#his goddamn hair and those glasses oml

[userjoel]

211214 / tom holland interviews son heung-min

[sunnydayroleplay]

hii bestie~ i need something. with your last/recent post, you truly broke my heart you manipulative monster >:) how could you torture me so. Soooooo~ To make up for it, I need wholesome Joseph content! W h o l e s o m e . Thank you! Have a great day.

Hi Sally baby~ I got you, I was so mean to you last night with all my manipulation, and I outta make up for it, how dare I. But again where's the fun in wholesome if I haven't scarred you enough?

I hope your day is horrible. :) (I'm kidding, I won't do anymore angst) Wholesome Joseph content it is~ This fic includes: Joseph showing you off like a beloved jewel, going out for a nice dim lit dinner, dancing underneath the spot light. Just in general nothing NSFW. Other than cursing. And suggestive jokes. Oml some NSFW. Joseph had asked you if you could pick him up after work. You said yes. Right before he walked out of the front door you kissed his cheek, and said your goodbyes and 'I love you's'. Joseph pulled you in by your waist, and kissed your lips delicately before departing away. You lounged about in your house, doing whatever. Someone broke into your work yesterday, so management decided to close down for the rest of the week to clean up and repair the mess. You needed the break so you didn't complain much about it. Whilst at your home you read a book, wrote a list on things to do the next day and all your weekly chores. Really, you didn't do much until Joseph's shift ended. As you were grabbing your keys off the table and putting your shoes on, you saw a note conveniently sitting next to your keys. The note read: Wear something nice, I have something planned. -Love Joseph❤ It was so cheesy, but it was nice. You place the note back down on the table, and walk into your room to change out of the clothes you had been in for majority of the day. You picked out one of your more fancy clothes compared to the ones you just thrifted for 2.99. These were rather expensive, and you didn't wear them often, if at all. Finally they could be put to good use. You put on the clothing, and pick out some pieces of jewelry to go with the occasion. Necklaces, earrings, pant chains, rings..whatever you wanted. You walk out of your bedroom and into your bathroom, where you grabbed a brush and a few other items, and styled your hair to your liking. Now you look like the model here. As you finally decided that you were ready to go, you walked out of the room, spritzing yourself with your favorite scent. You grabbed your wallet and keys, and maybe a bag. You were ready. You head outside, locking your front door and heading out to your car. You start that thing up and you drive on over to the studio. Pulling into the studio, you see these big glass doors that you were soon to walk into. You go into an elevator where it would lead up to the big sha-bang that records this children's show. It would be a lie to say you didn't get lost just a few times, but you managed your way through this unfamiliar maze and were greeted by the man you so loved. His back turned towards you, as he had a lit cigarette in his hand, he was talking to his other lovely co-stars that sure noticed you the moment you walked in. "My, who is that sweet little candy layin' in a jar?" "Oh! Uh, I'm just here to pick someone up." Joseph turns around and is immediately stunned by your beauty. "I'm that someone, y'all." "Ain't no way Joe! Ain't no way, I don' wanna believe it!" "How much yous payin' for that masterpiece?" "I ain'ts payin' nuthin! This fine baby is all mine."

"And I ain'ts believin' jack!" "C'mon let's have some faith in me." "Jojo's right, I mean c'mon, with arms like those, I know yer have some fun bein' thrown."

"Hey now-" "Aww, well shiiit! Wait, wait, where y'all goin'?"

"Whaddya mean?" "Joe, don't play dumb, I ain't seen you wear somethin' nice except ya goddamn circus attire! Ans that's sayin' somethin'!"

"Don't be so mean!" "Okay now, shush! I needa know my answer before he gets the chance ta leave!!" "We're goin' out on a 'lil date you could say." "Awh, since when did Joey get all sentimental~ Yous enjoy youselves now with your fancy dinner~" "How do you know it's gon' be a fancy place, darlin'?" "Joey brought out his expensive suit~ He's gonna eat half the portions for triple the price!~" "Damn straight." "Okay now go have your fun eatin' dinner, and eatin' some dessert later tonight!" "Hey now, I ain't leavin' yet, not when I haven't flaunted my ring!" He pulls you beside him, his entire conversation for the next 10 minutes being all about you, how you met, and how much happier he is now that you're here. The crew teases him and asks you questions. They all seem so genuinely nice, and they all have such characteristic personalities. After your 10 minutes of fame, you were all tuckered out. You don't know how they deal with this everyday for hours at a time. Joseph follows you to your car, and he gives you directions to where you would both be eating. Sure enough it was indeed a fancy place. Joseph had placed a reservation and you guys were sat down right away. The place was dimly lit, with candles at every table. There was a dance-floor, but not nightclub. It was made for slow dancing, tangos, all things romantic and not suggestive. In front of the empty space was a stage where the music played. A classical band. Piano, violin, just relaxing. It was nice. A waiter came up to your table and you both made your orders and drinks. The two of you talked over a nice bottle of aged wine. Joseph swirled the cup around in his left hand, while yours sat on the table, though you occasionally picked it up and drank it. You guys had a nice time. Talking about work, complimenting the other on how they look tonight. It was great. You haven't had something like this in awhile and it was a good change. As your food came to the table, and as you ate it over a period of time. Joseph stood up from his chair, extending his hand out to you. You giggled ad graciously accept it. He walks you over to the dance-floor. Where the light illuminated the two of you perfectly. There was only 2 or 3 other couples on floor with you, but you guys were in the direct center. Joseph put his hand on your waist, your arm on his shoulder and his side. The two of you danced the night away, twirling and stepping together, giggling your hearts desire out. It was a sweet moment, just between the two of you. Soft music playing throughout the establishment, the warmth of Joseph on your body. You didn't say anything to each other, but nothing needed to be said. Tonight was about you two, and that's all that mattered. When the music stopped to cue for the next song, you hugged each other, sharing a long and passionate kiss. Tonight was a wonderful night. And you only want the stars to stop for it to become endless.

