but woojin?? everyone goes to him for tutoring and you sorta just dont??? wanna put yourself into that group???
you feel like it makes you inferior to him for some reason which is the worst feeling ever
(even tho you totally arent bc youre beating him in potions anyway)
anyway so its a wednesday morning and the class is about to end to allow the students to go have breakfast (you know how extended courses are out of normal school times ye??)
you’re tired as fuck
confused as fuck
hungry as fuck
everything as fuck
but then “y/n!” called you to your senses and you stopped packing your things
your professor had just called you up, an ancient tiny little man who was apart of the great battle of hogwarts some time ago
“yes sir?”
“come here would you?” 
you shoved your ink jar into your bag and nodded, walking out from behind your desk and saying bye to your friend who was leaving already
god she really did hate this class you thought lmao
the majority of the students were still packing their things away in a slow drawl probably instigated by the dim, sleepy light of the chilly morning
“anything i can help you with?” you awkwardly asked your professor who smiled at you, stepping down from his place standing on books to look up at you
“yes actually, ive noticed you’re falling behind.”
you cringed, hard, not even wanting to turn around and see who was watching
“i suggest you get a tutor if you wanna get an A for this semester, y/n.”
“sir, i don’t have time to be tutored!”
“well then i guess you’re going to fail this course y/n. just be tutored enough to catch you up on the syllabus and then i can help you with the rest, okay?”
you internally groaned. this was bad
“you’re smart, it’ll only be about 2 weeks before youre caught up. im sure theres plenty of people that would tutor you.”
you nodded and politely fare-welled the teacher before turning to walk out of the classroom
the classroom was surprisingly empty, and you were happy to see that, not really excited about your professor sharing the fact that you were failing the course
sighing to yourself, you walked out of the door, planning to go meet your friends in the great hall
“hey! wait! y/n!” 
you whipped around, half scared to death
the halls were practically empty yet
there was kim woojin
standing right next to the doorway you had just exited
your head tipped back. had he really been standing there the whole time?
“do you wanna meet tonight or something? we can go to the library?”
you gave him a pointed stare
“what? why?”
woojin was a little taken aback, he grew smaller under your gaze.
“oh, so i can- you know, tutor you? i heard you were behind by a bit.”
he looked almost embarrassed at how you were responding to his offer as you sharpened your gaze on him
“i dont need you to tutor me. i can find someone else.”
and with that you left a frowning, dumbfounded woojin standing in the hallway as you stalked off to the great hall
stupid woojin
who did he think he was asking you to meet him in the library
surely you can catch up on your own, you really dont need his help. you’re like, shaking your head lmao
smh
but anyway, the end of the day comes and you grab all these phat stacks of parchment and take you study charm books to the library and sit at the farthest ever table away from literally everyone
you start studying properties of all the spells youve learnt this second term
you get to the third spell, aparecium, one youve been having a lot of trouble remembering
you groaned, looking up in your book what exactly the spell meant and remembering it was in fact a revealing charm and you didnt have any pages with invisible ink on them. 
you began flipping further into the book, trying to find the incantation for concealing ink writing so you could practise 
“h-here.” 
you fuCKING LEAPED IN YOUR SEAT
BITCH TF
THAT SCARED YOu oh my god what was he doing here
“s-sorry for scaring you b-but, its got concealed writing on it so you can, like- practise?”
he sounded sorta hopeful as he slid the paper over to you, hands nervously twining with each other in front of him afterwards
your pride was getting to you tho so
“i’m good at that spell, i don’t need to practise it.”
woojin blinked and squinted at you a little, trying to figure out whether or not you were lying
“ooookayyyy. anyway, anything else you want help with? i can explain it a little bit for you?”
you resisted the MASSIVE urge to roll your eyes at him
we get it, youre good at this
“im okay, thanks.”
you expect woojin to leave then, and it seems he does too as he stutters in his movement before clenching his eyes shut
“do you not l-like me or something? or did i-, did i do something to you?” he peeked an eye open to gauge your reaction
he looked almost
scared?
oh no, oh no
what was this guilt? you could feel your glare softening in an instant
why are you liKE THIS
“n-no! i dont!” you stuttered out a reply, eyes widening slightly
and then, he smiled. and he smiled wide
you felt blinded almost, your heart started palpitating. so this is what it was like to have woojin smile at you, and you only.
you were fucked
“oh! okay then! sorry i just-, i just thought i’d annoyed you or something so..” he trailed off, tapping his shoe on the ground suddenly very interested in the lamp on the library desk
“anyway!” he spoke up again. “i’ll uh, i’ll leave you to it. and don’t forget to practise aparecium. it’ll be on the next test for sure.” he grinned at you again and you sorta maybe might have felt heat crawling to your cheeks.
“t-thanks woojin.”
he nodded at you, still smiling before leaving
you banged your head on the table, what in the world was that interaction
whilst burying your face in your hands you noticed he had left the enchanted paper with you, you shrugged
might as well use it, right?
