#Do Crocs Get Softer Over Time

[ghostlyglimmer]

The Fun Zone: Chapter 16

Had to do a doodle of my favorite chapter of my fic.

The Fun Zone was unusually quiet for a Saturday afternoon, which made Danny suspicious. Normally, kids were running around, screaming over their ticket totals or fighting over the last slice of pizza. But today, it was eerily calm.

That was until the front door opened, and a massive figure ducked inside. The arcade fell silent as Killer Croc—towering, scaly, and looking very out of place—stood in the doorway.

Danny blinked, frozen in place behind the counter. “Uh… welcome to The Fun Zone?”

Croc grunted, his yellow eyes scanning the room. For a moment, Danny thought he was going to rip the skee-ball machines apart or turn the go-kart track into a wrestling ring. But then, Croc’s gaze landed on the claw machine.

“What’s that?” Croc growled, pointing a clawed finger.

Danny followed his gaze. “The claw machine?”

Croc nodded slowly, his expression unreadable. “What’s in it?”

Danny hesitated. “Uh, stuffed animals, mostly. A couple of plushies, keychains, some candy—”

“I want the crocodile,” Croc interrupted, stepping closer. His massive frame loomed over the machine as he squinted at a small green stuffed crocodile wedged between a panda and a rainbow-colored unicorn.

Danny tilted his head. “You… want the plushie?”

Croc nodded again, his claws tapping impatiently on the machine’s glass. “How?”

Danny walked over, trying not to look as nervous as he felt. “Uh, you just put some tokens in and use the claw to grab it. It’s… harder than it looks.”

Croc grunted and fished a handful of change from his pocket, slamming it onto the counter. “Tokens. Now.”

Danny scrambled to exchange the money, handing over a stack of tokens. Croc shoved one into the machine and gripped the joystick with surprising delicacy for someone his size. The claw creaked as it descended toward the crocodile, wobbling slightly before clamping down on its tail.

For a brief, glorious moment, it looked like Croc might win. But then, as the claw ascended, the plushie slipped through its grasp and fell back into the pile.

Croc growled, his teeth bared. “It dropped it.”

“Yeah, uh…” Danny scratched the back of his neck. “It’s kind of a scam. The claw’s weak on purpose.”

Croc turned to him, narrowing his eyes. “Fix it.”

Danny held up his hands. “I can’t! It’s rigged by the manufacturer. But I can, uh, coach you?”

Croc stared at him for a long moment before nodding. “Fine. Teach me.”

 

Over the next hour, Danny coached Croc through countless attempts to snag the plushie. They tried angling the claw, timing the drop perfectly, even jiggling the joystick to get a better grip. Each time, the claw either missed entirely or dropped the crocodile just before it reached the prize chute.

“You’ve almost got it,” Danny said for the twelfth time, trying to sound encouraging as Croc jammed another token into the machine. “Just… a little more to the left.”

Croc’s tail twitched in frustration, but he followed Danny’s instructions. The claw descended, grabbed the crocodile by its snout, and finally—finally—dropped it into the chute.

Croc stared at the prize slot, his eyes wide with disbelief. Slowly, he reached in and pulled out the plushie, holding it like it was the most precious thing in the world.

“I got it,” Croc said, his voice softer than Danny had ever heard it. “I got Lil’ Croc.”

Danny blinked. “Lil’ Croc?”

Croc nodded, cradling the stuffed animal like a baby. “Yeah. Lil’ Croc.”

Danny suppressed a laugh. “Well, uh, congrats. You earned it.”

 

Word spread quickly among Gotham’s rogues that Killer Croc had a new companion. Wherever he went, Lil’ Croc went too. He carried it to meetings with Penguin, perched it on his shoulder during heists, and even set it on the table during card games at the Iceberg Lounge.

Penguin was baffled. “Is that… a toy?”

Croc growled. “He is Lil’ Croc. Say hi.”

Penguin blinked, unsure if Croc was joking. “Uh… hi?”

Scarecrow tilted his head, examining the plushie. “Psychologically fascinating,” he muttered. “A manifestation of suppressed nurturing instincts, perhaps?”

Harley Quinn thought it was adorable. “Aw, Croccy! You got a baby! Can I babysit?”

“No,” Croc said firmly, pulling Lil’ Croc closer.

Even Joker, who rarely cared about anyone else’s quirks, raised an eyebrow. “What’s next, Croc? Matching outfits?”

Croc bared his teeth. “You touch Lil’ Croc, and I’ll rip your arms off.”

A few days later, Croc returned to The Fun Zone with Lil’ Croc in tow. He set the plushie on the counter and stared at Danny.

“I need tokens,” Croc said. “For backup.”

Danny grinned, handing him a stack of tokens. “You’re really committed to this, huh?”

Croc nodded solemnly. “Lil’ Croc deserves friends.”

Danny watched as Croc lumbered back to the claw machine, his massive hands surprisingly gentle as he tried for a stuffed panda. Shaking his head, Danny turned to Jason, who had just walked out of the back office.

“What’s going on?” Jason asked, his gaze fixed on Croc.

Danny smirked. “Just Gotham’s best Fun Zone customer bonding with his new plushie family.”

Jason stared for a long moment before wiping his hands down his face and grumbling towards his office.

Danny chuckled watching his hard ass of a boss exasperated at the scene.

[rafeandonlyrafe]

just not home

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warnings: rafe gets kicked out of his house, mentions of hooking up/friends with benefits but not explicit

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you groan and mentally curse whoever it is that is causing your phone to ring, waking you up from a pleasant dream. 

you grab it off the nightstand, briefly glancing at the contact name before answering, keeping your eyes partly closed as the screen causes you to squint, not adjusted to the light yet.

“rafe, it's late.” you say, not greeting him. “if you're calling to fuck, the answer is no. im too tired.”

rafe has a habit of hitting you up whenever he needs to release some tension. you were sort of friends, at least at first, but it all changed when you slept together once when drunk at a party, then repeatedly ended up in each other's beds until it became a regular thing.

“it's not that um… can i come over though?” rafes voice is softer than you're used to, and it causes you to shake off a bit more of the fog that the sleep has over your mind.

“what's wrong?” you question.

“nothing.” rafe says. you don't respond, waiting to see if he will volunteer more information, but it doesn't come.

“where are you?” you try instead.

“walking over to your house.” rafe says, and your ears then pick up the background noises, the cicadas and frogs in the distance. 

“why are you walking?” 

“my dad took the keys to my truck.” rafe explains. you sigh and switch the phone to speaker as you get out of bed, shivering when you throw back the covers and are exposed to the air. “he kicked me out.”

“ward did what?” you question, putting on a pair of crocs and heading out your bedroom door to find your purse and car keys.

“fuck.” rafe groans. “im sorry, y/n. i shouldn't have called, just go back to sleep.”

“hey, stop that.” you say, heading out the door once you have everything you need to drive. “im coming to pick you up right now, where are you?”

rafe responds with his location. you remain on the line as you drive, but stay quiet to focus on the road. even though there's no cars, you're not fully awake yet and need all of your brain power to focus on getting to rafe safely.

your heart breaks a little when you spot him, head hung low as he walks down the sidewalk. you pull your car to the side of the road, getting out and immediately pulling rafe into your arms, holding him close until he hugs you back.

“i didn't have anywhere else to go.” rafe whispers into your hair.

“it's okay.” you say, rubbing your hand over his back. “im glad you called.”

you pull away from the hug, seeing the look in rafes eye. above everything else, he looks tired, completely exhausted. you have never shared an kiss that didn't lead to or happen during sex, but you can't resist pressing your mouth against his pouty lips. rafe kisses back gently, and you can feel a bit of the tension leave his body as he does.

“come on, it's cold out here.” you tug at rafes hand, watching him sit down in your passenger seat as you round the car to drive you home.

you reach across the center console, linking your hands together. “do you wanna talk about what happened?” you ask.

rafe is quiet for a moment before he squeezes your hand, keeping his eyes on the road out the front windscreen instead of looking at you. “can we talk in the morning? im just so tired right now.”

“yeah.” you nod. “thats fine, rafey.”

you fall into comfortable silence on the way back home, keeping your hand in rafes, your fingers intertwined. it dawns on you that this is probably the most intimate moment you've had with rafe, despite having sex with him multiple times, it's this moment of innocently holding hands, no build up to anything more, just rafe needing you, and you giving him a physical connection.

you pull right up to your door, not bothering to care about your shitty parking job as one of your tires sits off your driveway and in the grass. you just want to get back in bed.

“ill leave first thing in the morning, i just needed a place to sleep.” rafe says as you head inside, making you turn to look at him.

“rafe, don't be ridiculous.” you sigh, feeling sad that he ever thought you would kick him out. “you can stay as long as you need.”

“thank you, baby.” rafe says, following you up the stairs. he pauses at the top, looking at the multiple bedroom doors.

“i can sleep in one of the guest bedrooms if you want.” he offers, and you scoff.

“we've shared a bed before.”

“after we've had sex, yeah.” rafe shrugs. “i just don't want you to be uncomfortable.”

“i think you owe me some cuddles after waking me up in the middle of the night.” you say, and rafe nods with a small grin, glad that you agreed, not wanting to be alone tonight.

you head towards your bedroom, shutting the door behind you after rafe enters. you climb into bed, your legs giving out the second you're back on your mattress.

“i don't have… any pajamas.” rafe sighs, looking down at his jeans and polo shirt.

“just wear your underwear. i don't care, just get over here.” you pat the open spot on your bed, managing to keep your eyes open and on rafe as he strips down to his boxers before getting into bed with you.

you cement yourself to his side, sighing softly when he wraps an arm around you, letting you rest on his chest.

“thank you.” he whispers.

