#also my brain really did 404 about a year ago for reasons

[solomon-tozer]

Ru!! Humbly requesting little kisses for Little and Irving 💖💖

Bless you for your efforts.

;aldkjfa;slfkj I'm so sorry it took so long I very humbly beg your understanding.

Little Kisses: Little x Irving

"We shouldn't."

Edward knows.

He bows his head, his hands still clasped around John's, the moment refusing to fade. When he look back up at John, he sees that he doesn't want to let it go either.

We shouldn't, he hears, but…

With a trembling breath, Edward leans in, and finds John meeting him halfway, above hands clasped together as if in prayer.

We shouldn't, he knows. But we want to.

Previous little kisses / Request a little kiss

[anothers-trash-my-treasure]

Stoners

Stoner Snaf <3 So this one's kinda weird, I based it around the Watch Me from fictober so if you haven't already read that, I suggest reading it first! It's also set in a post COVID world because I need something to look forward to. Disclaimer; I wrote this while very high last night and didn't really edit it so it's probably a mess.

Pairing: Merriell Shelton / Female Reader

Warnings: 18+, unprotected sex (don't do this), recreational drug use, if you squint there's some kinky undertones but nothing too crazy.

Word Count: 4.4K (i haven't written something this long is forever omf)

Tags: @edteche2 @xmxisxforxmaybe @diasimar @txmel @gloriousdarkangelsworld @paradoxicaltornado @404-not-found-xix

Enjoy and happy 4:20

~

Ever since the pandemic, you hadn’t been able to do crowds. Not like you used to anyways. It killed you a little bit because all the things you missed doing so much involved crowds; concerts, clubbing, festivals, travelling. Getting back into the swing of things took time. The feeling of being surrounded by people you don’t know set every one of your nerves on fire in the worst way. It felt so...

Uncomfortable.

This is probably why you didn’t last more than a half-hour at some seedy dive bar your friends had dragged you out to for the night. They begged you to go out with them, if even only for a drink or two. It had been so long since the whole group had a proper outing, it was nice to have the gang out for a night. Until some dickhead grabbed your ass and whispered some unwanted filth in your ear, his breath hot and unpleasant on your skin. After that, you were quick to grab your bag and say goodbye to your friends. You knew they were disappointed, but you could still feel the strangers breathe on your skin like it had been singed.

You welcomed the cool air of the night, feeling it immediately cool your skin. You hadn’t realized how warm it was inside but now that you were out in the open, you felt better. The burning on your neck had settled, more of an afterthought now. Your brain still felt overwhelmed, and you knew exactly how to remedy that.

Sitting down at one of the picnic table benches nearby, you began to sift through your bag when a voice rang out through the quiet streets.

“Well aren’t you a sight for sore eyes,”

You’d know that slow drawl anywhere, you’d go so far as to say it near haunted your dreams.

“Merriell Shelton,” you beam up at him as he walks closer to you, nodding at his friends to continue without him, “I haven’t seen you since-”

“That last party.” He nods, smiling at you in the way where you’re not quite sure if he’s flirting with you or if he’s just that naturally gorgeous, “when I taught ya’ how to smoke.”

An excited smile bubbles onto your face and you shake your head at him, “Oh, you’d be so proud of me. I’ve grown so much since then.”

You resume digging through your bag to find your various forms of weed paraphernalia you carry with you. The pandemic had not been kind to you, and some days it felt like the only thing keeping your head above water was your bedtime joint. It wasn’t something you were terribly proud of, but it helped your anxiety and that was good enough for you lately.

He barks out a laugh at your response and you can’t help the pride the swells up inside of you knowing that you made him laugh like that. He comes to sit on the bench, placing himself close enough that it wasn’t weird, but far away enough so that he wasn’t directly in your space.

“What, you some kinda stoner or something now?” he asks as you layout your joints and pipes. He whistles, a mix between being impressed and mocking, when you pull out your vape too, “Damn, you got a bong in there too?”

Now it’s your turn to laugh, “No, that stays at home.” you say with a wink, “So, how have you been?” you ask, starting to put everything but your joints back in your bag.

He blows out through his lips and laughs a little, running a hand through his hair, “Been better lately, that’s all that matters, I s’pose.” He watched, something like a weird form of pride in his eyes as you pull out a joint and light it carefully. You certainly can’t complain, you forgot how great it felt to have his eyes on you.

You hum knowingly, “That’s what I keep telling myself, anyway,” you hold the joint up hesitantly.

