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jade-parcels · 3 years ago

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For bunny AU! If request are still open, is there a favourite room in the basement among the premium members? Like what room they prefer to make out in, and who will they being in that specific room!

The different rooms in The Basement

In The Basement of Celestia’s Bunny Cafe, there are 10 rooms. 1 security booth and 9 separate bedrooms, each with different themes, where you can take a bunny boy of your choosing to spend some…’Quality time’ together.

Room 1: the basic suite 🏡

This room is modeled to look like any modern bedroom in a nice house. It gives that ‘we live together and are happily married together’ vibes that many customers enjoy! White, pristine sheets, a beautiful wooden bed frame, hanging plants and fake windows all set the scene. It almost feels like coming home after a long day of work to have some fun with your lover. Except you paid for this 0-0 this room is a classic because it was the first one to open! The basic suite and the regal suite were the only two rooms open for the first 2 months of…Basement activity offered at the cafe

This room is loved by all of the bunnies cause it’s a neutral, welcoming space. Diluc loves it!! Zhongli enjoys it but it looks a lot like his own bedroom…hmm…

Room 2: the regal suite 🌹

This room is made to feel like a royal bedroom! Something straight out of the palace of Versailles! Intricate decorations, the theme of pink and gold everywhere. Cream colored marble tiles, a veil covering the bed, pretty vases full of flowers, an old armoire in the corner where toys and extra sheets are kept. The light fixture is nice touch, it’s made to look like a little chandelier! Fake candles are also places around the room for an warm, golden glow. Faint violin music is played but it can be turned off if you’d rather fuck in silence. You’ll feel like a million bucks in here!!

Kaeya loves this room of course, he just has good taste! Albedo also likes this room, he likes the pretty glow of the fake candles :)

Room 3: the ‘bare bones’ suite 💀

This room is for those who just want to get down and dirty. This room is exactly what it sounds like. The bare minimum. A mattress on the floor and that’s it. This room is for those who plan on getting rough or messy, there’s no need to worry about breaking the bed frame or knocking anything over, the whole room is free reign. Each room has its own bathroom attached, this one is minimal as well. A shower, toilet and sink. No decorations. It’s literally…an empty room. Go wild

This is Dottore’s favorite because he doesn’t have to worry about paying his bosses back if he damages something. There’s nothing to damage!! Except you 0-0…kidding

Room 4: the 80s suite 🧡

This room is modeled after a modern day 80s aesthetic, not the old 80s where everything was wood and dingy looking. Fun, vibrant posters litter the walls, the sheets are red, orange and blue, there’s a lava lamp and funky lighting! 80s music is played and the best part is there’s a pole in the room along with an orange, plastic chair. Sit back and enjoy a show cause you very well could be getting a lap dance to Queen songs. Freddie would have wanted it this way

Ajax loves this room! He knows how to get down and groove!!…kinda.

Room 5: the club suite 👯

Laser lights, mirrored ceiling, a stripper pole and loud music, the atmosphere of this room is meant to feel like a club! It’ll get your blood pumping, that’s for sure!! When you lay back in bed, you’re met with your own reflection on the ceiling, you have a perfect view of yourself getting fucked or, instead, you can turn your attention to the pole and get a dance from your bunny too!! Bring some singles with you and make it rain!!

The better question here is ‘who doesn’t like this room?’. All of the bunnies love this room, it’s fun and energetic, it’s loud and you can be as loud as you want. Probably the most fun room available!

Room 6: the honeymoon suite 💞

This room is full of red and pink! From the heart shaped bed to the rose petals on the sheets, champagne in glasses by the bedside, the whole experience is meant to feel like a honeymoon fling. Guests love the overall feel of this room and some worry this may ruin their future honeymoon for them 0-0 uh oh!!

Baizhu loves this room because it feels very intimate! And those who pick this room usually aren’t looking for a fast, hard fuck, more like something slow and loving which he prefers as well. Diluc loves the intimate aspect of this room too, he’s here to please and he’ll take on the role of your fictional husband if that’s what pleases you. He kinda likes it too…

Room 7: the glow suite 🔮

This room is lit by black lights. Every decoration, the sheets and tiles are meant to glow. The walls are covered in swirly paint designs, the sheets are patterned and the tiles have mirrored chips in them so the whole room has a fun, funky glow to it! You’re encouraged to wear glow rings!! And glowing condoms are provided for free, they’re in a bucket buy the door! What could be more fun than a glow room???

Scramouche is a big fan of this room! It reminds him of an arcade or roller rink, which were some of his favorite places when he was younger. Ajax likes this room cause he thinks having a glow dick is funny. What an idiot lmao

Room 8: the sea suite 🌊

Like the glow suite, this room is relatively dark. However, projections of water and fish are all over the ceiling and walls. You and your bunny will both look stunning in the calming, blue light. There are faint sounds of the waves being played throughout the room, the sheets are blue silk, the floors are sparkly blue tile. The original plan was to have a water bed in here but Ninnguang realized that would be a poor investment 0-0 not everyone chooses to be gentle and nothing would kill the mood faster than popping the waterbed you’re fucking on 0-0

Dain’s favorite room by far. He loves the sound of the ocean and blue is his favorite color! Being bathed in royal blue together…Ah…Yes, this is nice

Room 9: the star suite ⭐️

The star suite is similar to the sea suite except this one has projections of galaxies and stars all over the place. The bed is in the center of the room and is in the shape of a circle. The sheets are silky smooth and soft music plays in the background. The black, glittery tiles are cool beneath your feet and the purple glow of the room is soothing as much as it is beautiful. You look so pretty in the purple light with projected stars twinkling on your skin <3 after you two are finished, you can lay on your back and watch for shooting stars

Xiao’s favorite room…He’s a bit sappy. He enjoys watching the stars with his customers after finishing, laying back to catch his breath, looking over at you to see you covered in stars. That’s a view that’ll never get old. Dain also likes this room, he does a lot of stargazing at home so this is relaxing to him too :)

#series: bunny cafe 💕#enjoy😈#series: notsfw #I won’t tag genshin this time cause I barely mention anyone tbh #don’t wanna clog those tags 0-0 #night posts

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girlgrouptrash101 · 4 years ago

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Yena (IZ*ONE) as Your Girlfriend

Request: “can i request iz*one's yena as your girlfriend please 👉🏻👈🏻 thank you 🥺”

A/N: took a lil break from studying to write for a bit, ( i hope this all makes sense, i’m really freaking sleepy rn yall T-T )

- C

Choi Yena - is she an idol or a stand up comedian? i guess we’ll truly never know

her bubbly personality and quick-witted jokes were actually the main reason you wanted to get so close to her in the first place, absolutely in awe of how she could bring a smile anyone’s face in mere seconds

which is why, after a few days of pep talks from your friends, you built up the courage to ask miss Yena on a date, to which she absolutely accepted

Yena was over the moon when you asked her, and the shocked look on her face told you just that as she hadn’t expected you to reciprocate her feelings - but her composure dropped for a mere nanosecond before she was back to her cheeky self, her arm already wrapping around your shoulder as she couldn’t wait to go on a date with you :]

one date quickly turned into much more, and you both felt the time flying by as you fell further and further for one another, leading to Yena asking you to make it official just a couple weeks later!

Everyone around you immediately gets soulmate vibes as soon as they see you two together, your chemistry is truly unmatchable

as wild and unhinged as Yena is, she always finds a sense of calm around you that she doesn’t with anyone else, and it’s always so cute to see her her usual cool girl facade bubble away when she’s with you

she has such a soft spot for you that no one else could ever get, and you love it so much when her chivalrous side comes out - plus the way she looks at you with so much makes you feel like the only person on the entire planet

Lowkey very cheesy, as in hand in your back pocket, don’t touch my baby type cheesy

(which you are an absolute sucker for, by the way)

every sentence ends with baby, no matter the context or who you’re with, she just loves calling you that SOO so much hehe

your guys’ relationship is truly like something out of like a 90′s teen movie, and no matter what Yena does, she always looks so damn cool that you can’t help but get an overwhelming amount of butterflies in your tummy

imagine Yena dropping you a text at the early hours of the morning telling you to come outside - you look out and see her on her motorbike, clad in her leather jacket and black jeans, lollipop lazily hanging from her lips as she waits for you to come outside GOD

and then she’ll take you to a little beach on the edge of town, the two of you snuggled up on the sand, only the sound of the waves to be heard as you shiver a little, even though you’re wrapped up in Yena’s leather jacket, and buried into her side :’)

Cuddles usually start with you laying in bed and Yena throwing herself on top of you, making you go “OOF” and making her giggle like an idiot

but once she gets comfortable, you best believe you guys aren’t moving for HOURS

and if you aren’t wearing an item of her clothing at ALL times its a national emergency and Yena must rectify that immediately

shows her love in many different peculiar ways, from squishing her cheeks against yours, poking her finger in your nostril, randomly nipping your earlobe or blowing raspberries against your skin while she lays her head on your stomach

funky little yena doing funky little dances in public whenever something makes her happy

which you have soon become a part of, leading to the two of you popping and locking in your local convenience store when the ice cream is on sale

However, while she presents herself as a strong, carefree person, none of us are free from worries, even Yena

when her thoughts get too loud, she’s feeling down, or even if she just had a bad day, you’re always there waiting for her with open arms and willing to listen to any of her worries; which she truly appreciates more than you could ever know.

Yena’s truly her authentic self when she’s with you - there’s no front, no shyness, she’s just pure Yena around you, and it’s so comforting to know she feels that comfortable around you to be that way.

(back to the fun stuff, sorry hjdfsjsd)

if you don’t already know how to skateboard, well you’ve basically got your very own tony hawk here to teach you how to become a pro skater

or if you suck she’ll just make you sit on her board and pull you along by the hand, both of you giggling like kids as she speeds up down the street

Her ideal date is somewhere where you two can have fun together, like the arcade, fair, going on trips (although no matter where you go, Yena always makes it fun :] )

you also both love the drive in theater near your house, and you guys go so often that you’ve basically created cuddle paradise in the back of Yena’s car, bundling up in the back, wrapped up in each others arms with the seats pushed down, wanting the night to go on forever <3

has probably said ‘no homo’ after a makeout session before

but to be honest, no matter what she says or does makes your heart flutter and fill with joy, because she truly is the m0st loving and happy spirit you’ve been honoured to have in your life, and you would never, ever change a single thing about her :)))))))))))

NSFW From Here:

yena cockiest little shit wbk

whenever she’s fucking you and you’re in any way trying to suppress your moans, she is NOT having it, simply opting to fuck you harder until you scream her name in that desperate tone that she loves so much

her favourite thing ever is memorizing the spots that make you moan a little louder, abusing your weaknesses over and over again until you’re a whimpering mess beneath her

HAS to mark you all over or else she’s not happy - leading to hickeys on the inside of your thighs, on your abdomen, your neck, collarbones, anywhere she can get access to she will always claim as hers

plus the satisfaction of seeing your spent body the morning after, the purple marks on your skin a sign of how good she made you feel makes her SO cocky n possessive and like. you’re HERS and no one is going to change that okay?

has fucked you in the back of her car after, or even during, your dates to the drive in theater,,, cuz girlie doesn’t really give a fuck, in her world its just you two and only you two

whenever you’re watching the movie, it usually ends up with you being engrossed in each scene, leaning into Yena’s side comfortably, thinking she’s paying as much attention as you - that is until you feel her hand creep towards the inside of your thigh, and that’s when you know you’re about 5 minutes away from screaming Yena’s name at the top of your lungs <3

when she invites you over to the practice room under the guise that she wants to teach you izone’s new choreo but then somehow you ended up on a chair in the middle room while Yena’s giving you a lap dance>>>>

when you’re in between her legs making you feel good and she’s looking down at you, her eyes hooded and her lip tucked between her teeth telling you how you’re doing such a good job....... FUCK

the kind of girl to whisper the filthiest words she can possibly think of in your ear then pull away and make a cheesy joke that leaves you mind absolutely REELING because like. her duality what the fuck

yena in nothing but a signature black choker with you riding her thigh in one of her oversized t-shirts, falling to pieces as she holds you close, relishing in the feeling of your dripping core against her skin,,,

also THAT mf that’ll tease you under the tables even when you’re with a group of people,, her annoying ass will just be relishing in the way your jaw clenches as you try so hard to not squirm as she teases you with her fingers

and those random times where you′re just like, at work or out shopping or vibing with your friends and then all of a sudden you get a video notification from Yena,,, and its a video of her in front of the mirror on your room, her legs spread and her fingers deep in her own heat, her breathes uneven as she does her best to keep her phone steady as she moans out your name

she LOVES doing that shit, knowing you’re turned on as fuck thanks to her just,, makes her feel so powerful

on those nights after Yena’s been away with schedules for a while and you finally get to see her, everything is always so intimate between, with longing kisses and lingering touches that truly are filled with not only lust but love too, pulling one another impossibly closer until all your senses are clouded with another.

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faustonastring · 4 years ago

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can you write the main 6 with a musician mc, like mc is always singing and playing instruments. maybe even writes songs for them (bonus if mc's magic is somehow connected to music) thank you and i love your writing!!! ps please excuse my crappy english

*very sharp inhale* being that these are all very very similar, for my sanity I’m going to combine all four of them together, so this headcanon will include: Mc, being musically talented in general, then spefically with the violin, then them singing, and your the main six will react yadaddadadada, (I’m writing the belly dancing headcanon in like a week or two, don’t worry baby I gotcha,)

Tagging: @aka-baka-shiki , @mushroom-fucker and @rapidseapizza (I don’t think those last two worked, so I’ll reply to your asks if it still doesn’t work when I post it!) also thanks to all of you for requesting!

Main six with a musically inclined Mc

Asra

He’s head over heels all over again the second you bring out the ‘instrument of the day’ he can sit there for hours on end listening to you play and if you can sing too? He’s swooning. Swooning. And if you use your magick to help you play, or play multiple instruments at once? “Is it getting hot in here?” And if it’s a song about him? He might faint, oh my god how did he get so lucky?

(For the sake of this headcanon let’s just say your best with the violin) when he sees you break out your violin, he gets all giddy and excited, and he will stop what ever he’s doing to watch you play, he loves it, he also picks you up little trinkets and new instruments and violins when he goes on his travels, so everything sounds pretty, but never the same. And it’s so beautiful.

He can listen to your voice for hours and hours. His faveroite past time is laying against you or in your lap, as you play with his hair, and sing him songs, and don’t stop even when he’s asleep, because he will wake up and demand more. And if the song is about him, he stares at you with adoration In his eyes, even when your finished, unsure of what to say.

He also isn’t great with music in general, and he’s not the nest singer, but he will find ways to help you practice and support you, and he will help you enchant your instruments and he will find ways that you can use your magick to your advantage, and he will go to every one of your shows no matter the place, and he will be one of the loudest ones there.

Nadia

Every one in her family can play atleast one instrument, so she has a pretty good understanding of how they work and what they sound like, and what parts they need, which she uses to her advantage of course, but don’t think she’s tired of hearing these instruments get played, oh no no no, it’s quite the opposite.

She will tinker with one of your many many many violins often, she’ll tune them, replace a couple parts, etc etc, she does this with all your instruments honestly especially the ones that sound funky, but she does not mess around when it comes to your violin. How are you supposed to play it for her if it’s not in top notch shape.

Also she loves it when you sing and play your violin, the talent, the beauty, it’s all so....perfect, so....elegant. She can listen to your voice all day, and she loves it especially in the bath, but when you accompany it with your violin *chefs kiss* and if it’s a violin that she had just finished tinkering with, she’ll ask you a million questions about how it’s preformance was and if she needs to make any more improvements

Congratulations because you are now an honorary member of the satrinava family band, everytime Nadia’s sisters come to visit, they’re practically badgering you to play with them some more, and Nadia has to pull you away....only for her to ask for you to play an instrument for her....just for a little bit....

Julian

You two make a dynamic duo indeed. He loves your voice, the fact that you can match your tune to what ever instrument your playing. He thinks that it’s so pretty, and crazy talented of you. But if you write a song about him? He’s stammering and blushing, trying to figure out what to say but words are....just so difficult at a time like this, don’t you agree.

if you write a song about him, you migh have to spefically say it’s about him, or not he spends the rest of the day wondering if your cheating on him, or who that song was for, and if it’s really lovey dovey song, he will ask you, and when you say it’s for/about him, well good thing he’s a doctor because he almost died on the spot.

You two make an extremely dynamic duo for many reasons, but the main reason is, that you can play a violin, and Julian can play the viola. Now I’m no music expert, but they look fairly similar, so when I say you two make some killer melodies together, I mean it. Also playing his viola with you, no matter what instrument you play to match his, is one of his favorite past times.

He books you shows, weekly at the rowdy raven, and he is the loudest one there, and hypes up the whole place, and gets people to start dancing on tables, spilling drinks, the whole shabang. And if your nervous, don’t be! And if your still nervous after that very emotional speech he gave you, he buys you a couple drinks so you can drown out your sorrows.

Portia

It’s so overlooked that she can indeed play an instrument. She can play the acoustic gutair. (Via old ask the arcana) so if you happen to know how to play the acoustic guitar then the two of you trade tips and secrets, of not, she’ll be more than happy to teach you. And she gets so excited that she’s the one teaching you something for once.

She’ll ask you to teach her how to enchant her instruments, or use magick to hell her play, ya’know.....like you do. She’ll also like it if you teach her to play a new instrument, like the ukulele, or piano, and please for the love of god when your teaching her sit behind her and out your hands over her, she blushes like crazy.

She constantly teases you for being good at the violin, and how she feels like she’s “dating her brother” when ever you bring it out, but none of it’s true. The only thing that annoys her about your violin is when you and Julian get into ‘arguments’ about which is better, the viola or violin, especially if one of you some how rope her into it.

But please sing to her. Please. Like imagine cooking or baking with Portia and you sing to/with her to make the time go by faster, or singing to/with her when you clean or bathe together? Or if she’s having a bad day or a rough night. And if you write a song about her, she blushes like crazy then a day later write one about you too.

