Sep 22, 2020
old sketch from Prince AU rp
still as adorable. i love SweetFries.
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old sketch from Prince AU rp
still as adorable. i love SweetFries.
Sweet On You [Chapter Three]
Giggling and bouncing a little on his feet like a puppy, Patton grins, holding a small tin close. It was so adorable how Virgil had sent him the address to the restaurant the day before, asking that Patton didn’t look up what it was, just to surprise him.
Standing now in front of a small, picturesque diner, out of the way from most of the traffic and busy shops, Patton can't help but coo. "It's so cute!"
Thinking of something, he slips his phone out after a small juggle of objects, sending a text.
Patton:
Hey, baby! How should I find you? Are you here yet?
Anxiety:
I’m inside. I’m at the booth in the corner.
Humming softly, he tucks his phone away, opening the door and making his way to the indicated booth. "Hiya, darling! Oh! Um… Anxiety?"
Pausing in his motion to offer a hand and tug his date into a hug, his eyes flick over the features of the young Hearst scion before the smile returns even if a bit more nervous. "I'm Patton… You're expecting me, right?"
Anxiety grabs his hand and pulls him into a tight hug. He- She? He? -doesn’t seem to realize Patton recognizes him. “Hi. I’m Virgil.”
Humming, he returns the tight embrace. "Hello, Virgil! He/him pronouns, yes, kiddo?"
He nods, blushing a little. He slides into the booth. “Yeah. Should I have mentioned, um, that I’m trans before we met up?”
"It did throw me off a little? Only because I wanted to make sure I wasn't approaching a random person and making them uncomfortable, though!" Giggling, he sits and slides over the tin. "For you, baby!"
Virgil perks up, opening the tin.
Leaning over and pointing things out, Patton giggles happily. "Chocolate chip cookies, chocolate marshmallow swirl fudge, some salted caramels and brownies with walnuts and chocolate chunks! All homemade fresh just for you!"
Virgil smiles, clasping his hands together. “Thanks, Patton! This looks great.” He looks up at him shyly.
Blushing a little with pride, Patton hums. "Thanks, kiddo! I'm training as a pastry chef at La Princessa, so I hope they came out good enough…"
“We can try them after we eat? They look great.” Virgil shuts it back up, and then reaches over, taking Patton’s hand.
Nodding, Patton grins, squeezing Virgil's hand and lifting it to press a gentle kiss his knuckles. "Of course! Got a plan on what you'd like to eat?"
“How about you order for me?” Virgil smiles cheekily.
Here Comes the Sun 4/7 (Branjie) -- athena2
Day 4, Sunshine: Brooke and Vanessa have their picnic together. Thank you all for the love you’re giving this fic, and thank you Writ for betaing!
The Christmas Prince (A Whoever You Want to Read With One-Shot)
You two had made a deal.
Shook hands and all, very solemn looks on your faces, promising one another a very simple thing.
No gift exchanging on Christmas day.
anything (for your heart)
07:03 woohyunie: hey 07:03 woohyunie: i left my wallet at home do u guys have cash 07:05 howonie: yeah 07:06: woohyunie: can i borrow some 07:06 howonie: no 07:07 sungyeolie: if i say yes will u tell your crush from hell not to be on my ass for getting a c 07:08 woohyunie: sure 07:10 howonie: he’s lying 07:11 sungyeolie: i kno but he’s also my last dying hope not to be murdered by the eyeless demon of 3a 07:14 woohyunie: :) i’ll be at the gate waiting for payment 07:14 sungyeolie: fuck off
every friday there’s a bake sale during all lunch periods. all of the school’s sports teams and other extracurricular clubs and organizations take turns picking slots throughout the year to raise money for themselves - uniforms, group trips, and donations for the clubs oriented to community service. woohyun’s lunch period just so happens to be the last lunch period of the day, and also the period before his calculus class.
today, the girl’s swim team is holding their bake sale, which explains why the makeshift counter at the front of the cafeteria is constantly surrounded by a crowd throughout the entire period and even between bells. woohyun has heard from upperclassmen that the two best bake sales of the year are always either of the swim teams or the school choir. the swim teams are the largest in the area, meaning the sheer quantity and variety of food being sold is already enough to gather long lines.
woohyun only manages to be at the front because the class he has before lunch always lets out a fair five minutes before the bell actually rings. he buys lemonade, a frosted doughnut, and a brownie, wraps and loads the two baked goods into napkins, and carts off the lemonade after handing over sungyeol’s money. he pockets the change because sungyeol still owed him from last week anyway, but woohyun is a good friend so he hadn’t hounded after him for the money.
it’s better like this usually anyway - it means sungyeol owes him money and a favor.
howon and sungyeol are already at their usual table, unpacking their lunches when woohyun sits down on howon’s remaining side and begins doing the same. “for us? you shouldn’t have,” howon says, reaching out for the brownie before woohyun slaps his hand with his water bottle.