,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, shit
1 and a half hours later yu were groaning out of pure frustration with yourself. no matter how perfectly you practised the incantation or how directly you swished your wand at the page, nothing appeared
no writing or anything
you were beginning to wonder if woojin gave you the right piece of parchment, that this was the one with the invisible ink
you shook your head, looking at the clock closest to you and deciding it was too late to be studying and that your brain mustnt be working right,
you packed up your stuff and went back to your dorm, making sure to get as good a sleep as possible because you had another extension charms lesson tomorrow morning
,,,
anyway so you woke up late in the morning with a sore neck and red eyes. 
this was Not Good
quickly tugging on your robes and frantically shoving things into your bag whilst brushing your teeth you rushed out of you dormitory and ran all the way to the charms classroom
you ran in out of breath, your professor looking at you with an unimpressed look. “glad to see you could make it y/n.” he drawled before turning back to the blackboard
you whined as you saw him writing a test warning for 2 weeks time, sleepily stumping your way over to your friend who was laughing at you loudly
unpacking your things, you glanced around the room. eyes landing on woojin who had a hand resting under his chin staring right back at you
your cheeks went a bit red when he smiled at you, giving you a small wave before turning his head to the board again
your friend next to you shoved you a little bit, when your turned your head you face her she simply mouthed an i saw that
you rolled your eyes and paid attention to the rest of the lesson without any distractions
anddddd thennnnnn it was over
you blinked, your notes were cleaner today than usual
“hey, y/n!” you looked up to find woojin standing in front of your desk, toothy grin on his face as per usual
your heart sorta skipped a beat before you were able to tell it not to
“hey woojin :))” you smiled, trying your best to sound friendly whilst not looking like an absolute fool
he sorta squinted at you a bit before “so uh, how was studying?”
it was your turn to look at him sceptically this time
“it was,,,,,, good??” you questioned, unsure of how to respond
woojins smile sorta falters before coming back with a somewhat sad lilt to it
“ah, right. well i gotta go. my friends are waiting.” and with that he nodded at you and left
you were confused as fuck
well, that was certainly weird
anyway, for the next week and 3 days, woojin completely avoided you
you’d be fine with this of course if you hadnt gotten that little soft spot for him a while back
it sorta hurt when your smiled at him and he sorta just sadly smiled back and looked away, or if you were gonna say hi to him he’d scurry away before one word could leave your mouth
you were really down about it honestly
bUT you also didnt have time to worry about it
your test was in FOUR. DAYS. 
AND you had studied everything else to the best of your ability apaRT from the revealing charm, aparecium.
you wanted to cry, no one could explain it well enough to you and you could say the incantation right bc everyone spoke too fast and apparently you had to use it MULTIPLE times on the tes to maKE QUESTIONS APPEAR. 
QUESTIONS
INVISIBLE QUESTIONS THAT COUNT TOWARDS YOUR MARK
basically, you were having a mental breakdown and you knew there was only one person left to try and explain it to you
kim woojin
again, he was A V O I D I N G    Y O U
which made you angry bc you neED TO GET AN A
anyway, so your class on a tuesday was an afternoon class and you sorta just planned to corner him there after class
flitwick usually left 10 minutes early to arrive at his choir practises on time and put a charm on the door so no student could leave early
so the time comes, the bells ring and students rush out of the class you go and lie in their beds or whatever most teenagers do nowadays
and you make your way over to woojin’s desk as he packs up his things, he was always the last to leave
you coughed to get his attention, when he looked up his eyes widened
“i need your help.” you stated, eyes boring into his, you could swear you saw pink flush over his cheeks
“im uh, im busy. sorry y/n-”
“just one charm? please? i really need it, no one else can explain it.”
woojins eyes softened and he bit his lip. he was contemplating.
“okay.” you smiled at him widely “lets try now, okay?”
you nodded, placing you bag down and grabbing out some enchanted pieces of parchemnt, including the one he gave you
you sat down next to him and he look confused
“whats the paper for?”
“the aparecium charm.” you replied simply, turning to face him
a look of realisation dawned over his face
“i thought you said you were good at that charm?” he muttered
you looked at him weird, why was he acting so strange?
“i lied, i didnt want help back then but i do now. so,”
and then he grinned widely, taking a piece of paper that wasnt the one he gave you and telling you to watch closely
“aparecium.” he said, clearly. swishing his wand almost expertly
you looked at the paper in front of you and saw the writing of hello appear on it in your cursive handwriting
you looked up at him in aw.
“can you say it again? slowly? i dont think im pronouncing it right.”
woojin giggled
G I G G L E D
and repeated himself, clear and slow. you nodded at him, taking a random piece of paper and clearing your throat
“wait!” woojin yelped “use this one!” 
you furrowed your brows as he shoved the piece of paper he gave you in the library in front of you
“uh, okay?” you replied, glancing up at his smile
clearing your throat again, you swished you wand and spoke clearly. “aparecium.”
nothing happened to the paper and you groaned loudly
“oh, y/n, your pronunciation is perfect. its the swish thats wrong.”
you bored your eyes into him “what?”
“youre doing it this way. youre supposed to do it this way” he flourished his wand to demonstarte to you the wrong doing
you still furrowed your brow, not really seeing the difference between the two
“here, i’ll show you”
o hMY GOD HE 
HE JUST GRABBED YOUR HAND HOLY SHIT
SIRENS CALL THE AMBULANCE
YOU REALLY ALMOST CHOKED ON AIR
suddenly you felt fire all over. red surely covering your face as you tried to concentrate but holY SHIT
“okay so youre going like this.” he moved your hand in his own, making out the movement you made before
“but you should be doing this.” 
o h
ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh
now you get it
you wanted to bang your head on the table for being so dumb about it
“oH RIGHT! woojin you’re literally a life saver!”
he laughed again, retracting his hand from yours as red splashed over his cheeks and onto his ears
“well, go on! try it!
you smiled, looking down at the paper and saying a strong and clear incantation whilst moving your wand exactly how woojin showed you to
you squeALED in excitement as ink dotted onto the page! 
you grabbed woojin by the forearm and raised it above both of your heads in celebration
he laughed and cheered along with you before you settled down, beginning your massive thank you speech.
