#look i love him ok i am thirsty and tipsy and tired

[emperor-palpaminty]

Just price thot Minors DNI, i am self indulgent so female reader

The room being dark with the night and the only light being whatever the city scape allows- that, and the embers of Price's high quality cigar.

He's not super needs but his mouth has a death grip on that cigar and his hands are gently running through your hair and he's guiding your head as you take his dick in your mouth. He's purring affirmations ("That's a good girl, taking me so well") and gently moving his hips to get just a little more of him in your mouth. When you look up you can see how his shirt sits on his muscular body as he leans back lazily and watches you through hooded eyes. You moan around him and he tangles his hands in your hair. His head rolls back and he groans a bit as you get him closer as he finishes the cigar-

mmmmmmmmmmmmm

[whatadaze]

Hiii, can you write something about liv accidentally getting tipsy and noah taking care of her?

beware: i’m writing this on my phone bc im lazy af so sorry for any mistakes lol

when janna hands liv a cup of “juice” she’s too distracted to think it’s anything but and takes a sip.

in fact, the “juice” masks any trace of alcohol and liv drinks the whole thing.

the effects don’t hit her right away.

it’s not until a good thirty minutes later when the room begins to spin and her head feels lighter.

her balance is off, and she finds herself laughing at things that she wouldn’t normally think is funny.

“liv, are you okay?”

she jumps in her spot and her face erupts into a wide smile when she sees who it is.

“noah!”

she wraps her arms around his neck and practically jumps on him. fortunately, noah is able to catch her in time and he half walks, half carries her to a nearby sofa.

“liv…did you drink anything by chance?” noah asks, pushing back a stray curl.

liv adamently shakes her head. “of course not! janna gave me some juice earlier but-”

noah eyes widen and he looks over at the “juice” in question sitting on the kitchen counter. he knew for a fact that the keg belonged to gijs, which in turn meant that whatever’s inside is not simply just juice.

he lets out a tired sigh.

“liv,” he says slowly. “you just drank a shit ton of tequila. and rum. and who knows what else gijs put in there. you’re drunk.”

it takes a minute for liv to register what he had just told her.

“i’m drunk?”

she giggles pointing to herself.

“me? fuck, i don’t even remember the last time i had a sip of wine! where is he, i’m gonna kill him!”

liv attempts to jump off the couch but her lack of balance causes her to fall back and onto noahs lap.

“okay lets not add murder to the list of events tonight, yeah?”

liv snuggles her head against his neck.

“mmm,” she sighs. “you always smell so good. why do you always smell so nice?”

noah can’t help but laugh at seeing liv in this state. he really shouldn’t think it’s funny since he knows that liv can’t handle alcohol well, but she’s never been the type to express any sort of pda.

“liv!” janna shouts through the crowd. her red hair sticks to her face and she’s rushing to her with a bottle of water. “fuck i’ve been looking for you everywhere! the juice has alcohol in it! i swear i didn’t know!”

“i know, janna,” she says, lifting her head from noah’s neck. “and now i’m drunk.”

she hiccups.

“well according to him i am,” she laughs. “i feel fine!”

noah takes the water from janna and unscrews the cap before handing it to liv.

“drink,” he orders.

“bossy,” she mutters, but takes a sip.

once liv realizes how thirsty she is, she downs the whole bottle.

“okay let’s get you home now,” noah says, grabbing her waist and carefully lifting her up from the couch.

“no!” liv pouts. “this is my favorite song. let’s just dance to this before we go! please? pleeeeaase?”

noah can’t help but smile, seeing liv reijners beg him for a dance.

“one dance,” he tells her. “but then we’re leaving. i don’t want you passing out in a closet somewhere.”

liv rolls her eyes but she quickly bolts over to where everyone’s dancing. she jumps around, raising her hands in the air and her body swaying to the beat.

when noah reaches her side, she grabs his arms and places them on her waist.

“don’t you just love this song?” she shouts. “i fucking love this song!”

she gets lost in the music and noah finds himself dancing with her, laughing at her excitement.

“okay the songs over,” he says, dragging her out of the crowd. “let’s go home.”

liv crosses her arms. “fine,” she sighs. “but i want to say bye to the girls first!”

she begins to shout each of their names and when she finally finds them sitting in the living room, she jumps onto isa’s lap.

“i’m leaving,” she tells them. “i wanted to say bye first.”

“shit,” isa laughs. “janna told us you were a bit drunk but i didn’t believe her.”

engel watches her with concern. “you should go home, liv.”

“i am! noah’s taking me home,” she says, finally getting off isa’s lap. “come over to my place tomorrow morning okay? i’m going to make you guys pancakes. or waffles? fuck, i’ll make both!”

“okay, liv,” noah says, handing her her coat. “let’s go.”

liv manages to put on her coat and stumbles out of the house with noah right behind her.

“fuck!”

liv takes her shoes off.

“i knew i shouldn’t have worn these damn boots today.”

noah laughs and grabs her shoes before crouching down.

“get on,” he orders.

liv eyes his back and happily jumps on. noah stands up, tightening his hold on her legs and makes the walk back to his place.

“is the noah boom really piggy backing a girl right now?” she asks, securing her arms around his neck. “how gentleman-y of him.”

her speech is slurred and a few seconds later, he feels her steady breaths against her neck as she begins to fall asleep.

“i wouldn’t do this for any girl, liv,” he says softly. “and besides, you won’t remember a thing tomorrow.”