“of course, rafe.” you press your lips against his bare skin, the best kiss that he's going to get out of you as you struggle to keep your eyes open. you fall back into a deep slumber as rafe gently strokes over your back, feeling comfortable and safe with your legs tangled together with his.

[spideysl0ve]

Hello~ I hope you're doing well this holiday season! I was hoping to request a Crocodile x reader prompt regarding "can I hold your hand for a second" that turns into "you've been holding my hand for hours, are you sure you're not tired of it."???

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⇢ masterlist

⇢ writing prompts

⇢ crocodile x reader.

⇢ tw: fluff, english isn’t my first language.

⇢ summary:"can I hold your hand for a second" prompt with my man croc.

the soft glow of the bedside lamp cast a gentle light over the room, and the only sounds were the faint rustling of the sheets and the rhythmic ticking of a nearby clock.

crocodile was finally lying beside you in bed, his form stretched out comfortably under the covers. the quiet intimacy of the moment felt almost surreal, as if the world outside had faded away, leaving only the two of you in your little sanctuary.

he had been working late into the night, papers scattered across the desk in the corner of the room, but now that he was finally in bed, he seemed to have settled into the rare moment of stillness. his eyes, sharp and observant as always, flickered over the reports in his hands, his hook delicately turning the pages while he lay on his side.

you, however, were starting to get distracted, abandoned your book on your lap as you looked over at him.

the way his jaw was slightly clenched in concentration, how his eyes narrowed as he scanned the text. there was something captivating about it, the way he seemed so immersed in his thoughts.

but more than anything, you wanted to be closer to him. you shifted a little, moving closer to his side.

“can i hold your hand for a second?” with a quiet voice, you asked,

crocodile didn’t look at you right away, his hook still turning pages, but he paused for just a moment.

his fingers, warm and calloused, reached out toward you without hesitation, offering his hand, the metal of his hook gently clicking against the bedframe. you took it without another word, your fingers entwining with his in a simple, comforting gesture.

you didn’t need to say anything else. his hand was a steady anchor in the quiet of the night, his presence a calm and reassuring force.

you felt a small smile tug at your lips as you rested your head against his shoulder, your body curling into his warmth as you gently traced lines on his hand.

his hand, large and firm, engulfed yours completely, the sensation grounding you in a way that words never could.

time passed in this peaceful silence, crocodile still reading and you content to simply be near him. but as the minutes stretched on, a thought began to nag at the back of your mind.

his grip never wavered, but what if you were making him uncomfortable? what if he was getting tired of holding your hand?

with a soft sigh, you pulled your head back slightly, looking up at him. “you’ve been holding my hand for hours… are you sure you’re not tired of it?”

for a moment, he didn’t respond.

his eyes were still fixed on the papers in front of him, but you could see the tiniest of smiles playing at the corners of his lips.

then, with a soft chuckle, he looked down at you, his voice low and soothing.

“tired?” he repeated, the amusement clear in his tone. “no, not at all. i could hold your hand forever if i wanted to.”

you blinked, surprised by his words. it was rare for him to be so openly affectionate, and yet, in the quiet of the night, with nothing but the two of you in this shared space, it felt like the most natural thing in the world. croc tightened his grip just slightly, as if to reassure you, his hand warm and steady in yours.

“besides,” he continued, his voice softer now, “you’re the only thing worth holding onto.”

the sincerity in his words made your heart skip a beat, and you felt a warmth spread through you. you smiled up at him, your thumb brushing lightly over the back of his hand.

“i’m glad you think so,” you whispered, your voice barely more than a breath.

“i wouldn’t say it if i didn’t mean it,” croc replied, his gaze returning to the reports.

but there was a gentleness in his eyes now, something that felt both tender and protective. he didn’t need to say more; you knew exactly what he meant.

you leaned your head back against his shoulder, content to stay like this, his hand in yours. the outside world didn’t matter in this moment.

all that mattered was the quiet companionship you shared, the warmth of his touch, and the soft, unspoken connection between you.

as the minutes stretched on, croc finally set the reports aside, his hook tapping lightly against the nightstand as he turned toward you.

“you should sleep,” he murmured, his voice low and soothing. “we’ve both had a long day.”

you nodded, your eyelids growing heavy, but before you could drift off, croc’s hand gave yours one last gentle squeeze.

“don’t worry about me. i’m not tired of this. i’m just… here with you,” he whispered, his voice softening even further as he shifted to pull you closer.

you smiled, feeling your heart swell with affection.

“me too,” you whispered back, your eyes closing as you finally allowed yourself to relax into the comfort of his presence.

and in that quiet, peaceful moment, you both drifted into sleep, your hands still intertwined, a silent promise that you would always be there for each other.

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✿ It's The Little Things - 4 ✿

A/N: I wish I knew how to write for Katakuri because he'd be right at home in this big boi edition ksdjh Rosi makes me cry ilhsm (ಥ﹏ಥ)

Summary: Little relationship things with a couple big bads, and Rosi who has never done anything wrong in his life and doesn't die, bc i said so ✿

Characters: Crocodile, Rosinante (Corazon), Doflamingo

Content: SFW, G/N reader (though Croc calls you doll... but I think he'd do that regardless,) fluff on toast ✿

(Part 1 - Luffy, Zoro, Nami, Usopp, Sanji) (Part 2 - Buggy, Shanks, Mihawk) (Part 3 - Franky, Robin, Law, Kid, Killer)

Crocodile

✿ It goes without saying, being with Crocodile means you are surrounded by luxury; he is a very materialistic man with a very specific image he has cultivated, and that extends to you. All your clothes, jewellery, any makeup, even down to your perfume and shampoo are carefully considered to make sure you compliment him perfectly. He is particular, but not unreasonable, giving you options so you can make your own decision, and he will not force something on you that you hate - can't have you walking around sulking. Really though, he values your opinion, he just sets the parameters and you chose how to meet them. In fact, if you simply went along with everything he said, giving no input of your own; he'd get very bored, very quickly.

✿ When you aren't in public, basically acting as the power couple of Alabasta (before that goes awry,) and then of the Cross Guild; he allows himself to be much softer, and generally just more human with you. Work will always be his priority, but he's not against sleeping in and having a lazy day, or part day, depending on what's going on in your lives. He'll hug you randomly, catch you in his hook if he wants your attention, and just generally manhandle you, but in the gentlest way. Crocodile also enjoys cooking with you, and is not above throwing ingredients, or flicking water at you, especially if you start it, and he will throw a tea towel in your face if he wants to. It's very endearing seeing such a powerful, and feared man being a little silly, and it's only for you.

✿ His sense of humour is as dry as he is, and either you get it and laugh along, which is nice, or you find it so painful that you can't help but groan, him laughing at your suffering instead, which is even nicer. Crocodile's laugh is basically a low rumble that you can feel reverberating in his chest, which is the nicest part of all. He always drops jokes unexpectedly, in a way where you think he's just going to comment on something, or maybe flirt with you; "You know what makes me smile, doll?" - "Could it be the fact you get to spend a quiet, relaxing day with me, hmm?" - "Facial muscles." It's either the funniest thing, or you will genuinely want to throttle him. He doesn't hold it against you if you slap him over it, the impact barely registers with this living sandbag, and he takes it as a sign that the joke was a particularly good one (in his opinion.)

Rosinante (Corazon)

✿ An absolute sweetheart, and a gentle giant. He treats you like spun glass, at least to begin with, afraid he will hurt you with either his general size and strength, or his clumsy nature. It will take time for him to relax into things, but he will; humans are naturally rather resilient, and him giving you a strong hug, or falling over himself onto you is not going to break you. It still won't stop him crying over it, especially if you end up with any bruises, but you'll hold him gently as you stroke his head, soothing him while you explain that it's alright, and that these things happen; "I got a bigger bruise from accidentally kneeing the table the other day. It's not the first time, and it won't be the last either. Everything is okay, I promise." Poor guy just loves you so much, he can't stand the thought of you being hurt in any way!

✿ He absolutely adores it when you snuggle up beside him, under his massive coat. It feels like the safest place in the world, and it's so warm - nothing bad can happen under this fortress of feathers! Rosi in general is just a cuddly guy really, holding you at every opportunity, taking your relatively small hands in his giant ones, carrying you whenever and wherever you'll allow him to; always by his chest though, so when he inevitably slips, he doesn't land on you. Being your resident tall, he prefers to pick you up to reach things as opposed to grabbing those things for you, as it means he can hug you at the same time!

✿ Rosinante is absolutely ride or die with you! Whatever your dreams and ambitions, he will do everything in his power to try and help you achieve them. The only caveat is that he will also do the same for his own mission, and sometimes that overtakes him, and he will unknowingly, and definitely unwillingly overlook you at times. He keeps you completely separate from that part of his life - because it's so dangerous, and he never wants to put you in harms way. It can be lonely when he's so focused, or not around, and that's what spurs him to attach himself to you whenever he can.

Doflamingo

✿ The fact you managed to catch his attention at all is honestly a feat in itself. He's a man who has everything (until he goes to jail,) and he always gets what he wants, no matter how he has to go about it - so there must be something that he cannot buy, threaten, or manipulate out of you, or anyone else. There is something about you personally, a fearless spirit, the right kind of sass, the patient and forgiving nature of a god, just something more; you're like a unique treasure, one that he refuses to allow in the public eye, as he is a very selfish man. He basically puts you on a pedestal, catering to every little whim or desire. At least to a point. He won't prioritise you over his machinations, and he can't be soft and tender with you on command. He'll have is moments sure, but they're on his time, and only when you are alone.

✿ He loves to loom over you, manhandle you, generally just manipulate your body, all to remind you just how small and delicate you are. The man is a predator, let's be real, and you will never forget that while you are his favourite, you are still prey in his eyes. While he likes the look of you being the small, timid thing he expects from prey, he adores your looks of defiance, refusing to cower before him. It's part of what proves that you are above everyone else, excluding himself of course, and that you are worthy of his attention. You can sass him, and tell him "No," so long as you do what he says where it matters. He won't tolerate blatant disrespect and insubordination, that's a one way ticket 6ft under. Your relationship is a delicate balance of accepting your place beneath him, but not being so beneath him that you may as well not exist.