“seriously i couldnt have done it without your help i could have faile-”
“y/n, read it.” woojin smiled at you
“what?” you replied, confused
“read the parchment.”
eyebrows furrowing once again you looked down at the parchment with now visible ink
do you wanna maybe go to hogsmeade with me this weekend?
your eyes widened
no way
no way no way no way
you snapped your eyes up to meet his
this is why he avoided you! he thought youd rejected him in such a selfish cold hearted way!
“i’ve uh, actually liked you for a while. we missed last weekend but im down to go next weekend if you want?”
“i- i, i mean, y-you! of course! i’ll go with you, yeah! oh my god i am so sorry you mustve thought i was such a bitch i shouldnt have lied im an awf-”
oh my fUCKING GOD
CODE FUCKING RED HIS HANDS WHERE ON YOUR CHEEKS
AND HIS LIPS ON YOURS
BREATHING? WHOS SHE
your eyes clenched shut as you reached to grab the front of his robes, kissing him back
you felt so goddamn dizzy, your mind cloudy at the absolute bliss of the feeling of his lips and how they moved against yours
he started smiling against you and had to pull away, his eyes glimmering and heart beating out of his chest
“i’ll pick you up at your dorms at 10, okay?”
god, youve never smiled harder.
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The Meaning of Death Chapter 11
Happy Christmas?
This isn’t perfect, but I just wanted it out of my head.
AO3/FF.NET
Everything had happened rather quickly. From the moment she woke up, sleepy and satisfied, morning sunshine across her face and Roy's arm curled around her protectively. He had worshiped her the night before, where his hands had wandered his mouth had followed, and he'd declared his feelings for her with his tongue against her skin. There had been no words uttered, none of meaning beyond instruction, laughter, and lustful moans that neither of them had been able to contain. Riza had just tried to assure him that she was there, real, whole, and filled with longing. Longing to remember, for safety, for home, and mostly for him. She'd scraped her fingernails down his back, dug her fingers into his arms, and it had been his name on her lips as she tipped over the edge again, and again.
In the morning, everything changed. Their peace together, naked and warm, and loving. It was shattered with a single phone call.
They had found the man that had followed her and Rebecca around town, they finally had something to go on, something that could maybe explain what she'd been doing there in that lab, what their purpose for her had been. Something that could lead them to the people responsible for taking away years of her life.
There hadn't been much of a discussion, they'd just gone through the house and picked up what few things they'd unpacked, then got back into his car and started the drive back to East City. A single night in the country had given her the bitter memories of her father, of a love that she'd been desperate to receive, to know she was valued and that he was proud, but it had never come to fruition. He'd never said the words, and he never would. It was a dull pain within her chest that had been chased away by Roy.
They'd both been so young when they'd met, flesh and blood ghosts in a house falling apart. Barely speaking to one another until her father had died, and she shared her secrets with him. From there a friendship, disappointment, anger, loyalty, and love had grown. Riza just wasn't sure what sort of love, but she knew that it was there, in her blood and bones, ingrained onto her very soul.
The night before wasn't mentioned, but they were content and happy, sitting in the car next to one another without feeling awkward. She'd been clear with him, she couldn't be his girlfriend. Not now. Not while her past was a puzzle she was putting together piece by piece, while so much of her life was a mystery together. It was unfair, but she was honest. If she'd thought about it before, she would have expected something between them to feel awkward or different, but it didn't. Maybe they had done this before, a night together followed by acting as if nothing had happened. Or maybe it just didn't matter. They were already tied together so completely, that sex had no ability to change anything. Or maybe it just hadn't sunk in yet, and that the adrenaline of running towards a lead stopped them from feeling anything else.
Once they arrived back in East City, they stopped at his house. Roy wanted to change into his uniform to look suitably intimidating, and Riza's fingers itched for a gun. Not to shoot the man, but to feel like her own defence was in her hands.
Everything changed once they got out of the car.
The hairs on the back of Riza's neck stood up, and she turned and saw the glint of light hitting the scope and she reacted before her brain could comprehend what had happened. She knocked Roy to the floor, and found herself on her back, pain shooting through her body.
Hayate was barking.
People were shouting.
Roy's hands were pressed against her side.
Roy was talking, but she couldn't hear what he was saying.
She wanted to scream. She wanted to cry. Her hands shook.
Hayate was barking.
***
Rebecca was mildly concerned about the look on Breda's face. He was the brains of the bunch, and when he looked nervous, she got nervous. Or maybe it was the lack of sleep making her anxious, she didn't want to think about how long it had been since she'd been curled up in her nice, soft, warm bed, regardless it was far too long.
"What?" She eventually asked him, annoyed.
"Don't you think this is all a little easy?" He asked, he waved his arm in the direction of the living room, which had been turned into a makeshift interrogation suite. It was Jean and Al's turn to watch The Creep, leaving the rest of them to do what they wanted. Ed had fallen asleep somewhere, and the two of them were getting some coffee in the tiny kitchen.
"Yes, smashing his face with my gun after he smashed my face with my wall was so easy." Rebecca complained. Her face still hurt, and would be a throbbing, dull ache for a while.
"Not what I meant," He pointed out. "Look, these guys hid themselves for two years in the same city as us. They hid Hawkeye right under our noses. Now one of them just walks into your apartment and gets captured, then spills enough info to make him worth calling Mustang about? Doesn't that seem weird to you?"
"What, like this is all some kind of trap?" Rebecca tried to ignore the feeling of ice cold dread that was beginning to wash over her. The more he said, the more she thought about it, the more it made some horrible kind of sense.
"It just seems a bit easy." Breda said. "Don't you think?"
