(Baeksoo) doesn't remind me of anything
Title: doesn't remind me of anything
Rating: pg-13 (maybe pg-15 if you squint)
Word count: 2296
Summary: in the scheme of things, baekhyun really only cares about his boyfriend and a working air conditioner.
it's hot, baekhyun thinks miserably. too hot.
he's laying on the couch, limbs spread out in all directions. one arm drapes over the edge of the furniture, the other propped up on a pillow, and his feet hang off the armrest on the opposite side. he feels a bit like a human starfish like this, drying up in this fricking apartment with the broken air conditioner and all the windows open because the fricking maintenance still won't come to fix it. and, really, he's way too hot to think this much, and way too frustrated to do anything other than lay there and inwardly complain about the unbearable heat.
he wonders at people who have air conditioning, or at least the money to fix it. he marvels at people who have the motivation to do things, productive things, things that don't include laying on a couch in booty-shorts and a sweaty wife beater while their boyfriends do the grocery shopping. he hopes kyungsoo at least remembers to get gatorade or vitamin water or something hydrating to drink because baekhyun hates water, it's too plain and he could drink 10 gallons of it and still be thirsty, only side effects being a constantly full bladder and incessant bathroom trips. he hates having to piss all day.
rolling over onto his stomach, baekhyun looks around the simple apartment, hears the hum of the refrigerator in the kitchen, the soft breeze outside as it blows in through the open windows, the dull voices of his discourteous arguing neighbors.
in all honesty, baekhyun thinks it’s boring. the apartment, its inhabitants - him included - the heat outside, the summer air, the world around him, everything is so boring. and everything will continue to be boring until his boyfriend gets home. baekhyun is really beginning to think that kyungsoo is the only unboring thing in the whole world. well, that and a working air conditioner, but he’s not sure that’ll ever happen.
sighing, baekhyun turns back onto his back and allows his head to loll over the edge of the couch, inducing a slight and uncomfortable kink in his neck as he gazes up at the ceiling. the ugly, plain, white, boring ceiling. shifting his head, he has a view of the ugly, plain, white, boring walls. if he were to lie on his stomach again, he’d see the ugly, plain, beige, boring carpet.
“boooring,” he whines, lips curving downward in a very pungent frown. after laying there for another few minutes, he finally peels himself off the old leather couch and goes into the kitchen, retrieving a few ice cubes from the noisy refrigerator and plopping them into his mouth to suck on them. at least this might help keep him cool.
he's just returning to the living room, eyeing the couch dolefully because does he really want to lay back down on the sticky old thing, when he hears a familiar humming outside and a key clicking in the lock of the door.
"honey, i'm home," kyungsoo calls as he steps inside. baekhyun does not go to greet him, though, stands sullenly by the couch, finishing off the ice cubes as kyungsoo cheerfully brings the bagged goods to the kitchen and sets them down on the counter.
"what are we, a bad 90's sitcom?" baekhyun asks, a hint of sarcasm in his voice, but kyungsoo just laughs and crosses the room to wrap his arms around baekhyun and plant light kisses on his lips.
"were you bored while i was gone?" kyungsoo asks teasingly, lips trailing along baekhyun's jaw. the elder male sighs contentedly, eyelids fluttering shut as he enjoys the sensation. he’s been waiting all day for this, heat or no heat.
"terribly, dreadfully, excruciatingly bored," he replies airily, hooking his thumbs on the belt loops of kyungsoo's shorts. "and hot. fricking hot." kyungsoo laughs a musical sound into his mouth, hands clasped at the small of his back, fingers dangling almost to the bottom of his shorts.
"these are too short," kyungsoo comments casually, tugging at the offending article of clothing, but his voice shows no sign of disapproval, and baekhyun's not going to complain because they're most likely going to come off at some point anyway. “we should get you some longer ones the next time i have a day off.” baekhyun rolls his eyes and locks their lips again to shut kyungsoo up.
“these are my favorite pair of shorts,” he mutters, breath hitching when kyungsoo fingers the waist band and slips his hands under a little to brush against the soft skin of baekhyun’s thighs. ugh, if he has to wait any longer-
but as if reading his boyfriend’s thoughts, kyungsoo pulls away with an amused chuckle and moves back into the kitchen to start putting the groceries away. baekhyun stares after him, arms still outstretched where they used to wrap around kyungsoo’s figure.