✿ In those longed for times when it's just the two of you, he will give you whatever affection you desire, even if it's not something he can really reciprocate. He likes you happy, and his pride means he will not accept that there is something he cannot get or do for you. That's not to say he doesn't love you, he does in his own way; he's just buried that part of him deep down, so deep it may never be found. Perhaps, as time goes on however, with you being a consistent presence in his life, showing him what genuine kindness and compassion are, he may remember somewhat and be able to offer it back to you. Don't hold your breath, though, if it's happening, it's not happening fast. He's certainly a convincing actor, and his mimicked affections feel real enough.

[zahri-melitor]

32 and 23 for the ask game?

23: Oliver Queen (Green Arrow)

A favourite run, story or fact about Ollie?

I think my favorite fact about Ollie is that he's terrible, but by god he tries. He tries so hard not to be (But he's terrible).

Okay now all the furious devotees to Green Arrow 2001 have been completely pissed off, Ollie's entire narrative trajectory is a graveyard of unexamined assumptions, hypocrisy, and the steps Ollie's taken over the years to move past these baked in problems when he identifies them or they're forcibly brought to his attention.

He is at heart a rich kid who's embarrassed about that fact, who started out with a lot of unconscious biases and unexamined self privilege but who has undergone self examination (and definitely self criticism! That man 100% would have taken part in struggle sessions in the 1960s and 1970s!) and is motivated to be better.

Basically, Ollie thinks he's a lot more progressive than he actually is, but he's loveable in that when someone points out to him where he's currently failing, he'll generally make a stab at trying to figure out why, fix it, and incorporate that into his worldview. The fact he's willing to do the work is what makes him charming, but until he's called on something, he tends to be terrible.

It's because he's been presented as a progressive character for decades, but the frontier of what were the targets of progressive or Leftist or socialist thought have shifted over time. And so he has to run to keep up, or he'll be left stranded as the Overton Window moves past him.

Which is how we end up with scenes like Ollie as Mayor of Star City making gay marriage legal in the city (which was genuinely a progressive move at the time and early on!) in which he's simultaneously making it clear that he's personally kinda uncomfortable with the idea. Because that's an honest picture of the sort of politician who WAS risking things to legalise marriage equality in the period, even if it seems incredibly backwards now.

(Except where it comes to his relationship with Dinah. Ollie and Dinah together frequently reads straight out of the sort of attitude of a 1970s progressive who regards himself as a male feminist, while not noticing all of the ugly assumptions he has in regards to how he treats Dinah and why he doesn't recognise her agency in a lot of ways. I have a soft spot for them together, but Ollie does not get called on all his bullshit here the way he does in other areas of his life)

32: Waylon Jones (Killer Croc)

There are so many variations of Croc, from "I eat humans" through to "outsider and protector of streetkids". I have a soft spot that he's tied to several of Jason's various origin stories, and I'm still salty that Jeff Lemire lifted some of those details to give to Dick in Robin & Batman, because it was valuable character background for Jason that actually wasn't a copy paste from somewhere else, and letting various Bats have their own thing is helpful (especially to give to Dick. Dick does not need extras!)

I'm going to rec Gotham City Monsters (2019) for Croc, because I think that's one of his best recent characterisation stories on the softer side of his personality. Also it was way more fun than I expected it to be.

[sweetlikehoneystingslikeabee]

Two-Face Background

Like with Killer Croc, I got an ask and realized clarifications on my personal take on Mr. Harvey Dent would be a good idea. With comic books, there are lots of ways to interpret a character, particularly those with mental illness like many of the Rogues Gallery. That being said, I discuss DID (dissociative identity disorder, previously called multiple personality disorder) because it comes up often with Harvey Dent. I do not have DID, so I'm absolutely open to criticism and learning from mistakes if I make them.

TW: Mentions of domestic violence and child abuse

- From the time he was young, Harvey Dent knew what violence looked like. His father made sure of that when he abused the boy and his mother. Too many times cops came to their home to give his father a warning or a quick rough up.

- That changed when he was around 11. His father was arrested for almost blinding a man and when he was, the arresting officers saw how bad the bruises and wounds really were.

- He got to see his father's trial and that's when it really hit: bad people can be put away so the innocent can be protected. His father was put away and served divorce papers in prison. A hyperfixation was born.

- It was rough at first, but he and his mother flourished. He got addicted to any law shows, movies, books he could get his hands on. Even the bad ones he would watch just to critique them.

- This man has seen "My Cousin Vinny" so many times, he can quote it back and forth. It is one of his favorites even now.

- through a lot of hard work and dedication, he got scholarships for school and became a prosecutor. Then, the DA for Gotham.

- After investigating the local mafia and hitting them hard, mob boss Sal Maroni threw acid over the left side of his face and body during his trial. That was the start of Two-Face.

- Duality. Good and evil. A coin flip. Anger and revenge and a life as someone upholding the law to someone twisting it to hurt those who hurt him. A criminal life. Lots of fights with Batman and lockups in Arkham.

- A diagnosis of DID has been evaluated, crossed out, re-evaluated, crossed out, so on and so forth many times for poor Harvey. While it's determined there is "Harvey" and "Harv" as well as other signs (switching, depersonalization, childhood trauma), other symptoms typical for criteria just aren't there. He doesn't experience amnesia, derealization, or identity confusion. From his own description, both personalities are aware at all times. A truly unique condition.

- Harv hates the narrative of Harvey being "the good one" and him being "the bad one." Harvey is an active participant in their criminal career, the only difference is Harvey feels all the guilt about it. Harvey agrees to some degree.

- There are even times the two are switching and only those with a keen eye can recognize it. They are mostly harmonized besides the occasional fight and Harvey Wanting to be good.

- When Harv is talking, his shoulders curl in slightly, body tense. He favors the burnt side of their body, down to the way he uses their face. Staccato, growling way of speaking, a strong lateral lisp from the whistling in his exposed teeth. When Harvey is talking, his back is straight and he favors the unburned side of his body. The lisp is still there, but less prevalent. His voice tends to be much softer.

- Harvey is logic, impulse control, guilt and compassion. Harv is rage, spontaneity, passion and doing what needs to be done, even if it's difficult.

- what all the professionals at Arkham CAN agree on is that the man has components of OCD- concerning his coin especially. He and Edward Nygma glare at each other when they're forced into group activities at Arkham focused on the OCD patients/inmates.

- On a different note, Harvey Dent has always been a bisexual man. Before the incident he harbored a little crush on his friend and companion Bruce Wayne. Still does to some degree. Post-incident he's even been in polyamorous relationships with both men and women.

- Over time has started liking he/they pronouns. Either is fine, actually.

- He still sends his mother flowers for her birthday. Her favorite- the morning glory.

[lemonadecroc]

She wasnt used to this weird human form, feeling her hands, and her fingers curl, it was strangely softer and squishy, but also firm at the same time. then heard the other ask about last night "Right! yes! last night okay uhh..." as she smacked her forehead trying to remember "i dont know its so fuzzy, but i remember there was some kind of weird magic maybe?, some kind of girl with a skeleton hoodie, had a black beanie i dont know" she couldnt remember much everything was all fuzzy, then whipped back to the other "WAIT! I HAVE TO BE YOU! BUT I CANT BE RUNE! theres a super important meeting at the Gyaru club today! everyones gonna be there! ill be the laughing stock of the whole district if i dont go!" as the woman tried to fan herself with her hands to make her calm down "And how are you gonna drive my bike, you dont know how to, and if you get even a chip or the smallest dent on her, your gonna pay, or this body WHATEVER!" pointing her finger over at the other now having to look up at her "Do you even know what Gummy even eats, what makes his tummy hurt?!" out of instinct she just grabbed what was in reach "ugh i need to eat something to calm down" it was just a metal pipe as the inner croc bit down like she normally does, but instantly felt a jolt of grating pain and dropped the item "OWWW! WHAT THE HELL! BEING HUMAN SUCKS ASS!"

@lemonadecroc continued from

Rune was hardly fazed by the shaking. What really caught her attention was.. Her? It was her body. And Lemon? In her body? Her head spun. No way this could be happening..

"Get off me!" Rune waved her arms around to swat away at the other. "We gotta stay calm.. What do you remember about last night?" She thought back herself. But things were fuzzy. "Until we figure this out.. We can't let anyone know. We have to be each other till this is fixed. Got it?"

[myfashiontrends]

Do Crocs Get Softer Over Time

Do Crocs Get Softer Over Time

[turtle-go-brrrr]

Hi, may I please request the bayverse turtles x male reader who likes to wear women’s clothes like skirts and dresses, but because of fear of judgment, he only wears them at home, but then the boys come over to visit one night and see him wearing a dress, and at first the reader almost panics and has a mini heart attack, but then comfort ensues?

My first request 🥺

I was gonna stick to headcanons at first, but I just love this prompt so much! Thank you for requesting ^^ I hope you like it! (Took some IRL experiences from my best friend because he's amazing and wear dresses like a champ uwu)

Handsome

Male! Reader

Requested: Yes

Pairing: None, platonic

Word count: 1090

Triggers: none

Summary: You found the prettiest dress last week and have yet to try it on. You know you look good, but an unexpected visit still makes you doubt yourself.

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You were looking hella fine on this late Saturday evenning.

The dress you found is pretty simple, actually. With short sleeves, a defined waist, falling right above your knees. Kind of a vintage style, but the modern patterns really caught your eye. And when you tried it on? You fell in love. You almost didn’t regret that shopping spree April dragged you on.