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ok yes this is the most ooc thing i’ve ever written and i wouldn’t be mad if liv slapped me after reading this but the thought of liv acting like this makes me lol 😂

[artificialqueens]

Mistakes (Branjie) - Saiphl

AN: Hello everyone, here I come with a new work, this time a Branjie, I hope you enjoy it.

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MISTAKES

Longing, sadness, a broken heart and a brand new bottle of Bocoy that a fan gave her on the Meet & Greet. That’s what Alexis would’ve called a recipe for disaster. Alexis, his friend, mentor and drag mother. The first to embrace the idea of seeing him so happy. The first to welcome that tall blonde stranger that put the most beautiful and silly smile on his face. The first to hug him while he cried himself to sleep when he had the most stupid idea of his life -a break… a fucking break. Alexis was also the first to tell him to not make a decision he could regret, and as he always did, he didn’t listen.

Jose was done thinking, avoiding and keeping all the answers cryptic about him and Brock.  nor about Vanessa and Brooke, and the fling they allegedly had during the filming of the season. Every single person was thirsty to know if they were together. If it had been for the show or if it had gone further away from the werkroom walls.

Vanessa would always laugh and show a chill facade that Jose struggled to keep across the time. Vanessa would smile and share a couple of flirtatious tweets with Brooke. Fun fact Jose hasn’t spoke to Brock in what felt like an eternity. Vanessa would always be gracefully tipsy at the parties. Jose would end the night wondering when he got the bottle and how in the world he had downed it so fast.

The dangerous part of getting caught in your own trap is that you can’t blame anyone but you if anything goes wrong. From the cast ruveal, to being host of viewing parties, he was regretting not only the so called break. He was missing Brock, and regretting to feel lonely and most of all, with a strong need to get himself numb. Before the aching of his heart would lead him to something more than him sprawled on a hotel room bed.

Another night of swollen eyes, tear tracks on his face and music that reminded him of Brock playing on his laptop. A single companion on hand to drown the memories and the pain. Life was wonderful… NOT. So, this was his life now, sitting crossed-legged on a balcony in his hotel room somewhere in California. He had never been a smoker, but since the airing of the season he picked up the habit. The smell of tobacco made him feel less lonely. It also tricked his mind by having the smell around that he associated the most with him.

By the time he slurred a song by Kaleth Morales for the sixth time, half of the Bocoy bottle was gone.  Jose felt like he didn’t have any tears left to cry, and the so craved numbness wasn’t coming at all, making him emotional. What he hated the most about all this mess, wasn’t even the fact of not having a boyfriend. Was the fact that no matter what, the stoic calm and discipline that Brock brought to his life wasn’t there anymore. His anxious self was taking over the place and making a party out of the self pity festival.

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Brock had just arrived to the hotel after a last minute call to help Detox with a cancellation. He was tired, not just physically, but mentally and emotionally and most of all, unable to keep himself from overthinking. He never thought that Drag Race would be such a roller coaster, and from all the things he could expect from the experience, he never expected to find Jose crossing his path.

To be fair, being conscious of the existence of that cute boy was a refreshing pit stop that reminded him of his own humanity.  Still, he never expected that something that started with a couple of stares and a light flirting could turn into the burning passion he felt for him. Brock was mad at the situation, meaning that he was hurt enough to not even try to talk Jose out of the cryptic interactions on social media, and he found himself hovering over his number to call him, only to scold himself for being stubborn.

Busying his hands unpacking, he left the telephone on the night table, forcing himself to concentrate on the task to get his drag ready to be used the following day. When he finally didn’t have anything else to keep himself occupied, he just grabbed his hotel key card, wallet, phone and smokes and went for a night walk. He’d been trying to quit smoking, but ever since the season started airing, he had been smoking more, and the feeling of uneasiness wasn’t helping his case at all.

He started walking, dragging a cigarette to light it, his mind running wildly now that his hands didn’t have so much to do. First drag, fast, deep, messy, rough enough to make him cough a little and making him laugh for the rookie mistake. Second drag, the smoke cloud around him still dissipating and his lungs complaining about the effort; he’s tired. Third drag, he taps the ashes away from the cig and realizes his phone is vibrating in his back pocket. Brock holds the cig between his lips while taking the phone out, the buzzing is there, consistent, almost urgent. On the screen a picture of them he took the time he went to Tampa to meet Alexis and the rest of the Mateo Empire, a shiver running down his spine.

Eyes tight shut, he slides his thumb on the screen and puts the phone to his ear, he takes the cigarette from his lips with his empty hand, exhaling the smoke. The sound of the street from a distance, a breathing and some Spanish song in the background. “si no deseas que me marche, demuestra que al igual que yo quieres amarme y que también te estás muriendo por besarme”. He remembers the song, he knows he heard Vanessa and her sisters slurring the lyrics, totally wasted. He remembers the single trail of tears falling down Jose’s cheek while singing. He remembers how he felt that wild urge to wrap him in his arms and never, ever see that sad expression in his eyes again.

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Jose can’t speak, the Hello on the other side of the line has him frozen, a tight knot blocking his throat making him sob. “Papi are you ok?”, he hears on the phone, and he feels like screaming, but his voice comes low and broken.

“I- I’m sorry Brock, I shouldn’t have called,” he says, regretting his words even before he finish the sentence. “I just… am so fucking drunk, and missing you and I needed to hear you…” he rambles, the trembling of his voice spreading through all his body.