“excuse me?” baekhyun says, affronted. “you’re gonna touch me all intimate like that and then-”
“come on, baby, i haven’t eaten all day and i’m starving,” kyungsoo pouts cutely, knowing very well that baekhyun can never under any circumstances, even when he’s bored and over-heated and horny, resist him when he’s pouting. accordingly, baekhyun scowls and joins him in the kitchen, folding his arms across his chest as he watches kyungsoo fit drinks in the fridge.
“... pass me one of those,” he says after a moment, gesturing with his hand as kyungsoo is about to put the last gatorade on the bottom shelf. with a laugh, the younger male tosses the bottle to his partner, hurrying to stifle the sound when baekhyun misses and it lands on the floor to roll away a few inches. baekhyun glares at him before bending over to grab the bottle.
when he straightens, he finds kyungsoo’s eyes lingering on him, most likely from checking out his ass while he had retrieved the drink. baekhyun smirks, flaunting his hips a bit as he leans against the small kitchen table and slowly unscrews the cap. he enjoys the way kyungsoo noticeably gulps, watching him take a prolonged sip from the drink.
and this, these moments when it’s just the two of them, taking turns teasing each other and sharing open-mouthed kisses while kyungsoo tries to cook dinner - baekhyun refuses to cook and kyungsoo refuses to let him, on account of a burnt beyond any form of edibility breakfast the elder male once tried to cook - is exactly why baekhyun thinks kyungsoo is absolutely unboring. anyone else and he’s not sure he’d feel comfortable in these fricking shorts that ride up his fricking ass when he has to stand on his fricking tiptoes to kiss kyungsoo as he leans away, laughing at his failed attempt to avoid baekhyun’s eager lips.
“wait a minute,” kyungsoo says, out of breath from tussling with his boyfriend, “i got something while i was out at the store!” he darts around baekhyun, who purses his lips, watching as kyungsoo reaches into the back of the fridge and pulls out a small cupcake. there’s a design on it in light brown frosting, a puppy with upturned eyes, its mouth open mid-bark.
baekhyun scrutinizes it as kyungsoo sets it down on the counter next to him and continues to cook, glancing over at him with enthusiastic eyes. “it reminded me of you,” the younger male laughs when baekhyun says nothing. “isn’t it cute?”
“... so you’re saying i look like a sad puppy,” the elder male cocks an eyebrow, his expression unamused. kyungsoo holds back more laughter.
“maybe a little,” he shrugs, smiling widely. “more that you act like one.” baekhyun scowls again, exhaling indignantly. “but puppies are cute!” kyungsoo insists, even more laughter bubbling over his lips.
“yeah, whatever,” baekhyun sighs, lips remaining turned downward in a frown.
where kyungsoo is all optimism and giggles and cheerfulness, baekhyun is cynicism and sarcasm and complaints. but for that reason, and whatever other reasons there might be, baekhyun thinks they fit together just right. when baekhyun whines, kyungsoo takes it in stride. when kyungsoo smiles, he brightens baekhyun’s dark moods. it’s a consistent balance of “the world fricking sucks” and “i love everyone and everything,” and, really, it works perfectly like this, so perfectly that sometimes baekhyun’s pessimistic mind wonders fretfully if it’ll last, but kyungsoo takes pleasure in assuring his boyfriend that he’s not going anywhere.
without warning, baekhyun takes ahold of kyungsoo and swings him around to pin him against the counter. “baby, what are you-” the younger male starts to ask, his eyes widening in surprise, but baekhyun simply proceeds to kiss the daylights out of him.
when he’s finally released, kyungsoo’s gaze remains glazed over, his lips pink and swollen from the deep kiss. he breathes out slowly, smiling dreamily as he attends their food once more. baekhyun observes him, leaning against the counter, satisfied with his unsuspected yet pleasurable act.
kyungsoo finishes the food, but rather than move into the dining room to eat, they stand in the kitchen, laughing as they messily feed each other between more kisses. they pile the dirty dishes in the sink, unwrapping the cupcake kyungsoo had left on the counter.
“i guess it does kind of look like me,” baekhyun concedes, attempting to make a face like the puppy design on the dessert. kyungsoo snorts and covers his mouth with one hand to muffle a particularly high-pitched giggle that makes baekhyun immediately frown at him.