“he doesn’t feed his friends, howon,” sungyeol says through a mouthful of bread and ham, “only math nerd beta cougars.”
“wrong,” woohyun takes the brownie that howon had eyed and bites half straight off. “i also feed myself.” he smiles with his cheeks full of chocolate at howon’s disgusted look and dodges the piece of napkin sungyeol throws at his face. the brownie really is good, moist and not too sweet, and woohyun sets it aside while he takes out one of the extra plastic bags he always has in his lunchbox to put in the wrapped doughnut.
“you know,” sungyeol says, “the only reason i’m helping you get his ass is that maybe if he’s getting laid, he’ll be too busy to torture me.”
“you mean he’ll be too busy to kill you for hitting on his brother,” howon snorts, taking a long swig out of woohyun’s lemonade. “his little brother. in middle school.”
sungyeol waves a cracker in howon’s face. “yeah, but he’s seven months younger than us. i asked him when his birthday is when sunggyu-hyung was in the bathroom. meanwhile,” he squints at woohyun, “the eyeless demon of 3-a is two years older than you.”
woohyun leisurely finishes chewing his fourth to last spoonful of fried rice. “if someone hears you saying that out loud and it gets back to him,” he says smoothly, “i can’t prevent your death.”
“there are a total of like four third years in this entire lunch,” sungyeol says dismissively, “and they all always sit outside. you’re missing the point.”
“age is but a number,” woohyun says in a mock dreamy voice that has howon looking so revolted that he makes a grab for woohyun’s brownie before woohyun can react or care. he has change after all - enough to buy him two more brownies on his way out of the cafeteria. “the only numbers sunggyu-hyung cares about anyway are the ninety-nine i got on tuesday’s test and the seventy-four you got on yesterday’s quiz.”
“how the fuck - “ sungyeol starts, before cutting off abruptly and looking slowly to howon, face still stuffed with brownie.
howon swallows the contents of his mouth, and says with a grin that’s both shitty as fuck but also mildly guilty, “no one is judging. we are a judgment-free friend group, and - “
“don’t bother,” sungyeol says with narrowed eyes and a low voice, “coming to my house to get your sneakers today. they are now prisoners of war.”
“i need those to dance - what the fuck, sungyeol,” howon whines as the teachers in charge of supervising the cafeteria begin calling out for the five minute mark before the bell rings. he scowls over at woohyun, as if it’s woohyun’s fault that howon had gleefully come to him yesterday after class, bragging about how he had gotten the highest grade on the algebra quiz and sungyeol had fallen back down to the mid-tier scraps after his extreme but quick rise to the low nineties range with sunggyu’s tutoring.
“i let you have the rest of the brownie,” woohyun shrugs as howon continues to glare at him while he packs up his lunchbox and backpack. “have fun in math, losers,” he thumps the backs of both their heads, before jogging off to the cafeteria’s exit before they can scramble back and reach for him.
he always gets the books that he needs for calculus before lunch so that he can go straight to class once the bell rings and be as early as possible because sunggyu is always incredibly early. woohyun knows, through dongwoo and also through detailed observation that someone of his intelligence only is capable of, that sunggyu’s class before math is history and the hallway for that is directly opposite.
sure enough, when woohyun arrives, the teacher isn’t even in yet, and the only desk occupied is the leftmost one in the second row - right beside woohyun’s.
sunggyu already has his notebook, homework, calculator, and pencil out, leaned back in his seat, thumb padding over his phone as he drinks water from a bottle with his other hand. he looks up once when he hears woohyun step into the classroom, and then back down to his phone as woohyun makes his way to his seat.
he’s about to dig the doughnut out of his lunchbox when he feels his phone vibrate in his pocket, and pulls it out.