Brock sighs, and then curses the cig burning his index finger, making him throw it away. “Where are you?” he asks, fighting the voice in his head now yelling at him that this is a bad idea. “Talk to me Jose… please…” his voice is losing strength as much as his knees that threaten to quit keeping him standing.

A broken sigh falls from his iips. “I shouldn’t have called… I’m sorry babe, I’m so sorry,” and he can’t help himself from crying. Brock exhales from his side of the line, the kind of exhale that compels anyone to keep talking.

“Where are you Jose?” Brock asks one more time, trying to keep himself together. He knows for sure that he won’t be alright until he makes sure the man he loves is safe and sound. In the background the song changes, “arráncame la vida con el último beso de amor… ay! arráncala y toma, toma mi corazón.” Another part of his heart breaks, as if all the pain of reliving their beginning through the cameras hasn’t done its part at this point. “Please papi tell me where you are… I miss you too, I love you,” his voice desperate when he hears the song and how Jose’s breathing stops for a second.

The song comes to an end, and Jose finally speaks, sharing where he is and a non stop rant about how stupid he feels by doing this. Brock realizes that they’re not so far from each other and without thinking jumps in a cab, with the name of the hotel falling from his lips in a hurried whisper. Jose keeps talking to him, apologizing and telling him that he doesn’t have to come to him. Brock asks for his room number before cutting the call..

Riding in the elevator is painfully slow; Brock curses the damned thing (and himself) for not taking the stairs. When the evil device finally dings on the eleventh floor, he almost runs to find the room.  He doesn’t even need to look for the number; the music leads him to Jose, who was sitting in the hallway, the almost empty Bocoy bottle cradled between his legs and his forehead resting on his knees, the soft sound of a guitar coming from inside the open door of the room.

“Cómo te extraño y cómo tengo miedo de perder los pasos, de extraviar en algún lado las promesas y los sueños ¿cuál será el mejor camino? todos dicen, que ese sí te va a a llevar…” Jose sings, tears still falling down his cheeks, and Brock’s heart falls to the ground. His only purpose from the moment he found out he was in love with that man, was to make him smile. Kneeling by his side, with no words left to say, Brock wraps him in his arms, wishing to melt him into his chest and never let him go again.

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Jose doesn’t know how long they sit there, the only thing he knows for sure is that he hasn’t felt that safe in a long time. He’s lightheaded, not even sure if his neck would be able to hold his head up but having Brock with him is worth the effort to do it. When he turns his head, for a brief second they lock gazes.  Brock’s eyes are full of tears, the longing reflecting his heartbreak. Jose sighs, shyly sliding an arm around the other man’s waist, taking a deep breath.

Brock sighs deeply. He had wondered how that moment would be, what he was going to say and the things he expected to hear from Jose. Nothing of that happened, and there’s just a feeling of comfort spreading from where his hands touch his former lover and creeping up through the rest of his limbs. Jose sobs again, burying his face in Brock’s chest, muttering unintelligible things.

“Come on papi, let’s go inside” he whispers. Brock starts getting up, lifting Jose with him. It had always been like that between them, both of them fitting together even in the most ridiculously small places. Feeling Jose’s breathing on his neck makes the blonde smile for a second, memories of that familiar tickling on his skin being one of the things that still keeps him awake during the long nights.

Jose stumbles a little, managing not to fall down due to Brock’s grip on him, the door clicking shut after them. “Nuestra coordenada no es lo único que va girando. Tout ce qui nait, meurt tot ou tard. Si caminamos al reves, peut-etre nous rencontrerons.” The tender notes of the ballad assault Brock’s ears while he finally snaps out of the haze of feeling him again. He remembers that song, he sang it with him, the verses in French easily falling from his lips under the Florida night sky. So many memories, all of them beautiful, yet painful. Tears finally breaking down his walls while sliding down his cheek.

Brock lays Jose on his back, taking the almost empty bottle from his hand. Jose curses to the numbness that’s finally taking over he wants to see him, wants to hear him talk, but most of all, he needs to touch him. He needs to know that Brock is actually there, and it isn’t a sick prank of his own head. Struggling with the heaviness of his lids, he looks at the man of his dreams watching him. A caress soft as the wings of a butterfly brushes away the tears that fall from his eyes; and for the first time in months, he genuinely smiles.

Brock leans to kiss Jose’s forehead, the tip of his nose… the corner of his lips. The strong taste of rum making him reminisce, and he closes his eyes for a second, feeling completely broken. He’s about to leave him to sleep when Jose takes his hand, a desperate iron grip squeezing his fingers.

“Don’t… please Brock, stay with me.” His plead crystal clear even though it isn’t more than a soft whisper. Brock has never made a decision so fast. Even though he’s a proud creature and even though he’s still hurt, he misses the pleading man staring at him. Nodding lightly, he kisses Jose one more time, then gets back to his feet.

“Por el sueño sucio en que me enredas, andamos  la lluvia y yo buscándote con las mismas intenciones.” Those words are the last notes hanging in the silence of the room after turning off the laptop. Brock takes off his hoodie, letting it fall languidly over a chair. Taking a cigarette, he goes to the balcony; he needs a minute to cope with everything that’s happening. He’s on the second drag of his smoke when a pair of hands wrap around him from behind, intertwining the fingers over his belly. Soon, one of his hands lands over the other pair. They sigh.