“I don’t usually share my joints anymore, but if you’ve got your shots...” you shrug, your sentence tapering off. It’s a weird world you live in now, no one quite knows what’s socially acceptable anymore.

He smirks at you, amused, taking the joint from your fingers, “I’ve got my shots alright,”

His eyes don’t leave yours as he brings it up to his lips and takes his hit. He’s not even doing anything out of the ordinary, but he looks like he’s up to no good in every way. It’s like he’s just taking you in as if comparing you to the girl he met years ago.

“You changed,” he comments on an exhale, passing it back.

You nod, laughing softly, “Turns out I get really impulsive when I’m alone,”

He scoffs, “tell me about it,” and then he’s shrugging off his hoodie to reveal a handful of new tattoos covering his skin, “Buddy of mine is an artist,”

You gasp, ‘ooo’ing at some of the more complex pieces. Without thinking your hand darts out to let your fingers drag against his forearm, following the linework of the ink. His muscle twitches beneath your fingers involuntarily and you’re reminded of how long you’ve gone without intimate touches like this. You wonder if it’s the same for him. Did he long to be touched so innocently like this too?

“They’re wonderful,” you say, pulling your hand away, still admiring from a distance.

“Yea, I like ‘em.” He shrugs, nodding at you to take the last pulls from the joint, it’s your weed after all, “You get any?”

You shook your head, “No, surprisingly enough every time I finally convinced myself to book an appointment, shops got shut down again.” You said, only kind of bitterly.

He laughs and you scowl at him, “Aw, baby, don’t be like that,” he laughs, swatting at you half-heartedly, “Look, I betcha I can get you a discount at my buddy’s shop.”

You eye him suspiciously, “I can’t tell if you’re kidding.”

He puts a hand to his chest with a lazy smirk, “On god,”

You bite your lip to suppress a smile, shaking your head lightly, “Okay fine but that just means you’ll get to see a whole lot more of me,”

His smirk turns darker, into something more playfully suggestive, “I have no problem with that,”

A silence fills the space between you as you both take each other in. You had really only hung out with him that one night and nothing had really happened. You just sat and talked really. You talked for a while. You talked so long you didn’t realize the party had ended until your friend came to get you. You exchanged numbers and then just a few weeks after, you were instructed to start isolating. You’d kept up a steady social media friendship since then, but you had missed actually talking to him. He wasn’t much of a texter. The silence only lasts a moment, but it feels thick with tension.

“You look good by the way,” he comments, leaning ever so slightly closer to you, “I meant to say that earlier but then you made me strip for ya-”

“Whoawhoawhoa!!” you sputter through a laugh, “I did not make you do anything, you did that yourself.”

He shakes his head at you, “Nah, that doesn’t sound like me.”

You're giggling at this point, “You’re ridiculous.”

He beams at you, clearly pleased with himself for the moment. It settles for a second as he looks at you, eyes softening a bit before he glances down, nudging your knee with his a bit, “I missed you,” He cringes a bit, “I know it’s weird to say but, I did.”

Your nodding before you can even think to play it even a little bit cool, “No, I get it,” you assure him, smiling softly, “I missed you too, actually.”

He hums, smiling a rare soft smile at you before changing the subject, clearly wanting to shift the attention away from his moment of vulnerability, “So why aren’t you inside?” he asks.

“Oh,” you glance back at the bar behind you, having forgotten it was even there, “I was heading out, I wasn’t really in the mood for dive bars tonight.”

He nods, “The crowds right?” you nod and he’s talking again before you can ask him how he knows that, “I get it, sometimes being so close to that many people again makes me wanna crawl out my skin.” he chuckles.

You nod, a weight lifting off your shoulders to know you’re not alone, “Exactly, it’s not something I’ve gotten used to yet.”

“Well, can I walk you home?” he offers with a smile, “I’m in no rush to head in there,”

You smile and nod, “I’d like that,”

~

Somehow he had ended up on your couch. You weren’t entirely sure when walking you home had turned to him being on your couch, but you certainly weren’t complaining. You were both pleasantly high, talking anything from movie theories to possible dystopian futures and alien invasions.

“Look, I’m jus’ sayin’ that if I was an alien, I wouldn’t wanna fuck a human, are you kidding?” he reasons, eyes squinted as if he’s offended and your laughing so hard you have tears in your eyes, “Nah, I’m goin’ for a much cooler species.”

He watches you as you fight back giggles at his ridiculousness, a lazy, grin settled on his face. He reaches for his jacket that’s slung across the arm of the couch, reaching into his pocket to pull out his own stash and you gasp, mocking offence.