Muriel

When ever you play an instrument or sing, his heat beats ten times faster than it normally would, he just feels all weird and giddy inside, all excited with joy, that some one as talented and as special as you, chose him. You chose him. And he gets to hear your pretty voice sing, and your pretty instruments all day long. He isn’t one for pretty things, but your an exception.

He’ll never ask you to play him anything, that’s not like him, but he will drop little hints, like by complimenting how well you play x instrument, or how pretty your voice sounds. He’s still getting used to asking for things, so just be paitent with him, he’ll get there eventually, but I’m the mean time, sing him a song why don’t ya

He loves taking you too new spots in the forest for you to try out your instruments, especially your violin, and he falls head over heels if he catches you practicing your violin in one of those spots, or even better, in the hut while he’s not home. He’ll also make you new parts for each of your instruments of things get broken or bent out of shape, your violin is the one he pays the most attention too.

He loves the way your voice sounds. Your the only person who he can listen too talk for hours on end and not get a headache. So he absolutely loves it when you sing to him. He also loves to hear your voice singing to him after he’s had a nightmare or a bad dream, and if you write a song for him, he’ll cry.

Lucio

Ooh? Please teach him your ways oh musically inclined one. He wants to be just as talented and as cool as you. Speaking of cool, he thinks the fact that you can play multiple instruments, and sing, and use your magick to help you is the coolest shit in the world. Now he just admires you even more than he already did.

He isn’t the most paitent, so your lucky if he even gets the basics down for whatever instrument you want to try to teach him, but hey he’s trying! Plus it’s bonding! The thing with lucio is; he gets really agitated when he doesn’t get something right, right away, so when he figures out it takes time and paitence to be a master musician, he uhhh. Starts to lose interest.

But when you bring out your violin, ohhh boy does he have your attention. He loved the way it sounds, and how you get so into it, the fact that you look so focused and beautiful while you make beautiful music with such a boring instrument amazes him. And he asks you too play it all his parties, but not too much. He gets jealous.

He likes the idea of knowing your playing for him, and only him. And if you write a song about him or for him, he gets a little self conscious, but tries to play it off and act all cool, but he’s a little self conscious. Just a little. But don’t worry. He’ll repay the favor by writing a song for you too. And he’ll serande you from the palace gardens while you watch from your balcony.

Thanks for reading! I put a lot of effort into this so I hope you liked it! And if you want to read more of my garbage my masterlist is located here!

Next headcanon: Mc with social anxiety!

Request are open!

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jiminieloved · 4 years ago

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Ultimate Jikook Timeline Pt 46

HYYH2 Era Pt 2:

tw: There is a scene that contains what many view as sexual harassment involving Jimin and the hosts in the Weekly Idol episode. There’s also photos in this post featuring this. Be careful.

1. December 13, 2015: Gwanghwamun Fansign

2. December 14, 2015:

a) BTS win 1st place @ KBS Music Bank

0:22 JM brings JK to the front to do his dance move, 00:46 JK watches JM’s dance move, RM taps his shoulder (I think this is the same clip but a different angle from December 12)

b) BTS on Weekly Idol, preview pictures (tw//sexual harassment)

c) BTS React to ‘Run’ MV

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No sub, but JK pats Jimin’s chest at 3:20, interaction 7:00 minutes

d) Run BTS Episode 8

12:55 JK reveals that he hid flags and JK acts shocked, 13:10 JM pushes JK away and JK calls him trash, JM sees him pouting and gives him his flag because ‘JK’s cute’. Small Jikook hug at the end.

e) Bangtan Bomb

1:32 Jimin films JK

f) BTS MV Explained

Jimin compliments JK’s acting 2:42. 4:44 JM compliments his own acting and JK says “Jimin hyung!”. 7:00 JK says something to JM but it isn’t translated. 7:20 ish they’re joking about why Jimin burned the picture, and RM says “Jimin had a crush on Jin?”

3. December 16, 2015: BTS on Weekly Idol

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12:25 Jimin is being manhandled by the hosts, and it cuts to JK biting his fist. 12:57 Jimin is kissed by Heechul(?) and JK goes and starts punching the wall. 21:45 JK receives ‘Manly’ trait for his alarm recording. The hosts say ‘aww he should’ve gotten aegyo’ and Jimin immediately says ‘No he’s manly!!!’ and Jimin smiles super proudly and laughs super hard as he records it.

4. December 17, 2015: Gangnam Fansign

5. December 19, 2015: Star Talk Hong Kong

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I have no idea what they’re saying but at 3:25 JM laughs and JK smiles at him very endeared. (Jimin’s really cute at 4:50)

At 4:00 interviewer asked who's the funniest member? Most agree it's JK. Yoongi says behind the cameras JK is different and that when he finally shows himself that he will really fly. Very sweet. JK says he can't show that side because he's shy but one day he will.

December 20, 2015:

a) Changmin’s Music Radio Plaza

14:00. Explain roommates. JK rooms with RM. TH, HS, and JM room together

29:00 Jimin sings JK is supportive.

6. December 21, 2015: Jongno Fansign

7. December 22, 2015: After School Club

a) Photos

b) Episode

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8:00 JM volunteers JK for girl group dance and then smacks his butt when he finishes, 10:25 JM lays across JK and JH’s laps, 29:50 JM falls into JK’s lap laughing, 39:35 JK’s up to some funky business with the mic holding responsibilities, JM responds to funky business by opening his mouth really wide like he think’s JK’s going to put the mic in his mouth?? Sus levels high lka;s jkl;sjf. 51:50 JM returns the favor regarding the microphone hijinks.

c) Bangtan Bomb

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Jimin filming Jungkook brushing his teeth

c) BTS Run Episode 9

Standing together at the beginning, 1:30 JK looking at JM?, around 11:25 JK calls JM pretty?, 13:58 Jikook standing together

8. December 24, 2015: KBS 2015 KBS Gayo Daechukjae X BTS on Vlive

A ton happening here. 8:00 Jk gesturing to JM, touches him a lot more than necessary, 11:22 JK pats JM’s thigh, 13:58 JM laughs and hits JK as he tells his story, 14:58 infamous JK coming of age moment occurs, 21:00 JM seemingly out of nowhere says “the youngest has grown up.” 22:58 JM is picking a colored slip of paper to read from, and JK says “Hyung I see your color.” JM then picks orange because of his hair, and JK says “that’s not right :c” 26:21 JM hits JK really cutely. 26:50 push push baby Jimin, but for some reason JK holds JM’s fist, and doesn’t let go for far longer than necessary, and plays with his fingers. 29:07 they’re dying of laughter and JK pats/touches JM’s thigh. 32:40 when JM finally does his aegyo, JK immediately grabs his hand again. 33:04 JK starts smacking JM’s butt.

9. December 25, 2015: JK releases cover of Paper Hearts

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#jikook #kookmin #km #bts 2015 #hyyh2 #tl

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iknowthekoolaidflavor · 5 years ago

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Birthday Wishes

Another addition for Risha’s ( @wreakhavoconmacroissantdiggs ) birthday!

Pairing: Sugar Daddy!Thomas x reader

Word count: 1.5k

A/N: The ending is a little funky. My smut is a smidge bit rusty.

You woke up to feeling soft, wet kisses against the nape of you neck and hands wrapped around your waist. Thomas pressed himself against you, holding on for dear life. He loved moments like this. Waking up with you in his bed, in his arms. For a moment, he could pretend that you stayed here with him and didn’t have to leave and stay at your own place. You’ve been staying with him more often, but there were no problems on his part.

“You’re up already?”, you yawned

“Unfortunately,'' Thomas rasped, “I’m used to being up at this time. You should still be asleep baby”

“How can I sleep with you kissing my neck like that?”

Thomas grinned. It wasn’t his intention to have you up this early, especially on such a special day. He rubbed your back and kissed your cheek. You had no idea his intentions were to lull you back to sleep, but soon you were dozing off again in the very early hours of the morning.

When you awoke hours later, you jumped in the shower. As you got dressed, you could smell the food coming from downstairs. You followed the scents as your stomach growled, chastising you for not eating sooner.

Thomas stood in the middle of the kitchen frying plantains. He jumped when he noticed you standing next to the island.

“You’re up?”, he asked, sounding a little upset

“Did you not want me to be?”

“Yeah. I just wanted to bring you your breakfast while you were still in bed”

Thomas began to pout before you pulled him in for a kiss. He wrapped his arm around you and deepened it. As his tongue slid in your mouth, you pressed yourself against him, grinding against his cock.

“As much as I want to throw you on the counter and fuck you, I have to finish with breakfast. I figured the birthday girl wanted to have breakfast in bed”, he smirks as he hands you a mimosa

“You know me so well”, you purred, “I’ll go back upstairs then”

He kissed you once more, then slapped your ass as you walked away. Within ten minutes, you were in bed enjoying breakfast with Thomas. He fed you strawberries and whipped cream, and made you more mimosas..

Now, he was entertaining your idea of living on the countryside as he rubbed your feet.

“You’re telling me you’ve never thought of leaving New York?”, you questioned

“Of course I have. Always wondered if I would get married, move back to Virginia, and raise our kids there”

You felt his hands freeze as you took in what he said. ‘Our kids’. For a moment, Thomas didn’t say anything. He stayed silent as he continued to rub your feet as music silently played in the background.

“Soooo, are you ready for dinner tonight?”

Thomas asked, wanting to change the subject. He could have asked you his burning question right then and there, but now things felt a little awkward. It’s been almost a year since he told you he no longer wanted to be just your sugar daddy. He was hesitant because for all he knew, you felt the complete opposite. You proved him wrong time and time again.

“I can’t wait”, you cheered, “I’ve wanted to go to that restaurant since it opened”

“If you told me sooner, I would have already taken you. You know I’ll always take care of you, right?”

He smiled at you as you nodded. His hands moved up to your calf, then your inner thigh. You carefully move the plates out the way before Thomas wraps his arms around your thighs and pulls you close. You can tell by the way he starts licking your core, he won’t let you stop after just one orgasm.

Thomas wrapped his lips around your clit, bringing you to your first orgasm. He slips two fingers inside, admiring the way you squeeze around him as he strokes your g spot.

You grip the sheets and moan his name. Thomas’s teeth dig into your thigh.

“Fuck”

Thomas kissed his way up your torso with his fingers still in you. His body is pressed against yours as he kissed and sucked all over your neck. Your arms wrapped around him.

“I know you’re close baby”, he whispered in your ear, “Go ahead and cum”

That was all it took for you to cum all over his fingers. He pulled his fingers out and sucked one of them clean. Thomas put the other fingers in front of you and you took your time copying him. He kissed you with fervor as he rubbed his cock against your clit.

“Thomas”, you groaned

He slipped in the tip and pulled it out again. He kept going until you were a begging mess.

“Thomas please”

He bit your neck as he bottomed out. His hands squeezed your hips as he fucked you. Thomas kissed you from your neck to your cheek until he reached your lips. He moaned when he kissed you. You couldn’t grind against him as desperately as you wanted to, so you settled for tangling your fingers in his hair.

As he hit a new angle, he gasped and held on to him for dear life. You were too close to the edge. The moment you heard him moaning, you came all over his cock. He fucked you relentlessly until he came inside you.

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“We still have a few hours before we go out. What does the birthday girl want to do until then?”

“Movies and snacks?”

“Whatever you want”

Thomas indulged you on your Disney marathon, pausing it to get up and get you snacks whenever you asked. He volunteered to feed them to you, but every time you fought back he ended up on top of you with a smile. He couldn’t stop smiling seeing that smile on your face.

His phone began to ring, ending your moment.

“Give me two seconds”, he answered his phone, “Hello. Yes, this is Thomas. Oh, okay. No, I get it. Thank you. Bye.”

He hung up the phone with a sigh, “It looks like we don’t have a reservation tonight”

“What? Why?”, you whined

“The restaurant cancelled our reservation. Looks like we’ll have to try to find another place”

You pulled the phone out of his hand and sat in his lap. You played with the hair at the nape of his neck. He leaned into you, starting to relax.

“We don’t have to go out tonight. We can think of something else to do. Dining out can be saved for another time”

“What do you have in mind?”, he asked as he wrapped his arms around you, “I’m a fan of staying like this”

You thought for a moment. There was something that you wanted to do with him, but the fact that you didn’t live together made it difficult from time to time. Either you had to hurry home or Thomas already had dinner ready when you got there.

“We could make dinner together”

“Sure”, he smiled, eyes lighting up, “Whatever you want”

Thomas pulled out all the ingredients for dinner. He cut the potatoes while you seasoned vegetables. He watched you out the corner of his eye. You were dancing and humming to the music. He wanted you to stay longer than a couple nights at a time. He didn’t want to worry about you leaving and him going to bed lonely. He misses you every time you leave.

“What are you up to next week?”

“Well after I leave tomorrow night, I have a paper finish and I have work and choir rehersal. The usual”

It was now or never.

“When you leave?”

“Yeah, I have my own place babe”

“I know. I know”, he stood behind and pulled your hands away from the food. He kissed you on the cheek, “Or you could just...make this your home...if that’s what you want”

Thomas’s heart was racing out his chest. This could go one way or the other.

You turned to face him and Thomas stood there nervously with a red box. He opened the box to reveal a necklace with a gold music note pendant.

“Thomas, it’s beautiful. You want me to move in with you?”

“Yes. I want this to be our home. Every time you leave, this place doesn’t feel the same. You like it?”

“I love it. When can I move my stuff in?”

“Thank God”, he groaned as he buried his face in your shoulder and pulled you closer

You both embraced each other, but you were too happy to find the words to say anything. Thomas held you in the kitchen, smiling to himself. He didn’t have to worry about you leaving ever again.

“How will you top the next birthday?”, you asked with a giggle

“Don’t worry baby. I already have an idea you won’t forget”

Thomas held you in his arms and for once he let his mind wonder about his the rest of his future with you.

#thomas jefferson #thomas jefferson x reader #thomas x reader #sugar daddy!thomas x reader #sd!thomas x reader

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all-hallows-evie · 4 years ago

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Athenaeum:3

Warnings: LANGUAGE (cuz it’s me), Eventual canon type violence, this HAS NOT been Beta’d (sorry!), eventual fluff, domestic fluff up the ass, no Y/N and as of right now, reader is not gendered. Not planning on changing that one. This fic will be rated T at most.

Summary: (stolen from my AO3 summary) You are the sole caretaker of a small archive in an outer rim planet, where you collect information from anyone who happens to wander through. When the Mandalorian happens to appear at your door you are loathe to help, but the kid wins you over.

But this is Star Wars, and nothing is ever that easy.

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The chunky but funky chapter, lol.

Grogu plush was ABSOLUTELY used for reference....all over my house lol.

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Chapter 3:

Two nights came and went, and life seems to get back to normal. The excitement from the arrival of the silver soldier of fortune has finally died down, and your overflowing stack of uncategorized information disks is finally starting to peter down to a sad stack of uninspired information split between discs. It was a shame the Mando had no information to give, it was always hard to gage when someone else even half as exciting might wander through town.

Your mind begins to wander. It circles around the dark corners of your mind, you are mindful and careful to stay away from the shadows that linger there but your toes can't help but dip in slightly, rewards for your curiosity come instantly, flashes of memories blind you, white as lightning and almost twice as hot.

It’s the high pitched squeal that finally manages to break you away from your thoughts, as a little green and tan blob of energy zooms underneath your table. Six little claws pinch into your calf. You peer under the table as the bubbling little gurgles start.

"Hello you," you coo back, "Where's your big bad bodyguard?"

The child clutches at the tops of your worn boots, pulling them slowly from off your calves as he tries in vain to crawl up your leg.

"Brave little thing, aren't you?" You sigh as you pull your boot back up by the thin leather before setting the child on the table in front of you. His little hands instantly clutching at the edge of your helmet.

"Can you watch him?"

You don’t even turn to face him, "You must be out of your mind Mando." Comes your huff of a reply.

"Overnight is all I ask."

Now you can’t help but turn, you sling your arm over the back of your chair, "No one else could take him in for you?"

"He doesn't like anyone else."

Doubtful , you can't help but think as your eyes roll behind the safety of your helmet.

"I will get you what you ask."

"Hn. So you expect me to watch your kid and give you access to my files...all for...what?"

"My bounty is a slaver from Baralou, sold native Krikthasi to anyone who would pay."

You hate the way your heart skips a beat at his words, "Krikthasi." You repeat, your mind mulls over the unknown word.

"It's a worm." He replies to your silence, "One of two species on the planet."

"Fine." You sigh as your mouth grows dry. You couldn’t think of anything else you would like to do less than to babysit tonight. "Overnight Mando, and not a second longer."

He is already at the door before you can say anything else, his dark cape sways behind him as you turn back to the child who seems too distracted by the images on your viewpad to notice that his father, guard...whatever the Mandalorian was to this tiny creature is quietly leaving him behind.

"I hope you can eat human food." You sigh, pulling your gloves from off of your hands and slapping them onto the table a little harder than you intend. You reach over to the screen and flip to the next image, the child gurgles happily, plopping down on the table and pulling the screen to rest on his tiny lap as he watches the fishes swim by on the screen. You can't help the warm smile that blooms on your lips, "You like those?"

He coos, big brown eyes sparkling with a question he's not yet able to verbalize.

"Those are fat fish guppies from Naboo." You reply, as you tap the screen to restart the holo, the kid squeals in joy.

"Your dad ever taken you to Naboo?"

He responds, in his own way, a series of quiet and sweet sounds as his eyes are glued to the screen. His little clawed hand reaches out to tap the glass, the yearning to touch etched deep creases on his little brow.

"I'll take that as a no." You chuckle. "He should. That planet would probably suit you, I think." You murmur as you reach a hand out gently and softly stroke his big ears, velvety and smooth under your fingertips. His big brown eyes never leave the guppies as they dance from one side to the other, he leans slightly into your hand as you both grow braver to each other's sudden company. Much braver than you would have been at his size, he never flinches away from your touch.

You scoot your chair closer so that both of you can watch the screen, he turns up to face you, little hands clutching together as he burbles. You aren’t positive what he's asking but the feeling at the pit of your gut makes you answer anyway, "No, you wouldn't want to eat them. They don't taste very good unless you’re a Gungan."