“sorry,” the younger male says, biting his bottom to keep from smiling too widely. “you looked so cute that i-”
“save it,” baekhyun sniffs, pouting.
kyungsoo’s smile grows as he dips a finger into the colorful frosting of the cupcake and brings it up to his lips, sucking the digit into his mouth to lick the frosting off before releasing it with a pop. baekhyun watches attentively, eyes trained on the way his boyfriend’s lips form a perfect o shape around the finger, the way kyungsoo smirks as he swipes another dollop frosting onto the digit and offers it to baekhyun. “it’s sweet,” he says.
baekhyun takes kyungsoo’s finger into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it as he tastes the candy sweetness of the frosting. he likes the way kyungsoo inhales sharply as his pink muscle tickles the digit, licking and sucking up every last bit of frosting before he’s allowed to retract his hand. baekhyun slides his tongue over his lips, pleased to see kyungsoo do the same.
“you’re right,” baekhyun murmurs huskily, pulling kyungsoo closer. “but you’re sweeter.”
“oh, stop it,” kyungsoo chuckles, breath fanning out against baekhyun lips. “what are we, a 90’s sitcom?” bakehyun scrunches up his face at the repetition of his earlier statement, but doesn’t protest as kyungsoo breaks off a piece of the cupcake and pops it into his mouth before kissing him.
they eat the whole cupcake this way; in pieces, and through exchanged saliva. baekhyun thinks it’s probably pretty unsanitary, but he can’t bring himself to care, too fond of the way kyungsoo’s sucks lazily on his tongue, their hands groping all too familiarly at each other’s bodies.
when the cupcake has been thoroughly demolished, they move to the living room with a “we’ll get the dishes later” and plop down on the couch. well, more or rather baekhyun falls onto the couch and pulls a yelping kyungsoo with him.
“i think we should get a new couch,” kyungsoo laughs breathily as he pins baekhyun down, leaning over him and resting their foreheads together.
“why? i like this one,” baekhyun pouts, which is kind of a lie, but they’ve had it for a while now and he likes that it seems so very them.
“what if we got another, prettier leather couch?” kyungsoo suggests, shifting to allow their lips to meet.
“yeah?” baekhyun raises an eyebrow, “with what money?” and kyungsoo laughs again, shakes his head a little, and kisses baekhyun more. “if we’re gonna pay for anything, we should fix the air conditioner.”
“don’t you like being hot?” kyungsoo jokes, fingers teasing along baekhyun’s exposed thighs. “i think you’re sexy when you’re sweaty and scantily clad.”
“you make me sound like a stripper,” baekhyun muses, nipping at kyungsoo’s bottom lip as the younger male lets out an amused chortle. “who knows, maybe i’d make it big and earn us enough money to move into a nicer apartment.” kyungsoo pulls back and makes a face now, clicking his tongue against the back of his teeth.
“no way. i’d never let you be seen by anyone else, guys or girls, in anything less than a turtleneck and jeans,” he says decidedly as baekhyun blows a raspberry. “hey, i want to keep this all to myself.” he shifts and lowers himself to press his lips to baekhyun’s thighs, smiling against the smooth skin as bakehyun writhes at the touch and lets out a needy moan.
“d-don’t tease,” baekhyun mutters, shutting his eyes as kyungsoo tugs the shorts down.
“i won’t,” kyungsoo chuckles.
and it’s moments like these that baekhyun really doesn’t mind the boring apartment, the boring world outside, or his neighbors who have conveniently stopped arguing by now. he doesn’t mind the broken air conditioner, the stupid fricking maintenance who won’t come fix it, or the lack of money to have it fixed themselves. in fact, he actually enjoys the sounds of the early evening, the feeling of kyungsoo’s lips around his cock, and the loud whimpers that escape his own lips.
it’s all so perfectly baekhyun and kyungsoo. everything uniquely fits them, their lifestyle, and doesn’t remind baekhyun of anything other than, well, them.
he hopes those noisy neighbors can hear his sounds of pleasure right now.