13:51 sungyeolie: don’t forget our deal or i’ll kill u
woohyun rolls his eyes and stuffs his phone back into his pants, pulling the doughnut out the rest of the way and taking a deep breath before he turns around and says, brightly, “sunbaenim.”
sunggyu’s head turns at the same rate of a snail making its way uphill. woohyun has seen the whites of the older boy’s eyes a total of two times in the entire two months they’ve been in the same math class, but dongwoo assures woohyun that means that sunggyu likes him. woohyun thinks that dongwoo probably only thinks that sunggyu’s eyes disappear when he laughs and not also when he glares.
“you got a ninety-nine on tuesday’s test,” sunggyu says testily, pencil tapping at the edge of his notebook, “i know.”
woohyun blinks. “uh - yeah, i did - but - uh, here.” he places the napkin with the doughnut on sunggyu’s desk.
when a full thirty seconds pass in complete silence with sunggyu staring at the doughnut, then at woohyun, and then back at the doughnut, woohyun says, “it’s a doughnut. and i didn’t poison it.”
sunggyu squints at woohyun one last time before breaking off a section of the doughnut and stuffing it into his mouth. his expression evens out from suspicious to appraising as he finishes half of it in less than ten seconds. woohyun takes advantage of sunggyu being preoccupied with the seemingly surprisingly good doughnut and asks then, “d’you want to do that big problem set for monday together this weekend? i already have half of it done but then i got stuck.”
the third year polishes off the remainder of the doughnut and then wipes his fingers neatly on the napkin. he takes a drink from his bottle of water and regards woohyun thoughtfully as he screws the cap back on. “you have eighteen?” sunggyu says in a low voice, and woohyun has to bite the insides of his cheeks to stop from laughing at how conspicuous sunggyu is making himself sound just asking for the answers to math homework.
“yeah,” woohyun says.
sunggyu’s eyes dart to the door as the teacher comes in with a few students also filing in behind her. “fine,” he says finally, and turns back quickly to face the front.
woohyun’s jaw actually aches with the effort of holding back the grin that is begging to pull the corners of his lips as far as they can go. he takes out his phone and offers it hesitantly towards sunggyu. “i don’t have your number, sunbaenim. i can text you my address after class, unless you want to do it at yours.”
sunggyu takes woohyun’s phone and gives his own to woohyun. his wallpaper is the album cover of what woohyun supposes to be some band. “we can do it at yours,” sunggyu says, “my parents don’t want anyone over when they aren’t home and you can’t drive yet.”
“the subway exists,” woohyun says cheerfully, and sunggyu looks up, something between irritation and almost amusement in his eyes.
sunggyu hands back woohyun’s phone and grabs his out of woohyun’s hand. “you’d better have eighteen right,” he mutters in what is probably supposed to be a threatening voice, but for some reason, it just makes woohyun’s stomach fill with the same fluttering feeling he felt when sunggyu glowered at him from across the chalkboard the first time they ever spoke to each other - the day woohyun had told him he derived incorrectly during the first week of school.
woohyun pockets his phone and spends the rest of the class - the rest of the day - floating.
he’s so ecstatic that he almost forgets, and the bell rings right when he remembers. he barely manages to stand when sunggyu does, tapping him on the arm as the older boy begins packing up. sunggyu turns, blinking in anticipation. “sungyeol got a seventy-four on the quiz,” woohyun says, nodding sadly, watching as sunggyu comprehends this information and the expression on his face goes from blank to, what woohyun can only describe as, the gaze of a predator.
“i’ll see you on saturday, sunbaenim,” woohyun calls out lightly as sunggyu storms out of the classroom, visibly beelining towards the hallway with the first years’ lockers.
20:17 sungyeolie: ur dead to me nam 20:19 howonie: i told u he was lying 20:25 woohyunie: it was a deal not a promise :))) 20:27 sungyeolie: wtf they r the SAME THING 20:28 woohyunie: a deal means a contract and i didn’t sign anything so 20:31 sungyeolie: see if i ever help u again ur literally dead to me idc if the mafia is on ur ass and loan sharks r shooting at u ur dead to me and my wallet forever 20:32 howonie: i told u i was the better friend. im ur favorite now right. 20:33 sungyeolie: asshole u were the one who told him i got a 74 in the fucking first place 20:34 howonie: :( 20:35 woohyunie: this is fun boys but sunggyu-hyung is texting me for details about our study date srry bye 20:35 sungyeolie: …….. 20:37 howonie: don’t forget us when u become a man 20:38 woohyunie: ;)