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collegestories2018-02-13 03:27 pm
eusford) wrote in collegestories2018-02-13 03:27 pm
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— MY LOVE IS TRUE
a valentine's day open post!
pick whoever you want from here.
it's valentine's so throw images at me, write up a prompt, or yell at me to throw you a starter!
if it gets nsfw i'm going to kick my own ass.
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why do you do these things
Four isn't familiar with being overly affectionate. She's used to watching Two throw herself all over Cent and turning away immediately, words going in one ear and out the other, whenever they decided to play out a moment torn straight out of a romance novel. It had always been so disgusting seeing Two act that way.
She's better than that, more eloquent, and she wishes to display herself as a prim and proper lady in the face of others.
But recently there's been a flutter in her empty chest. A warmth that spreads across her cheeks when she thinks to herself of the possibility of threading her fingers with someone else... and of course it's with a fucking furry. ]
Mejojo? [ She's hesitating. Hands placed behind her back as she expertly hides the box of chocolates she had spent the morning baking with the maids. She made them promise to keep the act (and the fact that she had managed to hurt herself numerous times) a secret, if only because she wants to give off the impression that she did this all on her own as she already desires praise.
With bright green eyes she blinks, lips curled into a smile. ] Happy Valentine's Day. [ FUCK HER VOICE CRACKED!!!! PLEASE!!!! SHE'S TRYING TO BE A REFINED YOUNG LADY AND ADD ANOTHER KITTY BOY TO HER COLLECTION!! ] I wanted to show my appreciation towards all the kindness you have shown me, so...
[ She reveals the chocolates from behind her back, beaming brightly. ]
I made these just for you!
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have you sent the tag
What should come to a surprise is when he calls home to tell his distant father, "Ah, yes, I'm currently seeing someone. No need to arrange anything for me this year." To which he hangs up immediately after when the response is nothing more than silence. He's gotta better things to do, after all.
Chocolates, red roses... a fucking six foot teddy bear. Just everything you'd expect from someone who has never celebrated Valentine's day with someone special before and wants to take that extra mile that was never offered in the first place.
Anyway he's kicking the door with his foot. Loudly. ]
Kyun~ My hands are full, hurry and open the door.
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................... completely forgets it's gonna be valentine's day.
so when he hears mananan, he just kind of assumes the other bought groceries, or something, crawling towards the door in some old t-shirt and size-too-big sweatpants. he's so fuckin' ready. ]
What the fuck? [ is the first thing he says, when he opens the door -- blinking away the initial surprise before making an expression straight from the math gif. ] Today's not my birthday.
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Hahaha. [ He laughs casually, somehow he expected that sort of response. ] If today was your birthday I would have brought an outfit for you. [ Trust him he's already planning what to do for that date... because he's gotta. ] But it is Valentine's day, so it's basically the same thing.
[ But give him some room because he's going to step inside, the hand holding a bouquet of roses immediately extending towards Kyun. They look genuine—real—but they're fake. No romantic metaphor behind them besides the fact that flowers didn't exist unless he decided to look around the border between the two worlds. ]
Can you take this from me?
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... oh. [ his expression goes from confused to embarrassed, fast. now that he's aware of it, he realizes that mananan went to a lot of trouble, whereas he did... absolutely nothing. which is almost painfully to be expected, but still. ] ... shit, sorry.
[ he glances down at the roses, hesitating for a moment; also kind of distracted by... the giant fucking teddy bear, who also happens to be TALLER THAN HIM.
he takes them after a moment, though, lips pursing in a frustrated line. ]
I totally forgot -- sorry. [ what color are they, so he can jump to assumptions??????? ] Fuck, uh -- come in, and put that... anywhere. [ it's gonna take like half of his shitty small apartment so ]
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[ They're red, by the way. You already know Mananan goes from zero to a hundred real quick.
But he picks a corner that they never use to place the bear down. It's nearly his height and yet, somehow, it takes a lot more space than he ever could. Ah, he's already imagining tiny Kyun cuddling up next to it... being cute...