“You had your own weed all this time and you’ve been smoking mine?”

He rolls his eyes, settling the joint between his lips and lighting it. He inhales slowly, watching the tip as it sparks to life, eyes flicking back to you as he exhales, “I was gonna share,”

He holds out the joint for you, however as soon as you go to steal it he holds it back, just out of your reach, “what’s the magic word?”

“Oh my god, are you kidding?” you ask through a laugh, straining forward further in an effort to reach it but you’re hindered from the way you’re sitting. You make grabby hands at it instead.

“Ya want it or not?” he asks, eyebrows raised expectantly. There’s a tension between the two of you, still mostly playful but turning ever the more thick as the moments pass by.

You huff, getting comfy again in your spot, keeping your hand stretched out lazily, “Please,”

As soon as the word leaves your lips you can see his eyes get darker, that infuriating smirk only stretching across his face and you’re so mad that that’s all it takes for the playfulness between you to shatter into pure sexual tension.

Without a word he hands you the joint, enjoying the way you quickly bring it into your mouth for a deep drag to calm your rising nerves. It’s infuriating, how good he looks like this. All calm and relaxed on your couch in the low living room light, curls messy and looking at you through hooded eyelids. You want him. Just his eyes on you like this has a warmth pooling in the pit of your stomach.

You try to play it cool though, taking another slow drag and enjoying the way the smoke rises up around you. His eyes zero in on your lips, watching with a peaked interest as they wrap around the filter, watching the way the smoke escapes them. Neither of you say a word for a while. Just sitting in a comfortable quiet, a forgotten Spotify playlist playing in the background as you pass the joint back and forth.

He didn’t make his move until the final few hits of it. He shifts to sit straighter on your couch, a little more proper. What left his mouth was anything but.

“C’mere,” he says lowly, cocking his head to the side and gesturing to his lap, “gotta nice seat for ya,”

You don’t hesitate to comply, your high erasing any ideas of playing hard to get. You maneuver yourself as gracefully as you can, swinging a leg over his and settling there, straddling him comfortably with his hands on your hips. Once you're settled he raises the joint to his lips, taking in the last drag, eyes glimmering in the low light of the room. He holds it for a second, one hand moves upwards to cup the back of your neck and pulls you in closer.

Your lips are so close, the tension crackling between you like electricity. He tilts his head ever so slightly, lips parting to exhale the smoke into your mouth. You inhale on impulse and your mind goes blank as your lips brush ever so slightly together. You knew people said shotgun kisses were hot, but you had never truly believed them until now.

You know you should pull away to exhale, but you can still feel his lips brushing against yours and your mind is dizzy from the weed and from him and you can’t take it anymore. You close the distance the rest of the way, kissing him slowly through your exhale, smoke slipping through your lips as he returns the motion.

You kiss him like that for a while, enjoying his hands on your waist and the feeling of his chest beneath your hands. You were quickly realizing that Merriell was his own kind of drug. You’d only had a little taste of him and yet you found yourself craving more. His fingers flex against your body and you can’t help to low noise that slips out of your throat. It only spurs him on, emitting a growling sound of his own as he tugs you closer, dragging you against his growing erection. Your hand slides into his hair in response, feeling like you’re so high on weed and him that you might just fly away.

“Is this okay?” he asks against your lips, letting his forehead press against yours while he waits for your response.

You hum your affirmative, nodding your head quickly while diving back into for another kiss, this one much more ravenous than the last. God, you felt like you were starving for him. You couldn’t get enough at the way his tongue slid against yours, the feeling of his hands gliding up and down your body. They continue down the curve on your spine, settling once they reach the globes of your ass.

“You don’t know how many times I thought ‘bout this,” he mumbles, pulling away to stare at you teasingly through hooded eyelids. His accent, already a slow drawl, comes out much thicker when he’s high like this. It washes over you like honey. He smirks at you and before you can begin to wonder what he’s up to he brings one of his hands down in a sound smack against your right ass cheek.

You gasp at the feeling, dulled by the layer of your jeans but rippling throughout your sensitive skin nonetheless. You laugh lowly against his cheek, “likewise,”

He bites his lip on a grin, capturing your lips in a single, filthy kiss as if he knows exactly what it’ll do to you. Your hands wander up under his t-shirt, nails digging in sightly, just as a preview, returning the favour.