"Well, sure." Rebecca agreed. "I mean, he said he wanted to use me to get to Riza. We all thought that meant kidnapping me, but what if it meant something else?"
"A ruse to get them here?"
"Yeah, but for what?" Rebecca asked.
"I dunno, but someone should head over to Mustang's, just in case."
"Then let's go."
Rebecca and Breda arrived to chaos. That was the only way to describe it. They'd both seen worse during their time im the military, but blood on a quiet suburban street was enough to shock them both for a brief moment. There was an ambulance, and a crowd of people that Breda and Rebecca barged their way through. Mustang was at the centre of it, blood on his hands and shirt, smears of it on his face.
"What the fuck?!" Rebecca exclaimed. Loudly. "Where's Riza?"
"They're taking her to General." Mustang said. "Shots were fired from over there-" He pointed to a building across the street "-but I haven't had time to-"
"I'm on it." Breda interjected. There was no glance between them, but Rebecca knew that meant she was babysitting the General.
"What happened to Riza?" Rebecca asked again. The feeling of dread had seeped into her skin now. Ice cold and certain that something awful had happened. General Hospital was the closest, and even though it didn't sound like it, one of the best in East City. That was good, if something had happened to her, she'd get there quickly and she'd be fine. Right?
"Someone shot her." His voice was hollow. Empty. Rebecca was reminded of how he was in the aftermath of Riza's memorial. Walking through the motions, throwing himself into work and drink, and misery.
"But she's okay?" Rebecca prompted.
"They're taking her to the hospital." Mustang said. "I should be there."
"Yeah, you should." Rebecca spat out at him, anger rose inside her and replaced the dread. She wasn't cold anymore, she was burning hot, and pissed off. "Maybe while you're there you could think about doing a better job of protecting her."
There was a teeny, tiny voice inside her head, which sounded an awful lot like Riza, that told her she was being unfair. That yelling at Mustang wouldn't make anything better, that it wouldn't take back the bullet that had lodged itself inside her best friend, and that in the long run it wouldn't make her feel any better.
Rebecca Catalina firmly told that voice to shut up.
"I didn't just let her get shot!" Mustang insisted.
"Oh really? So why isn't she here and telling me to watch my mouth?" Rebecca countered. "You were supposed to keep her safe and now she's-"
Her eyes burned, but she didn't want to cry. Especially not in front of him. But she was tired, and sore, and scared, and she couldn't help it. She cracked and crumbled, and Mustang was hugging her, his bloodied hands patting her back awkwardly as she sobbed harshly against his shoulder. She wished Jean was here instead, it was his comfort she wanted, not Mustang's. But he wasn't here, and Mustang was. "I know, Catalina. I'm sorry, I'm so sorry." He mumbled just loud enough for her to hear. "You're right. I should've protected her."
"We can't lose her." Rebecca said, although it came out mixed with sobs and she was surprised he even caught her meaning. "I can't go through that again."
"Me either." Mustang admitted. And held her until her sobs turned to hiccups and she broke away from his embrace and wiped her face.
"Tell no one this happened." Rebecca insisted, once she was calm enough to speak. "I'm going to help Breda, then we're going to the hospital. The others are in Safehouse three."
"I'll fill them in."
***
Riza didn't dream while they tried to repair her damaged body. What she saw weren't dreams. They weren't the surreal imaginings of her subconscious turned into a strange reality that would pass upon waking and disappear into the part of the mind that stored such things, never to be recalled.
No. Riza didn't dream.
Riza remembered.
The moments of her life that had been foggy became clear, moments that had been forgotten to experimentation returned. Riza's life played out for her like a movie in her mind. She remembered her childhood, her father, her decision to join the military, meeting Rebecca, her first kill, her time in Ishval, her time with Roy, her time as his adjutant, the Promised Day, and everything in between.
She remembered what they did to her. How they tried to turn her into a killing machine for some discarded military officer with too much money, charisma, and time. She remembered how she didn't break. How she clung to the Colonel's last order, even when she'd forgotten his face and her own name. How they took that from her, and she broke loose.
Riza remembered everything.
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Celebrity Status
Celebrity Status, an ongoing L(G)B(T)+ story also on Wattpad and Quotev.
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Chapter Three
Later on that week, Jules was messaging Elías between class and work. He was sitting in his truck, adjusting his collar on his work shirt and frowning at the message Elías had sent about having something important to talk about.
familyjules: hey, dude. i have a bit of time between school and work right now. what's going on?
Mason's stomach flipped when Jules finally replied.
masonfucker1000: hey
masonfucker1000: i need to tell you smth
masonfucker1000: its been eating me up and i feel horrible about it
masonfucker1000: my name isn't elias
masonfucker1000: but i cant tell you who i am and im sorry
Jules looked at the messages as they came in, swallowing hard. He ran a hand through his hair, frowning. He felt like crying. Whoever this was was really torn up, but that didn't matter to him at all. He didn't care who they were, as long as everything else was real. That's all he fucking needed. He didn't really care, just as long as it wasn't...
familyjules: but everything else is real, right? idgaf about your name but we have something here
familyjules: be it friendship or whatever else it could be as long as you're not catfishing me to teach me a lesson or some shit i don't care about that
Mason let out a breath he didn't know he was holding when Jules replied.
masonfucker1000: no catfish. everything else i've told you is true.
masonfucker1000: uh wait are you saying you have a crush on me
It was a serious conversation, but Mason couldn't help it. He had blinked and reread the message, doubting its existence for a moment. This was the first time Jules had seriously mentioned them being anything other than just friends. He couldn't just let it go.