He nods with a satisfied little chirp and you laugh softly, tickled by every reaction on his little face. You bring your elbow up onto the table, and rest your head on your hand as you watch him, "Would you like to see my favorite creature?"

Joy erupts on his little face, eyes sparking as he taps on the glass excitedly.

"Alright, alright!" You laugh as you search the data files for the holo, finally placing it back on the child's lap as giant four legged beasts race across the screen, their large soft ears flap with every gallop. You didn't think it was possible for his eyes to grow any bigger, for the sparkle inside them to get any brighter. He squeals with delight, tiny teeth flashing in his little mouth.

"Exciting, I know!" You reply, "Those are called fathiers and they are some of the fastest animals in the galaxy."

His bubbly language comes faster and faster, raising with the excitement of the races on the screen. You feel the way the child is already worming his way into your heart, bringing sense into why the towering Mando seems so protective of the little squirt.

He suddenly looks away, uninterested with the images on the screen. He murmurs something softly as he looks around the room.

"I know that face." You smirk, "I bet you, little one, are hungry."

He babbles in agreement.

"Alright, come on up. Let's see what I've got laying around." You reply, shutting the viewscreen off before tucking it under your arm. He makes some more pleased noises as you pick him up from under his arms and tuck him into the crook of your opposite arm. You carry him through the small corridor in the back, and to the left, shutting off the lights for the front room as you go, making your way up a small staircase to the upper floor where you've managed to carve out a comfortable, if not small, home.

You push open the door and sunlight streams through open windows of your small living area, a sturdy old couch is pushed up against the side wall, small stacks of empty data disks are splayed over the floor in random puddles and a spare viewscreen lays across one of the old cushions. You shut the door before putting the child down in the middle of the living area space, his little toes disappear into the high pile of the worn down rug in the middle of the room. He sits instantly, little claws grasp at the soft fibers as he looks around, taking in every corner of your home. You set the viewscreen from under your arm down next to him, “Don't wander too far, the kitchen’s right in there, I’ll be right back.”

His big brown eyes watch you as you step into the kitchen area, your fingers slip under the lip of your helmet as you push it off of your shoulders and set it down on the small kitchen table before you wander over to your cabinets, looking for something that might appease a toddler’s appetite.

You open the old creaking cabinet, barely getting a small peek inside your supplies when the tiny scritches of sharp toes come up beside you. You look down and meet the curious gaze of the kid as he stares wonderingly at your face, tiny little mouth gaping open and closed like a little fish out of water.

You smile, “Yeah, I bet he doesn't take his helmet off around you yet, does he?”

The child doesn't make any sound this time, his eyes too caught up in the shine of your hair in the sunlight.

“Since you are here, you might as well decide.” You sigh, stooping over to haul him up on to your hip as you pull a few things from the cabinet, a crinkly silver package of some buttery crackers, some fresh fruit still in your netted shopping bag from only this morning and some freeze dried juice, “That look like enough?”

His little clawed hands make gripping gestures at the bag of fruit.

“Alright, I was hoping so.” You reply with a smirk as you place him gently on the counter beside you, you pop open the silver sleeve of crackers before fishing out a couple to give to him. Both little hands are instantly occupied with a cracker in each, he takes big bites as he watches you pull the fruit from the bag. He alternates bites from one hand to the other as you peel the fruit and dice it into small enough slices in a bowl. Once one hand is empty of crackers he waddles over to the bowl, fingers curling around a slick slice of bright colored fruit that is soon sucked into his tiny mouth. You rehydrate the juice as quickly as you can, as his little fingers are quickly making both the fruit and crackers disappear. You slide him the smallest glass you can find with a smirk.

“Look, usually this is for...adult stuff, “You find yourself reasoning with him as you fill the short spotchka glass with bright purple juice, “But if you don't tell Mando, I won't either.”

He burbles some kind of nonsense before he drops a half eaten cracker as he makes a beeline for the glass, still having to use both hands to lift the little metal cup to his lips. He smacks his lips in satisfaction after a few big gulps and then waddles back to pick up the discarded crackers from the counter top.

You can't help but shake your head as you watch him, this was not quite how you imagined today going. You pick the little green bean up again and place him in your arm, quieting his wiggles when you hand him the sleeve of crackers, with your free hand you grasp the bowl of fruit and his little cup before taking him back to the safety of the rug in the living room. You set him down again and he happily waddles towards the viewscreen, crackers held tightly in his free hand. You put the bowl close to his legs as he plops down and makes a small whine as he taps the viewscreen with one, very sticky hand.

“Well look at you, king of the castle already.” You huff but switch on the viewscreen again, this time bringing up holos of a different fish from another planet.

As he settles in, eyes glued to the screen, you walk over to the couch and snatch the other viewscreen from off of the cushion. You fully intended to sit and watch him from there, but his face turns towards you and he makes that sad little whine again.

“Ok fine, I’ll be right there.” You reply, as you move to sit beside him, your thigh pressed against his side as you bring up your own screen, “ I do have to work, you know.”

The child doesn't say anything else, instead he leans his head against your thigh and continues to chew on alternating fruit and crackers as the holos continue to play on the other screen. You lose yourself to your work in a matter of moments, sorting through information and locating the disks you will need in order to fulfill your end of the bargain with the Mandalorian.

But where do you even start? The Old Republic? The fall of the Jedi? The Golden years? The Mandalorian Jedi war? You sigh as you start to compile a little bit of everything, hopefully the information he has promised you is worth the trouble of hunting all of this information down.

Before you know it the pale walls around you are painted orange with the setting sun. You startle out of your trance, eyes landing on the child, still curled up to your thigh. The view screen now dark as the holo ended a long time ago. He breathes heavily, you crane over to look at him as slowly as you can. His big brown eyes are closed, his little hand splayed against the fabric of your pants as he sleeps.

You could have dropped a seismic charge into the middle of your home and the kid would not have stirred. It is only when you pull the roasted meat from the oven and the smell fully engulfs the room that you hear the kid begin to stir. It’s not a loud sound, just a quiet gurgle and shuffle of soft blanket as his little head peeks out from behind a mountain of worn burgundy felt.

Your stomach quietly grumbles as you realize you have the daunting task of keeping the kid asleep while you try to get up and start something for dinner. You shift your hips away from him, as smoothly and slowly as you can manage, sliding your thighs away from under his little green grasp, softly placing him face down on the carpet when you are finally able to pull all the way out from under him. He sighs and makes a soft bubbling noise but seems to stay asleep. You stay still for a few moments more, watching his little body move up and down with every breath before silently standing. You creep into your bedroom, pulling an old worn burgundy blanket from the foot of your bed and softly draping it around the child to keep him cozy. Maybe it was all for nothing, you chide yourself, the moment you start cooking the kid is probably going to spring awake.

"There he is, welcome back kid. You got room in that belly?" You chuckle as you place the hot pan on the counter, you toss the thick towels you were holding to protect your hands from the heat of the roasting tray to.one side before you pull open another cabinet and pull out two plates. As you cut the meat into bite size chunks you hear the patter of his little feet as he waddles back into the kitchen. He tries to rub the sleep from his eyes as he comes closer but he can’t quite reach with his tiny claws, so instead he rubs at his face with the thick fluff around the wrists of his little brown coat. You place a healthy portion of the cut up meat and vegetables on his plate, stopping only to blow on a roasted bit of root vegetable, trying to cool it a bit before leaning over and handing it to the child, "Try that."

He takes the entire bite into his mouth, chewing with a happy gurgle.

"Not bad?"

His response is to clutch his claws up to ask for more.

"Get your cup and I'll meet you at the table."

He clutches the air again in response.

"Ok, one more then go get your cup." You reply with a smirk as you pick up another steaming hot piece of vegetable and blow on it gently. You watch him from the corner of your eyes as the child looks up at you and smacks his lips in anticipation, until you hand him another piece. He pops it in his mouth before you can blink, "Ok, deal’s a deal buddy. Go bring me your cup."

He sighs loudly and dramatically before he turns around and waddles back into the living room as you set both plates down on the small table pushed to one side of the tiny kitchen area. He walks back towards you, dragging the cup behind him as he approaches.

"Thank you." You smirk as you lean over to pick him up from off the ground and sit him beside his own plate, "Don't choke, let me top you off."

He digs in immediately, both hands snatching up every bit of food they can as he shoves it into his little face. You fill the glass again before setting it down beside him. You pull your chair up to the table and take a few bites as well.

He eats his meal happily. Only stopping to gurgle in your direction or look around your home from his new vantage point on the table top. Your curiosity is starting to get the better of you as he waddles around the table, in search of more food for his plate.

You stand up and walk to the roasting tray, the kid watches you as you go.

It was fine, you could show him right?

The kid hasn't spoken any actual words the whole time he has been with you, who is he going to tell?

You shake your head, this has bad idea written all over it but here goes nothing.

"Hey kid." You say, reaching your hand out towards the table, with a quick pull from the energy buzzing around the room you snap his plate into your open hand. He squeals his delight, his little body suddenly flashes with his signature, a light blue glow all around him.

"I'll be damned." You can't help but sigh as you load his plate up with seconds. You bring it over, placing it beside him before sitting down again. "You've been hiding away too."

He coos, brown eyes studying your face before he digs back in, the glow from his life force slowly fading away as he goes back into hiding.

You wonder how much he has let his powers slip in front of the Mandalorian, but it wasn’t like you could ask him and get a solid response. A moment of terror sweeps over you, was this kid nothing more than a bounty?!

No.

Wait.

You remember the way the Mandalorian had gently pried the disk from his mouth, the way the hardened killer seemed to soften when he had scooped the ball of energy off of the floor.

Any work you had planned for the day goes out of the window after dinner as the child grows restless and full of energy.

"He's trying to get you home, isn't he?" Your heart clenches under your ribs, the kid turns to you, gurgling softly as his reply.

"I'm gonna have to wear you out aren't I?" You laugh as he runs little laps in your living room area, you grab a long scarf from your closet before you lead him downstairs and out the front door. He waddles behind, funny enough keeping up with your strides as you let him roam into the evening air. The streets light up from the lamps that dangle on thick metal ropes between posts, the two open air cafes hold their doors and windows open letting the music from the live bands inside leak out into the street.

This tiny little speck of town, untouched by the Empire or the rebellion, it was the best place the Mando could have landed. Safe, sound and hidden. You watch as the child wanders around, growing braver by the moment as he peeks through open doors as the music starts. He turns and looks at you, big brown eyes shining in curiosity until a group of other kids descend onto the street a few feet away. They split into their own little groups, some play on the sidewalk while another, slightly larger group, starts a game with a ball in the middle of the packed dirt street.

"Well go on then!" You laugh when he looks up to you, the request to play written all over his little face.

He squeals with joy and runs towards the larger group of children. He is pulled into their pack instantly. He is handed a ball and is walked through the game by one of the little girls who continues to hold his little hand as they play.

You watch from the sidelines, hopping up on a duracrete fence and folding your legs in under you, eyes never leaving the kid for long. One of the nearby cafe owners approaches you, handing you a mug of hot tea.

"That's the child that came with the Mandalorian, isn't it Conservator?" He mumbles.

You nod, slowly sipping at the herbal mixture in the clay mug, "His foundling."

"Is that what he looks like under that fancy helmet?"

You grin wide at the image it paints in your mind, "We will never know."

"You know, we offered to watch the child for him, but he declined. Why do you think that is?"

"To torture me, of course." You reply as you gulp down another mouthful of tea. Fucking full of surprises that Mandalorian. The man says nothing, just chuckles as he walks away, back to the few patrons of his small cafe.

You let the kid play for what feels like hours, it was easy to lose track of time when the nights were so calm and warm. You start to notice a bit of a drag in his step, his big brown eyes growing glassy. You swoop in and pick him up before he falls asleep on his feet, "Alright little one, I think you've had your fill."

He coos softly, rubbing at his eyes sleepily as you hold him close to your chest, wrapping him in your scarf before pulling it across your back, folding him into the makeshift carrier. You stroll home, the kid almost making a purring noise as you walk, tiny snores of exhaustion echo in the empty library as you lock up for the night.

You lay the kid on one of your extra pillows, and make him a small bed by your headboard. You pull spare blankets around him to keep him somewhat enclosed before tucking him in. He stirs for a moment before his little face relaxes again and he resumes snoring.

You sigh as you slip out of the layers of your long sleeve jacket and tunic, leaving on only a thin, sleeveless undershirt and your leggings. You rub away the slight itch from the constricting fabric that had been wrapped around your arms all day, but the dull ache returns to the scars on your arms. You rub at the aching skin with a bit more pressure.

The emblem of the Empire burned into the inside of your wrist is still rough around the edges, the ink of your call number still sitting on raised skin, as if it was still fresh instead of almost fifteen years old.

NC-062

It was marked up the length of your arm in bright red ink that could never be washed off. You hated it but at the same time it was your only link to who you could have been before you had been taken by the Empire.

You had traced the origin of your number for months after your escape, it had taken you to Naboo, but without a family name your search had taken you nowhere.

Nowhere but here, where you continue to search for something, anything that would help you find whatever was left of your home.

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snowslasherr · 5 years ago

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here's a little something i’m making for all of you because you deserve it ♥️ if you don’t have a valentine you have all of these babies and me as well ♥️ i love you all so much, stay safe and take care of yourselves! i'm sorry if this is too short to be a holiday special :')

i'll add a read more thing later im sorry for clogging up ur dash

Dwight Fairfield

poor boy he'd be so nervous

dwight's really good at keeping track of the days in the fog, so he'd have extra time to prepare

he just wants to make you happy : )!!

he'll nervously tug at your sleeve at the campfire. go along with it and follow him blease

after near 20 minutes of walking in the woods you were about to ask where you're going, but before the words slip out of your mouth you see what he's been leading you to

a couple dark vines are concealing a small space, with a little creek running through the middle. the trees loomed over it, much taller than some of the other trees. crows were settled on some branches but flew away when you stepped in. the whole area was littered with flowers that dwight had planted himself, with the help of claudette. he wanted to make the perfect spot just for you.

"do you like it?"

what a stupid question. of course you like it. smh ❤

theoretically you can both sit there for hours, but trials get in the way. either way, it's perfect. he's perfect.

although he wasn't expecting anything from you it was a pleasant surprise when you whipped out a little gift. you'd gotten meg to help you force convince danny to let her borrow his camera, so she could take pictures of you both. of course, dwight didn't know this

meg was a surprisingly good photographer. the photos weren't blurry and they would make a good gift even in the normal world.

when you gave them to him he teared up and spent the next half hour quickly stuttering out how much he loves and appreciates you : )

Meg Thomas

oh boy

meg is a lil bundle of energy

you'll just be chilling at the campfire, maybe lounging around talking to nancy or jeff, when meg just nyooms in and grabs your hand. you squeak and she just starts zooming away, dragging you along with her.

meg tends to keep her offerings in a secluded place (a hollow tree trunk) because sometimes the other survivors tend to get the offerings mixed up. unfortunately, meg found this specific tree while on a run. she looked like she was having the time of her life, her braids flying behind her. she was fast.

she finally stopped and you could have a well deserved break. but that break was unfortunately cut short, because meg only stopped to pick up a small photo, before she burst back into a run.

when you got back to the campfire, she barely looked phased. you were panting, trying to catch your breath, and she looked relatively calm. she slipped the photo into the fire and then skipped off to the woods with you, to avoid passing out in front of the others.

when you woke up, the both of you were in the ormond resort. the entity had accepted the offer. you didn't even want to ask how she'd gotten the legion to stay out of their realm for you two

neither of you were dressed properly, but like almost everything in the fog, the temperature was fake.

which led to the most obvious situation

snowball fight!

she's so extra with it. she'll build a whole fort while you're pelting her with snowballs, paying no mind to it.

she makes it so big that you could hide in her fort and attack her with snowballs from the inside.

eventually, the girl gets worn out. it takes a while. but she still wants to keep going, so you two make snow angels with connected wings.

after you're both too tired to do anything else, you're pulled back to the campfire, grinning and tired

Claudette Morel

sweet baby. absolute sweetie.

smol lil claudette just pokes you on the arm, gesturing for you to follow her.

of course, you do. don't deny her she's babey

she's taking you down a long homemade path that you've never seen before. maybe because claudette spent hours between trials clearing it out just for this day, and finished it before she came to get you.

Jake Park

he didn't really have big plans for valentines day. dwight reminded him and he kinda just shrugged it off

he probably won't ever have a huge celebration for valentines day, it's not his style. he's a chill guy.

he'll probably sit with you in a clearing near the forest, holding his arm out for the crows to perch on, and showing you how to do that as well

he'll want to just lounge around, comfy day. you wanna get up? nah. comfy day. not today amigo.

consider yourself extremely special if he gives you a bouquet. it's rare, but he might!

the crows will dance around and bob their heads when you cuddle. they don't know what they're doing but let's just say they support your relationship. he totally didn't train them to do that.

he cares, kind of. he knows it's a day to be sappy but again, not really his style. he'll take the opportunity for a bit of affection though.

Nea Karlsson

nea has been planning this for a while, lets say.

every trial that you go in without her is an opportunity! she's been making a detailed mural with the few spray paints she's been allowed by the entity.

she's sure you'll be proud of her. and to top it all off, she finished just in time for valentines day. what a coincidence!

after you get back from a surprisingly laid back trial, you don't get a chance to rest before nea's smiling and telling you to follow her. you complain for a moment, but gave in anyway. you always do

she jumps over a couple logs and puddles, before coming across a couple lone brick walls. they look like nothing at first, but then you walk around to the other side.

nea's smirking as you're in awe, looking at her and then the mural.

"it's beautiful," you whisper, eyes shining. "but not more beautiful than you."

she does a complete double take at the cheesy generic line. she crosses her arms, looking away. but you can see the smile that she was trying to hide. she looked so pretty when she smiled.

