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"If I loved you less, I might be able to talk about it more."
"What is grief, if not love persevering?"
"You kept me like a secret but I kept you like an oath"
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Minghao + Ocean Vuong
The most beautiful part of your body
is where it's headed. & remember,
loneliness is still time spent
with the world.
Ocean Vuong - night sky with exit wounds
Hoshi/Anyone; "Beauty is terror"
Thinking about these two quotes together and the idea of on/off-stage personas:
"Beauty is terror. Whatever we call beautiful we tremble before it. And what could be more terrifying or beautiful, to the Greeks to to our own, than to lose control completely?" - Donna Tartt, the Secret Histories
"I am calm in everyday life but when I put on my in-ear device and step on stage, I can feel the tension and hear the cheers getting louder as the music gets louder. When the staff tells me it's time to step on stage, I feel something boil inside me. I feel it steaming inside and I think I have to give a burst of something, spill what is inside me." - Hoshi in Hit the Road Ep. 04
Any ship; "It's been so many years"
Hello, hello there, is this Martha?
This is old Tom Frost
And I am calling long distance
Don't worry 'bout the cost.
'Cause it's been forty years or more
Now Martha please recall
Meet me out for coffee
Where we'll talk about it all.
Tom Watts - Martha
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one for the money
Major Tags: succession brainworms, ambiguous relationships, power imbalance
Additional Tags: i thought i wanted joshua hong to be tom but maybe...he's greg?
Do Not Wants: None
Prompt:
[FILL] one for the money
Major Tags: succession AU, ambiguous relationships, power imbalance
Additional Tags: tom!josh, greg!jun, shiv!minghao, BWP(bickering without plot), nsfw language but in a comedic way because that’s how they talk in succession, implied slight nsfw but in a sick and twisted way because that’s how they are in succession
Permission to remix: Yes
word count: 937
all of the swear words in succession, none of the plot
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Joshua closes the door behind him. The party goes quiet outside. They’re in his room, because apparently Minghao and him don't share a bed anymore. Jun doesn’t know what to do with that information. Granted, he doesn’t know what to do with most of the information that stumbles onto his lap.
“Fuck me,” Joshua bursts out, bending over himself to catch his breath. “Okay, this is… Fuck! We’re gonna get fucked, Jun.”
“Oh God, what happened?”
Joshua raises his head in a strange moment of composure. “Don’t panic on me now, Jun, I don’t have the time to reassure you.”
Oh this has to be bad. Jun panics. “Josh, what happened?”
Joshua stands up, squares his shoulders like he usually does around Jun. His eyes still barely reach Jun’s nose. “What happened, my dearest sweetest Jun, is that-” he hits him in the chest with the palm of his hand. Jun doesn’t resist and - he never really does - and stumbles backwards. “-your little attempt at scheming,” Joshua goes on, “got us thrown out of the room.”
“What room?”
“The room where everything happens! Christ, Jun, can you fucking keep up for a second? I’m talking about the room where they get their dicks sucked and suck each other’s dicks! Did you forget about the fucking room, Jun? Do you not want to get your dick sucked?”
“Wh-what- no- yes- I don’t know?”
Joshua hits the side of Jun’s neck in a scolding manner - but Joshua’s fingers brush against Jun’s pulse point and they rest there, and even for a second, they burn like cigarette buds into Jun’s flesh.
“Yes, Jun, you want to get your dick sucked. You want to be in the room! And now they’ve shut the fucking door in our faces. They're turning us into cucks!”
Joshua lets go of him and turns around. His hand cards through his hair, pushing back his bangs. Jun stares at the way his biceps flex. It’s easier to stare when Joshua isn’t looking back.
“But we didn’t do anything with the blackmail,” Jun tries. “We haven’t even blackmailed them yet!”
Joshua turns and in a second, he’s in Jun’s space again, a single finger pressed to the middle of his chest, like he’s trying to give CPR to a baby. In some ways, it works. Jun can hear the beating of his heart all the way to his ears, his staggered breath inhaling too much of Joshua’s cologne and clouding his thoughts.
“You talked to someone else about the plan,” Joshua says. His eyes are darker than usual, absorbing all the light. “You talked and you tried to fuck me over before they could fuck you.”
Jun shakes his head. “No, no. I would never do that, Josh, come on…”
Joshua chuckles. “Oh of course you would. You two-faced piece of shit. You think you’re so much better than everyone else because you donate to fucking, I don’t know, WWF once a year-”
“I sued Greenpeace,” Jun mumbles. Joshua ignores him.
“But you’re not better than all the other assholes out there. Just because your hole is all lubed up doesn’t make you a better fuck!”
“What are you even saying-”
“I’m saying that we’re done.”
Jun chuckles nervously. “No, we’re not.”
Joshua rolls his eyes and takes a step back. “Yes, we are.”
“No!”
“Yes! I can’t fucking trust you, Jun. And that was fine at first, added a little spice into my life, but I need a real partner here. Not some fuckbuddy who goes as he pleases. Like I need us to get married before the eyes of God so I can trust you again.”
Jun’s bottom lip quiver. He jumps on his feet, as if that’s going to help with his blood flow, clogging up in all the wrong places. “Okay. Yeah, yeah, okay let’s do it.”
Joshua’s eyes light up, his mouth turns into a smirk. “Yeah?” he asks, voice suddenly so sweet. Jun’s knees threaten to give up on him. “Let’s get fucking married? Yeah?”
He gulps. “Yeah, fuck it! Let’s do that! Before the eyes of God and the church and everything!”
“What the fuck, Jun!” Joshua cries out, and his face breaks into a smile that Jun can’t stop himself from mirroring.
Jun laughs with his entire chest - but his eyes don’t leave Joshua, weary for what he might say next. “And it’s like, wedding season right?”
Joshua’s head throws back as he laughs. “Fucking wedding season. God, Jun you’re so fucking funny.” His voice is still sweet, but it’s quickly losing all the gentleness it had before. Jun feels the moment slip between his fingers again.
“If I said kiss me, would you do it?” Joshua asks.
“Would I what?”
“Kiss me.”
“Would I kiss you?”
“We can’t get married if you don’t kiss me at the altar, Jun.”
His breath hitches. “Yes,” he whispers. “I would.”
Joshua laughs at his face. All of Jun’s well rehearsed words get stuck in his throat. Joshua turns to the door, it feels like he’s slapping it on Jun’s face when he opens it. He giggles to himself, Jun barely hears him mumble “It’ll be a fucking fall wedding!”
He stands there, hands tingling under the nerves, not sure what to do with himself.
Joshua didn’t exactly say no to the wedding. Or the kiss.
Jun goes back to the party and Joshua doesn’t spare him a single glance. Minghao hangs from his shoulder as if this isn’t the most they’ve seen of each other in months.
Joshua didn’t say no, but he didn’t mean it either.
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