[1-800-straykidz]

a list of reasons why i love:

Seungmin

A pUPPY

“Gwwahhhh”

He’s so smart? Wtf???

A whole ass cutie

With a voice to match

Straight up such a savage oml

He trains so damn hard

His vocals are s t u n n i n g

A legit puppy oh my god

He smiles and my heart clenches

When he hurt his ankle and was sitting in a chair and would move it to follow the choreo

All those lil noises he makes

Literally trains so hard

Has the voice of a goddamn angel

He’s just so adorable it makes me so happy

He loves his members so much

And he loves stay so much

A cuddly puppy

When he imitated that puppy plush during a fansign

Must be protected at all costs

His vlives give me life

His round glasses!!!!!

And his hair. The floof

Seungmin literally lights up my life

But he will also not hesitate to tear any members apart

We must discuss his vocals again bc b o y

When he didn’t know Minho’s cats

Showers Jeongin with love 24/7

His duality when he performs has me shook

His stage presence

My boy is 20. He’s accomplished so much at 20.

A ball of sunshine

An angel

(but also lowkey satan but in a good way u know)

His face

His voice

His personality

Him

(Chan) (Woojin) (Minho) (Changbin) (Hyunjin) (Jisung) (Felix) (Seungmin) (Jeongin) (Stray Kids)

[teacoffeeandwhatnot]

The Gay Agenda - Chapter 5

 Look at me, actually uploading when I said I would oml! Chapter 5 is here, and its Jren. 

Please keep in mind, sentences written in Italic is what is being said by the panel, or people in the studio. Normal text is what is happening otherwise.

As always, also available on my Ao3!

(if you want me to tag you every time i update, please dont hesitate to message me and I’ll add it in the next chapter)

“Our next contestant is Choi M-“

“Holy shit, is that Minki?!” Jeonghan interrupts Holland, jumping out of his seat to get a better look at the screen in front of them.

“Uhh, yes, do you know him?” Holland questions.

“Yeah, shit, he’s my cousin. I don’t know why I didn’t think of him for this show, he’s like a lover of all things gay. Also, he already works here so it’s perfect.”

“Well then, I guess I can save myself the introduction,” Holland laughs. “Do you happen to know what his type is?”

“Oh yeah, for sure. He’s into like super nerdy guys which is kind of ironic because, even though he works in the freaking comic book store, he could not be less interested in them.”

“Ah, well then it should be easy to find someone that’s his type then, I guess. Let’s see how he gets on.”

He knows he should really be spending his money on better things as a 23-year-old, but Jonghyun can’t help himself, so he finds himself on the bus for his weekly visit to the comic book store. It also has nothing to do with the pretty shop clerk whom he has successfully avoided talking to for weeks now, nope. Nothing at all. He totally doesn’t spend half his time there staring at him, and not the comic books. Definitely not.

Ever since the new guy has started working there, his visits to the store have become significantly more nerve wracking and he finds his hands sweating a worrying amount every time he pushes the door open. He really needs to get his shit together.

He walks straight to the Haikyu section, deliberately not looking towards the counter, where he knows the beautiful boy is. He knows his name is Minki, having glanced at his name tag out of the corner of his eye last time, when he had been busy ringing up another costumer.

Even though he only glanced in his direction for about half a second through the glass door before entering, he is still hyperaware of Minki, slouching over the counter, looking bored out his mind, sucking on a goddamn lollipop. He also belatedly realizes that Minki seems to be the only employee here, which means that, if he wants to buy something, he will inevitably have to talk to him. Which is generally a good thing, forcing him to finally have a conversation, but he’s also scared shitless. He knows he gets all stuttery and awkward when faced with pretty people he may or may not have a small (massive) crush on, so there is probably a high chance he’s going to embarrass himself. For a second he considers just not buying anything and high tailing it out of the store, before he realizes how stupid that is. He gives himself a short mental pep-talk before finally deciding to get his shit together, picks up the book he wants and makes his way towards the counter. Previously he had always waited, sometimes agonisingly long, until Minki was busy or went on break and his co-worker took over, before he went to the counter, as to avoid the situation he was in now.