Laurie Strode

she'll organize a little something :)

if you can imagine a party room, maybe one similar to one you'd see at a young kids birthday party, that's the kind of thing she'd set up.

it's just a comforting and safe scene, so she thought it'd be best

she collected a lot of offerings for this, please like it : (

she would've baked something but there's no ingredients in the fog besides corn

if you want corn though go for it

it has the vibes of one of those really good cookies from Walmart or something (okay i googled it they're called lofthouse cookies)

in the end she just wants a comfy safe environment,, it's so nice compared to the brutal things that happen in trials

Ace Visconti

do not let this man near flowers or anything of the sort. he'll take a bunch and

so cheesy

he'll take some random thing off the ground that looks cool (like a dandelion or a shiny rock) and say it's a luck charm, and pass it to you.

ace, handing you a flower tied to a funky rock with a piece of grass: happy valentines day :)

he'll set up a whole area beside the campfire for you two and if anyone steps into it he'll kick them out

if he finds a heart shaped rock he'll riot and get nea to spray paint it red. ultimate luck charm. because it's a reminder of him.

Feng Min

small little gamer :)

i'm convinced feng will take you on a romantic trip to taunt killers

myers is tired of it. susie thinks you guys are cute. evan is not having a good time. sally is supporting you. it's chaos

feng is just holding your hand, walking you around the autohaven wreckers. philip is cloaked and is too scared to be hit in the face with a pallet to uncloak.

feng is really short and she's climbing on things to be taller than you, just for the fun of it.

piggy back rides!! she loves piggy back rides. yeehaw

pick her up and carry her around? heart eyes motherfucker

Quentin Smith

aw what a cutie

he forgot about valentines day, but no fear! you didn't

after you guys swim he'll act like he's really tired so that he can rest his head on your lap. you know he's lying cause he keeps silently laughing as if he's a genius sneaky trickster

when you just happily say happy valentines day he's like 😳

he panics

just reassure him it's fine and you did something!

he's still upset about forgetting, but he's quickly distracted by you.

you've found a secluded spot in the woods, the only disturbance being the occasional core popping in to see what's up

you set up a blanket fort. you'd burned quite a few offerings for this. it worked out better than you expected it to, and you were pretty happy with it overall.

you spent as much time there as you could before being pulled into a trial

the time spent together made up for the offerings burned

Kate Denson

both of you set it up together

you stayed at the campfire, nothing crazy

kate played her guitar, and she showed you how to play a song or two (assuming you don't know how to already)

if you want to sing you are welcome to :)

kate will encourage you all the way even if you sound like nails on a chalkboard

she'll make anyone who comments negatively on your voice have a time out. no questions asked. they're older than her? don't care time out.

it's just,, nice and cozy,, and uninterrupted by trials

Jeff Johansen

big cuddly man!

like nea he'll also do something art related!

but it'll still be unique of course

instead of a mural, he'd do a small-ish but still breathtaking painting.

the rest of your day would be spent just chillin. if you're unlucky enough to be ripped into a trial, he'll bring a toolbox to get out as soon as possible. yknow. for more chillin.

Jane Romero

she'd be pretty extra

again, meg would force convince danny to let her use her camera. she'd have a big photoshoot, as best as she can with the limited resources. claudette would set up a scene, and you and jane would pose for the pictures

they turned out really good!

jane keeps them in a secure place and she won't tell you where if you say anything negative about how you looked. not risking it babe!

(phew finally done! i'm super sorry i was a couple survivors short, i didn't wanna burn myself out. if you like it please reblog? i made this in less than 24 hours to surprise you guys. i hope this is a decent special!)

#the killers fear meg #she is too powerful #that took so long #i'm sorry guyssss it's not the best but i worked hard on it #i'll do the killers another day #dbd survivors #my writing

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spacehologramcollection · 6 years ago

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A Night in with the Kombat Kast would include;

Have some fluff and then some smut later. Because I am a smut writing goblin. Who can’t go five minutes without writing some filth. There’s a little bit of filth in here, not a lot but it is mildly, very mild, like a lemon and herb chicken from Nandos mild. But the NSFW warning will apply, 18+ sorry guys. Gifs don’t belong to me!

Sub Zero/ Kuai Liang;

· A night in for you two is like a date. It’s basically all he can manage.

· He doesn’t really like to leave the Temple unless he has to. He hates interacting with new people, large crowds and prefers peace and quiet to loud and crowded places. So anywhere like the City for date night is not happening. He would try for you he really would. But it makes him uncomfortable. That’s why you tend to stay in.

· He’d cook you something. He’s not the best but he does try. Before you two settle down and cuddle up on the couch.

· He’s such an awkward cuddlier at first, like he has no idea what to do with his hands, or where to put them at first.

· He’ll also run you a hot bath, pour you some wine and will literally let you talk about anything you want. It could be trashy work talk or about something he has no idea about; he’ll listen intently and will actually ask questions.

· He’ll let you choose whatever movie you wanted to watch, when you’re cuddled up on the couch. Pop Culture is not something he’s well versed in, he’s never seen Star Wars or anything like that. He lies to Johnny when he says he’s no time for fantasy or fiction, he’s a soft spot for it… he just doesn’t want to admit it.

· He’s totally into Game of Thrones. He attempts to ignore the mass amounts of sex and focuses more on the politics and plot lines.

· Please don’t point to the Night King and be like “It’s you, but with horns, and evil… and dead” he is not going to be happy bunny about that.

· Will also just like to sway around to music when its just the two of you.

· He doesn’t drink a lot. So, you can’t even make a joke about him cracking open a cold one with Hanzo now. He does however, have the occasional glass of wine with you, whilst you both read and cuddle up together on the sofa.

· If you paint or sew or do anything creative, he’ll literally be so intrigued with watching you do it. Will attempt to learn the skill, because a mans never too old to learn.

· He’ll love to lounge with you and hold you close. You’re amazing and he loves every moment he gets to spend with you. His Clan are important to him and he knows it’s hard to juggle a relationship and that. But he appreciates your patience and loyalty to him and therefore them, so he makes up for his lapses in spending time with you with these nights in.

Kabal;

· He gets a night in? Fuck yes. First thing he does, jumps in the shower, doesn’t fucking matter if you’re in there, he’s joining you. He needs to shower ASAP and get in his jim-jams, because he’s had a hard day okay? He’s bullshitting you, he spent most of it making paper planes and throwing them. But still, he’s had a hard day of putting up with Kano.

· By Jim Jams, he means a pair of joggers and no shirt. Will literally lounge there in nothing else. He needs to answer the door, hope whoever’s knocking doesn’t mind seeing his nipples. Because he sure as hell doesn’t care. It’s not a bad sight for you at all, no complaints from you, since he’ll throw you the t-shirt he should be wearing.

· Obviously after his accident, he’ll take the t-shirt and try and keep well covered up. You can occasionally convince him to return to his, night time, nip nops out time. With the promise of a massage or you batting your eyelashes asking for his shirt.

· He doesn’t cook, he burns things, but he doesn’t cook. It’s just easier if you order in, you get to choose because he’ll literally eat anything. Wherever you decide to order from he’ll find something to eat from it.

· Doesn’t drink a lot but does enjoy having a drink or two when he can relax. Will go through the recordings to see what TV he has to catch up on. Will get insulted and be betrayed, if he finds you’ve watched one your shows without him. The lies and deceit are tearing this relationship apart.

· Will let you sit on his lap all night or lounge on him. He’ll let you basically use him as a human chair. As long as you’re close to him he doesn’t care.

· His phone is getting muted. He’ll take a cute selfie with you, send it, and warn people you have his full attention. Will literally look at it when getting a call, watch it ring, and then just do nothing. It’s his me and your time, and nothing is going to ruin that.

· He’ll pick a movie out for you both to watch. It’ll either end in you two making out during it and having to go finish it off in the bedroom. Or he will fall asleep and end up trapping you in a vice like grip. He’s a lazy little shit at times.

· You’ve made a drinking game out of Johnny’s movies, you always end up absolutely smashed and singing Piano man at the top of your lungs. It’s fucking beautiful. The apartment block is alive with the sound of music.

· Playing video games drunk. You know he’d troll on WOW or something.

· Mario Kart when drunks. He’s the type of dick to always choose Rainbow road, whilst you’re arse over tit drunk. Fucking disaster boy.

· Sometimes, especially after his accident, he can’t sleep so you’ll stay awake talking about absolute shit. Like if aliens exist, if you had to, which cryptid you’d rather fuck. Just absolute shit till 3 in the morning.

· Times like this, you end up making like box cake mix and eating it whilst in your underwear. Because height of classiness.

· You’ll also piss his neighbours off playing loud, obnoxious music till stupid O’clock. And dancing around like a bunch of idiots.

· After his accident, he’ll still do this, it makes him feel normal being a bit of a cunt again to be fair. He’s a bit smug, because his neighbours dare not complain, because he you know, got burnt to a crisp. And don’t wanna tell you guys to turn it down. You party on, you funky little crispy man.

Scorpion/ Hanzo Hasashi;

· Like Sub, nights in tend to be your date nights and become a default for you two spending time together. Except, he’s a much better cook and a little bit less awkward. He’s got some experience with dating. Not a lot but still more than his icy bro.

· He’ll definitely cook for you, whatever you want, he will make you. You end up doing it together and bonding over it.

· You’ll also take a nice warm bath together, both of you unwinding together and letting all the stress melt away with the steam. He’s a sucker for a bath bomb too. Just no glitter. He cannot cope with the glitter in his hair.

· Speaking of hair, he has to brush his religiously or it will get tangled. And he has to wear it up most of the time, because it’s actually pretty long.

· Is down for just talking and listening to music. Or maybe playing chess, he sometimes lets you win, but not always.

· He’ll also take moments like this, to try and teach you a bit of Japanese if you’re willing to learn. Or he’ll teach you more about his culture. It’s a chance for you two to be intimate and close, so what better moment to share personal things.

· He’ll also talk to you about the future more than the past. You’ll plan your life together, like what you want to call your kids, first, middle and second middle names. Also, where you’d ideally live.

· He smiles a lot on these nights in, because its just the two of you and he loves it. He loves you.

· Candle light. And Candle light only. Sure, there’s actual lights but it just seems more intimate and cooler with candles. Fucking wax everywhere though.

· He’s more receptive of pop culture than Sub. Just don’t put on reality TV, he cannot fucking cope with that. He would be a massive fan of Star Wars. And you fucking know it. He loves that Space Bullshit that makes his life seem simple.

· You’ll also be able to lounge on him, he loves it when your head is on his lap and he can play with your hair.

· Such a softie. Just a man who needs a hug and a hot chocolate with marshmallows in.

Erron Black;

· Nights in are rare and not something he’s overly fond of. He loves to be outside, doing things and pretty active. But, he doesn’t mind the occasional night in with you. Gotta relax the old bones, you know.

· He’s got a fair amount of stories and he’s ready to share them with you. Sexual, none-sexual it doesn’t fucking matter. He’ll tell you anything and everything you wanna know. He’s lived a full life and has seen some shit.

· He’s partial to a hard drink, like strong sipping whisky. So he’ll love to sip that whilst watching you, do your thing. Whatever it is, whether it be painting, sewing, reading or hell even writing smut. I say this to validate myself.

· He doesn’t read, he doesn’t have the patience or time. Instead, he’d be down for playing a game of cards. Doesn’t matter if its strip poker or just poker. He is down for it.

· If he’s still slumming it with the Black Dragon, you’ll get to do a lot more on your nights in, in comparison to if he’s in Outworld. If you’re in Outworld, there’s a chance Ermac may just float into the room. It’s weird, just don’t even ask.

· In his Black Dragon days, he’d be down for watching a film, A western obviously. Just so he can tell you how accurate/inaccurate it is. Or how nobody actually talks like that, whilst talking exactly like that.

· Will let you play dress up with his clothes. He thinks it’s cute and loves how everything hangs off you yet is tight in all the right places. Spot on.

· If you’re in Outworld, he’ll take this opportunity to teach you to shoot, how to use explosives and how to come up with a bad ass sass.

· He’d be a sucker if you cook for him on your night in. A dish from Texas would make his heart melt for you and make the night 110% better for him. Like it just brings back memories and he loves it.

· Nights in with him are pretty tame compared to your nights out.

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oh-theatre · 5 years ago

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Objection!: Chapter 10

Chapter title: Utinam Ne Illum Numquam Conspexissem

A/n: My bois ™ I love them. I'm sorry this chapter took longer than usual. It was a bitch to write! I actually don't know how I feel about this one, but stuff was revealed so yay!! Ooo what are Rem and Emile discussing... Also, I just love Latin, and Latin phrases...hence the title. Anyway, leave me some comments! I would really appreciate it!

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summary: Virgil and Remy must save Roman from a dangerous situation

pairings: Eventual logicality, eventual prinxiety, platonic demus, romantic remile

warnings: Murder mention, child murder, Law and Courtroom, swearing, blood, gun, gun mention, drug and alcohol mention, sweating, hospital, screams

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“I warned you Rem, the waiting process is the worst” Emile advises from his desk, Remy paces around the room. Emile sighs looking up from his computer, Remy huffs. “Rem come here” He gestures for the worrisome detective. He joins Emile on the other side of the desk, sitting in the chair.

“We could get married in the time it takes” Remy comments fiddling with the funky pencils in the cup. Emile chuckles taking Remy's free hand.

“Did you just propose to me Remington Nyx?” Emile asks coyly, using his other hand to type some more things on his computer. Remy drops the pencils leaving a cluttered mess, Emile rolls his eyes.

“No, that's not for another month” Remy sighs, Emile blushes biting his tongue. Remy kisses his hand jumping up. “Alright! I can't sit here wallowing! I need to do something”

“Glad to hear you saying that” Virgil slides in through the door. Emile gives him a small wave return, Remy falls back onto the couch soon joined by Virgil. “Is it bad that I don't wanna work today?” Emile shuts off his computer standing up. He makes his way to the chair across the couch, opening his notebook.

“What's wrong?” Emiles voice shifts, Remy stifles a laugh recognizing what he's doing. Virgil rubs his forehead causing a red stain of heat.

“I'm stuck! I really can't do this job, I don't know what's happening” Virgil complains. Remy's smile disappears now, he leans forward, placing a hand on his partner. Virgil shoots him a grateful glance but it doesn't do much, because he's stuck spinning. “I'm just so confused”

“Oh, I felt that” Remy mumbles spreading himself on the couch laying his head on Virgil's lap. Emile smiles sweetly at his partner. “Em, we need therapy, clearly” he gestures dramatically. Emile chuckles, Virgil nods solemnly.

“Alright fine, but you better be paying me for this” He teases, Remy wiggles his eyebrows making Emile shift. “Not like that you absolute dork” Emile chides. Virgil begins fiddling with Remy's hair, twirling and twisting it every which way. Nothing harmful and Remy doesn't mind, it helps Virge calms down. It gives him something to do. “Ok, what's your sleep schedule like?” Emile begins.

“What does th-” A hand quickly covers Virgil's mouth, he looks down at Remy expectantly.

“Dude, just answer the question. He's the professional” Virgil rolls his eyes removing Remy's hand. Emile, who at this point is used to the detective's antics, politely waits. He has to do it a lot, patients tend to take longer to start off a conversation. But once you get them going, it's like rapid fire. Sometimes Emile can't keep up, however, others are less willing.

“Uh, I sleep...I guess…” Virgil grumbles, Remy appropriately yawns. “It's pretty sporadic, never more than like...mmm four to five hours?” Remy snaps in agreement, Emile tries hard not to shake his head. Showing disapproval or disappointment is counterproductive but Remy sleeps plenty, almost too much if you ask Emile. Virgil flicks Remy's forehead causing a mock pout. “You sleep so much it's not even funny” Virgil quips, Emile chuckles. Remy looks to his boyfriend for comfort or support but is instead met with a shrug, as if saying its true.

“Ok, we’re here for Virge, let's get back to him” Remy huffs, Emile nods coyly. Remy tries his best to kick Emile from his position but it ends up looking like he's flailing.

“Right well I mean...Damian keeps me up sometimes” Virgil informs returning back to a more reserved state. A pit of shame formed in his stomach, Emile notices the detective begins to pound his fists rhythmically on his thighs. Virgil's thoughts are cluttered, Damian. How could he think that? How could he say that? How dare he blame his child, his own son. How dare he complain about his job? His life is perfect, he has everything.

Not everything

Selfish, that's what I am

“Virgil? Is everything ok?” Emiles voice somehow makes its way into his head. A fruity intrusion in his echo chamber, his thoughts make way for the question. Pausing just for a moment, so he can look the doctor in the eye. Remy sits up now, growing concern riddles his face.

“Virge, you still with us bud?” Remy waves in front of his face, he can focus on the swift movement. Virgil couldn't really see it much, but it was consistent, it wasn't changing on him. But every time even the slightest thought of something pushed its way into his mind, an uneasy feeling tugged at his stomach. He grabs the hand, setting it down.

“M’fine” He lies, his problems are his own. Obviously, Remy and Emile could see straight through this, but just as impeccable timing goes. This takes the cake. The door swings open hitting the wall quite heavily. Virgil stands soon joined by the other two. Dylan appears his radio going wild, Emile and Remy throwdown in a staring contest. Emile crowned the winner, hopes his message of ‘Do not hurt Dylan, it wasn't his fault’ gets through. “Whats up Dyl?” Virgil asks, dusting off his pants.

“Hey, sorry to interrupt-

“It's fine, what's going on?” Remy pushes, Emile frowns at him. Every hint of annoyance towards the office that Remy could muster, he would. It may seem a bit too much but he put Emile's life in Dylan's hands and was completely betrayed. Every time he sees Emile he can't help but be reminded of the barrel he found his boyfriend staring down.

“There was a break-in at…” he snaps struggling to recall the address. Virgil exhales, his own patience wearing thin. “4563 Witch Lane, I think” Virgil's brows furrow, he knows that address. “It's ongoing and officers say the perpetrator is violent” Virgil heart pounds in his head.

Remember

“Why do you need us?” Remy questions flopping back onto the couch “Sounds like they got it covered” He blows, Emile shakes his head. Why? Why do they need us? They're usually called once the crime has happened, to investigate; How, when, why, and who. And that all depends on whether or not the patrol officers catch the culprit or not. So why, on god's green earth, do they need Virgil and Remy.

“Uh...because-” It finally hits Virgil, knocking him down a peg.