((i dont really know what this is ;;;; i like this pairing actually quite a bit so i decided i'd try my hand at writing them but this is like... borderline crack?/fluff?/nonsense? and i apologize because it probably makes no sense OTL sorry ;;;))
(((and i probably shouldn't have even been writing this because i have so many other fics that i need to work on that i've been putting off because i'm a severe procrastinator oops ;;)))
Rating: pg-13 (maybe pg-15 if you squint)
Word count: 2296
Summary: in the scheme of things, baekhyun really only cares about his boyfriend and a working air conditioner.
it's hot, baekhyun thinks miserably. too hot.
he's laying on the couch, limbs spread out in all directions. one arm drapes over the edge of the furniture, the other propped up on a pillow, and his feet hang off the armrest on the opposite side. he feels a bit like a human starfish like this, drying up in this fricking apartment with the broken air conditioner and all the windows open because the fricking maintenance still won't come to fix it. and, really, he's way too hot to think this much, and way too frustrated to do anything other than lay there and inwardly complain about the unbearable heat.
he wonders at people who have air conditioning, or at least the money to fix it. he marvels at people who have the motivation to do things, productive things, things that don't include laying on a couch in booty-shorts and a sweaty wife beater while their boyfriends do the grocery shopping. he hopes kyungsoo at least remembers to get gatorade or vitamin water or something hydrating to drink because baekhyun hates water, it's too plain and he could drink 10 gallons of it and still be thirsty, only side effects being a constantly full bladder and incessant bathroom trips. he hates having to piss all day.
rolling over onto his stomach, baekhyun looks around the simple apartment, hears the hum of the refrigerator in the kitchen, the soft breeze outside as it blows in through the open windows, the dull voices of his discourteous arguing neighbors.
in all honesty, baekhyun thinks it’s boring. the apartment, its inhabitants - him included - the heat outside, the summer air, the world around him, everything is so boring. and everything will continue to be boring until his boyfriend gets home. baekhyun is really beginning to think that kyungsoo is the only unboring thing in the whole world. well, that and a working air conditioner, but he’s not sure that’ll ever happen.
sighing, baekhyun turns back onto his back and allows his head to loll over the edge of the couch, inducing a slight and uncomfortable kink in his neck as he gazes up at the ceiling. the ugly, plain, white, boring ceiling. shifting his head, he has a view of the ugly, plain, white, boring walls. if he were to lie on his stomach again, he’d see the ugly, plain, beige, boring carpet.
“boooring,” he whines, lips curving downward in a very pungent frown. after laying there for another few minutes, he finally peels himself off the old leather couch and goes into the kitchen, retrieving a few ice cubes from the noisy refrigerator and plopping them into his mouth to suck on them. at least this might help keep him cool.
he's just returning to the living room, eyeing the couch dolefully because does he really want to lay back down on the sticky old thing, when he hears a familiar humming outside and a key clicking in the lock of the door.
"honey, i'm home," kyungsoo calls as he steps inside. baekhyun does not go to greet him, though, stands sullenly by the couch, finishing off the ice cubes as kyungsoo cheerfully brings the bagged goods to the kitchen and sets them down on the counter.
"what are we, a bad 90's sitcom?" baekhyun asks, a hint of sarcasm in his voice, but kyungsoo just laughs and crosses the room to wrap his arms around baekhyun and plant light kisses on his lips.
"were you bored while i was gone?" kyungsoo asks teasingly, lips trailing along baekhyun's jaw. the elder male sighs contentedly, eyelids fluttering shut as he enjoys the sensation. he’s been waiting all day for this, heat or no heat.
"terribly, dreadfully, excruciatingly bored," he replies airily, hooking his thumbs on the belt loops of kyungsoo's shorts. "and hot. fricking hot." kyungsoo laughs a musical sound into his mouth, hands clasped at the small of his back, fingers dangling almost to the bottom of his shorts.
"these are too short," kyungsoo comments casually, tugging at the offending article of clothing, but his voice shows no sign of disapproval, and baekhyun's not going to complain because they're most likely going to come off at some point anyway. “we should get you some longer ones the next time i have a day off.” baekhyun rolls his eyes and locks their lips again to shut kyungsoo up.
“these are my favorite pair of shorts,” he mutters, breath hitching when kyungsoo fingers the waist band and slips his hands under a little to brush against the soft skin of baekhyun’s thighs. ugh, if he has to wait any longer-
but as if reading his boyfriend’s thoughts, kyungsoo pulls away with an amused chuckle and moves back into the kitchen to start putting the groceries away. baekhyun stares after him, arms still outstretched where they used to wrap around kyungsoo’s figure.