Jules blushed at the second message, realizing he had. And he wasn't being totally honest with them either, but... He didn't know what to do. It was too late now to change that, especially if whoever it was was straight and had a crush too, which seemed true. He hoped it was true.
familyjules: maybe. depends on if u feel the same
Mason grinned, face hot at the response.
masonfucker1000: maybe, u say. idk abt that, those sound like v conditional feelings
Jules smiled. Back to good old... whoever.
familyjules: shut up you dork
familyjules: maybe i do have a crush on you.
familyjules: also what should i call you now if not elías?
masonfucker1000: well i definitely have a crush on you, baby
masonfucker1000: you can call me anything you want ;)
familyjules: asshole is the perfect name for you, asshole. ;)
familyjules: okay i gotta get into work. have a good evening, asshole! i'll talk to you later
masonfucker1000: ofc thats what u pick
masonfucker1000: talk to you later, jules x thanks for being awesome
Jules frowned a little at the end of the last text. He could only hear it in Mason's voice from the concert. He'd said it so many times: at every fucking concert Jules had ever watched live and the one he went to. Either this was a Mason superfan who was adopting language, or it... No. It couldn't be.
He pushed the thought out of his head. It was ridiculous.
Yet, as he went into work and through the night, he kept coming back to it. He just kept thinking about how cool and terrifying it would be if he were talking to the actual Mason Hill, but also how unlikely that was.
But it was oh-so fucking likely! The way Mason had kept looking at him at the concert could have been a coincidence, or it could have been Mason looking toward that general area and Jules was just a wishful thinker. Or it could have been Mason looking at him because he knew him. Because he liked him.
But the chances of Mason Hill being Elias and liking Jules... It was so ridiculous. The chance of that was, like, one in a fucking million.
Anyway, shouldn't he be wishfully thinking it was Austin going by his middle name and Jules totally seducing him?
masonfucker1000: hey hey heyyy how's it goin how was work
familyjules: exhausting. underpaying. the usual. had some woman threaten to throw a salad at me tonight because there were tomatoes on it and she hates tomatoes so much it warrants violence supposedly.
familyjules: but i was in a good mood overall thanks to you and your mutual crush... speaking of we should talk about that
masonfucker1000: yikes! cloudy w a chance of tomatoes up in there i see
masonfucker1000: aww! you're welcome
masonfucker1000: alright (?) hit me w it
familyjules: i don't want to like... date or anything til we meet if we ever do
familyjules: don't get me wrong i like you a lot
familyjules: but it feels wrong to do ldr if i can't know your identity at all even though i dont care that much about it
familyjules: just in terms of dating i'd need a name, you know? and more than just your age and that we like each other
Mason groaned. He saw it coming, but fuck.
masonfucker1000: no yeah, that makes sense.
masonfucker1000: i like you a lot
masonfucker1000: shit
masonfucker1000: fuck
masonfucker1000: i want to meet you
masonfucker1000: but
masonfucker1000: i think maybe some more time would be good
masonfucker1000: figure out how im gonna do this
Jules stared at the messages, feeling really bad about it. He sighed, hitting his forehead against the wheel lightly. Idiot.
familyjules: yeah. i'm sorry dude
masonfucker1000: hey no
masonfucker1000: don't worry abt it, you're right
masonfucker1000: you're being super sweet and understanding and i appreciate it
masonfucker1000: have i mentioned i really like you?
Jules sighed, leaning back again. He was too smitten for this guy. This was great. He hadn't seen this yet from him.
familyjules: i really like you, masonfucker1000
familyjules: for lack of a better name
Mason snorted, wheezing and bending over in his seat.
masonfucker1000: wow.
masonfucker1000: you really have a way with words
Mason had been floating on air ever since he'd finally told Jules that he wasn't Elias and Jules said that she liked him. It was amazing! It was unlike anything he'd felt before! Which meant he obviously had to share every detail with his bandmates.
"Good morning, prisoners of the Junkmobile!" Mason announced his knowingly unwanted consciousness as he hopped off his bunk, narrowly missing slamming his head against the top bunk adjacent to his. Their tour bus, which they tended to give nicknames, was a mess, but it was their mess, and really, everything was where it was should be.
"That wasn't the name we agreed on, was it?" Austin frowned, pausing in the middle of a spoonful of cereal.
Andrew rolled his eyes as he tossed a pile of Hot Pockets in the microwave.
"The Rat Roller has many names," Mason ruffled Austin's hair. He froze and frowned at them making sad breakfast. "Hey! No tourfast! Don't we have a few hours for Bryan's break?"
Chris groaned from a bit farther behind them in his bunk, "Stop trying to give everything a tour nickname. I thought you'd given up on that."
Bryan was their driver, and he took his breaks very seriously. He was definitely passed out right now. Not that they interacted with him much to know much more than that. Bryan, as many band bus drivers tended to be (in Nosam's experience), preferred minimal contact with the rabid animals that usually inhabited his enclosure.
"Never!" Mason hollered, grinning. "It's fun. Where's your tour spirit? Now, c'mon, let's go and get some actual food."
Andrew grimaced as if the concept of leaving the bus had physically burned him. "Rather not."
Austin nodded in agreement. "Pretty sure there's fans right outside. We're due for a hotel in a day or two anyway, we'll go out then."
Mason bounced a little, annoyed and definitely going fucking crazy on that bus. He pushed himself off the counter, falling into the booth across from Austin and sinking into it. "Guys, I'm going to lose my shit if I spent one more minute in here. Who cares if there's fans out? We'll say hi. I need out of this bus. I need to do something."
"Then go, no one's stopping you," Andrew looked at him pointedly.