“Because that's Romans address” He mutters, fear is not the word he's looking for.

~~~

One more text and Patton might scream. One more text and Patton might scream. One more text from Liam and Patton might scream. One more text about how much Liam wants to see him, or talk to him or how much he misses him and Patton might scream. One more-

“Papa! Your phone is buzzing!” Valerie claims from across the small cafe table. Patton gives her a wary smile before turning over the phone, mostly to humor the excited girl. Quickly skimming over the multiple texts from Liam and one from Logan, he turns it back over. He will respond later, the mystery of what Logans might hold does set his heart racing.

“Alright kiddos, what do you want to eat?” Patton asks looking expectantly at the twins. For the past twenty minutes, the kids have been reading through the menus, on their own per Patton's request, trying to figure out what they wanted. Obviously, Patton would help if they needed it but he wanted them to try and do it on their own. The look of pride on their faces when they understood an order was all Patton was looking for.

“Waffles!” Remus has decided, shouting it for everyone to hear. Patton smiles politely at the other patrons, turning back to his son. “With...whip cream and sprinkles!” Patton nods, the waitress, Ally, writes down his order moving onto Valerie.

“I want some eggs please” She informs, wringing her hands. The failure to meet the waitress's eyes makes Patton smile sadly. Valerie, unlike her brother, was very shy towards strangers. She was much more comfortable around people she knew, to which she would shout and scream and dance around to her heart's content.

“Would you like that with bacon dear?” The waitress asks, Valerie ponders for a moment using the menu as an escape tool. She nods. Ally smiles writing down the order before moving onto Patton. “And you sir?”

“I’ll take eggs benedict” Patton shows, she nods scribbling it down. “Oh! And to drink, can we have two fresh orange juices and a latte?” The kids bounce at the sound of juice. Ally leaves after a moment, the bustling cafe revving in energy.

Breaking how own rules, as the kids play with one another, Patton checks his phone searching for one specific message. The ‘new notification’ mark hovering by Logan's name is enough to make Patton's face red. The blush he had grown so fond and familiar with returning, his finger debating whether or not to open the message. Had he gone to open it, his morning would have been a lot different but the sound of his name being called pulled him away.

“Mister Hart?” Patton shuffles around in his chair, a smile embracing his face.

“Reeve! Hi!” Patton stands, shaking the timid intern. Logan was not wrong, in his mumblings, the lawyer had revealed how Patton's smile could light up the room. He ushers for Reeve to join him at his table, after a moment of resilience, he takes his place next to Patton. “What brings you here?”

“I'm just here to pick up mister Tolentino's order” Reeve rubs the tips of fingers together trying to remember what it was. “One black coffee, an eclair, and three palmiers” Patton and Reeve recite in unison. The intern raises a brow receiving a sweet chuckle in return.

“Almost ten years and it hasn't changed” Patton reminisces, Reeve stays quiet a secret itch to find out more about Logan. “I used to pick it up for him” Reeve smirks, Patton shakes his head playfully “He would forget a lot, he claims to hate sweet things but obviously that's not true” Patton laughs, sitting and watching the lawyer Reeve couldn't agree more. “Anyway, it's nice to see it's the same” Reeve nods, there was something truly entrancing about this man, the intern could listen for hours. Patton bites his bottom lip, fishing something out of his bag. “It's really not a healthy order, would you get him an apple or some berries?” Patton requests, holding out his hand with money.

“I-i can't accept that” Reeve stutters, how can he be so trusting? What if Reeve just took off with`1 the money, what if he spent it on drugs or alcohol? Patton chuckles only furthering his insistence.

“It's on me, really” He insists “Logan needs to eat actual food” He chides, Reeve, takes it feeling awfully guilty. Patton's affect made him want to spend it on the right thing, he was just so...sweet.

“He was not wrong” Reeve mumbles, his eyes flying open through his tired manner. Patton turns to him cocking his head.

“Wrong?” He asks, Reeve shakes his head wishing away the thought with an awkward squeak of a laugh. Patton shrugs, if it wasn't his to hear, it wasn't his to hear. And yet it was, it would honestly make Reeve’s life so much easier. Logan was...an adequate teacher but he'd be even better if some things (cough Patton cough) weren't constantly on his mind. Reeve also wouldn't mind seeing the lawyer a bit happier. Whether he would severely regret this next move was at the tip of his mind, and yet…

“Uh, Logan...talks about you… a lot” Reeve explains, Patton coughs back a smile

“Pardon?” He tries, sipping his water

“He likes to talk about you Patton” Patton’s laughter turns to a quick blush. The light dusting of pink flattering his face. Reeve swallows, he stands giving a brisk smile. “I should probably get going, you know how he is, thank you again” Reeve rushes, practically scrambling to get the order and out of the cafe.

As Patton comes to terms with the feelings he himself had been feeling for years. He's kept so hidden and down, fear of rejection overwhelming and consuming his every action. Because for the life of him, he couldn't conjure up one reason why a lawyer, no a person such as Logan would ever give Patton a second thought. And yet ten years later…he couldn't help but think of one thing.

No, thank you, Reeve

~~~

“Fuck”

“Virge”

“No, fuck” Virgil repeats as they step out of the car. Cops, on cops, line the street outside of Romans house. To say Virgil's heart was racing was an understatement, it was pounding. Beating so hard and fast it almost hurt. He walks towards the main station. “What's going on Kane?” He asks the lead officer, Kane turns to him his eyes confused.

“Break in, possible violent inside” He informs, knowing that the fire in Virgil's eyes didn't mean a lengthy explanation. However, the twitching at the detective's mouth scares him even more.

“He's still in there?!” Virgil exclaims, he huffs pushing further past, right up to the captain. “I'm going in” he declares

“Absolutely not detective Tormine” Haley warns. Remy finally catches up to his less than excited partner. Virgil clenches his fists, Remy recognizes the distinct furrowing of his brows. A little too late in his opinion. “Detecti- Virgil!” Haley calls out as Virgil races past the yellow tape. Remy sighs following after him, shooting Haley an apologetic glance. “Detective Nyx! Ugh why do I try” Haley moans

Virgil ducks in the house pulling out his gun, flashlight placed above it. He’s been here before, typically its harder to get around these situations when you don't know the layout of the house. But this one? He knew like the back of his hand. He hears small noises, he can't tell if they're just house noises or people noises.

“Virge!” Remy whispers coming up behind the detective. Virgil jumps slightly turning to his partner. He motions silently for Remy to go one way towards the kitchen, while Virgil will go upstairs. They make their separate ways, quietly walking through the house. Virgil checks the bathrooms upstairs first before slowly making his way into Romans room. Its sealed shut, he pushes carefully trying not to draw attention. He swears he can hear a silent struggle. Finally, something shimmies on the other side falling to the ground, he opens the door using his light to see. A light shuffling in the corner catches his eye, he turns practically dropping his things.

“Virge?” Roman croaks. He sits huddled in the corner, a hand over his stomach, another covering the bright light shining in his eyes. Virgil wastes no time kneeling in front of the judge. “I always thought I'd be the knight in shining armor coming to save the prince” Roman jokes, clearly delirious.

“You're bleeding” Virgil realizes, Romans hand is applying pressure on his stomach. Blood oozes through the cracks of his fingers, his eyes barely stay open. Roman laughs immediately seizing through his teeth, the pain runs through. “Ok, come on” Virgil wraps his arm carefully around Romans waist, silently apologizing. Roman tries his best to stand but relies almost entirely on Virgil for support. Virgil goes to take a step but Roman can't, collapsing with just enough space for Virgil to set him down. “So that's not going to work” He mumbles, Roman can feel Virgil's hands tremble in his own.

“You're scared” He notes, his eyes closed at this point. Virgil scoffs.

“Of course I'm fucking scared Roman! You're bleeding out, there's a violent person in your house, cops are surrounding your house!” He shouts Roman slaps him softly.

“Loud, way too loud” He chides, Virgil avoids his eyes knowing the judge is right. “M’fine, let's go” He decides, opening up his eyes grabbing onto Virgil again. Virgil fights to stay balanced as he goes again, knowing Romans not here to argue. He also knows Roman doesn't have time to argue, not with the loopy state of the judge. Once stable, lightly they make their way out of the room, checking the hall is safe.

“You doing ok?” Virgil checks as they huddle close together down the stairs, he wishes he had paid more attention to Romans answer, or lack thereof. “Ro?” Virgil asks as they reach the bottom, he turns to him noticing the limp state. He also notices he's basically carrying the man. “Dammit” He grunts rushing into the kitchen, keeping his steps light. The warm blood still flowing out of Roman is enough to make Virgil gag.

“Hey” Remy whispers joining the pair, his eyes growing wide at the sight Roman. “Oh my god… is h-” His words cut off by a violent noise as something tumbles into the kitchen. Too dark to see, both detectives ready themselves, back to back. Their guns aimed at both kitchen entrances, the patterning of tiny feet growing louder. An ‘oof’ noise coming from Roman, they both turn to exhale breaths of relief, Ollie sits atop Roman licking his face. Remy chuckles before turning to the entrance. “I'll keep watch, you make sure he's ok” Virgil nods.

“Virge, I think you're pretty nifty” Roman comments as Virgil tends to his wounds as best he can. Virgil chuckles rolling his eyes playfully. He uses a damp cloth to wipe Romans forehead, removing any soot or dried blood. “Don't laugh at me” He pouts, Ollie stands brave by the judge's side.

“Never princey, never” Virgil promises, holding a wad of towels to the stomach wound. That won't do, he thinks. “Rem, we gotta get him out of here or…” Virgil would rather not finish his sentence, Remy gives a brisk nod understanding. He takes one more look out the entrance before aiding Virgil, taking place on Romans other side. “Just to the door, that's all we need to do” Virgil licks his lips, they're unmistakably dry.

“Ready?” Remy cocks his head towards his partner.

“Set” Virgil takes a deep breath his eyes aimed at the door.

“Arf!” Ollie barks, ready to charge with the trio. Virgil and Remy share a glance before setting off. They avoid anything that might make noise, reaching the door easily. Still supporting Roman, Virgil pushes the door open, shoving Remy and Roman through first Ollie squeezing in after them. He hears Haley shouting commands towards the officers. The aching his heart resembles when the medics peel Roman away from Virgil is almost too much. But having to watch the ambulance drive away without him was worse.

~~~

“Nothing too drastic, we got him into surgery just in time” The doctor explains leading a very worried Virgil to Romans room. “He should be resting, but well…” The doctor eyes the room, Virgil releases a breath he hadn't realized he was holding at the sight of Roman flirting with the nurse. “He insisted he was fine, he's all yours” The doctor squeezes Virgil's shoulder, and it takes everything in his power not to cringe away from the man.

“Thanks” Virgil slides open the door making his way into the room. Roman finishes his latest quest to be the most loved man on the planet turning to Virgil. His smile is like no other, even though the pain is clear as his face morphs. Virgil should feel relieved but something else washes over him.

“If it isn't my favorite detective, Vigil Terrible was it?” Roman teases, as if everything is ok. Virgil slides the door closed, his hands gaining increasingly sweatier. Its not ok, the countless tubes hanging out of Roman, the IV drip attached to the man, the bruises on his face, all indicate otherwise. “Virge, I was kidding…” Roman assures seeing Virgil's blank stare.

“You almost died, you know that right?” Virgil jumps right in, approaching Romans bed. Roman shifts uncomfortably in his spot, his smile faltering. “As in, bleeding out, unconscious, death” He pushes further if it's for him or the judge Virgil isn't sure. Roman knows it's not aimed at him, or at least he hopes.

“But I didnt...you saved me” Roman gives him a sad smile, Virgil scoffs. “As cliche as that is, it's true”

“It's my job” Virgil reminds, although he wouldn't disobey Haleys orders for anyone, he wasn't telling Roman that.

“Be that as it may, you still did it, and I'm fine so…” Roman waits for something, anything to tell him how Virgil feels. But he can't let it go, something is itching at the detective clearly. No matter how many ‘Im fines’ Roman conjures or how many doctors say otherwise, Virgil needs more.

“What about Damian” He blurts, he's not sure where it came from. Roman sits up now, his eyes wide. The feelings and thoughts running him through him are incomprehensible. No words explain the jumble of things.

“Damian's not my kid” He claims, funny. He always assumed Virgil would be the one to set that boundary, he didn't want to but if it would calm Virgil down.

“No your right, only when it's convenient right? Not when he's scared, or lonely, or has questions I can't answer. Not then right? You only act like…” He trails off, pacing around the room.

“Virgil what is this really about? Cause right now you're not making any sense” Roman argues, ignoring the pain his side shoots through him. He waits for a retort, another fiery remark from the detective.

“I don't know! Ok? I'm just...worried” Virgil's voice, in layman's terms, sounds so defeated. Romans poise softens as he ushers Virgil to come to him. Virgil obliges, putting on an annoyed front as he sits in front of the judge. “You didn't see you ok? You were...bleeding and…” Roman tilts his head softly.

“Yeah but I'm fine now” He repeats for what seems like the millionth time that day. “Look, I've got a steady heartbeat” He points to the monitor, Virgil listens intently to the stable pattern. Waiting for some drastic change, but it stays, its constant. He stops shaking, he silently begs for Roman to continue. Roman nods picking up “My wounds stopped bleeding” He lifts his gown showing the surgical remains of his stomach cut. Virgil traces it with his fingers, the cold sending a shiver through Roman, nothing he can't handle.

“Sorry!” Virgil pulls away, Roman takes his hand.

“Its fine, but god are you a corpse V?” Roman asks squeezing different areas of Virgil's hands. “You're freezing.” Virgil grasps his hand back, swatting Roman away. They share a quick amused smile. Roman leads Virgil's hand to his own face, showing him the already healing bruises. Roman goes to say more but in true dramatic fashion, is quickly interrupted.

“Patton! I told you they would be here!” Logan calls out, appearing in the doorway. Virgil jumps out of the bed moving away from Roman. Roman shuts his eyes, wincing away from the disappointment. A smile appears on his face as Logan, followed by Patton enters the room.

“Roman, oh my gosh!” Patton cries examining the judge. He turns to Virgil then back to Roman. “What on earth happened?” He asks, sitting where Virgil once sat. Logan moves into the room sliding the door closed, Virgil eyes the pair, specifically Patton, afraid of what he might do. “May I?” He inquires softly, Roman nods. Patton checks Romans face, turning it carefully as he looks at the wounds.

“Some guy broke into his house” Virgil informs, Logan listens intently. “They searched the house after Ro left but he was nowhere to be found” Patton shakes his head disapprovingly.

“I'm so sorry you had to go through that, we got the text and we were so worried” Patton rushes, cupping Romans face lovingly. He hadn't realized how nice it felt until Patton pulled away his hand. Unlike Virgil, Patton's hands were warm, almost burning hot. As he reassesses Patton's words he shares a look with Virgil.

“We?” They recite in unison, both raising their eyebrows. Patton's blush is instantly recognizable, Roman laughs as the lawyer faces away from Logan.

“Patton and his children obviously,” Logan says not understanding the obvious teasing that takes place. Roman concurs mockingly, shoving Patton playfully. “Speaking of children” Logan mumbles as to quick feet are heard outside of the room.

“Roman!” Remus and Valerie exclaim together as they run into the room. Patton stands to scoop them up before they jump onto the judge. Roman and Virgil laugh at Pattons expectant look, clearly a common theme for the twins.

“Careful” Is all he says as he places them gently on Romans bed. Virgil feels a tug at his stomach wishing Damian was present. The little boy would be incredibly mad at Virgil for NOT bringing him. He shakes his head taking his leave, not giving Roman a second look.

The twins take turns very carefully hugging an unfortunately distracted Roman. Virgil might not have given the judge another glance but Roman was watching him the entire time.

~~~

“Did you do it?” the dark voice carries, the timid man is almost too afraid to speak. “Answer me” He wastes no time, he doesn't like waiting.

“N-no...the detective showed up b-before I could finish the job” He mutters, his words tripping over themselves. A crash can be heard through the room, vibrating into silence.

“I don't like failure” The voice seems closer now, the man clings to the door. “You failed me, twice now, and I don't do...failure” No no no no, the man begs silently. “Kill him”

The screams buried under a mountain of murder.

“The lawyer and the judge” The voice informs a new body “I want them taken out, do you understand?”

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mytholora · 5 years ago

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do you hear my heart beating

Fandom: Mamamoo

Rated: T

Pairings: Moonsun

Characters: Solar, Moonbyul, Wheein, Hwasa

Summary: Yongsun knows she’s an idiot but she’d thought herself to be an idiot with good ideas.

Yongsun knows she’s an idiot but she’d thought herself to be an idiot with good ideas.

They’re in a seedy club at some inhumane hour of the morning. Byulyi has somehow managed to convince her to go even though she’s got a paper due tomorrow and hasn’t washed her hair in 3 days.

“ISN’T THIS AMAZING?” Byulyi yells over the crowd of people wildly bumping their bodies into each other and the blaring music. It’s humid. Yongsun’s sure she’s stepped on something gross. At least 2 people have tried grinding on her, she doesn’t know. What she does know is that Byulyi’s holding her hand tight and she’s about to spontaneously combust.

“It’s really loud in here!”

“WHAT? WHAT DID YOU SAY?” Byul makes a pained face at her, stretching back to hear her better.

“WHAT Oh—never mind.” Yongsun sighs, realising that no matter how loud she shouts, Byulyi can’t hear her over the loud music. How is she supposed to flirt with Byulyi if they can’t even hear each other? Another body falls on her and Yongsun is this close to biting someone’s ear off. She grunts under the weight of a clearly inebriated body and struggles to push him back on his feet. Of course this fucking caveman has to fall on me, of all the people in this hellcave.

Suddenly, Byulyi appears in front of her and pushes the man off her.

“Hey, watch where you’re falling, asshole!” Byulyi snarls, anger flaring in her eyes, arms holding Yongsun closely, tightly, and Yongsun feels her face heat up as she presses herself closer to Byulyi’s frame.

“Thanks, bodyguard,” Yongsun breathes out.

“WHAT?”

“I said thanks!”

“WHAT?”

“Forget it!”

“...WHAT?”

“LET’S JUST GO!”