He placed his book on the counter, finally managed to look up and made direct eye contact with Minki for the first time. He was frozen for a minute, lost in the man’s eyes before he was shaken out of his stupor.

“Only this then?” Minki asked.

“Uh, y-yeah.” Jonghyun mentally cursed at himself for the little stutter and cleared his throat. “Just this one today,” he managed, trying to sound a little more confident and not like his legs were about to give in any second.

“So have you finally decided to stop avoiding me then?” Jonghyun’s head snapped up from where he lowered it again, staring at Minki with a panicked expression, who was smirking at him with a knowing smile.

“What? I was not- I’m not- I didn’t…,” he stuttered, trying to come up with a reasonable explanation.

“Dude, literally every time you’re here you stare holes into the side of my head but you never come up to the counter when I’m here and always wait till Minhyun is at the counter or I’m busy. I feel a little bit offended to be honest, what do you have against me? I don’t bite.”

Minki says all of this with a smirk on his face, so Jonghyun knows he isn’t mad, (and mortifyingly probably knows why Jonghyun was staring) but he can’t help but feel faint.

“I wasn’t staring at you.” Minki cocks his head, giving him a ‘you’ve got to be shitting me’ expression. “I just admire those posters behind the counter.”

“Sure you do, my dude, sure you do.” Jonghyun doesn’t think his face will ever return to its natural colour, destined to stay permanently crimson at this point. He realizes that Minki is almost done ringing up his book and with that his time actually talking to him will be over soon. Scrambling to keep the conversation going, he asks, “Uh, so I’ve been looking for a new series, preferably something similar to Haikyu, so like sports and rivalries, etc. do you have any recommendations?”

Minki shrugs, “No idea, dude, I’ve never read a manga in my life. I can ask my colleague though and let you know?”

Jonghyun belatedly realizes his mouth is hanging open in shock and quickly closes it.

“What do you mean you’ve never read one, you work in a comic book store?”

“Yeah, because my cousin, whether he admits it or not, is a sucker who would do anything for me, and he knows the owner so he got me the job. I’m a broke college student, I take what I can get. ”

“Fucking brat,” Jeonghan mumbles under his breath.

Up until this point, Jonghyun had been convinced that Minki was perfect and most definitely the love of his life, but this could not be overlooked. This was a major character flaw that needed to be corrected immediately.

“Ok, but like that’s unacceptable. I’m sorry, but you have no choice, you have to be educated. I will sacrifice my precious time and be your teacher, out of the goodness of my heart.”

(Minki honestly couldn’t believe that it could’ve gone any better. Whether he knew it or not, the cute customer had done his whole job for him, and he didn’t even need to come up with some bullshit excuse to spend more time with him. He was going to win, for sure.)

“I’ll let you educate me under two conditions.”

“Ok? And those would be?”

“One, we go find a café and have a drink while you tell me all about your little… books.”

Jonghyun made a face. For one at the comment about his ‘little books’ and secondly out of confusion. Wouldn’t it make more sense for him to educate Minki in the comic book store, so he could provide examples?

“Uh sure I guess, I mean here would be better, but if you want. And the second one?”

“You have to tell me your name,” Minki grinned. “So far I’ve only been calling you Onibugi in my head.”

Once again, Jonghyun felt his face heat up. Minki had been calling him a nickname in his head? For how long? Did this mean that he would also think about him? This was lowkey too much information for him to handle all at once.

“O-onibugi? Why?”

“Cuz you kinda look like one, don’t you think?” Minki squished his cheek and Jonghyun was ready to die then and there.

They decided to go to a little ice cream parlour on the second floor of the mall, since Minki said he was craving a milkshake, and who was Jonghyun to deny him. The entire 3 minute walk there, Jonghyun could help but sneak glances at Minki’s side profile. His long hair swished gracefully back and forth as he was walking and Jonghyun really had to fight every nerve in his body to not give into his urge to run his fingers through it and see how soft it really was. The first time Jonghyun had seen Minki, he had thought that he was a girl, quickly proven wrong when Minki had called out to his co-worker in a voice too deep for a girl and called him hyung. Now, Jonghyun had never really thought about his sexuality in depth, so he probably would’ve fallen in love with Minki no matter if he was a girl or a boy, but he was kind of relieved that Minki had been a boy, since in his opinion, girls are even more terrifying to talk to than guys. Or so he had thought. Minki seemed intimidating no matter what, hence the long time it took him to start talking to him.

Arriving at the café, they quickly found a small table for two in the corner and scanned the menu.

“You want to share a milkshake?” Minki asked.

Considering Jonghyun could barely get through a conversation with him, he doubted he would survive sharing a drink with the other.

“Uh, no, I’m good, you get your own drink. I’ll pay.”