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They share a bed for the first time in almost a year. The sounds of the city float through the open window of the balcony. Brock cups Jose’s face and gives him a shy peck on the lips. Jose snuggles himself under the blankets against Brock’s chest, gripping his t-shirt as an anchor to reality.

Some hours later, Brock wakes up to the peaceful face of a sleeping man. A man that meant the world to him, a man who left him, a man he loved with all his heart.  He couldn’t deny how in love he was with him, even when all the odds have always been against them.

Jose wakes up to a pair of worried baby blue eyes that are right in front of him, but looking far away.

“A penny for your thoughts,” he says, all worries hidden behind a sleepy voice. Brock looks at him, coming back from the depth of his thoughts. They know the call the night before was a mistake, they know things are way too complicated. They know crossing the fading line they both put between each other would land them in turbulent waters.

“I shouldn’t be here… we both know it.” His voice breaks with the high pitched gasp of the younger man. “Still, there’s nowhere I’d rather be… I love you, Jose.” The words effortlessly falling from his lips, making the other shiver. “And that‘s what makes all this a mess, because I love you, and I know you love me. But we got to a point where that wasn’t enough.”

Jose lifts his head with his arm, just to be able to focus his attention. “I know what you mean… and I fucked it up big time.” He says, a tight knot shaping on his stomach. “I shouldn’t have called. I managed to go through without doing it… but I miss you and I love you too.” The weight of those words falls heavily over his shoulders. “I screwed all of it up and I’m sorry… I… please don’t go, Brock.”

With those words, Brock wraps the other man in his arms, holding him close. Lost in the moment, there are no words left to say. Jose tilts his head and kisses the man in front of him, desperate and needy, drinking back half the life he took when they parted ways. Brock reciprocates, savoring the intimacy of the moment.

They know for sure that they’re still in love with each other, and that something between them had broken during the time they were apart. They also know this path is going to be rough. They’ll need to start from the scratch and it probably won’t work, because just as Brock said, sometimes love is not enough. But sometimes, to love and to be loved is the right place to start.

[slytherinbangchan]

Apado gwaenchana Chap 12💖

Chap 11

Masterlist

Magazine workers (enemies to lovers AU)

Warning for this chap: Mention of alcohol, kissing games etc… (parties stuff)

Fluff, smut.

Pairing: RenjunxReader (Only y/n’s actual name is ‘Skyler’ cause I love that name and that’s it but it’s still ‘y/n’ ok?) Btw I made everyone here older than they actually are cause they’re working at an office etc…

You (Skyler/BlueAbsinthe) work as an editor at an office for a magazine called ‘Fashion Killa’ along with your two besties, (Chloe/uwuBabe writer for the health and beauty department and Blair/NotARavenclaw, a photographer). And everything is fine untill you have to work along in an assesment with your ‘mortal enemies’.

(Dont mind the time on the chats I just write late at night, lol) Idk if I need to say this but I love Chenle, president Chenle forever💖, but he’s a jerk in my series, so sorry. Ily Chenle pls forgive me. This chap is a fave honestlyyyy, my hearttttt.

Nct members as:

Mark: Editor. Renjun: Photographer. Chenle: Editor Lucas: Model Doyoung: Model Park Jisung: Model Johnny: Model Yuta: Model Taeyong: Model Jungwoo: Model Other Idols:

Felix: As an Stray Kids member Han Jisung: As an Stray Kids member. Wonho from MX: As a model Joohoney from MX: As a model TOP from BB: As a model. Siwon from SUJU: As a model. BoA: As your boss

Chap 12. ‘Absinthe’

Back on the hotel, you come across Lucas who went for some ice or something. He takes you and Doyoung to his room where everybody else was. Chloe and Blair are smiling at you from afar. You already texted them about last night so probably their imagination run wild when you appeared with Doyoung.

Anyways, Lucas has set a cup in your hands so yeah, it seems like it's time to drink. This time you drink faster than the night before and you can tell. Let's say you've been 10 minutes at the party and you feel already tipsy. Doyoung is talking to Johnny. Renjun, Jisung and Mark are together in some corner drinking. Jisung looks at you and you smile at him. Renjun is looking too now, so you show him the middle finger and laugh at the face he makes. He ends up laughin a little too. You're kinda bored actually. But is not like you want Lucas to start one of his drinking games so, you just wait there for something to happen. A little bit later Johnny appears right in front of you.

-Hey.

-Hi Johnny. -You smile at him.

-You look cute.

-Oh, wow, thank you. You look cute too.

You pull him aside a little to look behind him. Renjun eyes are fixed on you. Not the first time you notice that kind of behavior from him. You're not stupid. But you have to admit that conciously or not, you look for him aswell. You know what they say, there's just one step from hate to love right? That's probably why (even if you don't want to admit it) kissing Mark the other night actually felt so good.

-Skyler? -Johnny is waving at you to bring you back.

-Oh. Did you say something?

-Just asking you if you wanted another drink. -He laughs.

You look at your cup. There's a little bit left but you drink it in one go and give him the cup. -Yes, please.

You take a look back at Renjun. He's still watching. You make a face at him and he's the one showing you the middle finger now. You mouth a mute 'fuck off' at him and he laughs. Damn, he looks cute. You hate him so much.

-Here. -Johnny hands you the drink. Making you turn so you can pay him some attention.

-Thanks. What did you bring me?

-Oh... Doyoung told me to bring anything with vodka so...

-Aww, he did? He remembers, cute.

He laughs uneasily.-Yeah...