But here you were, your cool ass dress on, sitting on your couch waiting for the ordered food to come in. You didn’t actually got out with more feminine clothes on for… well, for obvious reasons, shall we say. But chilling in your own home? Why stop yourself?

The food came in quick, and after tipping the delivery guy, you flopped down on your couch once again, putting on the latest show you promised you were going to watch. You put your food on your lap, drolling at the smell, and started the first episode.

Not even five minutes in, you heard a knock. You pressed pause and checked the door, thinking the delivery guy might have forgotten something. But you hear the knock again, and it comes from your window. And you know exactly who it is.

Oops.

Well, turns out your favorite mutants decided to pay you an unnanounced visit tonight. You scambled around your living room, not knowing if you should tell them to wait while you changed, or if you should open anyway.

They’re your friends. They’re not gonna judge you, dumbass. Just trust them.

Apparently, your late response made them think you were in danger. And apparently, that meant they were going to force your window. Sweet. Your window flew open after a few suspicious clicking sounds, and four very big, very mutated turtles fell right after the other in your living room. Michelangelo was the first to recover and get right back on his feet.

“Dude, are you okay? Why did it take so long?” He said, panicked. He looked at your flustered face, then dragged his eyes up and down shamelessely and stopped.

“What’s that smell ? Did you order without us?” He asked sadly before being shoved aside by Leonardo who took you by the shoulders, inspecting you as if you just got ran over by a truck, Donatello following close behind with his goggles in front of his eyes.

“You’re all being ridiculous, you know that?” You try your best to hide your embarassment, but you’re doing a terrible job. And they can all see it. You wait for the laughs, or the snide comments, even the disapointed tooks on their faces, but after a very uncomfortable silence you hear Raphael speak up.

“Cool dress. You never told us you could look this fine.” He smirks, and for once, he’s not being sarcastic.

“I- uuuh... What?”

“Yeah, c’mon bro. You know we love human fashion. Why do you think we’re always nagging April to show off her best outfits?”

“Mikey, leave him alone. And you should leave April alone, too.”

“But dude, look at him! He’s so handsome in that dress, it’s a crime not to show it off!” Mikey throws his hands in the air in defeat as Leo passes next to you, inspecting the other rooms of your appartment for any sign of danger.

“No one’s there except you guys, Leo. Also, did you break my window? Because I’m not paying for that.”

“Oh, don’t worry, I’m sure Donnie can fix -” The resident genius interrupts him with a slap behing the head.

Leo comes back, apparently satisfied with his search, and looks right at you. “Why were you so nervous when we came in if you aren’t in any danger?” You swear his super power is asking just the right questions.

You hesitate. They’re your friends. They trust you, and you know you can trust them.

But being vulnerable isn’t easy.

“Well, um…” You take a deep breath. “Okay, how do I put this ?” You can’t stop fidgeting with your hands. Openning up to your friends was harder than it looked like. “I was, uh, scared ? That you’d judge me. You know, for being a guy in a dress and all ?” Your voice is a lot softer than you’d like, and you can hear it crack. Damn you.

They all stare at you, obvious surprise on their faces. And you feel the heat creeping up your neck ana a cold sweat falling down your spine. Your nerves weren’t in your favor tonight.

“Huh?” You think it comes from Mikey. “Why would we judge you for wering a dress? You rock it, man.” Leo puts a hand on your shoulder and gives it an affectionate squeeze in silent support.

“Hey, as long as you don’t wear crocs like Fearless over here, we’re ain’t gonna judge you, bud.” You’ve never seen Raph look at you so softly before, but it quickly washes away by the side smirk he gives you just before saying : “Besides, you’re hot as hell, man. I’m not complaining.”

Leo groans, Donnie laughs, and Mikey shoves your shoulder playfully.

You laugh too, intense relief washing over you as your anxiety comes down, but you have to ask.

“You don’t think it makes me… Like, less manly or something ?” This time, you intentionally show your concern. You know they don’t but you need to hear it from them.

Raph ruffles your hair and passes an arm around your shoulders, directing you to the couch. “If anything, I’d say it makes you more manly. You wear what you wear and look good doin’ it. It’s all about confidence.” You cling to his arm, the biggest smile on your face.

“Y/N, I studied quantum physics, astrophysics, rocket science, number theory and so much more, and I can now understand all of those concepts perfectly. But gender? What the fuck were you guys thinking when you created those? And why give one to a piece of cloth?” Donnie gives you a playful wink as he takes his – your – place on the couch.

“You sharin’?” Mikey motions at the food on the table, and you give him a fork. You all take place in front of the TV, getting comfortable and you start the episode again.

You almost want to cry. You know they wouldn’t judge you for that either.

[thewildomega]

Alpha Crocodile  SFW Headcanons

Oh boy! Crocodile as an alpha?! You can best believe he checks off all of your typical Alpha traits. Big as hell, Yes. Quick tempered, yes. Confident, Yes. Controlling, yes. Possessive, fuck yes. 

It doesn’t matter if the two of you have been together, wither it be before his time in Alabasta or during the moment he decides he wants you, you are his. 

Crocodile won’t try and court you before hand he will just go ahead and claim you, knowing as an alpha it is his right. 

If you were out and he spotted you he would cause a whirlwind of sand as a distraction while he takes you away to a hidden spot. Before you had time to question or call for help he was sinking his teeth into the nape of your neck. Covering your mouth with his only hand he will bite deep, ensuring his claim. Once it’s done he will lift you up into his arms and carry you off to your new home.

That being said he won’t be outright cruel to you. If you do resist in the beginning he will simply lock you away in your room until you ‘Learn your place.’ he won’t beat you or starve you or anything, he wants you to respect him but not fear him. 

Once you have calmed down a little he will start going into your room to sit with you, attempting to talk. You can expect him to use his sand to pull you into his lap and restrain your wrists if you try and move. 

He does enjoy your feistiness, finding it adorable when you try to fight the claim he has over you. 

Sitting in the chair he will stroke your back as you attempt to ignore him, smirking when he gives a deep purr that has you giving up your little fight and leaning into his chest. 

Continuing the deep noise for a few minutes he waits until your small body as completely relaxed into his lap before he speaks. 

There are rules you have to follow. You are not allowed to go anywhere without him or someone he appoints to escort you but your time outside of his domain is rare. You will keep up with your health that means eating a well balanced diet and getting exercise. He expects you to be clean as well, the man does not mind paying for you to go get spa treatments and such. Obeying him is another one of the things he insist upon. From the start he will make it very clear that you are his, you belong to him. 

If you listen to him, if you be a good little omega then he will reward you. New clothes, jewelry, perfume/ cologne will find there way into your room. Hell he might even take you out into public if you have been extra good. 

If you have misbehaved however, if you have been disobedient then he is not above punishing you. Being locked away in his home is one thing but being locked away in your room much worse. Depending on exactly what you have done he may just leave you in there with no clothes or anything. 

He won’t hit you, he’ll never raise his hand to you, nor will he use his devil fruit powers on you but he will spank. ‘You act like a child, you get punished like a child.’ he tells you in his deep voice. As big as that hand is and those rings, you can best believe you will not be able to sit right for the next few days. 

Hearing your yelps and whimpers won’t bother him much, you chose to be a brat but if he sees any tears, if you ever cry for any reason then and only the will he falter. He won’t make it known how your tears affect him but they do. 

After times like that he will run you a bath and if feels guilty he may even join you, choosing to call it a night much sooner and lay with you in bed, allowing you to cuddle up to him and stroking your back until you fall asleep.

As far as names go he likes it when you call him Alpha. Calling him Croc results in him grunting but he won’t tell you to stop, secretly liking the little name. You however are called a number of things, omega, darling, sweetheart depends on his mood. If you hear your actual name fall from his lips it usually means he is in a no messing around mood and you better do what he says or else. 

He likes when you perch yourself on his lap without him telling you to. The man enjoys showing off and seeing the way people envy him for having such a catch makes him smirk around his cigar. 

When sitting on his lap he will rub your body, following your curves with his hand. He may even brush back your hair with his hook but you don’t flinch, knowing he would never hurt you. 

If he is working he doesn’t mind for you to come sit in his office to read or anything as long as you are quiet and don’t distract him from his work. 

He likes to pick out the things you wear wanting you dressed just as nice as him. 

He doesn’t take you out often because he knows how much of a target you would be and how rare omegas are. When he does he will not put up with anyone’s eyes focusing on you for too long. 

He is a very possessive alpha. You are always covered in his scent and his marks, a clear warning to others that you are a claimed omega. 

Sleeping arrangements at first were you in one room and him in another. After a while he allowed you to move into his room and would pull you to him to sleep curled up against his large form. He is never the little spoon, don’t even ask. 

Over time you come to fully accept him as your alpha and he will slowly, very slowly grow softer when he is with you. 

If the two of you are together when he goes to prison then you are hidden away safely. He was sure of himself yes but he is a businessman and had a back up plan. Once he gets out he will quickly pick up his omega before heading to the new world.

[trashytummiez]

what if Orca ate too much and Killer Croc rubs her belly?

Killer croc returned to his underground lair and rubbed his scaly stomach hungrily. It growled like an animal and left him grumbling for his own stomach to keep it down. But when he checked his fridge to his dread he saw the whole thing was picked clean.

"What the hell?!" Croc shouted.

He had a stocked fridge when he left how could it it be empty just like that?

Then he heard groaning from the other room and straight away got his answer.

There he found his girlfriend Orca sitting on the floor and caressing her massively stuffed tummy. Orca had eaten so much that her stomach looked like she was pregnant and expecting any second now. Her blubbery tummy was so huge that she had to sit on the floor with her back against the wall and her thighs spread out just to give it some room to breathe.

"Ey why'd ya eat everythin' in the fridge??" Killer Croc complained.

Orca groaned miserably. "Unnngh sorry Croc. Something got me feeling anxious again so I had to distract myself..."