“excuse me?” baekhyun says, affronted. “you’re gonna touch me all intimate like that and then-”
“come on, baby, i haven’t eaten all day and i’m starving,” kyungsoo pouts cutely, knowing very well that baekhyun can never under any circumstances, even when he’s bored and over-heated and horny, resist him when he’s pouting. accordingly, baekhyun scowls and joins him in the kitchen, folding his arms across his chest as he watches kyungsoo fit drinks in the fridge.
“... pass me one of those,” he says after a moment, gesturing with his hand as kyungsoo is about to put the last gatorade on the bottom shelf. with a laugh, the younger male tosses the bottle to his partner, hurrying to stifle the sound when baekhyun misses and it lands on the floor to roll away a few inches. baekhyun glares at him before bending over to grab the bottle.
when he straightens, he finds kyungsoo’s eyes lingering on him, most likely from checking out his ass while he had retrieved the drink. baekhyun smirks, flaunting his hips a bit as he leans against the small kitchen table and slowly unscrews the cap. he enjoys the way kyungsoo noticeably gulps, watching him take a prolonged sip from the drink.
and this, these moments when it’s just the two of them, taking turns teasing each other and sharing open-mouthed kisses while kyungsoo tries to cook dinner - baekhyun refuses to cook and kyungsoo refuses to let him, on account of a burnt beyond any form of edibility breakfast the elder male once tried to cook - is exactly why baekhyun thinks kyungsoo is absolutely unboring. anyone else and he’s not sure he’d feel comfortable in these fricking shorts that ride up his fricking ass when he has to stand on his fricking tiptoes to kiss kyungsoo as he leans away, laughing at his failed attempt to avoid baekhyun’s eager lips.
“wait a minute,” kyungsoo says, out of breath from tussling with his boyfriend, “i got something while i was out at the store!” he darts around baekhyun, who purses his lips, watching as kyungsoo reaches into the back of the fridge and pulls out a small cupcake. there’s a design on it in light brown frosting, a puppy with upturned eyes, its mouth open mid-bark.
baekhyun scrutinizes it as kyungsoo sets it down on the counter next to him and continues to cook, glancing over at him with enthusiastic eyes. “it reminded me of you,” the younger male laughs when baekhyun says nothing. “isn’t it cute?”
“... so you’re saying i look like a sad puppy,” the elder male cocks an eyebrow, his expression unamused. kyungsoo holds back more laughter.
“maybe a little,” he shrugs, smiling widely. “more that you act like one.” baekhyun scowls again, exhaling indignantly. “but puppies are cute!” kyungsoo insists, even more laughter bubbling over his lips.
“yeah, whatever,” baekhyun sighs, lips remaining turned downward in a frown.
where kyungsoo is all optimism and giggles and cheerfulness, baekhyun is cynicism and sarcasm and complaints. but for that reason, and whatever other reasons there might be, baekhyun thinks they fit together just right. when baekhyun whines, kyungsoo takes it in stride. when kyungsoo smiles, he brightens baekhyun’s dark moods. it’s a consistent balance of “the world fricking sucks” and “i love everyone and everything,” and, really, it works perfectly like this, so perfectly that sometimes baekhyun’s pessimistic mind wonders fretfully if it’ll last, but kyungsoo takes pleasure in assuring his boyfriend that he’s not going anywhere.
without warning, baekhyun takes ahold of kyungsoo and swings him around to pin him against the counter. “baby, what are you-” the younger male starts to ask, his eyes widening in surprise, but baekhyun simply proceeds to kiss the daylights out of him.
when he’s finally released, kyungsoo’s gaze remains glazed over, his lips pink and swollen from the deep kiss. he breathes out slowly, smiling dreamily as he attends their food once more. baekhyun observes him, leaning against the counter, satisfied with his unsuspected yet pleasurable act.
kyungsoo finishes the food, but rather than move into the dining room to eat, they stand in the kitchen, laughing as they messily feed each other between more kisses. they pile the dirty dishes in the sink, unwrapping the cupcake kyungsoo had left on the counter.
“i guess it does kind of look like me,” baekhyun concedes, attempting to make a face like the puppy design on the dessert. kyungsoo snorts and covers his mouth with one hand to muffle a particularly high-pitched giggle that makes baekhyun immediately frown at him.