-Anyway, thank you. -You pull his shirt so he would bend down so you can give him a peck. He smiles and is about to speak again when someone pushes you and you spill your drink on him. -Omg, Johnny I'm sorry. -You turn to your back to see who pushed you. -Jisung??

-I'm sorry Skyler, Renjun pushed me!

-Ah, did he?- You say, looking for Renjun. He's laughin running away with Mark to the same corner he was before. So childish.

-Anyway I should go to my room and change. -Johnny says.

-Sure. Sorry again. -You apologize.

-Noona I'm really sorry. -Jisung apologizes too.

-It's okay Jisung, it's not your fault.

-Oh, well, then I'm gonna go back to the guys. -He says slowly walking away.

-You tell Renjun he owes me an effing drink.

You sigh, kinda frustrated and go check yourself in the bathroom, just in case that drink got to your clothes somehow. But you're fine. Looking good. When you come out Renjun is waiting for you.

-Wow, are you a stalker now?

-Here. -He says handing you a cup. -Your ‘effing drink’.

-What did you put here? -You ask as you smell it.

-Vodka, absinthe and blue tropic. It should taste fine.

-Sure, and absinthe? Probably would kill me after what I already had.

-Well, yeah. Killing you was the plan. We're enemies, remember?

There it is, your heart skipping a beat. Perhaps you are gonna die tonight indeed. -Okay then. I'm too drunk to fight my destiny. -You say as you atempt to drink that whole cup in just one shot.

-Hey, easy. -He says as he stops you. You cough and he chuckles. -Skyler, maybe you should change your ig name if you can't actually handle absinthe.

-Shut up. -You say as you slightly wipe your mouth with your wrist. -It's your fault I coughed.

I won't shut up, this is funny. -He says laughing.

-Ah.... -You say dramatically as you lean on the walls and slowly walk like that to the aisle where the bathroom is.

-Skyler? What are you doing? -He says following you. He looks kinda worried. You're fighting not to laugh at him just now.

You stop moving once there's nobody else at sight. He's gonna try and comb your hair with his hand so he can see your face better and check you're fine but you hold his hand and pull. His face 2cm away from yours. He's looking into your eyes, waiting. So you slightly caress his lips with yours and watch him eagerly try to kiss you. You smile at yourself a little and he frown, so you give him a peck on the lips and he gives you another one in return. Now is when you kiss him for real. At some point he's so into it he drops his drink and you laugh without breaking the kiss. You only stop kissing when Johnny catches you both when he's heading to the bathroom. He apologizes and goes away. You look at Renjun and both of you start laughing.

-I think you just broke his heart. -He says.

-At least I could shut you up. -You say, giving him a last kiss.

-Yeah... I guess you did.

So yeah you're now at your hotel room. The minute you wake up you feel the butterflies. Actually you drank a lot last night so you're not entirely sure it's a hungover thingy or just the real deal.

Like the other day after you kissed Mark playing 'too hot'. You felt somehow like this after. You wanted to kiss him again, pin him down etc... Like you were so mad at him you were actually thirsty for him if that makes sense somehow. But then Doyoung appeared and you know the rest. This time Doyoung was there but it didn't matter.

You remember something about the guys wanting to go visit more of the city or something like that but honestly you just want to stay there in bed. A shower wouldn't hurt tho. You even wash your hair and everything. You're back in bed just checking IG when you see Renjun's post. He looks cute. And you're sober. That's weird. Mark wasn't cute that way anymore in the morning. You get out of insta and throw your phone away. Then look at it for a while. Not knowing very well what to do. You pick it up and throw it away a couple of times till you finally do something.

Ok, so. Renjun is in your room. Actually he's on your bed, with you, cause you're gonna watch a movie. You need a drink. But you don't wanna be one of those people who drink before lunch. Anyway the movie's starting. It's one of those christmas movies they always come out with in every channel when november's ending. You haven't watched this one but you already know how's gonna end. You'd say you hate them but actually you kinda like the feeling while watching them. It reminds you of easier times. When you were a child and would watch them with your family. Anyway it's kinda cold so you go under the covers.

-You can come too if you want. It's cold. -You offer him.

-Oh, sure. -He takes off his shoes and joins you.

-Ah... By the way if you don't like the movie...

-No, it's okay. I know christmas movies are cheesy but I kinda like them.

-Huh... -You say, thinking to yourself. Then you make yourself comfortable.

Renjun is like really focussed in the movie but you can tell it's totally an act. 'Cause you're doing the exact same thing when actually you could cut the air with a knife right now. You're pretty tired from last night so as the movie goes on you can feel more relaxed and your head is instinctively leaning more and more towards Renjun's shoulder. His hair smells so good.

-Ah. -You say. -I'm just too sleepy to care anymore. I'm gonna rest my head on you. -You say as you do so.

He chuckles. -Sure.

-Hey, I'm shy but not that shy ya know. -You say looking at him from his shoulder. You're as honest being sleepy as when you're actually drunk.

-You're not shy at all. -He laughs.

-I think I am. -You say, pouting to yourself.

He chuckles again. -Okay. -He says, grabbing your hand softly. You interwine your fingers with his in response.

You're blushing and he's too, but you're both looking at the tv so who can tell. You're so comfy there, it feels so safe. You end up falling asleep at some point. When you wake up movie's credits are showing and Renjun is asleep too. You realize you were kinda hugging and blush again. You don't know if you should let it go or just keep hugging him pretending you're still asleep. You choose the second option and close your eyes again. He wakes up a little bit later and have almost the same reaction as you. Only he just caresses your face softly. You open your eyes slowly and look at him. Then you move so you can be closer to his face, and after looking at him from there for a second you just kiss him.