"So ya settled on cleanin' me out?"

Orca hiccuped which made her huge belly jostle and slorsh. Not a good feeling right now. "...Unf couldn't help myself..."

The way her massive tummy groaned so loudly was enough to make even Killer Croc cringe almost as hard as Orca did. He'd certainly been there countless times in his life.

He decided to cut his girlfriend some slack so Croc sat down next to her and planted his rough scaly hands against her giant smooth tummy. Then in a surprisingly gentle way Killer croc began to rub Orca's massive tummy with a great deal of care. His hands delicately moved up the giant blubbery medicine ball of a tummy where his claws gently dug into the fat flesh.

Orca's eyes rolled to the back of her head and she moaned at the much needed tummy rub. For a monster so rigid Killer Croc knew how to be surprisingly tactile and docile with her.

"That feel good?" Croc asked.

Orca hummed through her chest and smiled pleasantly.

Killer Croc grinned and kept it up even when his own stomach rumbled.

Orca frowned guiltily when she heard Croc's scaly belly complaining. "Sorry I really should've left you something..."

"Ah it's cool. It's pretty late so I'll go back up t'the surface and find a mugger later."

Orca shrugged. At least Killer Croc would be getting a more filling meal that way. Then she continued to enjoy his soothing treatment over her tummy.

His scaly hand ran up and down the fatty side of Orca's massive stomach. He just kept rubbing it up and down occasionally rubbing upwards with his palm or gripping into Orca's blubber and kneading it to help it settle. Croc's hands traced over every bit of that giant whale belly and kneaded into it on top of rubbing away.

Orca sat there loving every second of it. Especially when Croc dug his claw into her very deep belly button. Croc kneaded into Orca's navel moving around circularly inside which got Orca moaning a little louder. Even when she was human her belly button was always extra delicate.

When Croc yanked his claw out of her belly button her whole chubby tummy wobbled around until Croc patted it heartily which caused it to slosh around and made Orca hiccup again.

"Man ya really know how to pack this stuff away don'tcha!" Croc admired.

"I stress-eat sometimes," Orca admitted with embarrassment. "I keep meaning to maintain better self control."

"Pssh self control's overrated," Killer Croc dismissed speaking from extensive gluttonous experience himself. "Besides ya look good with a belly on ya," Croc almost purred when he grabbed a hold of Orca's hefty blubbery tummy.

Orca blushed and scowled back in response. "Y-You're just saying that to make me feel better."

"Naw I'm serious," Croc insisted and looked down at that big plump tummy which he rubbed circles all over. "Ya look sexy as hell."

"...You're an idiot..." Orca said but the way her cheeks flared up hinted something else.

She didn't object when he continued stroking her tummy though. Her silky flesh felt so smooth to Croc even with his scales partially diluting everything he felt. Even he could feel the sleekness to it and how much softer it was when Orca was so unbelievably bloated. He couldn't help marvel at her girth as his hands roamed every bit of that hefty belly.

Killer Croc fondled her heavy underbelly gripping into her tummy and heaving her whole stomach up a little to just feel its weight in his arms. And the way he looked down at this massive tummy with this hungry look in his eyes was telling.

Maybe Killer Croc really did have a thing for tummies, especially Orca's tummy.

Orca also had to admit. Having her belly tended to by her big scaly boyfriend was doing something for her too.

It was enough to make her forget all about her troubles. At least until Killer Croc brought it back up.

"So what was buggin' ya anyway?" Croc asked while he rubbed.

Orca shifted a little. "You know me. I'm an anxious person."

"But ya usually ain't anxious fer nothin'."

"I don't know. I guess I was just thinking about the future. I've accepted this is who I am now but I don't know things like how it's going to affect my lifespan if I can have children or if it will affect my mind going forward."

"You've been this way fer years now though."

"Mutations do still occur and I never got a chance to read the fine print when they transformed me."

Killer Croc frowned. He'd changed a lot too when he grew up but for as much as he mutated he was still himself. "D'ya feel any different?"

"No?"

"Yer thoughts ever make ya think differently?"

"Well I didn't used to think humans tasted so good," Orca joked and rubbed her fat belly fondly patting it a few times too. "Besides my hunger and my new body though no. I guess not."

"I ain't smart bout nothin' but I know people well enough. I think the fact yer so nervous bout this sorta crap only means yer still you cuz ya always overthink crap. Comes with bein' a nerd right?"

"Scientists aren't nerds," Orca frowned.

Croc grinned teasingly. "C'mon ya could be playin' video games with me but instead yer always readin'? Yer the queen'uh nerds babe!"

"And you're an asshole."

Killer Croc laughed and nodded in agreement. Orca herself couldn't help laugh and shake her head. Croc wasn't the most sensitive of maneating monsters but he was surprisingly very good at listening and helping Orca get out of her own head sometimes. That was all she really needed sometimes and he never failed to give her that relief from her own anxieties.

"Thank you," she said sincerely.

Croc smiled back at her and leaned up to kiss her on the lips.

Or at least he tried to until her huge belly gurgled heavily enough to actually make it ripple slightly.

Orca cringed and turned her head with a fist pushed against her mouth. She stifled a deep burp in her mouth that Killer croc could hear rumbling in her cheeks. Then Orca gripped the dead center of her chunky belly and muffled an even bigger burp that made her cheeks balloon out somewhat.

She blew the gas out from the corner of her mouth and blushed.

"Unnnnf excuse me. That was gross," Orca pardoned herself.

"Pssh ya forget who yer datin'?" Killer Croc teased. "Don't hold 'em in if yer feelin' gassy babe. That ain't gonna feel too hot fer yer gut."

Killer Croc leaned his heavy scaly torso against Orca's giant belly. The added weight of his body alone was causing the pressure to build but then he squeezed Orca's tummy firmly and forced that pressure right up her throat. Before she could stop herself Orca a huge echoing burp that rumbled throughout the tunnels.

BBBRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHP!!!!!!!!!

Croc grinned. "There ya go babe! Get it all out!"

Killer croc gripped the center of Orca's belly and pushed his hands deeply into the middle of her heavy tummy. Before Orca could tell Croc off she burped so hard that the ground felt like it was shaking!

HHUUUUUUUURRRRRAAAAAAAAAOOOOOOOOURRRHP!!!!!!!!!

Croc laughed heartily. "Damn! Ya been holdin' out on me haven'tcha!"

Orca panted heavily and waved her hand to get Croc to pause for a moment. Her blubbery tummy rose and fell heavily with her stunted breath. Orca's face was pretty red. She was never shy about burping at all even back when she was still human. But these days she usually only did that either if she was alone or if the only other person around was in her stomach.

She couldn't help be a little embarrassed by how loud they were. But she had to admit it felt so much better getting the gas out.

Whatever the case Orca puffed out her cheeks and blew in a weary sort of way. "Ungh push here," Orca instructed Killer croc pointing right around her belly button again. She felt that part of her stomach bubbling and making it feel even more tense.

"Grand finale time huh?" Croc grinned. Then he pushed his thumbs into Orca's belly button and pressed both hands right into the middle of her chunky gut. They actually sank into the blubbery belly fat and caused her whole stomach to churn.

The Orca's mouth parted with an absolutely colossal burp that was louder than any she'd ever let out and rumbled out of her tummy so long that Croc stopped counting the seconds.

AAAAAAAAAHHRRAAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUURRRRAAAAAAAAAOOOOOOOOORRRRRHHHHUUUUUURRP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Orca panted so heavily she started drooling. She slumped back in a daze feeling absolute relief while her belly spilled out freely and bubbled much more softly.

Killer croc slapped his thigh with laughter. "GAHAHAHA!!! Holy shit babe! You'n I definitely gotta have ourselves a contest later!" He said childishly patting her tummy and making her hiccup again.

The relief she felt was so astronomical that Orca didn't even blush. She just smacked her lips and said, "I wouldn't want to embarrass you."

And in an uncharacteristic display of cockiness Orca thumped her chest and burped one last time to prove her point.

[xpeachesncream]

pw [2] | the cars that go boom

perfectly wrong | drabble [2]: when your boyfriend likes to play with the cars, but you like to play in the cars.

word count: 2.0k

warnings: unprotected car sex, road head / oral (m. receiving), cussing, mature language, reader catches an attitude and tae knows just how to test you

notes: i’m sorry, i’m filthy lmao i’ll make a softer drabble next 😂 but uh, if you want something messier, acquainted is up. if you want something a little softer, big red is up. 😬 hehe ily, y’all are always so sweet and supportive!!

Your boyfriend was a certified dork, but you couldn't ask for anyone better. He wanted to drag you to the mall to visit the closest LEGO store for a special edition car set, or whatever the hell he said it was, being he stumbled on his own words over the phone due to his excitement. You had never heard his deep, nerdy laugh so much until today. But, you agreed to go because you wanted to go wherever Taehyung went, even if that meant running to the nearest convenience store for toilet paper.

"Baby, let's go! Hurry that ass up! The mall doesn't wait for anyone!" The mall was going to close in the next hour, hence the sense of urgency from Taehyung.

"You better keep your tone down or else the mall is gonna have no choice but to wait." You yelled from his room as you lazily slipped into some biker shorts and his hoodie. You threw the hood over your head and slipped on your crocs before meeting him in his living room. He showed off his boxy smile and danced in place before engulfing you in his arms and showering you with kisses.

"You are such a dork. You're never this excited when you come to see me."

"I'm always excited, love. It's just—"

"Mhm, yeah yeah, special edition. Limited time. Yes, I'm aware. Let's go, you little baby." You walk out his door only to see him standing there with this look on his face. "Babe." You whined. "For real? You rushed me out of the bed! What are you doing?"

"Mm-mm, not until you give me a kiss." His hands are tucked into his pocket while his head remained tilted to the side.