He wants to kiss him. ]
It's fine if you forgot, I just wanted to do this for you. [ Besides, what Mananan wants aren't flowers or chocolate. While Kyun is possibly moping he decides to approach him, wrapping his arms firmly around his waist. Immediately that void he's felt all day going without some kind of physical touch diminishes completely, his chest beginning to warm up. ] You're the first person I've ever liked, so I wanted to do a good job... do you like it?
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At least scold me properly, idiot. [ he glances over at the teddy bear, taking up the entire corner, and thinks it's definitely big enough to sleep on, for nights when mananan can't be in bed with him.
..................... ew, nasty. when did he get so gay??
such profound pondering gets promptly disturbed by the other's arms wrapping around his waist, gaze wandering up to meet his. like this, everything's suddenly more than fine -- and he reluctantly, hesitantly, wraps his arms around the taller boy's neck, pulling him down a little. ]
It's like, really fuckin' cheesy. What romantic comedy did you watch to get the ideas? 50 first dates? Friends with benefits? [ how does he know said titles? well, the answer is: shut the fuck up. ] It's... cute, though. I like it.
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[ To be scolded... I absolutely hate it—Mananan doesn't, but he's ultimately content with the physical affection and vocal confirmation he receives. The corners of his mouth lifting into a small smile as the subtle weight of slender arms fall against his shoulders. ]
Never heard of them. [ He never cared about being romantic until recently. ] But let's watch them together. I want to watch all the movies you like most one day. [ Because he's curious. What about them does Kyun like? Does he wanna recreate that rain scene from The Notebook?? How much of the actual movie will they watch before Mananan inevitably whips his dick out??? ] You like it...
I'm glad.
[ His voice is warm, leaning down to press gentle kisses to Kyun's lips. ]
Admittedly I had to ask for some advice at work. I told them the person I like is really cute but aggressive~ would he even want anything like this? [ And of course Ginger said something along the lines of "he'd probably like to punch you straight in the jaw"... but he was quick to retort. ] But obviously you're a sucker for things like this, it's really cute.
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[ shut up. at least he wouldn't feel as guilty, if mananan did scold him -- either that, or he'd get a boner. who knows anymore. ]
Oh... -- well, it's not as if I like them, or something. [ STOOOOP he absolutely... hates romcoms... clenches fist weakly... anyway, the faster mananan whips his dick out the less suffering-from-cheese kyun will have to endure, so in that one situation, it's actually perfectly welcome.
he does feel a bit warm at the thought of watching movies together; just... any movies, really, because kyun's gonna spend the entire time focused on mananan, anyway. it's hard to pay attention to anything else, when the other's close.
like right now, with him pressing small kisses to kyun's lips; body burning up as he feels something inside of him melting. ]
Huh? That doesn't sound like me at all. [ he's not cute? aggressive, maybe, but he's totally handsome, and he's told mananan to call him that before!! as much as he'd love to punch him in the jaw, or get punched in the jaw, for that matter -- he refrains, though, still holding onto his neck -- almost hanging off of it, really, the way he's pulling him down.
the urge to kick the angel in the ankle rises within him pretty quickly, though. ]
Shut up! The only reason I'm not throwing it away is 'cuz I'd feel bad for you! [ HE'S NOT A SUCKER FOR THESE THINGS GO AWAY ] You'd probably cry, or something. It'd be really annoying and fuckin' pathetic. Plus, since I didn't get you anything... I guess I owe you. Kinda.
[ ugh what does mananan want... dinner, bath, or making out with the big ass teddy bear staring directly at them, with fbi agent cameras in his eyes?? ]
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In fact it just begins to overflow and encourage him to take the next step. Especially when Kyun kisses back, embracing his touch and the fact that the other seems to pull him closer; wanting him there, latching onto him. His heart swells with that familiar sensation of when he noticed how strikingly beautiful Kyun was in every angle; he doesn't even realize that one of his hands has moved up to caress his cheek until he subconsciously strokes his fingers along the shell of the other's ears. ]
I'd get really angry if you did that, yeah, but that's obvious.
[ And that's not what's important. Kyun gets the idea the he owes Mananan in some kind of way and while he doesn't agree, he does want to do... that.... right in front of the FBI agent watching them. ]
You don't owe me anything. I've already told you before, remember? You're everything that I could want... [ But is that enough? Of course not, and Mananan realizes he would be lying to the both of them if he said that. Instead he decides to be as blunt and dry as he usually is with his honesty: ] I'd like to hear you say that you like me, though.