“Aww Jonghyunnie, that’s not what I meant, but thanks! So generous.”

The obvious flirting that Minki sends his way completely flying over his head, Jonghyun launches into a speech about Haikyu as soon as they get their drinks.

“Ok so, I don’t know where to begin. Let me just tell you the plot first, I think that’ll help you understand how awesome it is. So basically it’s about this guy who joins the volleyball team of this formerly prestigious high school and he’s like obsessed with this other player who is like the star player of this team and was basically like a jump god for them, so he trains all the time to try and become like him. He ends up…” Jonghyun trails off when he looks up and realizes that Minki doesn’t seem to be listening to him at all, but is rather just staring at his mouth. Self-consciously he rubs over his lips, thinking he might’ve gotten some of his milkshake somewhere on his face.

“Minki, are you even listening to me?”

“Huh? Oh yeah, sure I am.”

Jonghyun isn’t completely convinced, but continues trying to convince Minki that comics are the best thing in this world and that he is missing out.

“Ok well he ends up clashing really hard with this setter – how much do you know about volleyball by the way? Actually it doesn’t really matter – so anyways he clashes with this setter is also like a really good player so everyone calls him king, but he’s more like a tyrant, I guess? And yeah –“ Suddenly, there are lips on his. He was so engrossed in his speech he hadn’t realized that Minki had gotten closer, lifted his chin up and just planted one on him.

It was over way too quickly, Jonghyun hadn’t even closed his eyes and he just ended up stupidly blinking at Minki when he pulled back, with his mouth slightly open.

All of a sudden, all the pieces in his head seem to align. Holy shit, Minki had been flirting with him this entire time.

“Holy shit, you were flirting with me this entire time.”

Minki let out a loud laugh. “I’m glad you finally caught on, I thought I couldn’t make it more obvious. I mean I flat out told you I have zero interest in comics and yet I still listened to you ramble for like an hour. I felt like I had to help you along a little bit.”

Jonghyun scratched the back of his head sheepishly. “Yeah sorry, I get really into it when I talk about comics… also like… you’re beautiful? I thought you’d never go for someone like me. I mean, you could have anyone.”

“Not go for someone like you? What, you mean a cute, nerdy, hot guy with a deep voice? How the fuck could I not go for you?”

Before he could blush and stutter some more, Minki leaned in again and this time Jonghyun was prepared. He managed to close his eyes, kiss back and even cup the side of Minki’s face. He couldn’t believe that this was happened and inwardly cursed at himself for not talking to the cute clerk earlier.

Later, when they’re walking back to the comic book store hand in hand, Minki’s phone goes off.

“Oh hey Jeonghan, how are you?” “My cousin,” he mouths in Jonghyun’s direction.

“Sooooooooooooooo?”

“So, what, Jeonghan?”

“Soooo does it live up to all your day dreams and on a scale of 1-10, how good of a kisser is Jonghyun?”

“WAIT, WHAT? HOW THE FUCK DO YOU KNOW?”

Pt. 4

[nyxwordsmith]

The Christmas Party

Some Moxiety for all your soft, awkward boi needs!

This is a part of my Hospital AU that I have to thank a *Certain* anon for (you know who you are :P)

Genre: FLUFF oml so much fluff

Word Count: 3,878

Warnings: Alcohol, Drunk Characters, Swearing (if there are others, please let me know)

Virgil really didn’t like parties. He really didn’t like most of his co-workers. Well, maybe except Logan…and Patton.

It didn’t help that the surgeon was so nice. Virgil had expected to hate the paediatric surgeon. From a distance he seemed so…fake. Like those people in high school that only become friends with you because they want something. And yet, when they’d met, Virgil couldn’t deny the depth of sincerity he’d seen in those big brown eyes.

Virgil sighed into his cup, Lord help me.

“Hey there!”

Speak of the devil…

“Patton!”

…and he’ll appear.

Virgil looked up through his hair, not surprised to see the surgeon cheerfully greeting another nurse on the other end of the room. His immediate feelings? Conflicted. He desperately wanted to go and say hello, strike up conversation, be normal. He also wanted to hide under the table and turn invisible for the rest of his life.

He wanted to kick himself. He was a grown ass man! Nearly thirty! And here he was, acting like a goddamn high schooler!

He sighed deeply, trying to calm the sudden rush anxiety. There was no point getting himself all worked up over nothing. Patton probably didn’t even remember him-

“Virgil?”

Oh shit.

“Hey!” Patton beamed at him, and Virgil barely remembered to breathe, “How are you?”

Patton was almost a head taller than him, holding out a hand for Virgil to shake. Clumsily, Virgil pried one of his hands from around his cup and awkwardly shook Patton’s hand. Just like when they met, he had a firm grasp that softened a little around Virgil’s timid, weak handshake.

“I’m, uh…I’m okay. I guess. You?” Virgil struggled to find words, and move them to his mouth. He was too focused on how Patton was beaming at him, eyes shining behind his pale blue glasses.