You stood on your tippy toes to plant a good one on his plump lips. "There."

"Okay." He shrugs and happily walks off to the elevator. You shake your head at him, because sometimes, Taehyung was definitely more dramatic than you were.

The drive to the mall isn't far, and your boyfriend is damn near hopping out of the car before putting it in park. Too bad his parking spot was on the opposite end of the LEGO store.

"Because I love you, I'll walk at a normal pace." He slows his speed.

"Yeah, thank you Daddy Long Legs."

"Which leg are we talking about, sweetheart?" He wiggled his eyebrows, making you playfully shove him aside.

"Ew, don't do that." You laughed.

"Hey Tae!" You and Tae were pulled out of your moment when a familiar face from school had passed in the oncoming crowd.

"What's up, Sabrina?" She stops in her tracks and twirls her hair, causing Taehyung to stop in his own tracks. You chuckle to yourself because for one thing, you know the boy is dying to get to his LEGOs. And two, all of a sudden he's a nice guy saying hi to people? Boy, bye. Where was that energy when he was the campus fuckboy?

Anyways, Miss Sabrina doesn't even take one look at you or acknowledge your presence, which makes you stand there with your hand on your hip as you eye her.

"It's been awhile." She bit onto her bottom lip. "Call me sometime so we can catch up." She quickly brushes her hand down his chest before walking off.

"Uh?" You pop your head out from the side, raising your eyebrow at Taehyung who is literally just standing there looking at you.

"Babe, don't even start."

"Don't even start?!" You crossed your arms and began to walk away from him. You can hear him catching up to you with those damn long legs of his, wrapping his arms around your waist to pull you back to him.

"Don't be like that." He kisses you on the forehead, but you push him off and continue walking towards the LEGO store.

"Go and get your thing, Taehyung. I'll just wait out here." You pout. He clicks his teeth before pouting and making his way inside to grab whatever he needed to grab. It only takes him about 5 minutes before he's happily walking back out, even though you're standing there completely unamused.

"You want anything to eat, you little brat?" You rolled your eyes.

"I'm fine."

"Fine, starve, since you wanna have an attitude." He says, walking next to you, arms crossed. You knew he was testing the fuck out of you - you could sense that smirk from a mile away, and it wasn't funny. He always knew how to push your buttons, but you could never stay mad at him for long. That's the part that wasn't funny.

"Fine." You say. At this point, you both are walking to the car in silence, even though you can see Taehyung from your peripherals, eyeing you with his lips doing that thing where it folds inwards every time he wants to hold in his laugh. You plop into your seat, slamming the door shut to buckle your seatbelt and immediately look out the window. A couple of minutes have passed and you realize you still haven't left the parking spot. "Tae." You shift in your seat to look over at him in the driver's seat.

"We're not leaving until you communicate and tell me why you have an attitude all of a sudden."

"All of a sudden? She got all flirty with you when she walked off and you didn't even say anything."

"First of all, just listen to what you said. She walked off before I could even say anything. And what was I supposed to do, push her in public?"

"I mean--"

"Y/N." He looks at you. "Think for a minute, yeah? Don't let your feelings do the talking for you. I know it wasn't the greatest thing to see, but I'm obviously not planning on calling her or interested in catching up."

"She didn't even acknowledge me."

"Why does it matter?"

"Because I'm your girlfriend."

"You are, and everyone is aware. I can go put up fliers if you want me to."

"But that's not my point, you didn't even try to introduce me."

"Why? She doesn't matter to me." You stay silent as you sink back into your seat. Now, it was pretty obvious you were picking a fight for no reason and Taehyung was well aware of your ways. Although it was frustrating, he always tried to be patient and talk you through this. He knew that sometimes, you just needed to be reassured and he had no problem doing that for you.

"She just wanted to get to you, and quite frankly, you're letting her for no reason." He looks at you, but you break eye contact and fiddle with your fingers. You feel his hand lift your chin so that you could be at eye level with him once again. One thing he was also very well aware of was the fact that you broke eye contact every time you started to realize you were wrong. "Baby." He chuckles. "You know I love you, right?"

"Yes." You say lowly.

"I know you're upset, but trust me when I tell you that I would never do anything to jeopardize what we have. Even down to entertaining another woman at the mall. Are you with me?" His thumb is drawing soft lines down your chin.

"I am."

"Then you know we're in this together. Don't shut me out." You whine.

"Why do you have to be so good looking?" He laughs.

"I don't know, but I'm all yours, you know this." He smiles. "Now please stop with the attitude and give me a kiss so we can go home." You plant a kiss on his lips before retreating quietly into your seat. He begins to drive off, getting onto the freeway that would take you back to his place. You smirk, a nasty idea popping into your head as he leans back, one hand on the steering wheel, while the other rested on the center storage console of the car. And you were going to do it for the way Taehyung teased you and tried pushing your buttons earlier. You flip the seatbelt strap over your head so that you have a little more room to move. You start palming at his member on top of his grey sweats, causing him to shoot you a look.

"What do you think you're you doing?" He asks, but doesn't even stop you as you continue, feeling his member quickly harden in his sweat pants, the bulge becoming bigger by the minute. You reach into his sweats and deep into this boxers, pulling out his member to toy with. "Y/N, what are you doing?"

"Since you wanted to test me earlier, thinking you were funny." He bites onto his bottom lip, his knuckles turning white as his hand grips tighter onto the steering wheel. You lower your mouth onto his cock, tongue teasing the red, angry tip as you lick the pre-cum pooling at the top.

"Are you really doing this right now?" You say nothing, but allow the sounds of your slurping do the talking. "God." He groans, quickly taking his eyes off of the road to watch your head move up and down on his cock. "You're going to make me take an exit so I can fuck you proper."

"All talk and no action, Kim Taehyung." Suddenly, the car abruptly swerves, causing you to squeal right before you were planning to lower yourself back down onto his member. You can sense the switch in Tae's body language, causing you to silently chuckle to yourself as you lick swipes down his tip and suck on it gently. Everything suddenly gets darker, and you quickly raise your head to see the car coming to a stop near the curb on a dim, quiet street. Tae shifts the gear into parking and turns off his headlights before raising your chin up to his face.

"Get the fuck on top right now." You bite onto your bottom lip, gladly releasing your seatbelt and getting out of your biker shorts to ride him properly. He shoves your panties to the side, allowing you to instantly sink down on his member, your walls wet from how turned on you are at this moment. He lets out a breathy moan as his hands are gripping your hips, watching you sink further and further down until you feel his entire member filling you up, ready to re-arrange your guts like there's no tomorrow. You could careless about this public indecency and if any cars passed by, catching you fuck your boyfriend in the driver's seat. All that mattered right now was how good it felt and how his tip constantly touched your spot every time you rocked your hips back and forth. Your head tilted back in pleasure, Taehyung's fingers digging deep into your hips while he hisses and groans. "Faster, baby. Show me that this cock is yours." So you do what you're told. Your hip movements get messier, completely disregarding the fact that the car is slightly shaking from how hard you're riding your man.

"Fuck, babe! Ughhhhmygod." Your words mesh together as you feel your climax approaching, ready to take over your entire body.

"Oh, shiiiiit." He gasps, feeling your walls tightly constrict and hug his hardened member, causing him to cum a lot quicker than expected. "Fuuuck!" He groans into your chest, his fingers ready to pierce through your hips. Your lips lightly graze his forehead as you catch your breath, pressing your lips against them once you've gotten yourself together. You look down at him smiling from beneath you, his teeth almost piercing his bottom lip. "You're nasty."

"Don't ever try and test me like that again." You smirk.

"That's fucking hot." He tucks his sweats up while you fix yourself back into the passenger's seat, slipping into your biker shorts. "I hope you're ready for when we get home."

"Please, as soon as you pull out your LEGO set, I won't be hearing from you for the rest of the night."

[terramous]

you look a little tired, when did you last eat?

a med fic for @crockettmarcel's birthday!! my dearest nova i love u a lot title: sleeping at last - two word count: 1.7k AO3

Notoriously throughout his career, Crockett had not taken too kindly to residents. More often than not, they were annoying and they got in the way. Noah was the exception though.

They’d done a few surgeries so far during that shift, the most recent being Noah’s first appendectomy where Crockett’s main role was just supervising his resident. It’d all gone off without a hitch and Crockett had offered to shout Noah whatever he wanted from the cafeteria but he’d been turned down in favour of returning to the ED.

He was good company and a damn good doctor, not that Crockett would ever admit that to his face. But he was happy to let Noah take the lead on a few evaluations, choosing to just observe him and his process of dealing with patients.

Crockett eyed Noah carefully as he looked over the chart in his hands, he was intently focused on reading the information, even going as far as to poke his tongue out as he analysed the information they’d gathered so far. Crockett had gotten familiar with the younger doctor’s seemingly constant state of high energy to immediately notice when he was experiencing a little too much peace and quiet.

His resident was getting less and less chatty as the shift went on, however.

Throughout his career, Crockett had become incredibly familiar with how to tell when someone was pushing themselves through exhaustion.

“You know you can head home if you want, right? You’ve been on the clock for twelve hours and you don’t have to stay any longer if you’re tired,” he said as soon as the two of them left the treatment room.

“No- No, I’m good. I’m fine,” Noah said, straightening his posture as he smiled at Crockett.

He wasn’t entirely convinced, but he didn’t want to push it too hard. “You could always take a nap in the breakroom and I’ll wake you up when I need you.”

Noah met Crockett’s eye and scowled a little. “You never need me.”

“You have your uses.”

-

Crockett was idly filling out paperwork on the clipboard he had resting on his thigh as Noah chatted his ear off. He wasn’t entirely paying attention to the younger doctor’s ramblings, but he was getting the general gist. Something about comics and planning halloween costumes even though it’s April.