Like a switch, he’s on you a little more urgently and things begin to move faster. His hands tug on your shirt impatiently and you obediently part to take it off, shucking your bra off as well, and feeling pleased when he follows your lead. Your hands explore each other's bodies, every inch of new skin. It’s not long before he switches positions, standing up and dropping you back on the couch so that this time you’re laying on it properly. Without wasting a moment, you wiggle your jeans off, tossing them somewhere over the coffee table and taking in the way his eyes darken further at the sight of you.

He crawls his hips between your legs, capturing your lips in a messy kiss before starting to trail them down your body. Your high has your skin feeling so sensitive, every soft brush of his lips feeling like a shock of electricity through your body. He spends time on your breasts, marking and kneading them with his hands, enjoying how responsive you are beneath his ministrations. Though he doesn’t spend long there, clearly more interested in another prize.

He settles, this time his shoulders keeping your legs spread. He presses a soft kiss to your inner thigh, lets his fingers dust over your panty-covered pussy. Your muscles twitch at the feeling, and you feel your cunt clench around nothing. He looks good there, tattoos cover his skin and you long to be able to leave something that permanent on him. Fuck, you want him so bad.

He grins at you, knowing exactly how impatient you must be feeling. And that bastard uses it to his advantage. Sucking marks into your thigh just to watch your squirm. Eventually, he pulls your panties to the side, letting his fingers slide through your folds. He whistles lowly between his teeth.

“Mmm, baby, you this wet for me already?”

The whimper that leaves your lips is pitiful, your hips twitching in an attempt to get the pressure where you need it. He chuckles under his breath, eyes darting between your heat and your face, “Look at you,” he near coos, letting his thumb trace circles around your clit, watching as your mouth drops on a silent moan, “You want it so bad, don’t cha? Sweet thing...”

“Are you gonna be an asshole like this all night?” you ask, breathless but trying to redeem some of your dignity through what little wit you have left.

He laughs, sinking a finger into your heat just to watch the pleasure ripple across your face, “Don’t pretend like you don’t love it.”

And he’s right of course. You do love it, love the way he comments on how wet you are for him, almost mocking. Love the way he’s taking his time to find the most sensitive parts of your body and using them to his advantage. You let out a breathy moan as his finger brushes your G-spot.

The sound must do something to him because within a second he's attaching his mouth to your pussy with a growl, not even bothering to remove your panties before doing so. The heat of his tongue on your clit as his finger works that sweet spot inside of you turns your breathy moan into one much louder.

He’s good with his mouth because of course, he is. Within moments you feel like you're right on edge. And the smug bastard knows it too if the amused glint in his eyes is anything to go by. Your one hand twists in his curls, encouraging his movements while your other works at your nipple.

“God,” you whine, tugging at his hair as you feel heat wind up your spine. You swear you’ve never felt this good. It only takes another flick of his tongue against your click before your orgasm rips through you, thighs attempting to squeeze around his head, stopped by his free hand holding your one leg open so he can work you through it. Your body twitches in its aftershocks, mewling pathetically when the simulation starts to ride that edge between pain and pleasure.

“It’s just Merriell, actually,” he supplies when he pulls away with a smirk.

“I fucking hate you,” you breathe out, pulling him up your body so you can kiss him again, despite your words. He laughs, moaning softly against your lips when your hand finds the bulge in his jeans.

He kisses you for a while, letting you paw at him for a bit before he pulls away to work them off his body. There’s no real rush, the high allowing you to take it slow and enjoy the moment as opposed to the frenzied fucking drinking tends to lead you to.

You whine and he laughs at you, low and cocky as he leans down for another wet kiss, “You hurtin’ that bad for it, baby?”

You beam up at him from your place on the couch, feeling comfy and sexy with the way his eyes trail across your skin, leaving a tingling feeling in their wake. You shrug, watching with interest as he rids himself of his briefs, admiring his cock as he awaits your response.

“It’s been a while,” You say, distracted as you anticipate the stretch required for your body to accommodate him, ‘I’m excited, sue me.”

His hands use your hips to drag you closer to him, lifting one leg onto his shoulder while letting the other wrap around his body. He leans down to kiss you and you only have half a second to wonder the last time your legs were stretched like this before the feeling of his cock at your entrance steals the breath from your lungs.

Your mouth drops open, a moan caught in your throat as he slowly sinks into you. Your eyes roll back, shamelessly enjoying the stretch as he sinks, inch by slow, pleasurable inch. He continues the slowness, but you’re not sure he’s doing so on purpose.

When your eyes focus again you see the definition of bliss on his face as he thrusts slowly in and out of you, moaning lowly in his throat.

“Fuck,” he says, drawing the word out through gritted teeth, “that’s it, takin’ me so good.”