“I can’t hear you, let’s just go!” Byulyi pulls her arm to signal her to start moving and they start wading through the swamp of people once more. A light bulb flickers to life above Yongsun’s head instantly. They can barely hear themselves in the noise, much less each other. It’s an opportunity falling on her lap and Yongsun’s damned if she won’t take it.

She clears her throat. “Your hands really turn me on.”

Byulyi doesn’t even turn around to look at her, just keeps pushing forward through the crowd. Yongsun bites back laughter and squeezes Byulyi’s hand. She turns around at that, tilting her head in slight confusion, face sporting a grin. Yongsun shakes her head and they continue moving as glee at the prospect of what she can do in her current situation fills her up.

Walking deeper in still, the club gets louder and darker even though Yongsun didn’t think it was possible mere minutes ago.

“Hey, hot ass lady holding my hand,” Yongsun tries. “Could we go get some drinks before hitting the dance floor?” No reaction.

“You sexy beast. Hold me tight. Grab my tiddies and drag me into a kiss.”

Nothing. If Byulyi can hear her, she doesn’t show any indication that she does.

It’s even better than I thought, Yongsun thinks incredulously. She gives a tug to the hand that’s holding hers.

“Can we get a drink first?” She asks in her normal voice, not even trying to compete against the noise. Byulyi frowns and leans closer, lips forming a ‘what’. Yongsun smiles and gestures towards what distinctly looks like a bar and tilts her head back to mimic the act of drinking. Byulyi perks up, nods, and they head off to a new destination.

It’s a little quieter at the bar, the air still shaking with heavy bass, but Yongsun can actually hear her own thoughts now. A familiar beautiful woman with a smouldering gaze is already waiting for them at the bar, an eyebrow raised, and Yongsun fights back a blush when the woman glances between Byulyi and herself as they walk towards her.

“Surprise!” Byulyi yells and almost leaps across the counter to wrap the woman in a hug.

“How did you manage to find me? I barely started working, like, two days ago!” Hyejin laughs, arms going around to return the hug before pulling Yongsun into another smothering one.

“I have my sources!” Byulyi says and Hyejin rolls her eyes.

“Wheein! Of course.”

“Where is she anyway? She owes me 15 bucks!” Hyejin motions to somewhere behind her and not even a moment later, a young dimpled girl appears beside Hyejin and squeals, dragging all four of them into a group huddle.

“HELL YEAH! The gang’s back together for a night of booze and bad decisions!” She jumps around excitedly and Yongsun feels her heart melt at the sight. She glances at Hyejin and Byulyi and she’s sure she’s not the only one. They are all soft for Wheein and her bubbly energy.

“Making bad decisions won’t be a problem with how fucking LOUD this place is! Are the speakers busted or something?” Yongsun winces as the music somehow gets louder than before, a remix of some top 10 EDM song reverberating in her skull.

“We don’t really know why but the other bartenders tell us it’s the DJ! He always plays the music this loud just cuz it ‘sets him in the mood’!” Wheein explains and Byulyi rolls her eyes.

“What an asshole.”

“Right?! Most of the DJs we’ve met here are really nice but he’s the only one that’s a big meanie! Just earlier tonight he…” Wheein launches into a story and Byulyi listens attentively, straining her neck forward to pick up on Wheein’s excited chatter. Hyejin quickly fills up two mugs with some cheap beer for them and is off to respond to a customer calling for her. Byulyi sends a wink her way as thanks before focusing her attention back onto Wheein and her flailing arms.

Yongsun adores that part of Byulyi that is so attentive and pays attention to details. The one that tries her best to be inclusive. The one with so much kindness and care in her heart. It was a quality that attracted so many of her friends to her and helped her to easily make more.

“I love you so much,” Yongsun stares at Byulyi and the words slip out before she can stop it. A spike of anxiety stabs her before realising that it is too loud for anyone to pick up what she’s saying. “That jacket looks great around you but you know what would look better? Me.”

Byulyi doesn't react. She’s still listening attentively to Wheein’s enthusiastic storytelling. It’s a chance she can’t miss.

“You funky lesbian, why the fuck are you so perfect, huh? Wanna fight? Wanna sit on my face? I dare you. I’m so in love with you. I’m not even joking. I would lay my life down for you like a knight for her queen, except like, I don’t wanna die, so maybe not. I’d fight a man for you, though. I’d choke all the men in the world for you. Fuck, you look so good. Marry me.”

Yongsun is on a roll, spitting out cheesy compliments and flirty pick-up lines. She says it to no-one in particular, keeping her eyes on the hyper duo next to her as she nurses her drink in one hand.

That is, until she realises her phone has been incessantly buzzing in her pocket. It’s enough to get her to take it out and look through her notifications.

Hyegi: oi

Hyegi: im on the other side

Hyegi: bitch dont ignore me look here

Hyegi: are u talking to yourself or smth wat the fuck

Hyegi: who you talking to

Hyegi: oh my god

Hyegi: SKJSHDSJFH

Hyegi: omg u hopeless gay

Hyegi: sit on your face???

Hyegi: yong pls

Hyegi: pls do not start fighting here i dont wanna be fired

Hyegi: im begging you pls stop

Hyegi: o fuk that’s so NSFW im gagging

Hyegi: bicth

Hyegi: thicc byulssy???? UVE GONE TOO FAR

Hyegi: HELLO!! LOOK HERE ASSHOLE!!!

Yongsun is absolutely mortified. Her eyes quickly dart to where Hyejin is leaning against the counter a few metres away, smoothly typing away on her phone, as if she didn’t just ruin Yongsun’s entire night in a few texts. Hyejin glances up to look at her and smirks. Yongsun's fight or flight response is fully activated and screaming at her to somehow knock Hyejin unconscious and make her lose all memory of tonight.

Yong: FUCK

Yong: dkjfhsljdfh

Yong: what the fuck

Hyegi: calm down

Yong: im gonna fukcking

Yong: what the FUCK

Hyegi: CHILL i wont tell

Yong: i will die on the spot if you do

Hyegi: please dont

Yong: DIE you hear me

Hyegi: I WONT I SWEAR

Yong: this whole time

Yong: how

Yong: did you bug me with a mic

Hyegi: what?? no i can lip read

Yong: how? since when??? what the fuck

Hyegi: took a course back in college

Yong: why

Hyegi: i wanted to be a spy

Yong: uh

Yong: ok

Yong: anyway pls dont spill

Hyegi: chillax i wont. I got u babe

Yong: thanks ily

Hyegi: ily too

Hyegi: also u are one giant horndog u know that?? fuckin intense!!

Yong: and what about it? she’s hot. im hot. we’re perfect for each other

Hyegi: LMAO right so why u seducing thin air

Yong: im just

Yong: building up my offense u know

Yong: training to fight fire with fire

Hyegi: by talking to the air

Yong: im TRAINING u fool

Yong: im like zuko and she’s azula because im gonna take her down

Yong: except we’re not siblings and i wanna date her

Hyegi: fuck u dont ruin that show for me

Yong: im not supporting incense im just saying they were both hot

Hyegi: incense im its incest u illiterate

Hyegi: ok look if i give u another drink on the house will u PLEASE shut the fuck up

Yong: a nicer one please

Yong: thanks

Yong: also zutara should have been endgame

Hyegi: dont test me because i will throw this drink in ur face

Yongsun laughs and looks up only to see Wheein gone and Byulyi staring at her and smiling. She feels her heart jump out her chest and tries to not let it show. She raises an eyebrow and Byulyi shakes her head and takes another swig of her now finished beer. Hyejin walks up to them with Yongsun’s drink on the house.

“Hey, how come she gets another one?!” Byulyi pouts, shifting closer to Yongsun and her new drink.

“What can I say? I’m a natural charmer!” Yongsun shrugs, a teasing lilt in her voice, which makes Byulyi pout even more. Hyejin rolls her eyes and walks away. Yongsun realises that it’s just her and Byulyi now. She clears her throat uncomfortably, unprepared to face Byulyi one-on-one, despite all the ‘training’ she’s undergone.

“Holy shit, I love this song! For a shitty DJ, he’s got pretty good taste in music!” Byulyi perks up. She gets off her chair and sways to the song now playing through the speakers. Yongsun watches awkwardly as Byulyi dances without a care in front of her.

She thinks she’s disassociating. In another dimension.

Byulyi? Sexy dancing in front of her as she sits and watches? Not even trying to escape? Absolutely unheard of.

She’d already be running for the hills on a normal day.

I’m too fucking gay for this shit. Is this happening? Is this really happening? What the fuck.

Yongsun doesn’t budge an inch on her seat, doesn’t even grab her drink. Her eyes watch Byulyi intensely, expression unchanging as the younger girl dances without a care in the world, unaware of the quickly deteriorating mess that is Yongsun’s sanity. Byulyi’s eyes lock with hers and she feels something important escape her body.

Her phone buzzes again and again and Yongsun forces herself to tear her eyes away from the spectacle that is Byulyi and respond to it.

Hyegi: u lesbian

Hyegi: SHUT UP ur sex eyes are so obvious

Hyegi: U look like u are one blink away from pushing her down!! Fuck

Hyegi: i cant deal with this

Hyegi: remember to use protection xoxo hwasa

Yongsun rolls her eyes. Her phone buzzes again. What now?

---

Wheenie: byul-unnie

Wheeinie: i got him to play the song u wanted

Wheeinie: r u sure dis will work

Wheeinie: make sure u do wat we discussed

Wheeinie: unnie u luk v intense

Wheeinie: ya work those sexy moves

Wheein: sway ur hips more!! bat ur eyes!!

Wheeinie: she looks turned on as fUK keep doing it

Wheeinie: lmao she’s looking here?? move closer

Wheeinie: get more in her face!! blast ur hormones! show her ur willing and ready!!!

Wheeinie: wait

Wheeinie: OH FUCK

from this shitpost of mine

after more than a year here i am...... my measly attempt at comedy..

comments r appreciated and criticism even more so because i get turned on by both

#mamamoo #moonset #moonbyul #solar #wheein #hwasa #humour #humor #moowritings #had this saved in my drafts and forgot to post it???#mamamoo fanfic

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the-ice-charmer · 5 years ago

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Confessions of a Drunk Avenger (Bucky x reader)

This is my first fanfiction. I don’t think it’s that good but I tried. Lol.

(Y/N) goes out with the girls and they end up playing a game of Never have I ever. They end up getting very drunk and (Y/N) makes a confession to a certain Super Soldier.

Just another day in the Avengers tower. Everyone was in the living room doing their own thing. Pietro was watching Vision and Wanda on the smaller couch across the room. They were talking and bring all cute. Tony and Bruce were doing some experiments while Rhodey watched, possibly to make sure they didn’t create another killer robot that wants humanity dead. Natasha and Clint were looking at pictures of baby Nathaniel. Peter was doing his math homework with a little help from (Y/N). Sam was playing on his phone since no one wanted to play pool with him. Thor was stuffing his face with pop tarts and as usual, Loki had his nose in a book. Steve was embracing his artistic side since there was no immediate threat to the world. Bucky just sat on a chair watching Friends that (Y/N) had suggested he watch. Bucky hadn’t been there long, only a few months. He reconnected with Steve and was starting to feel like himself with every day that went past. He and (Y/N) clicked right away, no matter what he had done in the past or however many times he almost killed her after his night terrors, she never once looked at him any differently than she did the day before. (Y/N) and Steve were the only ones that.

(Y/N) helped him adjust to the 21st century and he became her best friend instantaneously.

"I'm so bored" Pietro groaned.

"Let's play a game" Wanda added.

"What do you think (Y/N)?" Steve asked.

She wasn’t paying attention. She was too busy looking at Peter’s homework to notice everyone staring at her.

“(Y/N)!” Tony shouted

“What?” she asked as she looked around

“Do you have any ideas what game we should play?” asked Steve

“Nope. Besides, don’t you guys have reports to fill? Ooh, I was thinking about a girls night out though. Sharon and Hill are in. Nat, you in?”

“Yeah. You know me. Not one to turn down a night out.” She replied

“Yeah okay. What about you Wanda?”

“Yeah, sure. Sounds fun.”

“Pep?” asked (Y/N)

“Yeah okay. I could use a break from babysitting.” She said

“Hey!” Pouted Tony

(Y/N) rolls her eyes.

“This is gonna be so fun. Dress to impress girls.”

They got up and left the room.

"Oh God Buck. You like her don't you?” asked Steve

"What? I-I don't know what you're talking about."

"Uh huh, okay”

“Shut it, Punk I don’t love her. Do I? I mean yeah she makes me happy and I like spending time with her but love. Even if I did would she even feel the same way... Bucky thought. Maybe he did love her.

BAR

Later that night (Y/N), Pepper, Maria, Nat, and Wanda are at a bar not far from the tower.

“Hey Cindy. Can we have some shots here? Whiskey” said (Y/N) “Let’s play Never have I ever”

“Oooh. Yes, we haven’t played for ages.” Said Nat excitedly clapping her hands.

“Okay. A shot for all the ones you have done. Sound good?” asked (Y/N), they nodded “Who’s first?”

“I’ll go.” Said Maria “Never have I ever sent a dirty text to the wrong person.”

(Y/N) is the only one who takes a shot.

“Oh my God, (Y/N).” Said Wanda

“What? I’m the only one who did that?” she asked looking to the others.

“Obviously.” Nat laughed

“Okay, Wanda. Your turn.” Said Maria

“Okay, umm, never have I ever had to fake it” said Wanda.

Everyone takes a shot.

“Yup we’ve all been there.” Said (Y/N)

“Okay, (Y/N), your turn.” Said Wanda

“Okay, Never have I ever done it in a public place.” Said (Y/N)

Everyone takes a shot.

“Wanda!” they yelled surprised.

“What?” she asked

“Looks like you’re not so innocent after all, Wanda” said Nat

“Pepper, your turn.” Said (Y/N)

“I got a good one, never have I ever done it on a kitchen counter.” Said Pepper

(Y/N), Pepper and Maria take a shot.

“Oh my God, we are learning a lot about each other tonight.” Said Nat “My turn. Never have I ever had a crush on a fellow Avenger.”

Everyone takes a shot.

“Big shock, (Y/N) took a shot.” Said Wanda

“What?” asked (Y/N)

“We all know you have a crush on a certain super soldier.” Said Pepper

“I don’t” said (Y/N) shaking her head.

“Yeah she does, even Steve knows.” Said Sharon as she walked in

“Oh yay. Fury finally let you go.” Said (Y/N) sarcastically

“Hey Sharon, your turn. We’re playing Never have I ever.” Said Wanda

“Cool. Hope I didn’t miss much.” Said Sharon

“Oh no, just Wanda is so innocent as she makes out. If Pietro was here he’d be having a fit.” Said (Y/N)

“Okay. I’ve got one if you haven’t done it already. Never have I ever been in handcuffs.” Said Sharon

Nat, Maria, Sharon and (Y/N) take a shot.

“If your dad was here.” Pepper laughed pointing at (Y/N)

“Back to Maria.” Said (Y/N)

“Okay, Never have I ever given or received a lap dance.”

Pepper, (Y/N) and Maria take a shot.

“Aww no. gross.” Said (Y/N) “You gave my father a lap dance?”

“Nope.” Said Pepper

“What!” everyone screamed whilst laughing

“Tony gave you a lap dance?” asked Sharon, and Pepper just nodded not being able to speak because of her laughter.

“Oh my God. Perfect blackmail.” Said Nat

Everyone laughed for 4 minutes straight.

“Okay my turn now we can breathe. Never have I ever had a friends with benefits.” Said Wanda

Sharon, (Y/N) and Maria take a shot.

“Oh my God.” Said Pepper

“A girl has gotta eat right?” asked (Y/N)

Maria and Sharon agree with her.

“My turn. Never have I ever made out with someone of the same sex.” Said (Y/N)

“Cheers.” Said Sharon

(Y/N) and Sharon clinked their glasses together.

(Y/N) and Sharon take a shot.

“You two?” asked Nat with a raised eyebrow looking between the two.

(Y/N) and Sharon just giggled.

“Oh God. Steve and Bucky’s heads would explode. If their girls made out with each other.” Said Pepper

“I’m not even with Bucky.” Said (Y/N)

“But you want to be.” Said Sharon

“Yes. Okay I’m in love with him, happy now?” asked (Y/N)

“My turn. Never have I ever fallen in love at first sight.” Said Pepper

(Y/N) and Sharon take a shot.

They carry on playing for another hour before heading back to the tower. Needless to say. They were a little drunk.

3 hours later the boys saw the girls stumbling out the elevator. Laughing their heads off. Sharon is the least drunk having not started at the same time and Pepper not being as wild as the rest of them was also pretty sober.

Wanda, (Y/N) and Nat walked out of the elevator singing Eminem’s Without me.

‘Guess who’s Back. Back again. Ladies back, warn your friends’

“That doesn’t sound right.” Said (Y/N) scrunching her face as if she was deep in thought, until she spotted Tony “Daddy bear.” She hugged him

“Yes sweet pea?” asked Tony as he hugged her back. She pulled away.

“You and Mama get up to some pretty funky shit.” She said pointing at him

Clint laughs. “Like what?”

“Well, Mama said that he gave her…” she was cut off by Pepper’s hand over her mouth making her voice muffled.

“We were playing never have I ever.” Nat babbled

“Let me go. Ooh look.” She said pointing at Bucky as she stumbled over to sit next to him on the couch but ended up in his lap.

(Y/N) touched Bucky's face and pulled him.

“Hey you look like this really sexy guy I know. Hehehe.” She looks to Steve “Where is my Buckybear anyway?”

“Actually (Y/N), I’m—” Bucky started to say before he was cut off by a hand.

“Woah he even sounds like him too. Ooh and has Bucky’s cool metal arm.” She said as she poked it and giggled “Wait. Were HYDRA mean to you too? Did they hurt you too? They hurt my Bucky. Bucky’s my best friend and I love him I just wish there was something I can do to help him. Where is he anyway? Is he in trouble? Is he upset?”

"No he’s fine. Probably just missed you" He replied trying to hold in a laugh that threatened to escape his lips.