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[0418-r-blog]

Parallels

genre: angst, romance, university! au, mentions of sex characters: reader and Jiwon (Bobby), Ikon, others word count: 1855 summary: Jiwon doesn’t get attached and Y/n knew that.

Part 1 I only say the truth

Jiwon was a fuckboy. And you knew that.

It's been almost two years since Y/n moved to the apartment. When she arrived, Hanbin, Yuji and Jiwon already lived there and she took the place of another friend of them that went on a exchange program. At the beginning she was afraid she would feel outcasted but they welcomed her warmly and with time, all four became very close.

Hanbin was gentle and focused but was always trying to put up a bad boy facet that (almost) everyone believed in. Yuji was was sloppy, lazy and unpretentious in the most adorable way possible. Everything she did seemed to be a path to disaster but her charisma would always win. And Jiwon was transparent as a glass. He was sweet but at the same time, ruthless. He seemed quiet at first glance but his ability to relate to others was immense. He loved his friends, that was clear. But in addition, he was extremely devious and confident, traits that some hated and others loved. In the case of girls, it was the latest.  

Jiwon was a fuckboy. Y/n knew it and every girl at the campus also knew it but for some illogical reason beyond her comprehension, they would still get involved with him. He wasn't a complete jerk that prevented people from liking him or being his friend. He'd always let his intentions clear and be brutally honest about everything, never getting attached to anyone while attaching himself to everyone. He was the type of guy that Y/n would usually find to be a jerk but maybe for knowing him in completely different circumstances, she was found of him.

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"Good morning" a voice came from her back. When she looked, it was a complete stranger with a sweet smile, "good morning" she responded, having absolutely no idea who she was but pretty much knowing she's with Jiwon.  A minute later, Jiwon comes out and gives his good mornings while displaying a shy smile to Y/n, that gave one in return.

"I'll be leaving now. Call me?" she smiled to him, gesturing a phone.

"Sure" Jiwon responded while opening the door.

"Is that coffee I see?" he asked.

"Yes, do you want some?" Y/n offered.

"Thank you" he flashed his bunny teeth and Y/n giggled while shaking her head for his cynicism about the situation. After that She quickly left to uni and promised that she'd go watch him play at night.

Each one of them had their own routine. Y/n went to her classes in the morning and in the afternoon she worked at the archiving department from University. Hanbin had a part-time job in the morning, classes in his afternoons and took the nights to compose or go to musical events in the city. Jiwon studied in the mornings and worked in a record store until late nights, playing twice a week at the campus radio as a DJ. And finally, Yuji, that was already graduated, worked in a office all day and took her nights and weekends to sleep, see her boyfriend and go clubbing.

This semester was incredibly dull to Y/n. The classes weren't exciting and everybody was super busy, barely being able to meet. Surprisingly her dull job at the University's library was quite exciting as unlikely as that might seem.

Drowning in books and documents all afternoon was strangely therapeutic to her. All her daily stress was unleashed in the solitude of the enormous file-room, the little laptop, scanner, and headphones that accompanied her since the beginning of the year.

After leaving work, she headed to the store that Jiwon worked. There was Hanbin, Yuji, and other of his close friends. Friday's on "Radio 3" had become one of the hottest spots in the city. The parties were practically infested with college students for it's proximity to the campus and the youthful but vintage vibe of the place.

Y/n was probably the shyest of the four and despite loving the company of her friends and getting a little tipsy at the end of the week, staying 6 hours grinding at a club was not her first choice. But Jiwon played at least once a month and she tried to show up some times.

Jiwon was very good at it and while his own productions were going a little slower because of work and school, he paid his bills by playing the music of others and his and Hanbin productions. Besides being best soul friends, Hanbin and Jiwon shared their love for music, and both, in their own way, ran after their dreams.  

Arriving there, Yuji welcomed her with a tipsy smile, handling a beer in her hand,

"Hey love" she exclaimed

"Hey" Y/n responded

"Tired?"

"Pretty much" she chuckled putting the beer away and grabbing a bottle of water at the bar.

"Just stay for a while and then go home."

"Yeah, that's what I'm going to do. Let me say hello to Jiwon" she said and turned around.

"Ok, go there hottie"

"Haha ok" Y/n responded laughing to her drunk friend.

"You're specially hot these days" her friend responded with a silly smile.

"Yuji, control yourself, your boyfriend is right there" she pointed to her boyfriend while he waved backed, laughing.

"I can't!" her friend gestured putting her hands on her heart.

She pulled away from her friend and headed for the cabin to give Jiwon a shy wave, which he returned with a smile.

"You came!"

"I always do"

"Only when forced"

"True" she giggled. "But hey, at least I come every other month, stop being demanding"

"Ok, you're right, it's a honor already"

"Are you thirsty, DJ?" both laughed of how corny that sounded.

"Yes, please." He said while grabbing the water of her hand.

Y/n intentions of staying only a little became a little different as the night go on and she felt like dancing and staying a bit more.

1 am. "Damn I need to go home" Y/n said out loud.

"Already?" Hanbin asked while dancing with Yuji.

"Yeah, I'm super tired. I'm gonna say goodbye to Jiwon. Bye, loves"

They waved back.

"Jiwon, I'm leaving now, see you tomorrow!"