His thrusts begin to pick up, still fucking you slowly but with more force behind them. Each sharp movement of his hips as the tip of his cock dragging sweetly against the deepest parts of you, and it feels so fucking good. In the moment, it’s intense. He’s folded over you, holding your leg against your chest so he can suck and bite at your neck as he fucks you. You can’t help the filthy moans you let loose in his ear, one hand fisted in his hair while the other digs your nails into the smooth skin of his back.

“Merriell,” you gasp, feeling distinctly insane with the pleasure you're feeling. Your head drops back onto the couch, body jolting with each thrust of his hips. It’s good, god, it’s so good. But the need that burns through your veins makes you impatient, “Let me ride you.”

The words are out of your mouth before you can stop them, but it’s a suggestion he is clearly open to acting upon. He quickly pulls out, sitting back in his original position and pulling you on top of him.

“Be my gu-” he doesn’t finish his sentence, instead tapering off into a moan as you waste no time in sinking down on to him again, “Christ,”

You waste no time. Quickly stabling yourself with your hands on his shoulder and maneuvering yourself up and down on his cock. Now it’s your turn to watch him. Watch him as his eyes roll back and his hands grip your hips with a vice-like grip. That smirk never strays from his face though, clearly enjoying himself.

“You look so pretty like this,” he talks, bringing a hand down on your ass again, loving the way it spurs you on, “talk to me baby, tell me how it feels.”

You moan, loud and borderline pornographic, “You feel so good,” you breathe, biting harshly down on his lip, savouring the growl that vibrates through the both of you, “Oh, fuck, Merriell, you feel so good,” You emphasize your words with a particularly good roll of your hips.

You can tell he’s getting close by the way his hips start to snap upwards to meet yours and the way his brows furrow in concentration, “Fuck, baby girl,” he groans, unaware at the way the nickname makes you melt, “tell me you’re getting close. I wanna feel you cum around my cock.”

You nod immediately, pulling on his hair so you can capture his lips harshly, letting him bite your lip and pull your hips frantically against his own, “yes,” you whimper, “yes, yes, fuck imgonnacum,” you rush out, feeling like every touch he’d ever laid on you compiling into this one moment. It’s completely overwhelming and for a moment, you blackout.

When you come to he's kissing at your neck, hands massaging and pull at your ass, helping you ride of the aftershocks of your orgasm. His sounds have turns high and desperate against your neck, hands gripping at your skin so hard you think you’ll have bruises tomorrow. He needs you to keep going. Give him something.

The small, dare you say whimpery, “Oh baby, please,” has you moving quickly, almost as desperate to make him finish as he is to finish.

In the blink of an eye, you’ve lifted yourself off of him and onto your knees in front of him, quickly enveloping his entire length into the warmth of your mouth.

“Oh fuck, baby,” He moans urgently, both hands coming to tangle in your hair as you work your mouth over his cock, eyes trained on his face, “Fuck, I can’t-”

You hum, encouraging and within seconds you feel him reach his climax. His head thrown back, hips twitch upwards into the welcoming heat of your mouth, a low long moan pulled from his throat. He lets you bring him down, continuing to suck and lick softly at his spent cock, eyes lazily following your every movement.

When he finally pulls you up off the floor it’s to kiss you, lazy and heated. You collapse basically on top of him as you kiss, unbothered by the smallness of the couch and the cold air that bites at your cooling skin. He makes a noise in his throat when you pull away, watching in amusement as his eyes barely open to look at you.

“‘M so fuckin’ high.”

It pulls a laugh from you, bubbling up from your chest. He smiles, bright, relaxed and dazzling, “Hope you weren’t plannin’ on kickin’ me out because ‘m not movin’ for a while,”.

You rest your head on his chest, letting yourself sink into the moment with him, your own high coming back to you as you bask in the post-sex haze.

“You're still gonna get me discounted tattoos though right?"