It was just light-hearted rambling and Crockett was happy to listen.

After a while, Noah fell quiet. Crockett assumed probably to catch his breath. But the silence lasted longer than Crockett had ever heard Noah go without speaking.

Maybe Noah had asked him a question while he was only half-listening and was patiently asking for a response.

“Sorry Noah, can you repeat yourself?”

Noah didn’t say anything but Crockett could hear the squeak of his sneakers on the floor as he likely took a step.

“Everything okay?” Crockett asked, still scribbling away at his paperwork.

The silence he got in reply was enough to make him at least a little worried.

Crockett tucked his pen back in his pocket as he looked up at Noah who was still standing a short distance away from him. It couldn’t be more than a few feet between them so it only took Crockett a second to pick up on the weird vibe in the air. “You good?”

As quickly as he had picked up on the weird vibe, Crockett keyed into how off Noah looked. He was just standing there, staring off into the distance.

Crockett followed his gaze to find nothing of significance, it was just the corridor leading to the elevators. He looked pale and Crockett swore he could see a thin sheen of sweat coating his skin, it set off the alarms in Crockett’s head almost instantly.

“Are you feeling okay, Noah? Do you wanna sit down for a bit?” Crockett asked again, eyeing Noah carefully.

Crockett was about to ask again or give Noah a poke, but he didn’t have the chance to as Noah dropped like a bag of stones.

There were only a few seconds for Crockett to surge forward and grab his now unconscious resident. Noah was a dead weight in his arms as Crockett eased them both to the ground, carefully setting Noah down.

“Can I get a hand over here?” he called over his shoulder before quickly turning his attention back to Noah. “Dr. Sexton, can you hear me? Noah? Noah, can you open your eyes for me?” Crockett asked as he leant down to listen for breathing.

He could feel Noah’s breath against his cheek which helped to ease his anxiety a little. Now it was a matter of trying to figure out why his resident had randomly collapsed on the floor.

Turning Noah on his side was an easy motion, second nature to Crockett as he kept his eyes glued to the rise and fall of Noah’s chest.

It only took Crockett a careful few shakes of Noah’s shoulder before he was met with a groan and Noah was blinking his eyes open. He had only been out for about ten seconds but Crockett was glad to see him awake and did little to conceal his relief.

Noah looked up at Crockett with furrowed eyebrows as he tried to connect the dots. Crockett offered him a watery smile, a small gesture of comfort.

“Crockett- what?” Noah was definitely still a little dazed and even more confused.

“You fainted.”

Noah just groaned and squeezed his eyes shut. “Embarrassing.”

Crockett subtly waved off Monique and a few other nurses that hovered nearby. He could handle a little fainting spell. Noah could lie down in the breakroom for a bit until Crockett sorted out someone to take him home.

“Do you think you can sit up?” he asked carefully, voice softer than he used with most, generally reserved only for younger patients who were scared and confused by the hospital and his presence.

Noah just nodded and held onto Crockett, letting the older man do most of the work in getting him to sit up. At least Noah had a firm grip on Crockett’s forearms to anchor himself and make Crockett’s job a little easier.

Crockett kept a close eye on Noah as he eased his resident into a seated position. He watched carefully as Noah almost instantly went pale again.

“Are you doing okay?” Crockett asked, keeping his hold on Noah.

Shaking his head slowly and blinking furiously, Noah tightened his grip on Crockett. “I think I’m gonna pass out again.”

“Okay, that’s alright. I’m just gonna lie you down again, okay?”

Noah squinted at Crockett. “You say ‘okay’ a lot.”

“I miss when you were unconscious, you were much quieter.”

“I mean, I could stand up but you’d have to catch me,” Noah said with a shrug.

“Just shut up and lie down,” Crockett said, rolling his eyes as he eased Noah back down. In a few seconds the colour was coming back to Noah’s face. Lying down: good, sitting up: bad. Looking over his shoulder, Crockett met Monique’s gaze and mouthed a quick ‘gurney?’ turning back to Noah as she nodded and scurried off.

Crockett didn’t even realise that Ethan was there until he was helping to lift Noah onto the gurney. Crockett would have to remember to thank him later, once Noah looked a little less like he was going to keel over.

“You’re not gonna tell April about this, right?” Noah asked as the gurney started moving towards one of the treatment rooms. It was likely that Noah just needed a chocolate bar to come right but no one was going to let him off without a full workup.

“I don’t think I have a choice,” Crockett said, shaking his head. “Someone is bound to snitch on you by the time she comes back downstairs.”

“Dr Marcel you’re needed in treatment room three,” Maggie chimed from the corridor, eyeing the three of them carefully before continuing on her way.

Crockett looked at Ethan who gave him a firm nod. “I’ve got him, you can go.”

-

“I was hounding you to sleep but I should’ve been buying you lunch and a bottle of water,” Crockett said as he hovered in the doorway of Noah’s treatment room. He looked fine now, probably because Crockett had been gone for the better part of an hour but Crockett was vaguely aware of the fact that April was probably plotting his murder for letting her baby brother push himself to the point of passing out.

Ethan had at least had the decency to send Monique to tell Crockett that Noah was okay and not on the brink of death and it was just a matter of him forgetting to eat or drink anything for the entire duration of their shift so far, if not longer.

Noah seemed to perk up at Crockett’s arrival, his eyes scanning for what Crockett was holding behind his back.

“Did you get-”

“Sweet and salty popcorn and an iced tea? Yup,” Crockett finished for him, tossing the food on the end of the bed. He’d at least had the decency to swing by the cafeteria for Noah’s favourite on his way back to the ED.

Noah beamed at him. “I love you.”

Crockett couldn’t help but to raise an eyebrow at Noah, folding his arms across his chest. “Are you dying?”

“Nope,” Noah said as he popped a handful of popcorn in his mouth.

“He might be but we’ll never know since he won’t let Ethan run any tests,” April said, her disapproval audible in her every word. Crockett had no doubt that if Noah wasn’t currently in a hospital bed that April would smack him over the head.

Noah just rolled his eyes and sighed. He looked a lot younger when he interacted with April and this was no exception. “I’m fine, April.”

“You fainted!” she hissed.

“Because I forgot to eat, not because I’m secretly dying.”

Crockett shrugged. “You can never be too safe, darlin’. Running some tests will just rule out anything of concern.”

“Aw, were you worried?” Noah cooed.

“I do like it when my residents don’t drop to the ground in the middle of shift, yes.”

“See, Noah?” April asked, poking her brother in the shoulder. “You’re gonna break his heart if you pull another stunt like this.”

Noah looked between April and Crockett with wide eyes and raised eyebrows. “He has a heart?”

Crockett blew him a kiss.

Noah mimed smacking it away with a bat.

“You’re a menace,” Crockett said, narrowing his eyes.

“Love you too, Croc.”

[i-loves-my-lemurs]

Fanfic writer's director's commentary! Thanks to @candycoloredwolf for the ask! I chose to talk about my first panchulien oneshot 'Wanna Dance?'. I wrote it in a single night on impulse so there's a few grammar mistakes and other stuff I noticed upon revisiting it.

I probably went way overboard on my commentary (oops) but it was so much fun going through it all. I hope this is entertaining.

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*the crocodile ambassador gave him an unusually soft smile.*

After everything that's happened in the show, I feel like the croc ambassador would have warmed up to Julien quite a bit and come to respect him as a leader. Also he's trying to butter Julien up before complaining about one of his subjects.

*provided they were on their best behaviour. It had said on the invitation that it was a 'sophisticated' event, so Maurice had managed to wrangle all of the lemurs into formal wear, and everyone seemed to be enjoying themselves, dancing in pairs to the soft music*

Man, I just love it when characters dress up in fancy outfits and go dancing together (like in the prom episode). One of my favourite tropes in fact, so I just had to throw it in there!

*but still all this fancy partnered dancing wasn't entirely to the ringtail's taste.*

As much as I like the formal dancing stuff, it wouldn't be something Julien would enjoy, so he's already looking for an excuse to bounce and throw his own afterparty. He's only stayed so far to try and be polite and improve relations between their kingdoms or something else that Maurice told him to do.

*Clover, Sage and the rest of the mountain lemur kingdom was there, and the king and queen were happily sharing a waltz. Maurice was dancing with his sister while Prince Brodney was teaching their children the steps*

This takes place after the show's finale, but without the inclusion of the zoosters, so sort of like a parallel universe? Where Julien and Clover are monarchs together, which I think is neat. Also People tend to forget that Maurice has a sister, myself included really, and I kinda wish they'd had more cute bonding moments, so I gave then a brother/sister dance.

*even Pancho was leaning against a tree*

Aside from the main squad (excluding Mort of course) Pancho is the only minor lemur that Julien really mentions here. Almost like he was looking for him specifically. Hmmm....

*He caught Julien's eye and winked. Julien chuckled fondly.*

Casual flirt.

*"I do have a minor issue with the behaviour of one of your, ahem, subjects*

That little cough just feels like something the croc ambassador would do when he's embarrassed, or to sound authoritative, so he did.

*Julien tore his eyes away from Pancho*

"Tore his eyes away" almost like he didnt want to look away. Hmmm...

*The anxious lemur was currently giggling as he twirled his new boyfriend around*

Ah, I just want Willie to be happy and have a good time with his bf. He deserves to laugh more. New boyfriend infers that they're in the early stages of their relationship, so they're just messing around being silly and cute and having fun together.

*but Horst and Mary Ann weren't doing much better.*

Horst and Mary Ann deserve a nice romantic dance. It would be pretty awkward because she's twice his size and can only really walk on all fours, but they don't even care. They just cut their own path through the dance floor and ignore everyone else, no matter how annoyed the other dancers are because they keep getting in the way.