"But I don't wanna go alone," Mason whined, looking off to Chris' bunk, his curtains half-closed. "Chris."
There was loud groaning from the bunk, and the curtains were shoved open as Chris' head poked out, blinking tiredly. "What, Mason?"
"Tell them we have to go out."
"We don't," Chris sighed.
"You guys don't love me anymore," Mason went on, throwing his head back.
Austin rolled his eyes. "Mase, we just want a break. We've got a show tonight, Stella's calling soon and—"
"You called her last night!" Mason sat up to look at him.
Austin blushed, his face turning red like a curtain falling over his face. "So? I miss her, I haven't seen in her in a month."
Mason made multiple sounds that were a mix between constipated groans and a kid throwing a tantrum.
The microwave blared, only adding to the volume. Andrew yanked the door open, a disgruntled sound falling from his lips as he grabbed the burning hot pockets with his bare hands. "And I have a date with the PS4," he announced as he carefully placed a can of Redbull on top of the pile in his hands and escaped to the back of the bus. Chris promptly ducked his head back in so Andrew could pass by, giving Mason a pleading look as he closed the curtain.
Mason pouted, quieting down as he stared at Austin, who awkwardly pushed Reese's Puffs around in his bowl, taking out his phone. Mason groaned again. "How about brunch? In a few hours?" he asked, loud enough Andrew in the back could hear. "C'mon, I want to tell you guys something."
"If it's about cyber sex with your fan, nyet!" Andrew hollered back.
"I second that motion. I've heard enough about Jules' sexting skills," Austin gagged.
The bunk their bassist was in made a bunch of unintelligible, mumbled Sleepy Chris sounds that Mason roughly translated to: I agree and I'm happy for you Mason, but please, no more of that.
Mason grinned, "No, but it's important. Pretty please?"
"Yes!" Chris yelled in exasperation, followed by a noncommittal uh huh from Andrew. Mason smiled, and then quickly dropped it to give Austin a sad look, but his performance was rudely interrupted by Austin's phone ringing.
Austin's face lit up as he picked up his phone, glancing up at Mason. "Okay, okay, brunch, but go somewhere else, alright? Watch Andrew or something."
"Okay, but if you guys start talking dirty, I'll throw your phone out the window."
Mason settled in next to Andrew, who frowned and sighed quietly, but otherwise didn't complain. The back of the bus was, for the most part, an unspoken quiet area, unless everyone was playing a game or talking about a game, or it was a Serious Conversation.
Mason watched Andrew dominate, and then Andrew handed him a controller. Chris joined later when he wanted to get away from Austin and Stella's horrible phone call that was, of course, taking a turn for the sexual. Mason quickly opted out of the next game when he got a message from Jules.
familyjules: hey hey masonfucker1000
masonfucker1000: oh my god not you again
familyjules: ): u hate me that much already? didn't we just admit we have crushes?
Mason grinned at the reminder. Crushes! He felt like he was fourteen, but he didn't care. They had mutual crushes, and this felt genuine, and natural, and like it could actually be something. AKA, as he was realizing, the polar opposite of all his exes.
masonfucker1000: what? idk what ur talking abt man
familyjules: not-elías cmon
familyjules: don't be a dumbass ):
masonfucker1000: im always a dumbass, darling
masonfucker1000: how was work?
familyjules: eh, it was alright. people are rude, but it's expected
familyjules: how was ur day? haven't heard from u much today
masonfucker1000: its been p chill! day off! mostly been lazying around and playing video games w friends! i hate tony he beats me! almost always! im gonna kill him!! and you wont even know its him on the news!
Sometime early on in their online relationship, Mason had had a hard time not mentioning Andrew, Austin, and Chris. They were his coworkers, his bandmates, his best friends and his family. His bros! How could he not? So, he'd ended up using other names for them. Tony, from Andrew's middle name Anthony, Vic from one of Austin's last names, and well, he'd just been spelling Chris as Criss, which was horrendous but a necessary evil.
familyjules: i'll keep an eye out for tonys in the obituaries and let the cops know they should look for a traveling prostitute who sounds like mason hill when he sings. what game did u play?
masonfucker1000: alrighty but I'm like fucking Mary Poppins ill be up and out before they even get there
masonfucker1000: Halo 5
familyjules: you're fucking mary poppins and not me?
familyjules: D:
masonfucker1000: ohmy god
masonfucker1000: i wish
masonfucker1000: i had a disney boner for her i swear
familyjules: okay but do u mean julie andrews or emily blunt poppins?
masonfucker1000: UH COME ON
masonfucker1000: OBVIOUSLY JULIE ANDREWS
masonfucker1000: MY TASTES ARE RAD AND CLASSY
familyjules: just making sure dude
familyjules: emily blunt's pretty hot after all
masonfucker1000: MEH SHES ALRIGHT
familyjules: smh your tastes are awful
masonfucker1000: u just fucking dissed urself
familyjules: damn right i did.
familyjules: on the contrary tho
familyjules: i have amazing taste.
masonfucker1000: dont u dare! u are the most gorgeous! the MOST! gorgeous!
masonfucker1000: and shit i cant argue that
familyjules: making me blush again, mf1000? already?
masonfucker1000: anytime and all the time
masonfucker1000: okay but what if I had the biggest grossest mole like
masonfucker1000: on my nose
masonfucker1000: im not saying i DO
masonfucker1000: i DON'T
masonfucker1000: and I'm also not saying moles are gross
masonfucker1000: okay
masonfucker1000: what I mean is
masonfucker1000: what if i was your definition of
masonfucker1000: fucking butt ugly
familyjules: oh, you're mason hill?