"Hey wait, I'm leaving too. The other DJ will take over"

"Do you want me to wait you?"

"Yes, It'll only take a few minutes."

Y/n stood outside for 5 minutes when Jiwon came out and they started to walk towards the bus stop.

"Sorry, I was exhausted."

"It's fine, I'm dead" he laughed with his visible tiredness. "These last weeks have been brutal with the midterms and work but I can't stop playing here, it's the only way I have to share my music"

"You're not paid for playing?"

"No. The owner pays me for my work at the radio, as a cashier, to clean the floor, anyways...but playing is the bonus I have, a opportunity. So even when I'm dead, I play."

"That's good because your set is amazing"

"You don't have to please me, Y/n" he gave a small smile.

"No, I mean it. You're great, both your remixes as your own productions. Don't stop believing" she said while she signed the bus to stop. He gave a coy, thankful smile and both entered the bus and sat at the second to last row of benches.

"And you, what have you been doing?"

"Oh no, my life is not as exciting as yours"

"How's that, what your life has that is not interesting?"

"Everything!" she laughed. "I only study and go to work at the library in the afternoons"

"You don't like it there?"

"To be honest, I love there haha. But it's far from being a crowded club or dreams of being a artist or anything slightly exciting"

"I think everyone has a dream, a path. And if...uhm...-"

"Archiving"

"Archiving is what you like then archiving is exciting because you are exciting"

"Stop it, now who needs to try to please me is you. Not even the famous and coveted Dj Bobby saying that archiving is cool is gonna make archiving cool"

"Maybe?"

"No"

Both giggled loudly.

He cleared his throat and asked "but what do you mean with coveted?"

"That was the word you decided to remember?"

"Yes, explain yourself"

"What do you mean explain myself?  You're the sensation among a lot of the girls at the campus and you know that very well"

He gave a cocky smirk.

"I just think it's unfair for you to be talking about me when you barely comment about your love life"

"What love life?" she giggled while Jiwon stared at her in confusion.

"That's right, while I admit my indiscretion you are so private I almost don't see any of your love conquests"

"Conquests? Jiwon, my love life is as agitated as hers" she stated while pointing at a old lady that was sitting in the first few seats of the bus that looked like she was at least 90 years-old.

"You don't know, maybe she's living the best life. It's 1 am after all"

"Oh my god, you're right, I'm even worse" both laughed uncontrollably earning some bothered looks in the bus.

"But really" he resumed "I find it very hard to believe in that"

"Why?"

"Well, how can I say this"

"What?"

"That's our bus top"

She got confused until she realized their bus stop has indeed arrived. Both walked in silence for two minutes towards their home until she got curious.

"What were saying?"

"Nothing"

"Tell me!"

"It's nothing"

"C'moooon"

"I was gonna say that I find it hard to believe that you don't have a love life when you're that hot"

"Jiwon!" she exclaimed while laughing.

"What? You wanted to know" he backed while also laughing.

"Stop messing with me"

"What do you messing with you, girl?"

"I'm not hot"

"You're very hot, gorgeous, A++ so stop being shy about it or I'll keep going" he warned.

She laughed, embarrassed, while both entered the empty apartment.

"That's what you say to all girls?" she mocked him.

"I'm not that lazy and girls don't fall for that, Y/n"

"Sorry" she said, embarrassed by her own statement.

"I usually invite them to see me play, then I take them to the bus stop, we chat and then I compliment them" he spoke while having the most vicious look in his eyes.

Y/n never saw him looking like that to her before.

"Jerk" she murmured while soft smiling. Her hands were getting strangely cold and her heart started to pound. She then rested her body against the kitchen counter and looked again at his eyes. It was pure lust. Her stomach was on fire, she wasn't even trying to understand what was going on.

"Are those compliments usually true?"

He smirked, slowly walking in her direction "I only say the truth"

She slightly bite her lips and softly murmured "I doubt it"

"Don't doubt me" he said while getting too close. Both bodies connected and in a snap of fingers, they began to kiss uncontrollably. It didn't take long until those desperate kisses on the kitchen migrated to his bedroom.

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Thank you for reading!

[cielospeaks]

more in depth bc im tipsy and tired ahaha

-for okki i saw her and fell. i was like “who that she cute” and then i found out shes a hikki themed around bats and origami living in the top floor of himeji castle and i heckin swooned. im so glad i might get stuff of her tomorrow ahaha

-cascu it was a process. i didnt find much by the way of fsncu before then, like id seen the first ep of carnival phantasm but i didnt really know any of the characters so wasnt too interested. but when playing fgo i got attached to this boyo. and the chapter you fight him i was terrified bc knowing my taste i was sure he was gonna betray the main party and i knew i wouldnt hate him for it but i didnt want to have to fight against him w best kouhai and tsun director and funny hologram doc. good thing he didnt. then i had a dream where i went on a beach date w cascu and he was really kind to me and i was like hoooooboy. on that note fsncu was similar. i then watched cp again and with the knowledge that i love this man seeing him die every ep was.... well it was somethin blushes. and then the fanart hooo boy the pixiv fanart. i actually own one of those now and am i happy. fsncu is a good boy