“I doubt that, he so sexy he can get any girl he wants. No way he’d be with me.” Bucky couldn’t believe it when she said that. Did she honestly think she wasn’t good enough for him?

“Any guy would be lucky to be with you, (Y/N) and Bucky is lucky to have you.” Bucky said

“Hehehe. Bucky lucky, that rhymes. You should be a puppet.” (Y/N) said tapping his nose

“You mean a poet?” asked Bucky

“Oh yeah you’re right. You’re very smart. You’re like a Smarticle Particle” she laughed

Steve looked at Sam and laughed mouthing ‘What does that mean?’ Sam just shrugged as Bucky rolled his eyes.

“Can I tell you a secret? Big secret.” She indicates with her hands “Does it count as a secret if like 7 people know about it? Anyway as long as Buckybear never knows. I love him. Like really love him, his name too. James. It’s so sexy. I don’t get why he doesn’t like it. His arm is so cool literally like when I’m really hot I like to cuddle it but he don’t like touching me with it in case he – uh he--.” (Y/N) yawns and then falls asleep on Bucky’s shoulder as he sits there in shock.

“Did she just-? What happened.” asked Bucky

“She just confessed her feelings to you Buck.” Said Steve

“Crap, she’s gonna kill us.” Said Sharon looking to Pepper

"I never thought she'd love me too." Bucky said

"Ha, I knew it." Said Steve

“We all knew it. She wasn’t exactly subtle about it.” Said Nat

"So what are we gonna do when she wakes up?" asked Bucky

"Well she probably won't remember all this but hopefully now you'll finally ask her out." Said Sharon

"I hope so.” He replied with a big smile on his face.

“Not without my permission, Tin man.” Said Tony

“Tony, come on. She’s 24 years old and capable of making her own decisions. And she’s more than capable to protect herself.” Said Pepper

The next morning (Y/N) woke up on her bed. She couldn’t remember ever going to bed or changing for that matter. She groaned as the bright morning sun spilt through her bedroom. Her eyes having to adjust to the harsh light. After they had, she got up and showered.

After her shower she headed downstairs and everyone stopped and stared at her.

“What?” she asked

“Are you hungover?” asked Pietro

“Screw you Pietro.” She replied

“Maybe later, princessa.” He winked. She rolled her eyes and went into the kitchen to get a glass of water and take a few painkillers. She come back in with the glass of water and sat beside Sharon opposite Bucky.

“Shaz. Why is everybody staring at me? What did you guys do?”

“It’s not what we did sweetie.” Said Pepper

“Okay what did I do? Give a stranger a lap dance or something.” The girls exchanged a few glances to each other before Steve answered for them “Not a stranger.”

(Y/N) furrowed her eyebrows “How would you know you weren’t there?” asked (Y/N)

“Actually it’s what you did when we come back here.” Said Nat

“What-”

“You told Barnes that you loved him.” Said Pietro earning a smack from his sister “Ow”

(Y/N) got up and ran out back to her room.

She went to the furthest corner and curled up into a ball crying. Would this crumble the friendship they had?

She was pulled out of her thoughts when there was a knock at her door.

“Go away.” She yelled

“(Y/N), it’s me.” She gasps Bucky “Can I come in?”

“Fine.” She said

Bucky slowly opened the door and looked around the room for her. When he found her he gently made his way over to her. He slowly held out his hand for you to take and placed the other hand on your waist pulling you into a hug. He pulled away and placed his finger under your chin and lifted your head up so you were looking at him.

"(Y/N), I need to know... I need to know if what you said last night is true."

She just stared into his eyes for a long time before looking away.

"Doll please, please, please tell me." He was practically begging.

"Yes." She mumbled

"What?"

"Yes Bucky I really truly love you. I know it's crazy you’re my best friend and you prob-"

Before she could finish Bucky connected his lips to hers. It was soft and sweet. So much better than she ever imagined it could be. She let a hand play with his hair lightly as his arms were around her waist. Bucky was her first real kiss and her best friend. She never thought she would fall in love, let alone with her best friend.

She opened her chocolate eyes to see his smile lighting up her room.

“In case it wasn’t obvious, doll. I feel the same way.” He said

#bucky x reader #x reader #buckybarnes #avengers #avengers tower #starksdaughter #tonystarksdaughter #confessionsofadrunkavenger

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the-witch-of-roses · 6 years ago

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Julerose [ Juleka X Rose ] Headcaons

I think I want to do more stuff for Miraculous Ladybug as well as my own original work to take a break from DC. Creative juices have been running low but probs once new series have been started Ill write stories for them.

Notes- These are my own personal headcanons that might not match up with the show! Please be warned that it’s been very long since I've watched the first few episodes and as a result, some things may not make sense. I have headcanons for how their relationship started but if you just want to skip to when they are already in a relationship, skip past the break. Btw it is 2am and I am sick so I'm sorry for messiness and all the errors but I felt like this so who am I to judge.

PS: Don't like these funky little lesbians purely because you hate lesbians and not because you dislike the character/the relationship? Get off my blog :)

- Things started to blossom when Rose was akumatized [ Princess Fragrance ] and Juleka was her support afterward

- The two had been close friends up to that point and Juleka started to think of something more when she became jealous of Rose’s crush and even mad at the prince afterward because she blames him for Rose’s akumization

- The same time she was grasping her feelings was when Rose also realized

- Rose had support from all her friends but she felt close to Juleka in a certain way and suddenly all she could focus on was how Juleka’s laugh was rare yet beautiful, how she plays guitars as easily as breathing and how she does makeup like a professional

- With both of them being shy and unsure no way made a move much to the confusion and amusement of their friends which constantly tried to get them to interact more which always seemed to backfire

- When Juleka was being treated badly by Chloe it led to Rose sticking up for her and speaking out against Chloe and when Juleka was akumatized [ Reflekta ] Rose only worried about her

- Finally, the two got to talking and a late night confession led to them dating

- For whatever reason?? They thought their friends wouldn't be accepting?

- They kept it secret, nothing seemed changed at school besides there would be a lot more touching through constant hugs and holding hands under a table

- They all knew

- They knew before Juleka and Rose knew

- No one even had to say anything it was a mutual understanding from everyone

- The two dated in secret before finally going public by an accident when the two were spotted getting Andre’s special ice cream [ Glaciator ]

- A selfie from Alya and Nino had the two sitting next to each other with Rose having her legs in Juleka’s lap and the two sharing a strawberry and lavender ice cream [ aka pink and purple ]

- They were so concerned about the reactions of their friends only to be reassured and told that their friends have been trying to get them together ever since they showed mild interest

- Funnily enough, Luka and Juleka’s mother didn’t find out until the boat party [ Captain Hardrock ] and while neither were upset they were surprised at never having a clue

-Next Headcanons Will Be About The actual Relationship-

- Rose can be considered way more edgy than Juleka

- Juleka’s aesthetic is tea on a rainy day and soft love songs with electric guitar

- Rose’s is heavy rock music with flower crowns and coffee so sweet it makes your teeth hurt

- Rose always offers Juleka a sip of her coffee but hates the taste of coffee while Rose loves it

- There’s a park by Rose’s house with a field full of flowers the two sit in

- Rose uses flowers to keep Juleka’s hair out of her face

- The two share a Tumblr with both posting music videos and Rose posting craft DIYs and Juleka posting makeup tutorials

-The page is called Jeweled Rose [ Rose’s name obv means rose but part of Juleka’s aka jule means jewel ]

- They have quite a following and support of their relationship

- Their followers call them “funky little lesbians”

- Rose gets easily cold but doesn't like to be a bother by telling people so Juleka has taken it upon herself to learn her body language so she takes off her overcoat and gives it to Rose

- Poor rose is drowned by it but shes warm

- Juleka wears a black lace shirt under it and when people first saw her without her classic jacket they were confused up until they saw rose walking around looking like she was wearing a blanket

- Juleka is by no means a controlling girlfriend but she is protective

- Everyone thinks she is the protective one because she defends Rose in public but honestly Rose more than once has had a “one on one” with someone if she thought they might hurt/were hurting her jewel

- Btw Rose calls Juleka her jewel and Juleka calls Rose her heart

- Rose speaks more in words while Juleka speaks in actions

- For example, Juleka learned sign language so Rose doesn't have to take her headphones off to talk as well as doing Rose’s makeup for events and getting her gifts just because

- Rose writes song after song for Juleka and calls her a ton of nicknames as well as posting and saying daily that she loves her

- Rose loves to compliment Juleka on things she can control, she sees no point in complimenting on things she can't [ hair color or eye color ] because of Juleka’s low self-esteem [ aka she compliments things Juleka works hard on and does to make her feel better about what she is doing ]

- Makeup is a huge thing, Rose used to know basic makeup stuff but she learned certain terms just so she could complement Juleka’s look in certain ways

- She always compliments her guitar playing too

- The two dance a lot especially in the field by Rose’s house

- The two dance with petals flying up around them and then when they get tired they listen to music together while Rose makes flower crowns and Juleka gathers flowers to dry and press to decorate her notebooks and room so she has a constant reminder of her dates with Rose

- The two found a bunny in the field one that was obviously a pet and not a wild one because not only did it come right up to them but it looked nothing like other wild rabbits

- Sure enough, the rabbit was found to be spayed when taken to the vet and after getting no response from found pet posters they kept the bunny and even though it’s at Rose’s place they consider it a mutual ownership

- They named her Dandelions and she's white and brown

#birdy writes #birdy's headcanons #juleka couffaine #rose lavillant #juleka x rose #rose x juleka #julerose #mircaulous ladybug #ml headcanon #i love my funky little lesbians

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starryeyed-char · 7 years ago

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On Your Marks

More of the YouTuber AU!!! Find this series here on my AO3.

This is more fluff, but don’t worry I have a lot of angsty plans for this, too. Plus, lots of unrelated things coming up are also full of angst. So look forward to that, I guess. Or don’t, depending on how you look at it.

This particular one-shot features Lance, Keith, and Hunk all making an appearance on Pidge’s channel, and the four of them play Mario Kart. As you can probably guess, they all take it pretty seriously. ...hopefully you won’t be confused if you’ve never played the game.

“Hello, fellow nerds, and welcome to Pidge Plays,” Pidge began in a deadpan voice, staring at the camera blankly. “Today we're playing a game from one of the most haunting periods of the human race— Lance's childhood.”

“Wow, what a great way to introduce guests on your channel, Pidge. I could learn a thing or two from you,” Lance said, with obvious false cheer.

“As you guys can see, I have visitors,” they swept their hand at the three other people seated on the couch. “Hunk and Lance's channels will be in the description, but don't check them out because they suck. Keith's not actually a YouTuber, but you guys seemed to want him here, anyway.”

“I only came because Lance said you needed a fourth player,” Keith muttered under his breath.

“If you, for some reason, neglected to read the title to this video, then we're playing Mario Kart!” Hunk finally spoke up, doing jazz hands. Pidge shot him an unimpressed glare.

“I could be continuing my Undertale Let's Play,” they grumbled. “But nooo! If I want to get invited to come bake with Hunk, I have to let you guys come into my house and play Wii!”

“Don't... don't you mean Wii U?”

“Keith, you poor uneducated swine,” Pidge started, earning a snort from Lance. “Yes, there is a Wii U version of Mario Kart. And I, naturally, am a beast at it. But the original Wii version is much better, so that's what we're playing.”

“I like the newer one better,” Keith claimed, sitting back on the couch with his arms crossed.

“Well, you're on my channel now, bitch,” Pidge declared with a grin. “And I'm not gonna let you do whatever the hell you want, unlike loverboy over here.”

Lance pointedly ignored their comment. “He just likes the newer one because we own it, and he's managed to beat me at it, like, once.”

“The Wii U version has underwater races, and parts where you get to fly!” Keith argued. “And more characters!”

“Keith Kogane, Mario Kart elitist,” Pidge said flatly.

“Sorry, Keith, but the original is way better. You'll see,” Hunk started up the game, going through the motions of the menu. “Solo or Team?”

“Keith and I make a pretty good team,” Lance smirked at his boyfriend. “But he never does anything.”

“We're doing solo races, asshats,” Pidge seized the Player One remote from Hunk as they said this, making the settings as hard as they could possibly go.

“I'm better at Battles,” Hunk informed them mournfully, as the character select screen appeared. He almost immediately chose Baby Mario, while Pidge's cursor was on Toad in a heartbeat. The two of them had clearly played this game numerous times before.

Lance stalled in favor of watching Keith with an amused expression.

“This is why we should've played the other one,” Keith grumbled. “The character I like to use isn't even here!”

“What, Shy Guy? With the creepy mask and red cloak?” Lance failed to repress a laugh. “Oh man, what a shame. You could just be Bowser instead. He's angry, and breathes fire. The villain of the story. Definitely gives off a you vibe, don't you think?”

Keith rolled his eyes, and selected a different character. “I'll just be him.”

“What the f—?! But Koopa Troopa is my character, Keith!”

“You don't have to censor yourself on my channel, Lance. I curse all the time,” Pidge assured him, stifling a laugh.

Keith looked like he was trying not to betray his own amusement. “You wanted me to be a turtle, didn't you?”

“Yes, but not my turtle!” Lance exclaimed, exasperated. He eyed the screen again, and sighed dramatically. “Pidge, can't you be Toadette? Toad is my second favorite, and they're basically the same.”

Pidge narrowed their eyes. “Fuck you. I'll be whatever gender mushroom person I want. If they're so similar, why don't you be Toadette?!”

Lance tapped a finger to his chin thoughtfully. “If I'm going to be a girl character, then it's go big or go home,” he decided, moving his cursor over to Rosalina. “Literally.”

“Oh, not Rosalina!” Hunk complained. “The star is so distracting, and not just for you, man!”

“The star is cool,” Lance insisted. “Besides, you guys forced me into this.”

Pidge nodded grudgingly. “As long as you're not Princess Peach. I've had enough of racing against her to last me a life time.”

At Lance's confused look, Hunk elaborated. “Shiro and Allura were here the other week to play this on a live-stream. Allura decided to play as Princess Peach, and she was... unusually good at the game, for a beginner.”

“So who was Shiro, then?” Keith asked curiously.

“Funky Kong,” Pidge supplied. “At least he made an effort to be ironic with his choice.”

Lance scoffed. “Why am I not surprised?”

“Hey, you're using Rosalina,” Pidge pointed out. “Anyway, what races should we do? There are four in a cup, so we all pick one.”

“Koopa Cape,” Lance said immediately. “It's the best one.” Pidge nodded appreciatively, and selected the race.

“So, what're we playing for, anyways?” Hunk asked as he maneuvered around a particularly sharp turn. “Other than just bragging rights?”

“Do we honestly need anything other than bragging rights?” Lance grinned as his character rocketed to the front of the pack.

“I was thinking that whoever loses has to pay for the pizza we get,” Pidge suggested. “Assuming you guys want pizza.”

“Now I wish we had pizza with us, like, right now,” Hunk complained. “But seems fair to me.”

“Are you guys serious?” Keith groaned. He was nearing the back after getting a false start. “That basically guarantees I'll be paying for it!”

“Don't you mean I'll be paying for it?” Lance glared at Keith before fixing his eyes on the screen once again. “This idiot didn't even remember bring his wallet, so I'm going to have to pay for him, as usual. Still love him though, even if he's completely hopeless.”

Keith slumped further into the couch, blushing.

“You two sicken me,” Pidge declared. “But, yeah, sorry Lance you'll probably end up paying. Ooh, hey, second lap!”

They didn't make it very far past the starting line again before Lance had bumped both Keith and Pidge off the side of the cliff, sending their racers into the water below.

“That's cheating!” Keith exclaimed angrily, turning his wheel so forcefully that his newly resurrected turtle drove directly into a wall.

Lance merely shrugged, still in first place. “Hey, don't look at me. You guys are the ones that decided to be small characters, and as a large character, I can easily knock you off the course. Not my problem.”

“How about I just knock you off the couch?” Pidge asked, kicking Lance in the back to send him onto the floor. They were somehow still in third place, even after dying.

“Hey!” Lance protested. “Real life interference is cheating!”

“Why don't you knock Hunk off?” Keith demanded, now managing to race backwards. He was quickly in last place. “He's the one in second, and Baby Mario is a small character, too! If I lose, you'll be the one paying!”

“You're going to lose anyway,” Lance pointed out. “And why would I ever knock Hunk off? I need him there to intercept all the items the computer tries to throw at me.”

“I feel so loved,” Hunk sighed. “Luckily, I keep getting bananas.”

“Intercept this,” Pidge said suddenly, and they all heard the telltale sound-effect of a blue shell taking flight.

“No!” Lance desperately zigzagged around the course, trying to race faster despite his lack of mushrooms, as if he could somehow outrun it. “But I had a lead! How could you do this to me, Pidge?”

Pidge just cackled in response as the winged shell exploded on Lance, giving them just enough time to pass both him and Hunk, winding up in first place. Pidge stood on the couch, holding their Wii remote up high.

“What's next?” Hunk asked, patting Lance on the back, who was still scowling into his bowl of chips.

Keith scanned the names of the races. “Well... Moonview Highway sounds kind of fun?”

“Absolutely not,” Pidge and Lance said at the exact same time.

“Keith hasn't played this version before, and therefore should be stripped of all voting rights,” Lance decided. “Moonview Highway is an abomination.”

“Not as bad as Grumble Volcano, but agreed,” Pidge nodded. “Hunk, you choose the next race.”

“Maple Treeway?”

Lance bolted straight up. “No. Pidge knows all these crazy shortcuts on that one! They'll destroy us all!”

“Too late. We're doing Maple Treeway. This is my channel, and if you don't like it, then go back to your own.”

“Rude,” Lance sniffed, but he picked up his controller and started racing anyways.

“If you think Pidge cheated, tell us in the comments,” Lance stage-whispered to the camera. They were still doing a victory dance around the living room in time with the music from the game. Pidge, of course, had won, with Lance and Hunk coming in second and third, respectively.

“I hate this game,” Keith mumbled. He came in twelfth place. Out of twelve.

“Let's do a Battle, then!” Hunk suggested. “Coin Runners! Lance and I against you two.”