[astrofireworks]

okay so the ex that will Not Leave me Alone texted me yet again and my sister got pissed and edited this photo of youngbin into this and said “make it your display picture right now so he thinks you’re dating someone and stops texting you” and i just: a binu version 

so bin broke up with his ex about a year ago 

and it’s been a year, you’d think his ex would Get Over It Already but 

text received from [binandme] 2:27am: “hey wanna meet up? it's been a while haha“

apparently not

bin sending a screenshot to rocky bc heck how is his ex’s username still ‘binandme’ that’s just lowkey embarrassing

rocko: “oh god when !! will he stop !!!!”

rocko: “listen buddy you gotta do something”

bin: ??????

rocko: “pretend ?? you have another boyfriend already”

bin: “okay listen that’s cute and all but i don’t have another boyf-”

cue rocky scowling because jesus bin, all you have to do is pretend 

rocky going on instagram and bumming around on their university location tag until he finds a picture of someone cute 

rocky checking out his profile and deciding that hey, not a bad choice 

all he needs to do is maybe edit out a couple things but this guy looks hella Boyfriend

wheezes

and their university’s big enough that they’ll literally never run into each other so this eunwoo guy will never know !!!!! 

rocky’s brain, pleased: good concept, rocky! 

and so Real Friend Rocky gets to work 

after i told her about it my roommate had a dream she pushed my ex off a building i cried laughing

image received from [reliablerock] 2:53am

bin: “what”

bin: “w ho”

bin: “who is that”

rocko: “your new boyfriend”

and so bin sets it as his display picture because hey, why not? if it works, it works and he’ll never have to get another message from his ex again

also this guy is really cute, what with his sparkling eyes and the way he looks like he’s holding bin’s hand so he doesn’t really mind

im not saying that picture still makes me cry but 

and then bin forgets all about it and goes about his life 

until one day he’s at dance practice 

one of the guys asking for his username on kkt so they can set up a good extra practice time that works for the both of them 

bin tossing his phone over so that jinjin can add him on kkt

jinjin texting bin later that night 

jinjin squinting at bin’s display picture on his own phone and huh, that guy looks really familiar

hey that’s,,,,,, that’s his roommate,

jinjin, looking over his shoulder at where eunwoo’s typing away at his homework: “hey, how do you know moonbin?”

eunwoo: “bin???? who??”

jinjin: “you’re set as his display picture on kkt, don’t you know him??”

evidently not

text received from [chxeunwoo] 8.48pm: “hey, is there a reason why my face is your display picture”

wait this is too long i’m shuffling it under a read more

cue bin falling out of his chair

because !!!!!!!!!!!!!!! wow he was Unprepared for this shit 

bin: o shit, 

bin: “my ex keeps contacting me so my best friend thought it’d be a good idea to edit a photo of someone he found off the internet so i could set it as my display picture to pretend he’s my boyfriend?”

bin: “but also i’ll take it down rn if you don’t like it i don’t want to make you feel uncomfortable or anything”

eunwoo frowning and considering it carefully

also eunwoo going on jinjin’s facebook profile to go stalk around and see if he can find a photo of bin 

ooooooh bOy did he find a photo of bin 

jinjin squinting suspiciously at where his roommate is suddenly blushing and choking 

but listen eunwoo is a man who knows his opportunities and he is a man who knows how to grab them

eunwoo: “so would u like 2 meet up and take Actual Boyfriend Pictures”

bin:

eunwoo:

eunwoo: “just for pretence of course”

not at all because he thinks bin is cute (!!!) or anything 

not at all 

:~)

eunwoo: “i mean, if you keep one picture of your ‘boyfriend’ all the time without updating it and it doesn’t even have your face in it how believable is it going to be?”

bin: dammit bit c h you right !!

eunwoo: :~)))))))

and so bin and eunwoo set up a date meeting to take ‘couple’ photos 

and bc it’s near christmas and everything so they meet up at this holiday market thing in a nearby park

and it’s real cute !! with all the string lights everywhere and lil shops selling trinkets and stuff 

bin standing by where they agreed to meet and just looking around 

until he turns around and comes face to face with ???????? an angel

at first he wants to laugh bc wow christmas market taking this a lil too far, hiring extra angels just to make it more festive??

but he knows that face too well he’s been staring at it as his display picture for the past couple weeks

eunwoo choking because wow if he thought jinjin’s dance buddy was cute before

it’s nothign compared to this !!!!!!!!!!

with the soft light from the christmas lights overhead and his eyes sparkling  

and he’s sayign something and eunwoo’s not catching any of it bc he’s too busy staring o shit what how shi !

eunwoo:

eunwoo: “sorry could u repeat that again i was uh,,,,,”

bin already slightly embarrassed bc it wasn’t important it was just him blurting out an “o my god u look great”

but he really does, bin thinks

he’s in a soft white turtleneck and bin thinks that whoever invented turtlenecks and said it was okay to put it on this man was Hella Right Wrong 

but also 

bin’s brain: error 404 not found what is this guy’s voice let bin know please !!!!!!! what kind of beautiful!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