“I’m doing alright. Christmas is stressful.” He tilted his head with an understanding grin, “You look a little flushed, are you sure you’re okay?”

You’re still holding my hand, man. “Uh, yeah.” Virgil tried to smile, unsure if it came out warm or more like an awkward sneer. Holy crap, he wasn’t used to interacting with actual people.

Patton finally looked down at his hand, “Oh! I’m sorry!” he let go hastily, laughing as he put his hand in his pocket, “I forgot to let go, silly me!”

Virgil felt his cheeks burning even hotter, wrapping his hand back around his cup and hiding behind the rim of it, “It’s okay.” He mumbled, shrinking a little before him.

“Well, it was nice to see you again.” Patton’s voice pitched unusually low, “Maybe we could…talk later?”

Virgil’s eyes widened. He wants to talk to me? But I- “Sure, yeah.” Virgil couldn’t help the small smile that curled at the corners of his mouth, “That’d be…cool.”

Patton beamed again, “Wonderful! See you soon!” he waved as he wandered back into the party and Virgil shyly waved back, letting his hand drop to his side again.

The surgeon wanted to talk to him? Oh god. What if this was about work? Virgil did not want to talk about work. He was on leave for the next two weeks, he wanted to enjoy it!

Still…

Virgil glanced back up from the rim of his cup through his hair, where Patton was laughing with another surgeon. He could probably talk to Patton about anything and enjoy it.

“You have it rather bad, don’t you?”

Virgil yelped, jumping a little before turning to the intruder of his personal bubble. Logan smirked at him, head tilted to the side, pale blue eyes shining at him behind his black rimmed glasses. It was clear that the nerd had been drinking. His cheeks were tinted pink, and his language was far more relaxed than usual.

“Wha-what? No.” Virgil scowled at him, but Logan laughed softly, batting his hand at him.

He leant against the wall beside Virgil, sipping at what looked like whiskey, “You are adorable when you’re flustered.”

“Logan?! What the fuck?!” Virgil whisper-shouted, shoving Logan to the side. Logan roared with laughter, his head thrown back. The nerd was so tipsy already that he didn’t notice several nurses and surgeon’s staring at him in shock.

Virgil blushed and shrank from their gazes as Logan collected himself, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” he adjusted his glasses, “I suppose I have had a little too much to drink already.” He couldn’t wipe the grin off his face, even though Virgil could see him trying, “I hate Christmas.”

The younger nurse blinked at Logan, “Don’t you dare tell me it’s because of the marketing bullshit.”

Logan snickered, taking a large gulp of his whiskey. Virgil winced. Geez.

“I don’t have fond memories of Christmas.” Logan’s voice had suddenly become grim, his grin lost and in its place, a thoughtful, almost sad look. His eyes were unfocussed, glassy for a moment before he looked back down at his whiskey. When he blinked again, it was gone, “But that’s not what Christmas is about!” he was grinning again, looking up at Virgil, “Friendship and booze and all that!”

Virgil couldn’t help but snicker at his friend, along with a few others around them. “Logan, you should slow down.” He warned, “I’m not carrying you home.”

The usually serious one pouted at him, eyebrows knit together but his eyes shone with playful lights, “You’re no fun.”

A genuine laugh actually escaped Virgil, “Now that’s a new one from you.”

Logan sighed, throwing back the rest of his whiskey. So much for slowing down, “I hate parties.”

Virgil snickered, “Mood.”

“What?” Logan looked genuinely bewildered, his dark hair falling in front of the lenses of his glasses, but he was too focussed on Virgil to care. Or maybe that was the alcohol, “Mood?” he repeated.

“Ah, like…I relate.” He waved his hand, hoping that was enough for Logan.

His pale blue eyes widened with realization, “Oh!” a slow grin spread onto his face, “Mood…” he mused, “That’s…huh.” He went to sip at his whiskey, and pouted down at his empty glass, “How disappointing.”

As much as Virgil would have preferred to be alone, he did not trust Logan to watch his drinks. And the serious nurse already seemed eager for another one.

Virgil caught him by the elbow when he pulled away for the bar, pulling him back, “I asked you to slow down, remember?”

Logan blinked at him a few times, visibly searching his memory banks, “Yeah, you did.” He relaxed into a soft smile, “Did I mention that I hate Christmas?”

Virgil snickered, “Yes, you did.” Virgil took the empty glass from him, but Logan immediately started fidgeting with his pale blue tie. Looking around quickly, Virgil found a small sculpture for the tipsy man to hold, “Find out any facts this week?”

Logan lit up like a goddamned Christmas tree, but before he spilled any, a coy expression spread over his face. He leant closer to Virgil, wiggling his eyebrows, “I observed something this week.” He whispered conspiratorially to Virgil.

“Hmm?” Virgil’s own eyebrows rose as he sipped at his drink.

“You have giant crush on Patton.”