[ and that's it that's all he's content kyun is perfect he could never want anything else ]
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[ hE'S SMALL BUT GOT A BIG MOUTH ]
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of course mananan would be an exhibitionist, though. ]
Yeah, see. [ he nods sagely, completely ignoring the fact that even if he wanted to throw the bear away, he probably wouldn't be able to carry it out all by himself. it's fucking huge, ok.
and the bouquet of roses seems handy to slap mananan with, if he says something stupid. he's still holding onto it, despite definitely having better things to do with his hands. ]
And I already told you that's bullshit. [ he doesn't mean it in a self-depreciating way; at least not this time. it's just pretty obvious there are things mananan could request -- wants to request -- and today, kyun's willing to listen to all of them.
... most of them.
what he doesn't expect is a request like that -- but in the other hand, it probably makes sense. while for kyun, it's pretty obvious how fond he is of mananan just through actions alone, hearing it come out of his mouth would probably calm any doubts -- he needs constant reminders, too, so it's not... anything he can't fulfill. even if it's embarrassing.
... ]
Mananan -- [ his grip on the other's neck tightens, as he drags him down just enough to press their foreheads together. being honest about feelings is still a bit hard; he feels vulnerable and scared and fragile -- but happy and warm and fulfilled all at once. ] -- I like you so much I could die, really. Like my heart will jump out of my chest every time I see your face.
[ a pause... ]
... and yeah, I'll blow you tonight. As many times as you want. [ smh. ]
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Funnily enough, even if it's something he wants, Mananan does tense slightly underneath the other's touch. Slender fingers finding the small dip in the back of his neck, deliberately allowing himself to physically cave in and be pulled closer. There's something charming that he can't properly describe when their foreheads touch, but the moment he looks to Kyun's eyes everything seems to make sense; it's tender, he loves him, and he can't help the smile that spreads across his face when he hears those words.
There's a second of relief. A second of selfishness. And after everything sinks in he's just...
tossing the fucking chocolate somewhere else. ]
Am I just that handsome? [ —He can't even play around for that long. Not when his hands can fully appreciate the small dip and curve of Kyun's waist as he puts his hands on him, fingers curling to hold onto him as if it were this very moment that was keeping Mananan's existence intact. ] Don't worry, I'll become the very air you breathe so you don't go dying.
[ THIS IS SO CHEESY AND GROSS UGH.
He breaks the remaining distance between their faces with a mischievous glint to his eyes. Lips pressing hard with a heated desire, having lost the last bit of his patience as he hoists Kyun up. Encouraging the smaller to wrap his legs around his waist. The blood in his body begins feeling hot and feverish and he needs to feel it everywhere. Tongue peeking between teeth to swipe his bottom lip, motioning him to open his mouth so that he can deepen the kiss. ]
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At least they fall ever so eloquently on the couch with a big ol' POMF. ]
Pff — Hahahahaha! [ And of course Mananan laughs, despite the possibility that he's gonna have a bruised lip later. He's a failure but at least he doesn't have his dad somewhere backing that fact up. ] Are you okay? Sorry.
[ mananan apologizing just gave me an ulcer ]
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i hope the fbi agent watching me type this tag murders me in my sleep
i mean............. honestly same
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HAHI?!
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stop crying
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nvm you know i had to do it to em
jacopo, being jacopo, is hard at work because dates are for shmucks. despite this, he invites crowley into his office nonetheless. it's as needlessly ornate as you'd expect it to be. ]
Don't look at me like that. [ his brows knit together. ] You'll be out of here in a second.
[ it's fine though, because his expression shifts back to his usual disinterested smirk, and suddenly a small, intricate little black box manifests from his drawer and onto the table. ]
Consider it your holiday bonus.
[ he opens the box — it happens to display this this baby, who is entirely real, unfortunately. like it's the pinnacle of humor, he continues: ]
Do not think of yourself more highly than you ought, but rather think of yourself with sober judgment. [ Romans 12:3, of course. ] I'm good to my employees, after all.
this thread is what i see in the corner of my room during sleep paralysis
If anything he's glad. For one reason or another Chess and Horn attempted to make chocolates despite none of them being able to properly consume them, so when Jacopo calls he takes it as an opportunity to (somewhat) appreciate the girls efforts by force feeding them to him.