10/10 wouldn’t mind real dating

and it’s only when someone coughs and brushes past eunwoo that they both realise that they’re blocking a pathway 

bin flushing and grabbing eunwoo’s hand and tugging him aside 

eunwoo: !!!!

the both of them exploring the market together bc hey, if you wanna take cute pics u gotta have props right

cue them getting churros to share

bin getting disproportionally excited bc !!!!!!!!! LOOK

CHURROS

WITH CHOCOLATE DIPPING SAUCE

THE B O M B !!!!!!!!

eunwoo laughing bc he’s never seen someone so excited over food before what a heckin cutie 

binnie’s eyes are bright and his lips are curved into a smile and !!!!!! he just looks so happy and soft and beautiful lookin at his churros

@ fantagio bring back eatbin pls & thanks 

eunwoo can’t help it, he takes his phone out and snaps a picture bc this boy just looks so content with his food 

and it’s a p good picture, if eunwoo says so himself, with bin looking down at his churros and the shops blurry in the background and bin’s face softly illuminated by the lights overhead

bin looking up and blinking bc ??? they’re meant to be taking photos of eunwoo or at the very least eunwoo and him together 

but also bin looking down at his churros bc hey they’re taking up a bit more of his brain processing unit rn, sue him

cue binu standing in a corner of the park and sharing churros,,,,

bin nearly forgetting the whole point of the meeting bc heck these churros are real good!!!

eunwoo quietly snapping another picture and laughing bc bin looks like a lil chipmunk what a cutie!!!!!

bin snapping out of his churro daze and blushing bc hey !!! a cute guy taking a picture of him how can he Not be Self-conscious 

they’re not even supposed to be taking photos of him anyway

bin pushing the churro box into eunwoo’s hands and pulling out his own phone

and his first ever photo of eunwoo is slightly blurry and a little underexposed and eunwoo’s glasses have fairy lights reflecting off them and eunwoo’s eyes are slightly wide like a deer in the headlights, but it’s cute, bin thinks

eunwoo’s real cute

coughs

anyways

and he’s about to lower his phone when there’s suddenly a churro thrusted into his face and eunwoo’s looking at him and smiling all expectantly and bin’s heart is beating very quick indeed wow what a smile

bin: “wha-”

eunwoo: “take a picture, quick, it looks like i’m feeding u”

bin flushing bc right yes pictures,,

eunwoo mumbling then tugging bin over to his side 

eunwoo: “change it to the front camera”

and suddenly bin feels eunwoo’s cheek alarmingly close to his 

bin: ?????/ 

and he sees on screen eunwoo's nose nearly brushing his cheek and eunwoo holding a churro to his mouth and his heart goes wOOWEEWOOOOO !!!!!!!!!!!!

but he also snaps a picture bc heck that’s cute

heart thumpingly cute

heart achingly cute 

bin hearing eunwoo say faintly: “my turn” and feeling eunwoo grab his phone from him

bin blinking until he realises eunwoo wants him to feed eunwoo a churro too and him flushing 

very boyfriend

which is the point of the whole thing, obviously, but 

also 

very Boyfriend ! rip bin’s heart 2k17

bin holding up a churro to eunwoo’s mouth and looking over at eunwoo and his side profile

and heck 

heckity !!!!!!!!!!

he doesn’t know how rocko found this angel on instagram but all his photos and the edited photo that rocko sent him has in No Way prepared him for the length of this guy’s eyelashes

unreal 

and it’s only when eunwoo looks over at him that he realises the picture’s done bc he doesn’t even hear the shutter go off

bin blinking 

eunwoo staring bc wow bin rly isn’t moving away and his face is really close 2 eunwoo’s and if he reaches a lil forward he could beep boop bin’s nose with his own 

bin realising that ! this isn’t a socially acceptable violation of personal space and moving away from eunwoo

eunwoo isn’t disappointed at all mmhmm nope not at all no 

bin, faintly: “uh yes thank u for agreeing to meet up with me to take those photos”

eunwoo remembering that yes indeed this is not a first date dammit ugh 

it’s just for fake photos

could be true boyfriend photos but he isn’t sure about bin’s ! position wrt this 

eunwoo smiling graciously and going: “yes of course, i’ll send them 2 u asap”

them picking at the churros and just sitting there in the park talking 

bin learning about how eunwoo’s a psych major and how he’s thinking of going into law 

eunwoo learning about how bin joined jinjin’s dance crew by accidentally stumbling into a dance practice

generally binu having a good time !!!! under cute lights !!!!! with the holiday market buzzing in the background !!!!!!