Virgil choked on his drink, coughing hard as Logan laughed again, nearly falling backwards into the table behind him. All Virgil could do was glare at him. “Firstly, no, wrong, nope.” Logan snickered, “Secondly, will you stand still?”

Logan toyed with the small sculpture in his fingers, “I’m almost never wrong. You said so yourself.” He teased, falling back against the wall with his shoulder, “And yes. I can.”

Virgil rolled his eyes, “You are honestly the strangest person I know.”

“I am not strange.” He pouted, his glassy eyes showing more hurt than Virgil had intended, “I’m just…I dunno.” Logan looked down to his hands.

“Whoa, Logan, I’m sorry.” Logan’s eyebrows knit together, “I wasn’t…I didn’t mean that to hurt.” With his head bowed, he looked up at Virgil. “You’re not strange. Unique, is probably more appropriate.”

Logan sighed, looking back down at the sculpture, “That’s…a nicer one I’ve heard.” He admitted at a near whisper with a shrug, “But my point still stands.” He lifted his head suddenly, “You have it hard for paediatrics surgeon.” He whispered.

Virgil was starting to see a pattern here. Logan was not going to let this go until Virgil admitted it, got another drink in his hands, or they left. And even then, there was no guarantee he’d drop it at all.

With a larger mouthful of his drink, he grimaced. Virgil didn’t actually like orange juice with vodka, but he didn’t want to say no…why didn’t he say no? He didn’t want this…

“Ugh, Logan-“

The more tipsy of the pair tilted his cup toward him with his index finger, frowning at the contents, “You don’t even like orange juice.”

He would have snickered but Logan was pouting up at him, “No, but someone offered it to me-“

“Weak.” He whispered, “C’mon!” he took Virgil by the cuff of his hoodie, pulling him through the crowd. Virgil tried to protest, or pull himself free, but goddamn, Logan had the hell of a grip!

Before Virgil realised it, they were at the bar and Logan had already ordered them their favourite drinks. Logan paid, handing Virgil his drink and wandering slowly back to their spot of the wall.

“You didn’t have to do that.” Virgil muttered once they’d returned to their quiet corner of introvert heaven.

“You don’t like orange juice.” Logan looked at him like that was enough of an answer.

“No, but…I still would have finished it.”

“But you don’t like it.” Logan continued, frowning a little, “You don’t…you can say no, ya know?” He shifted his weight, “Don’t just…you can…”

It was the first time Virgil had seen Logan struggle with his point, and he felt it didn’t have to do with the fact Virgil didn’t like orange juice. Gently, he put his hand on Logan’s shoulder, feeling him stiffen before he relaxed, “I think I know what you’re trying to say.”

Logan sighed and relaxed further, “Good.” He whispered, “My head feels fuzzy.”

Virgil smirked, “Uh, yeah. You’re tipsy.”

The nerd snorted at him, “And I intend on getting sloppy.”

Virgil’s eyebrows shot up, “Firstly, you’re picking up slang really well.” Logan beamed proudly at him like a four-year-old, “Secondly, why?”

“Because. I. Hate. Christmas.”

“Alright, alright, geez. Sorry. But, uh, maybe save that for the clubs?” Virgil looked around the room, “Getting sloppy in front of your co-workers…”

Logan frowned at him, then looked around the room, “Oh. Oh.” He shook his head, “Not sloppy here.”

Virgil physically relaxed, “Oh thank god.” He whispered, taking a healthy sip of his bourbon.

“You know, there are stars-“

Virgil wasn’t at all surprised that Logan wanted to talk about space again. It was one of the few subjects he studied that he actually seemed passionate about. If the way his eyes lit up was an indicator. And Virgil couldn’t help but listen to him, even if he was far more animated now that he’d had something to drink.

“Excuse me?” A familiar voice interrupted their debate about the effect of gravity on multiple bodies. Patton was smiling gently at Logan, who peered up at him and grinned. “I don’t mean to interrupt, but you were discussing gravity?”

Patton was still considerably put together in comparison to Logan. Logan was already swaying, hair mussed, tie looser than he usually kept it. Even so, he had enough awareness to bite his lip and wiggle his eyebrows at Virgil.

Who was already blushing and hiding behind his hair. Now, he wanted to punch Logan out. At least then he’d keep his mouth shut.

Logan ended up discussing theories with Patton for a while, and Virgil watched in awe as Patton managed to wordlessly take Logan’s drink from his hands. So enamoured in the discussion, Logan didn’t even notice when Patton perched the drink on a high bookshelf.

It took him almost ten minutes to notice. Patton threw Virgil a sideways glance, with a smirk, as Logan stared at his hands, confused.

“I…” he blinked a few times, “…have clearly had too much to drink.” He whispered as he looked around himself.

“The stars look really nice from the roof, why don’t we all go and have a look?” Patton offered, looking between both Virgil and Logan.

Virgil expected Logan to leap at the idea. Instead, he turned to Virgil with child-like excitement, eyes glittering. When did he become the adult? Logan was older than him by almost four years!