masonfucker1000: oh
masonfucker1000: my
masonfucker1000: fucking
masonfucker1000: god
masonfucker1000: u KNOW you wish u were mason's hands !!!!
masonfucker1000: i cant believe you !!!
masonfucker1000: i thought we had something !!!
familyjules: i didn't say his hands weren't pretty
familyjules: just a joke!! you dumbass
masonfucker1000: His HANDS?
masonfucker1000: thats ALL?
masonfucker1000: what about his PERFECT FACE?
masonfucker1000: his MUSCLES?
masonfucker1000: his HAIR?
masonfucker1000: his ASS?
masonfucker1000: his AVERAGE DICK?
familyjules: they're not awful, i guess. i doubt you look too much like him tho
masonfucker1000: I LOOK perfect
masonfucker1000: THATS ALL U NEED TO KNOW RN
masonfucker1000: AND HE'S PERFECT
familyjules: god this is why i don't interact with mason stans smfh
familyjules: now if u look like austin.... i'll nut in my jeans as soon as i see u
masonfucker1000: FUCK U
masonfucker1000: MASON STANS ARE THE BEST
masonfucker1000: and i look BETTER than austin so u WILL nut
familyjules: better??
familyjules: than austin?????
familyjules: does not compute?????????
masonfucker1000: you're INSUFFERABLE
masonfucker1000: I'll murder him
Mason whined indignantly, earning a look from both Chris and Andrew as he grabbed a pillow and stood up to launch it at Austin, who stopped mid-sentence to Stella to stammer and glare at him. "We're not being gross!" He blushed at whatever Stella said in response to that, quickly turning away again.
Mason sat back down without explanation, only mildly satisfied.
familyjules: okay im starting to think you're a traveling murderer prostitute. is that more correct?
masonfucker1000: im too pretty for prison
familyjules: that... wasn't a no
masonfucker1000: 😉🔫🔥🗡️💼🕶🤖🖤😍💥
familyjules: what's the robot doin in there? do u kill via robot?
masonfucker1000: im an emotionless killer
masonfucker1000: ruthless
familyjules: OH. kinky
masonfucker1000: oh, yeah? youre into that?
familyjules: ;)
familyjules: maybe i am
masonfucker1000: wait ur into ruthless murderers or being ruthlessly murdered
familyjules: ;)
masonfucker1000: oh my god its the latter isnt it
familyjules: 🤤🔫🗡️🔥🤖
Mason had practically dragged the boys out of the bus. For all the constant complaining about how cramped and boring the bus was, they sure hated leaving it. Which was totally understandable, fans could be a lot, especially after hanging with them during so many shows and meet and greets, but it was definitely worth it for some food. Or at least that was what Mason thought.
With the help of a couple of bodyguards, the guys managed to get through a small crowd of fans and cameras near the bus, and into the nearest decent-looking restaurant. Mason sighed happily as they were seated. "You guys need sunlight and all that. Papa Rod said we shouldn't be shut in the bus if we can help it."
"Papa Rod can suck it," Andrew kicked lightly at Mason's leg, looking over the menu with interest.
"Do you think they have frozen yogurt? I've been craving it for weeks," Austin questioned, miserable and hopeful as he flipped to the back of the menu. Chris' eyes widened and he dropped his menu in favor of looking at desserts with Austin.
Mason laughed, "If you guys are doing dessert first, I'm in, but I want pie. Wait, you're distracting me! I need to tell you something—"
"They do!" Chris pointed out the froyo on the menu, and Austin gasped.
Andrew watched them deliberate excitedly over flavors in amusement, glancing at Mason. "What's up?"
"I sort of told Jules the truth. That I'm not who I've been telling her I am," Mason blurted, raising an eyebrow as Austin and Chris stopped to stare at him.
"What does that mean?" Austin gaped. "Does she know who you are? Did she faint? Have you checked social media?" Chris tried to discreetly check his phone.
"No," Mason rolled his eyes, laughing a little, "Of course she doesn't know— I just, I couldn't keep lying like that, I felt like shit. And after actually meeting her... I just couldn't, so I told her I'm not Elias, but that I can't really tell her much about me."
"Oh," Chris frowned, putting his phone down. "That's... still sort of..." "Complicated?" Andrew supplied, playing with his fingers anxiously as a few people around them stared and whispered to themselves excitedly. "How'd she take it?"
"Great, and we even admitted we had feelings—"
Andrew gasped sarcastically, smiling slightly as he dropped his chin in his hands as he leaned forward. "You admitted you had feelings?"
"You're not funny, Drew," Mason tried to hide a smile, his next words making it easier. "She said that we can't really... well, date, if she doesn't know stuff about me and hasn't even met me. I told her I'd need time to figure it out. I want to tell her, but... I don't know," Mason muttered, sighing and looking down at the table as he played with the corners of his menu.
"Makes sense," Chris smiled sympathetically, giving his hand.
"We would really like to not experience another Catherine," Austin teased.
Andrew shuddered, "Don't even mention it, I still half-expect for some agent to send us a thriller screenplay based on your fan stalker."
"Ha ha," Mason chuckled, "Okay, I know I've said I'm not really into the big screen, but I would totally do that one."
Andrew looked to Austin and Chris. "So, are we getting the froyo?"