-mozart is the reason i play the game in the first place. i wasnt super into him but i was for sure happy he existed. prolly bc at the time i was like tsun about classical music and music in general for actual reasons. then i fell all over again. i thought he looked.... look idk man it wasnt anything that surprising. just a yugioh lookin blonde mozart i did think it was cool they reference the amadeus poster tho. i wish there were more arts of him gettin dommed by tentacles and stuff or whatever. like the ones of sanson are super cute but why leave out my good boy. i wanna see him blush and moan as he digs those long nails into his palms. ok delightworks listen up heres my idea for chapter blablabla of fgo2- wien singularity. some evil group captures moz and has him used as a catalyst to summon assassin class salieri (or rather makes him suffer a lot) but shes this twintailed adorable bae and is super offended and mcfreakin leaves. though she find theyre chasing her and goes to chaldea for help, finds out the group has now summoned salieri’s students like beethoven/liszt/schubert and now salieri and the chaldea group must fight them. maybe papa bach or handel or haydn or vivaldi or pls rentaro taki would be awesome gets summoned by chaldea (seikilos or orpheus if ur just thirsty for greek stuff) too and thers like 5 composers. david and tristan and summer nobu make guest appearances. mozart: how many of you have played an instrument. nobu: do instruments of torture count. tristan: is a bow an instrument.0.

-kyle i thought was cute bc he reminded me of butler grell but like butler grell i thought he was a minor character that was never gonna have any plot relevance. then he goes all back stabby stabby and tbh the main crew are good so i was rightfully a bit peeved at him. then i remembered that backstabbing characters are totally my thing (glares knowingly at gareth, hans, loki, grell, ect.) and heckin fell. but for a long time i didnt rlly think about dating him, now i do

-for hans theres nothin too much more. hes got a cute nose and i got pissed at the fanbase for him its cronus all over again. even the cute nose. little did i know in 2015 that just a yr later id get defensive over another pointy nosed redhead with low self esteem lmao.

-speakin of which. so i remember mcfreakin losin it at that line in the trailer. beethoven senpai holy shit this animes gonna be great. im so glad that i watched classicaloid after the beethoven and schubert unit was done in school bc if not id be idk even. anyways so idk what it is. my alcoholed ass brain i think is just at this moment at 1:54 am getting sober but ill try to put words in a thing. i think part of it is low self esteem bc that seems to be a running trait (looks at fgo mozart and hans) but also dang boy makes the cutest faces. and voice. idk. i think its the screaming. if hans screamed more often theres a 100 percent chance id wanna bang his voice but he doesnt. get on it sequel. it just has like... idk a warm sound to it when he talks and a lot of maenos other roles kinda sound cold in comparison, like manba for instance, i love that boy too but schuus voice is just so warm and lively. i like that he wrinkles up his face and makes not conventionally pretty? faces? like i love that weird chewing face he makes in the gyoza scene. its like cute in a weird way. it reminds me of losh maybe heck i dunno. i think thats what i love about loid everyones cute as balls but they make funny faces a lot too. like w cu i like the fanart of schuu. i just wanna hold him and comfort him and support him, hes a good boy and deserves that.

- idk why im rambling so long but anyways my gremlin waifu. i guess my first thought like i said was “sweet i could cosplay that” how did it get from “i could cosplay that” to “i could tap that” i have no idea. usually i dont cosplay characters i wanna bang. i think part of it was everyone else in the chat wanted to bang the others and at the time i was the only one who thought motes was cute, but i also was insecure bc i didnt wanna go against any sorta ships my friends had. but i was doing that silly loid dating sim au and going on a disney date w motes did sound cool. i forgot how thisty i was for that scene in ep 5 when cho chan was screaming. why am i like this. ways to get me to like a character- show them screaming and panicked maybe? i dont heckin know my dude. lancer screams a lot and looks panicked a lot in cp i think thats why i wanna get in his tights. anyways then ep 20 happened and a while later i was like “hey guys so ive got this kink” and they were all like hell yea bc before that id been super vanilla n stuff. im so glad. i never tell ppl about kinks before that. and here i am now w a ton of doujins. someday ill find lancer stuff to my kinks lmao. anyways back on subject mozart is hot. i like his long eyelashes and i wasnt super sure on it at first but i love that hes kinda a troublesome little shit. most of my faves or characters id heck are poor sweet insecure babes that i wanna be the shoulder for them to lean on and help them w confidence and whatnot. i still like that type but ive noticed after motes a lotta them have been the super confident shitlords. i guess u could say loki or kyle was that before and that would be true. i think loki started me on the “seems like a top but is actually a bottom and is into kinky shit” but all the fandoms of him always doing the kinky shit to the reader was kinda  a turnoff bc i wanna do the stuff to him. or at the time watch someone do the stuff to him. anywas moz started me on wanting to be te one doin the kinky stuff rather than just wakin in on someone all kinked out and then doin just the aftercare. i think its bc mozart is such a little shitgremlin. and like i mean that in the best way. hes a troublecausin little brat bc his way of interacting w his friends is pranks n stuff. but hes also really sweet and caring, surprisingly perceptive when he wants to be, hes so friggin kind to strangers and animals and just an absolute angel i love him. he can be my angle or my devil. i like that hed try to get into trouble just to get yelled at i love that fgo moz has that too. mozarts will infinitely like to be scolded and i love their kinky asses. not to say i dont still love the idea of walking in on him in some shit bc i do have a hero complex and get super turned on by the idea of sweeping my fave out of danger and holding them safe in my arms. i wanna just kiss him on his cute face and massage his butt and watch him squirm with happy pleasure n stuff like that, i wanna see that grin and laugh so hard my face hurts at some stupid poop joke. its happened before. i wanna just friggin... i love this guy so much.