binu eventually finishing the churros and eunwoo turning to leave to find a dustbin when he hears bin calling out his name again 

eunwoo: ???????

bin, swallowing hard: “uh”

bin: “when can i meet u again?”

eunwoo:

bin: 

eunwoo:

bin: o shit he doesn’t want to meet me again he was just doing me a favour this time round i’m asking too much by asking for a second meeting i messed up now he’ll never speak to me again i’m 

eunwoo: “hmm i’m free day after! do you want to grab coffee then?”

bin: 

bin: :D 

bin later that night flicking through the photos he and eunwoo took and choosing the one of him feeding eunwoo 

bc eunwoo looks so beautiful in that one heck !!! with his hair nearly brushing his eyes and his silver rimmed glasses glinting and reflecting tiny dots of light 

but also bc his eyes are curved up into a smile and it’s the most heart stopping thing bin has ever seen 

bin’s heart is aching it truly is 

also bc when he finally tears his eyes away from eunwoo he looks at himself and !! he’s looking at eunwoo with so much adoration it’s embarrassing 

bin @ bin: stOP IT you literally just met him jlafdkjdsksf

bin back @ bin:  but he’s also so sweet and helpful and kind and his smile makes ur heart beat real fast what’re u gon do about it 

bin cringing back @ bin 

but also bin setting that as his new profile picture 

his ex can go choke on a small dick !! look at bin with his beautiful new ‘boyfriend’ now hA !

although he isn’t really dating him but pragmatics am i right 

half a minute later:

text received from [reliablerock] 8:25pm: dude wtf where are these pictures from 

bin: “ah yeah i met him today we took a couple pics”

rocky: “a little miFFED YOU DIDN’T TELL ME THAT WAS GOING TO BE TODAY but ok this is a rly cute pic good job buddy yall rly actually look like you’re dating it’s adorable”

text received from [m.hyung] 8:34pm: “CONGRATS U & UR BOYFRIEND ARE ADORABLE WTF”

text received from [m.hyung] 8:35pm: “although not as cute as me & jinjin xoxo”

bin: jhlkjsdfhkgjsd what 

text received from [jinjak] 8:35pm: “dude mj says ur dating my roommate what he said he didn’t know u like 3 days ago and now yall have pictures together?????”

bin checking eunwoo’s profile bc heck how did he know they had pictures plural 

and he sees eunwoo’s profile picture changed up to the one where he’s feeding bin a churro 

bin flushign !!!!!!! bc his hear t !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

but before he can react and send a text to eunwoo his phone pings again

text received from [captainddana] 8:56pm: “omg bIN YOUR DISPLAY PICTURE’S SO ADORABLE ASKDJFHKASJDFH WHEN DID U TWO START DATING”

bin:

bin:

bin, faintly: oh

fast forward 2 them meeting bc i’m terrible at this transition thing 

bin stepping into the lil cafe

and it’s cute, he’ll admit

he’s more of a grab and go guy than a sit down in a coffeeshop with a book and a croissant kind of guy but if eunwoo’s one of those he’s willing to sit down and have a pastry too

as long as it involves food and eunwoo he’s down for it

and instantly he sees eunwoo, with his silver glasses perched on his nose and his long fingers flipping through a book, hair falling in his eyes and sunlight falling on him at just the right angle and bin’s breath catches in his throat 

wow

just

wow

eunwoo looking up at the sound of the bell on the door tinkling and smiling at bin and closing his book

bc look !! a cute binnie in a cute coat 

bin blushing and pulling out the chair opposite eunwoo’s 

them talking over lattes and just !!!!! getting to know each other 

i mean, their profile photos are set as each other so 

might as well be friends, at least 

speaking of photos

bin: “ah yeah so about the photos haha funny story” 

bin: “so a couple of people think we’re actually dating???”

eunwoo:

eunwoo: “wait isn’t that the point”

bin, floundering slightly: “right yeah on my end but you ? also set your profile picture to one with me, so i was wondering??”

eunwoo: ?????????

bin, sheepishly: “people keep asking me if you’re my boyfriend and i ? didn’t reply bc i wasn’t sure about what you would be comfortable with me saying about us bc obv this isn’t like a real thing so uhhhh”

eunwoo looking at bin over the rim of his coffee cup and willing his heart to calm the heckity down bc this is it this is his chance to be real s m o o t h 

eunwoo, fast mumbling: “whntmktrlthng”

bin:

bin:

eunwoo:

bin: “what”

eunwoo flushing and repeating: “why not make it a real thing?”

:~)