“You're pairing me up with Keith?” Pidge squawked, incredulous. “He'll drag the team down. He won't be able to get a single coin! I'll lose for sure.”

“Hey!”

“You're more than capable of carrying the team, Pidge,” Lance waved a hand dismissively. “I might even go easy on you.” He winked at Keith, who promptly ignored him.

“We're the red team,” Keith decided, and Pidge nodded eagerly.

“That makes us blue, buddy,” Lance grinned at Hunk, and high-fived him. “We got this.”

Lance and Hunk won by a long-shot, as Hunk was much better at Battles than Pidge, and Keith was absolutely hopeless at steering. Pidge turned off the Wii before their victory ceremony, however, to prevent Lance from doing a dance of his own.

“Alright, well, screw my plans for next week,” Pidge decided, pointing in all of their faces. “You three are coming over again, along with Shiro and Allura. I demand a rematch, and we're doing it tournament style. The winner between us will play the two of them. Team Versus racing, and I refuse to team up with Keith.”

Lance dusted off his shoulders with a smirk. “Don't worry, Pidge, we'll—”

“I meant that I want to team up with Hunk,” Pidge interrupted bluntly, giving him a high five as they said so.

Lance clutched his chest. “I'm wounded!” Hunk smiled apologetically.

“Sorry, Lance,” Keith shrugged. “Guess you're stuck with me.”

“I always am,” he huffed, before leaning closer to his boyfriend and speaking in an exaggerated whisper. “Don't worry, Keith, my little sister still owns the game. We'll make sure you're actually somewhat decent at it by next week.”

“Can't wait,” Keith deadpanned, far from thrilled at the prospect of spending the next week racing against Lance's fifteen-year-old sister.

“So we're all in?” Pidge asked excitedly, and the three of them nodded.

“Believe me, I'd never miss a chance to destroy you guys at Mariokart,” Lance laughed, and stood to walk out the door. “Now, let's go get some pizza.”

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cutiesaeran · 8 years ago

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The Star in the SKY- Chapter 4

A Yoosung x Saeran College AU

CH 1 | Ch 2 | Ch 3 | Ch 5 | Ch 6 | Ch 7

“Please answer the following question in Arabic: who is fun to swing around and so fluffy when you hug her?”

“Seriously, Seven?” I knock on his door again, watching the red light of the camera blink at me steadily. A quiet yet shrill beep sounds at my voice, the small box locking the door denying my entry. What a surprise.

“Incorrect. You have one more attempt before countermeasures are taken.”

I have no interest in finding out what countermeasures the box is talking about, so I just grit my teeth and knock once more, loudly, hoping that someone will come open the door for me soon. “Seven, open up!” I flinch when my voice echoes loudly down the hallway, hoping that I’m not disturbing anyone other than, hopefully, Seven. He always does this to me.

“Incorrect. Deploying countermeasures in 3, 2, 1-”

The door is ripped open to reveal Seven standing before me, a large grin on his face as he lets me in at the last second. “Cutie Pie Yoosungie~ You really should learn arabic so we don’t run into this problem every time~”

I shove past him to get inside, rolling my eyes as I slip off my shoes and make a beeline for the couch. “You knew I was coming, Seven, why didn’t you just let me in right away?” Dropping onto the well-worn cushions, I wrinkle my nose at the distinct smell of Dr. Pepper wafting up from beneath me. I can’t say that my apartment is necessarily clean, but at least my furniture doesn’t reek like stale soda. “Never mind, just forget it.” We’ve had this discussion before, and all it does is circle around and around, with him insisting that I should find the time to learn a language that I will probably never encounter just for the sake of being able to open the door to his shitty apartment, while I point out that I always tell him when I’m on my way and is it too much to ask him to keep an eye or an ear out for when I show up?

I don’t know why I even bother, I know he’s not going to change.

I can feel my face defaulting to a pout and I try to fight it, not wanting to display how sulky I feel about this particular subject. It hurts, not being important enough for my own best friend to be ready for my arrival. Ever. The muscles around my mouth seem to be fighting me, and I’m sure my lips are doing some sort of funky dance between a frown and a smile as I try to purse them into a simple straight line, the beginning of a neutral expression. I’m so focused on this that I don’t notice him approaching until he plops down next to me, one hand ruffling my hair roughly.

“Don’t worry, God Seven-Zero-Seven will always be around to save you from the big, bad, scary door~ You can count on me to keep you safe~” he teases, cheerfully ignoring the indignant look I flash his way. Leaning forward, he pulls out a clear plastic tote from underneath the scuffed up brown coffee table in front of us, popping the lid off and digging around in it before handing me a steering wheel and a long white controller to place inside of it. This is why he’s called me over today, to - as he put it - “kick my ass in Mario Kart.” Pfft. As if I am about to let that happen.

We settle back against the couch while the T.V. turns on, him scooting closer to me as I lean up against his arm. The opening menu song blares out more loudly than is necessary and he lets out a “woop!” and fist pumps once, far more excited than I’ve seen him in a while. I can’t help the smile that spreads across my face in response; his enthusiasm is always contagious.

He pauses, the cursor hovering over where it asks how many are playing, his brow furrowed and mouth scrunched to the side. I’m just about to ask what’s wrong when he suddenly twists around, shouting over his shoulder. “Hey, Saeran! Wanna come play Mario Kart?” There’s silence while he turns back, selecting the multiplayer option until a muffled voice comes from the hallway. Seven’s face lights up in a grin and he shrugs me off, leaning forward to shove his hands back into the mess of Wii-related items to find another set for his brother.

I don’t know what to make of this. I’ve been trying to talk to Saeran more, to be friendly and show him that I genuinely don’t have a problem with him, but it seems like all I’m doing is somehow making things worse. I mean, we ride to and from school together every day so he’s bound to eventually figure that out, right? Yet every day his eyes get colder and colder, and yesterday he barely afforded me a glance. Even in class when I try to approach him about our project, he barely says two words to me. It bothers me that I don’t know what I did to make him hate me so much, not this time around.

And for some reason, this time it hurts.

I hear heavy footsteps approaching from behind and I can feel his eyes burning a hole through my head, flinching slightly when he leans past me to grab the proffered controller from Seven. Making his way around the couch, he chooses to sit at the far end, about a body’s width of space between him and where Seven and I sit squished together. I suddenly feel very aware of the fact that most of one side of my body is touching Seven and I start to scoot away to put a little distance between us, but Seven’s arm shoots out and pulls me back against him almost immediately. He’s smirking down at me, his eyes dancing with mischief and I slump against the back of the couch, knowing there’s no way he’s going to let me move easily. Which is completely fine, normally. I’m used to him wanting to be in contact with me in some way when we’re at his place, and since I don’t have a girlfriend, it’s nice to cuddle with someone. Not weird at all. But with Saeran here, something about it just feels… off.

I dare to shoot Saeran a smile, and the look he casts me in response is icy before he turns to look at the screen, fingers pressing the required buttons to connect his controller. It feels like my heart is shriveling and I blink back the burning feeling rising up, not even sure why the tears are trying to come but certainly not wanting them to. The body next to me shifts slightly and suddenly I’m pulled into the crook of Seven’s arm, meaning my face is doing that thing again where it’s painfully transparent to my feelings. He only holds me like this when it’s obvious that I’m about to cry. His long arm is looped around my neck, his other one coming up across my chest to help direct the cursor to choose his character. Oh, right; I should probably do that, too.

Seven ends up choosing Toad, while Saeran goes for Shy Guy. I choose my normal character, Yoshi. I don’t know why I always go for him, but I do. Maybe it’s because I can relate to him; always called cute despite the fact that he’s actually rather dangerous and clever.

Because I’m so dangerous and clever. Nevermind, sometimes I think the stupidest things.

Soon we’re on our way to selecting a track, and my heart drops when I see Seven pick the series that has Rainbow Road on it. That particular course is my weakness, and the jerk knows it. I sniff loudly and lean forward, narrowing my eyes at the screen as the countdown begins. Then we’re driving and I’m lost in the game, my body tilting with the controller as I maneuver my way around all of the computer-controlled racers and Seven.

What I’m not expecting is how talented Saeran is at this game. I’m better than Seven but just barely, squeaking past him most times by the hair on my head - or, er, the spikes on Yoshi’s. But if I’m playing this game on something equivalent to hard mode, then Saeran’s definitely mastered expert because Shy Guy zooms past me almost immediately and is off in the distance for the rest of the race. I try everything in my bag of tricks to catch up to him, including using a blue shell, but nothing works. The first race ends and I am sitting in 2nd place for the first time in a long, long time.

“Wow, Saeran, you’re really good at this game!” I cringe at the awe in my voice; what am I, 12 years old again? Oh, and great, the heat in my face means I’m blushing. Groaning, I raise a hand to cover my eyes as I slump back against the couch in embarrassment.

Seven chuckles next to me, mumbling about my supposed “cuteness” under his breath, but there’s complete silence from Saeran’s direction. Parting my fingers just the tiniest bit, I sneak a peek to find him watching me with his head tilted to the side, his red hair falling to cover most of one eye as he gives me an indecipherable look. Wait, is that… is that the beginning of a smile? I drop my hand to get a better look and it’s like I never saw it; his eyes are diverted back to the T.V. with a bored expression written across his features. Weird… did I imagine it? Probably.

We play through the rest of the courses, all quietly focused on our mission save for the occasional frustrated shout from Seven or me when something like, oh, getting knocked off rainbow road by your stupid best friend happens. Saeran doesn’t make any noise, just sits curled up in his corner of the couch and plays, completely relaxed. When I can spare a glance at him, it doesn’t even appear like he’s trying. Yet he always comes in first, every single time without fail. Even on the cursed rainbow road, he’s crossing the finish line before I’m even halfway around the track on my third lap.

Alright, time to put my serious face on and show him just who he’s messing with.

We play a few more rounds, and each time I manage to get closer and closer to him, until finally I manage to beat him once. Only once, but I bask in the glory of that one win as Seven stands up and cheers loudly, finger gunning at his brother and rubbing the loss in his face. Saeran just rolls his eyes and mumbles something that sounds vaguely like “idiot” at him, and I end up laughing because it’s just too funny to watch them interact like this.

The loud ringing of a gong suddenly sweeps through the room and I jump, eyes wide as I look for the source of the noise. Seven’s expression changes at the sound, becoming more of a look of dread when he drops his wheel onto the couch and disappears in the direction of his room. I sit my controller down as well, climbing back on the couch with an arm draped over the back, watching the hallway curiously to see what’s going on.

“He’s being called to work.” I swing my eyes over to Saeran, finding him still staring at the T.V., though he also has sat down his controller and is now picking at his painted-black fingernails. He shifts slightly under my gaze, as though me looking at him is uncomfortable for him. “That’s what that sound means. The agency is sending out a bulletin to tell him he needs to report in right now.”

Wow. This is… this is far more information than Seven has ever told me. I mean, I knew he worked and that the schedule was far from ideal, but I had no idea where or doing what. Not that Saeran has exactly specified that, but still. Maybe I can get more information out of him? That’s not… a bad thing for me to do, right?

I try to look as innocent as possible, widening my eyes just the slightest as I tilt my head to the side. “The agency?” I ask in a confused voice, turning away from the hallway to direct my full attention on him. His eyes flicker over to me for the briefest moment before he looks down at his hands, his mouth twitching. I chew on my lip as I watch him, hoping to finally have a chance to peek into my best friend’s elusive life.

There’s the smallest sigh and then he places his hands flat on his pants, the pinky closest to me tapping a steady rhythm. “I… didn’t know he hadn’t told you. The agency is-”

“-not something for you to worry about!” Shoot. Here comes Seven, jacket on and laptop bag in tow, his face devoid of the playfulness it had possessed only minutes ago as he glares at Saeran. Saeran grumbles something I can’t understand, folding his arms across his chest and looking away. I turn to Seven and open my mouth to protest, only to have him stride forward and place a finger to my parted lips.

“No, Yoosung. There’s a reason I haven’t told you what I do. Please trust me that it’s better for you to be in the dark, okay?” His face softens as he looks at me, withdrawing his finger and shouldering the bag. Glancing at the door, a thoughtful look crosses his features before he smiles at me, eyes sparkling again. “But I do have to work extra hard today. So, cutie pie Yoosungie, think you could give me a good luck kiss?”

“Wh-what?!” I sputter, jerking back and staring at him in shock. Cuddling is one thing, but kissing? I’ve never kissed anyone before, except maybe my parents and Rika’s dog. Why would I give him my first kiss? He’s a guy, and just a friend!? “Wh-why would I k-kiss you?” Great, I’m stuttering now because he’s got me so flustered. I can’t even think straight - it’s like that one single sentence completely short-circuited my brain, leaving me scrambling through a void of spider-webs and empty boxes to try to come up with something appropriate to say.

Leaning over the couch so that his face is close to mine, he smirks, all confidence and courage. “Because that’s what good friends do. Kiss each other for luck, to make sure nothing bad happens while they’re away from each other.” His golden eyes are boring into mine relentlessly with an intensity I don’t see directed at me often, and I feel the ever-familiar blush creeping up into my cheeks.

“B-but I’ve never heard of th-that! That’s not a th-thing, don’t t-tease me!” If I were an emoji right now, I’d definitely be something like this: (^_^;)

He’s even closer to me now, his nose almost touching mine and I feel like I’m on fire, literally on fire from the blush spreading all over my body. This is so embarrassing and I don’t know what to believe. Do people actually do that? No one’s ever asked me for a good luck kiss before as a friend; is it a thing?

“Bro smooches, Yoosung. They’re healing for the troubled soul~” Hot breath fans over my cheeks and my eyes close and I-I-I…can’t… think…

Suddenly the air changes and I slit open my eyes to find Saeran standing between us, his back against the couch and his hands tangled in Seven’s jacket as he shoves him away. I straighten up to peer over his shoulder to see Seven giving him a look; you know, one of those ones that are disgusted and angry and confused all rolled into one.

“What was that for?” he asks roughly, all warmth gone from his voice as he shoves Saeran’s hands off of him. The tension in the room has become so thick in mere seconds, and I am confused as to what, exactly, is happening between the twins right now.

I can’t see his face, but I can tell that Saeran is angry by how he’s standing; tall and barely leaning forward, hands that are shaking slightly fisted at his sides. Seven doesn’t seem intimidated, but I know I would be. “Don’t tease him like that,” Saeran says, and that anger I can see is also laced in his voice. But wait; he’s standing up for me? But I thought…

My brain feels like it’s short circuiting again.

Seven makes a rude sound followed by an even ruder hand gesture before pulling the bag back up to rest on his shoulder from where it’d fallen by his elbow, pointedly walking around Saeran to head to the door. The door opens and is slammed shut behind him before I can even say goodbye, and I’m left staring at the bland wood in no small amount of confusion. What in the world just happened?

“He didn’t even say bye…” I whisper, drooping down further onto the couch in hurt. It feels like I screwed up again, somehow. I seem to be doing that an awful lot lately. I wish I knew why.

“Don’t worry about him,” Saeran says softly, and I glance up to see that he’s turned around to face me, but his eyes are aimed to the side again. “He’s mad at me for stopping his fun. But Yoosung… friends don’t kiss. At least, not like he was implying.”

“O-oh.” Of course they don’t. He was just playing me again, like he always does. Poor gullible Yoosung, always the easy one to talk into believing something that’s not true. “Well, th-thanks for stepping in, Saeran.”

He nods, still not looking at me. An awkward silence arises between us and I consider bringing up the psychology project. After all, this is by far the longest amount of time he’s acknowledged my existence, not to mention the longest he’s been around me, period. So this would be the ideal time, right? Right. Time to step up to the plate, Yoosung. Let’s get the ball rolling.

I open my mouth to start to ask about his ideas when he cuts me off, eyes flitting between mine for a moment before looking away again. “I have some ideas written down for the project, if you’d like to see them.” I nod mutely, feeling an excitement start to build up within me. Finally! We could work together to get this done and maybe! Maybe he’d open up to me and we could be friends.

That’s not too much to hope for, right?

He nods back, spinning around and taking a few steps before pausing, tilting his chin toward his shoulder to speak once more. “I have to get my notebook. Be right back.” And with that, he’s moving down the hall.

I stand up and stretch for a moment, letting my eyes wander around the room I’m in. It’s changed since the last time I’d been here, most likely the result of having another person livingi in the small place. Outside of the Dr. Pepper stink of the couch, it’s actually cleaner than normal; I vaguely wonder if this means that Saeran actually tries to pick up after his messy brother.

Something catches my eye on a nearby end table and I walk over to it curiously, looking down at the open pages in front of me. Oh, it’s a sketchbook! It must be Saeran’s; didn’t Seven say he was an art major of some sort? Hmm, I’ll have to ask when he comes back out. The drawing on the open page is of a character from a movie I like, and he captured her likeness really well. I wonder what else is in here?

My hands hover over the book for a moment as I debate whether or not this is okay. Is it wrong, to flip through someone’s sketches without asking? It shouldn’t be, I don’t think. He wouldn’t have left it out here if he didn’t want anyone to look at it.

I pick it up and start flipping slowly through the pages, marveling at each character I see. Some are sketches while others he’s filled in with color, but all of them are equally amazing. There are a few little comics here and there, although he hasn’t added any words to them yet. Flipping a few more pages, I find a drawing of him and Seven from when they were younger, closer to the age I first met them. And wow… it’s really good as well. Smiling, I turn the page again.

“What are you doing?” A hand reaches out and snatches the book from me, and I bite my lip, looking at him guiltily. His face is cold now, back to what I’m used to seeing from him, except there’s anger too. The book is flipped shut and he shoves a piece of paper in my hand aggressively, backing away and glaring at me. “You can look through that and decide if any of them will work. I don’t care. Now get out.”

“But Saeran,” I start to protest, wanting it to be a decision we both make and also, wanting to apologize for upsetting him.

His lip curls up as he motions to the door, his voice pitching itself even higher than usual. “I said, get out.”

Tears prickling my eyes, I bolt to the door and put my shoes on, his paper crumpled in my hand as I hastily leave the apartment. It’s upsetting enough on its own, but my mind can still see the picture on the last page I saw before he took the book from me.

It was a picture of me.

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