“I mean, sure. Yeah. Why not?” Virgil shrugged and sipped at his drink.

Patton looked a little worried, or was that disappointment? He wasn’t sure. He didn’t get a chance to find out, because Logan started dragging Patton out by his wrist and Virgil had to follow.

After explaining to Valerie in passing, Virgil met them up on the roof. The air was brisk, sending a chill down Virgil’s back. Logan was staring up at the stars in awe, like the drunk moron he was, while Patton carefully kept his eye on Logan between pointing out stars.

Virgil approached slowly, hands tucked into the pockets of his hoodie and shoulders raised as he tried to keep warm. Patton spotted him first, beaming at him, but it slipped with uncertainty. What was Patton nervous about?

“Look!” Logan pointed excitedly to another constellation and Virgil smirked, standing just behind the pair.

About ten minutes in, Logan decided he was cold and declared that he was going to go inside. Virgil didn’t miss Logan’s sideways glance from the door, or his wicked grin.

Maybe the nerd wasn’t as drunk as he’d lead them to believe.

The sounds of the city were faint, horns honking and sirens blaring in the distance as Virgil and Patton looked up at the stars. After a long, awkward moment, Patton sighed, “Virgil…I’ve been meaning to talk to you.”

“Oh?”

Patton dropped his head, “Have I…done something to offend you?”

That…took Virgil completely by surprise, “What?”

Patton fidgeted with his fingers, “I just mean…ya know…you’re kinda…I dunno…”

Was the surgeon…flustered?!

“You just never really seem interested in talking to me.”

Oh. My. God.

“No!” Virgil’s mouth was working before he’d really thought of anything to say and Patton turned to look at him, “I mean, I just- what I meant was-“ he groaned, pulling at the sleeves of his hoodie, “I’m not very good with- I can’t-“

“You’re…shy?” Patton offered, his hurt expression melting into one of relief and understanding. All Virgil could do was nod and Patton actually sighed with relief, “Oh thank god.”

Virgil stared up at him, “What?”

“I just-“ Patton suddenly blushed, “I mean…” he cleared his throat, eyes wide as he rubbed the back of his neck, “I didn’t want us to be…at odds.”

Why was the surgeon lying?

His sandy blonde hair danced in the breeze, soft curls falling over his freckled nose and brown eyes. The full moon really didn’t help Virgil’s poor heart. Why did his gay ass have to work with such an attractive man?!

“Would you…like to talk more?” Patton asked, “I don’t want to be too forward or weird or anyth-“

Oh my god. He is flustered!

“Um, yeah.” Virgil interrupted him before Patton talked himself into a tizzy. He smiled with relief, and goddamn it, it had to be illegal to look that good.

“Good!” he bounced onto his toes, “I mean,” he cleared his throat, rocking back onto his heels, “Good.”

Virgil swallowed, “Um, I’m, uh…thirsty. Wanna go…back downstairs?”

Patton smiled warmly at him, “Sure.”

They walked back together, their silence still a little awkward but not nearly as heavy as before. The surgeon opened the door for him but waited for Virgil to enter first, warmly greeting some of the party-goers as they entered.

Logan had found himself a new pair of ears to debate space with, who looked as eager and just as tipsy. Virgil faintly recalled their name being Joan, but he wasn’t quite sure. Patton was pulled into another conversation, apologising to Virgil who gave him a wave with a small smile.

He was…disappointed. He really had liked Patton’s company, even if the man was far too attractive to be legal. No one should be that nice and that pretty. He got himself another drink, retreating back to his corner of the room, and pulled out his phone.

And time just seemed to speed past around him. And the party got significantly wilder while he’d been distracted. When he finally looked up, out of content and people to talk to, he was surprised and a little mortified by what he saw.

Logan was standing on a table with Joan, belting out some old song at the top of his lungs, his dress shirt buttoned down halfway. His tie was loose around his neck, practically hanging from a thread, as several others danced around the table. Joan…didn’t actually look much better. They looked as drunk as Logan was.

Patton was leaning against a wall, smiling to himself dreamily as he sipped at a cup of something dark. The surgeon…his sandy blonde hair had come free of it’s hair tie, long loose locks falling over his shoulders. Smaller curls had fallen over his glasses, nearly hiding his brown eyes.

A bright blush was spread over his cheekbones and nose, his lips quirked into a smirk, his own button down undone from the collar. His sweater vest was ruffled, the hem of his button down poking out of one side.

Virgil ducked his head. He was far too sober for this.

He would have left if he wasn’t Logan’s means of getting home. He sighed, throwing back the rest of his drink before heading to the bar for a shot or two. It wasn’t enough to get him drunk, but it would make everything a little easier to deal with.

He didn’t expect to get caught by Patton. Again.

“Hey.” He leant down a little, bringing him closer to Virgil’s face, “Let’s talk, you and me, please?”

“Sure.” Virgil felt a little less intimidated now that Patton was…well…drunk.