They spent way more time than was necessary debating the validity of certain froyo flavors (honestly, an old debate constantly refueled), Mason checking the Nosam site after they had finally agreed on one.
masonfucker1000: real talk: whos the one person youre embarrassed to say you want to fuck
familyjules: real talk? mason hill
masonfucker1000: aw COME ON
masonfucker1000: what did MASON HILL EVER DO TO U??
familyjules: im KIDDING
familyjules: ur reactions are just hilarious
familyjules: honestly tho? my clone. i'd fuck myself.
masonfucker1000: sadist
masonfucker1000: wait
masonfucker1000: what
masonfucker1000: what
masonfucker1000: you'd what
familyjules: lots of shame in that
familyjules: you heard me
familyjules: read me?
masonfucker1000: 1) i did not expect that
masonfucker1000: 2) why would you have any shame in that
familyjules: 1) gotta keep you on your toes
familyjules: 2) it's fucking myself, dude??? you wouldn't feel any shame if someone walked in on u fucking ur clone?
masonfucker1000: not at all
masonfucker1000: thatd be hot
familyjules: anyway, who would you be embarrassed to fuck?
familyjules: you're biased.
masonfucker1000: biased? cuz i know im hot shit? yeah probably
masonfucker1000: and uh...
masonfucker1000: huh
masonfucker1000: Christina Ricci
familyjules: oh, i thought you were talking about u walking in on me fucking myself. damn. familyjules: misinterpreted
familyjules: and christina ricci????? she's fucking hot
familyjules: why would u be embarrassed
masonfucker1000: that would also be hot
masonfucker1000: and yes, she is masonfucker1000: you don't just fuck christina ricci, you take her out on a date and then get horribly rejected by her
familyjules: .....fair.
masonfucker1000: not to mention shes probably a top
familyjules: major top vibes from ricci too. u trying to tell me something, not-elías?
familyjules: HA
masonfucker1000: ... im a top
familyjules: what if u walked in on christina ricci fucking me
familyjules: what then
masonfucker1000: oh shit
masonfucker1000: id be so mad
familyjules: would u bottom for christina?
masonfucker1000: ...................................................................
masonfucker1000: yes.
familyjules: damn. u would be embarrassed to fuck her then huh
familyjules: wait would u be embarrassed to fuck stella? u could take her and i could take austin
"Ugh, gross," Mason grimaced, sighing at Austin, who had some froyo stuck to his mouth when he looked up at him. "Why is Jules so obsessed with boning you? It's like, the only turn-off."
Austin shrugged sheepishly. "You're finally into someone and she couldn't care less about Mason Hill. It's the universe telling you you're not that great."
"Don't slander, Sally, I'm the best the universe has ever made. The Goddess made me on the seventh day."
Austin opened his mouth to argue, but thought better of it. Froyo was vastly more important than Mason's ego.
masonfucker1000: oh jesus christ
masonfucker1000: i guess i would but i don't like the second part of that plan
familyjules: you don't? ):
masonfucker1000: nope
masonfucker1000: you can take chris
familyjules: ugh
familyjules: dont get me wrong i love chris but i don't love chris
masonfucker1000:
masonfucker1000: ugh?
masonfucker1000: HA
masonfucker1000: thats hilarious
familyjules: he's just big inspo!
familyjules: christo!
masonfucker1000: how bout Andrew?
familyjules: UGH
familyjules: BORING
masonfucker1000: OH SHIT cmon
masonfucker1000: what makes u think he'd be boring?
familyjules: i'd take MASON over andrew
familyjules: i mean, andy's cool and all but he's so quiet
masonfucker1000: you make it sound like fucking mason would be so horrible
familyjules: need someone to talk to
familyjules: puh-LEASE he would be
masonfucker1000: the quiet ones are always the freaky ones
masonfucker1000: oh he talks a lot to the band doesn't he?
masonfucker1000: WHY DO U SAY THAT
familyjules: the freaky ones? are you joking that andrew's freaky? interesting
familyjules: yeah but i'm not the band!
masonfucker1000: im just sayin its who hes close to !
familyjules: what, are u jealous of mason now cuz he's my second choice? this is hypothetical, man
masonfucker1000: masons above all, im jealous u somehow think austin tops him and me and apparently everyone else
masonfucker1000: do u have eyes??
familyjules: hey i didn't know you were in this equation
familyjules: i'd choose you anyday, ne
familyjules: definitely my top choice.
familyjules: 1. not-elías (tho i'd need a name to moan) 2. austin elías salinas vicente 3. mason hill
masonfucker1000: awwww SHUCKS scratch that i have never been jealous in my entire life
masonfucker1000: I read that as neigh tho
masonfucker1000: what's your favorite thing in the entire world
familyjules: is that even a question?
masonfucker1000: yes it is tell me
masonfucker1000: is it sour gummy worms
familyjules: oh that's a good one
familyjules: check out that list again, dude
familyjules: hello? did i kill u or something?
masonfucker1000:
YEAH how are you single ???
give a dude a WARNING
familyjules: whoops
familyjules: just found the right person, so... waiting on them
familyjules: OOPS. warning
masonfucker1000: im the right person, huh?
familyjules: pretty sure you could be
familyjules: not a 60 year old mouth breather? apparently hotter than austin? loves nosam?
familyjules: hilarious?
familyjules: sweet?
familyjules: only downside is: mason stan.
familyjules: but that i can live with
masonfucker1000: oh my god that's an UPSIDE
masonfucker1000: youre really in for it baby
masonfucker1000: im the definition of the right one
familyjules: oh, i'm sure
masonfucker1000:
despite your unrelenting obsession w Austin, you are absolutely heartstoppingly gorgeous, and the easiest person to talk to, with the lamest sense of humor (like me) and you are a huge teddy bear!! 🐻 so right back atcha, sweetheart
familyjules: dumbass. there's that sweetness i was talking about 💙💙💙💙
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