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i think of this ProZD video constantly its always so fucking funny

[ say it again. ]

it starts like everything else does with hal; loud, fast, brash as hell. you're bickering. because that's what you do. you long decided that was his only love language.

it'a always something stupid. about coffee or his taste in music. usually the fact that he nearly got himself killed again. and he always laughs it off, arms crossed, head tilted like he's ready to throw the next quip until he stops. just stops. like something shattered.

because you said something that lands too close to the heart, because you looked at him too long, because for half a second the mask slips and he's just a man who's been burned more times than he'll ever admit.

"say that again," he dares.

you roll your eyes, hand coming up to pinch the bridge of your nose. "i said you don't have to be so reckless all the time."

he takes a step closer. one hand still in his pocket, the other flexing, speaking along with the motion.

"that's not what you said."

you hesitate but don't think much of it, repeating your previous comment; "i said maybe you don't have to be so fucking stubborn and do everything alone."

another step.

closer now. you can smell the engine grease. the aftershave. the coffee on his breath. the desperation.

he stares at you like you've just said the most insulting thing he's ever heard. 'no one's ever said that and meant it. so why should i think you do?'

you blink. half confused, half frustrated. 'do i look like everyone else?'

that's it. that's all it takes.

he leans in. it's not slow, not hard but sure. like it's instinct. like it's been building in him for weeks.

he kisses you the way he flies; fast, hot, a little unsteady but full of hearted. his lips are warm, slightly chapped. one hand cups your jaw, thumb brushing just under your cheek like he's grounding himself in the feeling. the other settles at your lower back to draw you closer.

it lasts a few seconds before he pulls back, breath catching just to stare at you. he blinks once, almost like reality is catching up to him.

'well,' he says, voice hoarse, smile crooked, 'guess i'm in trouble now.'

you raise an eyebrow. 'why?'

'because i think i'd let you call me out again if it meant it went like this every time.'

and when you reach for him, he kisses you like it's the first time all over again.

[ @seleneprince ]