Patton beamed, retreating back to his spot of the wall, close enough to the music and revelry to be enjoyable. “Hey,” Patton clearly needed the wall to keep his balance, “Why do you hide your face?” he asked gently, almost worried that Virgil had a serious reason.

“I, uh…dunno. Kinda always have.” Virgil shrugged, “Since like…high school.”

“Oh!” Patton turned so he was leaning against his shoulder, “It’s not like…scars, or anything?” he looked genuinely concerned.

“Well…maybe a little.” Virgil sighed. This conversation always came up at least once. He reached up, sweeping his fringe back a little to reveal a pale white scar that jagged down over the bridge of his nose, “But I’d rather not talk about it.” He let his hair fall down, averting his gaze and tapping the side of his glass.

Patton was silent, eyes wide for a few moments, before he suddenly moved, taking Virgil’s cup and putting both of their drinks down beside him. Virgil stared, unsure if he should run or wait, but Patton pulled him closer, an arm snaking around his waist.

Virgil yelped, hands coming up to press against Patton’s chest, but he was so close he only managed to trap his own arms. “Patton-?!”

The surgeon was looking down at him intensely, brown eyes deeply troubled as he slowly reached up and pulled Virgil’s hair back again. Virgil felt small and uncomfortable in Patton’s hold like this. Even more so because he was scrutinising the scar.

What he didn’t expect were the words Patton would say next.

“You are so damn pretty, you know that?”

He breathed it out, like he couldn’t get his voice to work. Virgil couldn’t help but stare up at him, struck dumb by both their proximity and the words that had fallen out of Patton’s mouth.

“Um, no?” he finally managed to answer, gently nudging at Patton as a sign to let him go.

Patton either didn’t notice, or didn’t care, “You are.” He whispered. Before Virgil could process what was happening, his flustered brain lagging, Patton pressed a few kisses along the scar and pulled back again, “So pretty.”

Virgil could only blink at him, lips quivering. He wasn’t sure what he was feeling. Touched, angry, sad…all he knew, was that tears were flooding his eyes and he didn’t know what to do.

Oh, maybe he was scared.

Patton hesitantly let go, hand lingering on his hip and Virgil was able to take a deeper breath, shaking a little as he slowly processed all of what Patton had said.

“Why – I mean-“ he swallowed hard and cleared his throat, “I don’t-“

Patton blinked twice, suddenly burning bright red and eyes widening. He snatched his hand away and Virgil actually missed the contact, “I’m sorry!” he clasped his hands together over his chest, “I thought…I mean…ugh.” He shook his head, “I’m such an idiot, moron-“

“Whoa, Patton,” Virgil reached out, but hesitated when Patton sniffed suddenly, “I don’t-“

“I really, really, like you Virgil and I’m just…not good at this.” He admitted, head low, shaking as he wrapped his arms around himself, “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to invade your space and all I just-“

“Wait, stop. Hold on.” Patton actually flinched? Virgil awkwardly put his hands on Patton’s biceps, “You…like me?”

Patton nodded, finally lifting his head to meet Virgil’s eyes, “Yeah. It was silly, a crush, ya know? Thought it would go away if I just talked to you and then I got nervous whenever you brushed me off and I thought you didn’t like me-“

Virgil couldn’t help but stare as Patton continued to ramble. The surgeon liked him. The surgeon he liked. And he was scared?

“Are you…scared of me?” Virgil asked, eyes wide as Patton’s own wide eyes met Virgil’s.

“I mean, yeah but…ugh, you probably already have partner and here I am-“

“Nope. Single.”

Patton’s thoughts screeched to an immediate halt. “What?”

“I’m single.” Virgil shrugged, “And uh, what you did…wasn’t that bad.” Virgil admitted, anxiously shifting his feet and scratching at his chin, “I just…it overwhelmed me-“ Patton opened his mouth apologise again, “-cause I like you too.” Once more, Virgil had managed to bring the surgeon’s thoughts to a halt, “I was…flustered…I guess…”

“Oh…” Patton breathed, “Oh.” His eyes widened, “Oh!” he beamed, “You mean…you’re not…I didn’t…”

“No.” Virgil snickered, “I didn’t-“

Virgil didn’t get to finish his thoughts, Patton’s warm hands cupping his cheeks and his brown eyes staring deeply into Virgil’s, “Can we…explore these…feelings…more?” he asked nervously, eyes searching Virgil’s the best they could through his hair.

Virgil swallowed, “What do you…have in mind?” Virgil squeaked.

Patton moved closer, their lips inches apart, noses almost brushing, but he paused. Waiting for something. Virgil pushed in a little, and Patton pulled him closer.

Sparks flew behind Virgil’s eyes when their lips met, soft and silky and gentle but reassuring and confident. Virgil lost the ability to think, the world fell away, and all he could smell was bourbon and Patton’s signature rosy perfume.

Virgil melted.

This was by far, the best Christmas ever.

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THE BUCKET HAT THE GLASSES OML

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