“sorry,” the younger male says, biting his bottom to keep from smiling too widely. “you looked so cute that i-”
“save it,” baekhyun sniffs, pouting.
kyungsoo’s smile grows as he dips a finger into the colorful frosting of the cupcake and brings it up to his lips, sucking the digit into his mouth to lick the frosting off before releasing it with a pop. baekhyun watches attentively, eyes trained on the way his boyfriend’s lips form a perfect o shape around the finger, the way kyungsoo smirks as he swipes another dollop frosting onto the digit and offers it to baekhyun. “it’s sweet,” he says.
baekhyun takes kyungsoo’s finger into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it as he tastes the candy sweetness of the frosting. he likes the way kyungsoo inhales sharply as his pink muscle tickles the digit, licking and sucking up every last bit of frosting before he’s allowed to retract his hand. baekhyun slides his tongue over his lips, pleased to see kyungsoo do the same.
“you’re right,” baekhyun murmurs huskily, pulling kyungsoo closer. “but you’re sweeter.”
“oh, stop it,” kyungsoo chuckles, breath fanning out against baekhyun lips. “what are we, a 90’s sitcom?” bakehyun scrunches up his face at the repetition of his earlier statement, but doesn’t protest as kyungsoo breaks off a piece of the cupcake and pops it into his mouth before kissing him.
they eat the whole cupcake this way; in pieces, and through exchanged saliva. baekhyun thinks it’s probably pretty unsanitary, but he can’t bring himself to care, too fond of the way kyungsoo’s sucks lazily on his tongue, their hands groping all too familiarly at each other’s bodies.
when the cupcake has been thoroughly demolished, they move to the living room with a “we’ll get the dishes later” and plop down on the couch. well, more or rather baekhyun falls onto the couch and pulls a yelping kyungsoo with him.
“i think we should get a new couch,” kyungsoo laughs breathily as he pins baekhyun down, leaning over him and resting their foreheads together.
“why? i like this one,” baekhyun pouts, which is kind of a lie, but they’ve had it for a while now and he likes that it seems so very them.
“what if we got another, prettier leather couch?” kyungsoo suggests, shifting to allow their lips to meet.
“yeah?” baekhyun raises an eyebrow, “with what money?” and kyungsoo laughs again, shakes his head a little, and kisses baekhyun more. “if we’re gonna pay for anything, we should fix the air conditioner.”
“don’t you like being hot?” kyungsoo jokes, fingers teasing along baekhyun’s exposed thighs. “i think you’re sexy when you’re sweaty and scantily clad.”
“you make me sound like a stripper,” baekhyun muses, nipping at kyungsoo’s bottom lip as the younger male lets out an amused chortle. “who knows, maybe i’d make it big and earn us enough money to move into a nicer apartment.” kyungsoo pulls back and makes a face now, clicking his tongue against the back of his teeth.
“no way. i’d never let you be seen by anyone else, guys or girls, in anything less than a turtleneck and jeans,” he says decidedly as baekhyun blows a raspberry. “hey, i want to keep this all to myself.” he shifts and lowers himself to press his lips to baekhyun’s thighs, smiling against the smooth skin as bakehyun writhes at the touch and lets out a needy moan.
“d-don’t tease,” baekhyun mutters, shutting his eyes as kyungsoo tugs the shorts down.
“i won’t,” kyungsoo chuckles.
and it’s moments like these that baekhyun really doesn’t mind the boring apartment, the boring world outside, or his neighbors who have conveniently stopped arguing by now. he doesn’t mind the broken air conditioner, the stupid fricking maintenance who won’t come fix it, or the lack of money to have it fixed themselves. in fact, he actually enjoys the sounds of the early evening, the feeling of kyungsoo’s lips around his cock, and the loud whimpers that escape his own lips.
it’s all so perfectly baekhyun and kyungsoo. everything uniquely fits them, their lifestyle, and doesn’t remind baekhyun of anything other than, well, them.
he hopes those noisy neighbors can hear his sounds of pleasure right now.
((i dont really know what this is ;;;; i like this pairing actually quite a bit so i decided i'd try my hand at writing them but this is like... borderline crack?/fluff?/nonsense? and i apologize because it probably makes no sense OTL sorry ;;;))
(((and i probably shouldn't have even been writing this because i have so many other fics that i need to work on that i've been putting off because i'm a severe procrastinator oops ;;)))