Even if he personally wants to knock every tooth out of the man's mouth right now.
He looks at the box with this fucking $400 rosary. Then at Jacopo. And then back at the rosary. ]
I open up about my traumatic backstory and this is what you do. Really?
STOP I WARNED YOU
[ his smile has yet to falter. get in line, crowley! a lot of people want the right to punching out those pearly whites.
something flickers in his eyes though — it's hasty, a blur, and he snaps the box closed, now experiencing a mixture of...
contentment and regret? what is this. ]
I like it when you get angry. [ he lets his head rest against his palm. ] It's the most honest part of you, after all. Gathering intel on you is an absolute pain in the ass, Mister Eusford.
[ a pause. ]
But I digress. If you want to get even, the privilege is yours.
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Thanks. No hard feelings.
[ He draws his arm back, thrusting the very tip of his sword forward and --
he lets it drive into the wall behind him. Just beside Jacopo's head. With furrowed brows he lightly grumbles out a curse before pulling the blade back. ]
Anyway, I'm more mad that you've planned this out to be an ass and I'm the one being nice for once.
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until crowley goes and does that, causing him to look back between the wall, crowley's face, and then the wall again.
he purses his lips into a flat line, features distorting into a scowl as his eyes narrow. ]
6,000 dollars on that wallpaper, you—...!
[ he bites his lip — he had it coming, he supposes!! ]
...You'd trust me with your secrets? Huh. [ he reaches to fiddle with his pen. eyes flitting towards the ceiling. ] Color me surprised.
[ give it a moment before jacopo tents his hands, a sigh escaping his lips. ]
I'll make it up to you. [ because i don't actually know how to apologize, he means to say. ] A trip tonight — you and me, somewhere nice. And before you go and spout out some nonsense, it's not a date. Just a trip. [ just bros being bros on valentine's day.... ] Give me a yes or no answer, and make it quick.
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It's not like telling you will get me killed. Anyone who wants information on a "dead" ex-crusader is the real weirdo. [ Implying that Jacopo is indeed That Weirdo. ] Though I guess I don't blame you, my story is a good way to pass the time.
[ However, he's soon enough smiling as if he didn't just put a hole in the wall. ]
Yeah, sure, a date with you sounds nice~. [ Executed in the patronizing tone of his, Crowley then extends his arm and drops the boxes of chocolates onto Jacopo's desk. ] And here's my gift to you, since you'll never bother asking—though, really, those are technically gifts from my aides...
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Eh? For a second, I almost fell for that little "dim witted clown" facade of yours. It's simply in my job description to stick my nose into everything you do, and have done by extension, Mister Eusford.
[ another drag of his cigarette, before he loudly grunts at the word "date". he frowns at the sight of the chocolates on his desk, before glancing back at crowley tih a brow raised. ]
I'm not fond of sweets, but I'll accept them since [ trailing off... ]...well, now that you've said yes, you can't take it back... [ said much like a dumb 12 year old boy! ] so I can admit that this is a gala. And I was told to bring someone with me. For whatever harebrained reason. We're not going to think about it. [ he chucks a pen at crowley. ] Don't think about it.
[ anyways! jacopo tents his hands before sighing in a fit of silent frustration. ]
I wouldn't indulge something as vapid as this under normal circumstances, but there's something to be exploited here. [ fingers run through his hair. ] People, rather. The auto industry, more specifically, but anyhow—
We'll be flying to Madrid in a few hours, so I suggest that you go on and make yourself look a little more presentable. Start with the rattail, for one.
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Probably so you look a little less lonely, don't you normally go to these kind of things alone? Maybe they've got a bet going on to see if you have any friends. [ Which would be kind of fucked up and he'd honestly fight them but? ] I doubt it, though.
[ Anyway. ]
What do you expect me to do with it? [ He even pulls it onto his shoulder, eyeing both the braid and then Jacopo. ] I'm not gonna just cut it off. Want me to go pretty it up with flowers and a bow?