*"Well, they're both males!" He said. "It's completely unnatural, wouldn't you agree?"*

Oof, the croc ambassador wants that snooty monarch solidarity with Julien since he's the most popular king in Madagascar, but that ain't happening any time soon. Not with that attitude!

*Julien was lost for words. He had known ever since he was young that he liked boys. Every male in the kingdom liked boys! In fact, it was considered a little unusual if you WEREN'T interested in the same gender.*

I like the idea that homosexuality is just the norm in the party kingdom, kinda like She-Ra. People are just gay and nobody thinks anything of it and coming out is celebrated. Julien doesn't care if you're gay or straight though, he just cares for his peeps and wants them to love who they love.

*whatever their genders were*

A subtle difference between Julien and the croc ambassador, Julien says 'genders' while croc ambassador says 'sexes' because Julien is more open to the idea of gender not being confined to biology.

*Julien took a few deep breaths and tried desperately to not get angry.

"What's the problem man, they're just dancing." He remarked in what he hoped was a neutral tone.*

Julien tries to keep his cool here, a bit of his character development showing. He now knows that everything doesnt have to be a scene, so keeps his temper. It's also kind of to protect Willie and his partner though. He knows they're having a good time and he doesn't want to bring to their attention that their host doesn't like what they're doing, because he knows they'll be upset.

 *"rather not have it ruined by such atrocities being committed!"*

And this was the point where I started to hate the croc ambassador too while writing.

*"Oh, hey Julio." Pancho smiled at him. "I was just gonna-"*

Pancho was just gonna say that he was bored with the party and wanted to leave. He would have asked if Julien wanted to come with (he could tell Julio was getting bored and he couldn't have THAT), which would have been a different fanfiction entirely.

*"Wanna dance?" Julien said.*

I honestly can't remember if I thought of the title or this line first.

*He considered sticking his tongue out at the reptile's back, but ultimately decided that such a juvenile display wasn't the best way to get his point across.*

Again, character development. Julien has matured (a little) and realised that there are better, more fulfilling ways of getting revenge.

*"OK." Pancho said with a shrug, and slid his paw over to Julien's waist,*

Once Pancho can mentally catch up with what's going on, he rolls with it. In fact, he sorta likes the idea of dancing with Julien, and had been trying to gather the courage to ask him for most of the night. I wonder why...

*As they danced though, he began to feel his attention drawn to a different place: how smooth Pancho was on the dance floor,*

We all know Julien's attention span is not great, so there's no way he's going to be able to stay angry when he's too busy being distracted by Pancho's smoothness.

*He raised an eyebrow. "You just couldn't resist?"*

Not entirely subtle flirt.

*"But you know, you're not a bad pick." He patted Pancho on the arm.*

Not entirely subtle either flirt.

*"Abner over there's been missing steps and stumbling all night!" He glanced over at Abner and his wife with a small frown.*

Poor Abner, he's the one getting picked on tonight. Bit of a running gag here.

*Pancho's eyes widened and he instinctively pulled Julien closer, whether it was to shield him or to further prove the point, Julien couldn't tell, but the ringtail wasn't complaining.*

Pancho does pull Julien closer on instinct to protect him, he knows how badly homophobia would hurt Julien's feelings. Julien is just loving it though. He was more angry for Willie's sake than hurt anyways.

*"But us lemurs dance with guys all the time!" Pancho exclaimed. "I've seen you kiss four different guys at a party once! What's his problem?"

"That's what I'm saying, wait I did what?"*

Even if they weren't a couple, dancing together is just something the males would do. They're that casual. And of course Julien would go around kissing everybody at his parties when he gets drunk enough. Poor Julien doesnt remember half of what he does at parties though.

*"Oh no, I don't mind." Pancho remarked, then cleared his throat awkwardly, looking away.*

Awkward silence much? Internally Pancho is just screaming *why did you say that?!" because he doesn't know how to handle his feelings right now, especially not with Julien so close.

(For any other ballroom dance enthusiasts, what they're dancing would be a mix between a waltz and a slow dance. Like a casual, less fancy waltz that's quite easy for them to get the hang of, but still quite romantic and personal).

*"You know Julio, I don't think he's gonna notice." Pancho remarked.*

But eventually Pancho plucks up the courage. They're already dancing, he tells himself. And Julien just wants to make the crocodile ambassador mad. Julien kisses people platonically all the time so he won't question it. If he doesnt like it, say you were doing it to piss off the crocodiles. And if he does like it... well...

*"Well, I had an idea." Pancho was avoiding his gaze again."*

He's still nervous of course, but he's made up his mind. It's all or nothing, baby!

*"Lay it on me." Julien said.*

And he does! Literally!

*And holy Sky Gods.*

I was tempted to have this line be 'holy crap' or 'holy sh*t' because that's what I would say idk but holy sky gods just works better for the show's lore, and allows the story to keep a G rating.

*All thoughts of spiting the crocodile ambassador had been fully driven from his mind*

Julien just gets so caught up in the moment, he's all "what crocodile ambassador?" he just wants to keep kissing.

*Julien stroked his paw through Pancho's soft fur and deepened their kiss.*

I imagine Pancho's fur would be very soft, he's always playing around with explosives so he's bound to get his fur burnt off every now and then, and it grows back softer.

This was the first time I wrote the lemurs kissing, so it's not the most explicit thing in the world. I probably couldn't write an explicit kiss scene to save my life though.

*"Hoo-ah." Pancho sighed softly.*

Hoo-ah" is exactly what Pancho would say after having his mind blown by a kiss like that. Just no thoughts, head Julien.

*"Yeah, crocodile ambassador certainly thinks so." Pancho said, a wild grin overcoming his face*

Heh heh, Pancho's happy because he just got to kiss his crush (and he liked it!) But also because he can see the croc ambassador is pissed and he loves the opportunity to mess.

*some looking angry, some looking intrigued*

Some of the crocs are intrigued because they've never been able to be open about who they are or experiment because of compulsory heterosexuality in their kingdom. Seeing two guys just being so open about their attraction to each other would definitely help them rethink things. They've never seen gay love expressed like this and it's new and exciting.

*Julien's face broke out into an ecstatic grin.

"Yeah that's right!" He called wildly. "I kissed a guy! At your party! Boom, I like kissing guys! Ha, suck on that loser! Woohoo!"*

Oh the sweet triumph of proving a point. This rant was a joy to write, it just feels very Julien.

*He grabbed Pancho's hand and held it up.*

Grab your boyfriend's hand, hold it aloft like a prize.

*"I'm like ninety percent sure Ted likes kissing guys!"*

Haha, poor Teddy needs to be extracted from the closet, pronto. Julien just has an excellent gaydar.

* and tucked a protective arm around his daughter's shoulders, turning her away from Julien.*

I imagine princess Amy would have some questions after this, questions which her father would definitley struggle to answer. If she really wants to find out what Pancho and Julien were doing, I imagine she'd visit the party kingdom alone, and the lemurs would be happy to answer her questions. Pancho and Julien may have ushered in a new era for the crocodile kingdom and their relationship with LGBT+.

*There came a cheer from the crowd of lemurs and they all began to head off the dance floor*

Of course the other lemurs go with Julien immediately, he's their king after all and the moment he suggests that someone might not be cool with their sexualities, they're ready to bounce.

*Clover and Sage at the front hand in hand,*

Clover and Sage would definitley be behind Julien 100%. The moment he declares that they're out of there, they just drop everything to leave with him.

*some mountain lemur ladies holding hands too.*

Mountain lemur lesbians? Anyone? I just think it's neat.

*"You read my mind, Julio."

Julien pulled Pancho towards him and tried to ignore how it felt like there was a little party going on in his stomach when Pancho called him that.*

Julien really likes that name! I see it as an affectionate nickname Pancho gave him that eventually just evolves into a pet name that makes Julien a little warm and fuzzy inside every time he hears it.

*Julien's heart leapt with joy to see Willie clutching his boyfriend's hands as they danced.*

Daaaww, Julien might pick on Willie but at the end of the day he likes to see him happy. He's glad they don't have to stay at a party where their dancing is scrutinised.

*Pancho rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly as they stood face to face. "I'm sorry about kissing you, I just-"*

Now that there's some distance between them, Pancho has had time to think and wonder "oh sheesh, what if I messed it up, what if he only felt like it was platonic" and he's now all embarrassed, poor leem. He's just a guy in love.

*He nodded, then cleared his throat in an attempt to get a grip on his emotions. "You know, um, while we were dancing*

And now we see Julien trying to hold it together, these two are just so precious and I can totally see them stumbling over their feelings like that.

*kissed Pancho on the forehead, giggling slightly at the other lemur's squeak of surprise.*

Pancho is the perfect height for affectionate forehead kisses, let's not forget it!

*Pancho and Julien headed onto the dancefloor together and moved their bodies to the beat.*

They would have spent the night together just dancing and vibing (and making out probably).

*Nobody there who gave them the stink-eye or who told them that they were wrong. They danced and had fun and kissed without a care in the world. Julien felt so happy that his kingdom was a place where he could kiss Pancho all he liked.*

Ah I really went to town on the "love is love" concept here, didn't I? Well, a theme is a theme.

Julien's just really happy at the place he's created. He's glad they can dance and kiss and all that jazz, and he did that, he created a kingdom free of prejudice. It's exactly how I can see the kingdom's relationship with LGBT+ going down, a place where they're all just happy to vibe and be themselves.

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And that's the end. I hope you enjoyed this premium insight into my writings, and if you want commentary on another of my stories, or just have random questions, then my inbox is always open :)

[philomenafm]

(NATALIA DYER, DEMI GIRL) - Have you seen PHILOMENA CARMICHAEL? PHILLY is in HER/THEIR SOPHOMORE year. The WILDLIFE SCIENCE MAJOR is 20 years old & is a TAURUS. People say SHE/THEY are WHIMSICAL, PATIENT, APATHETIC and UNPREDICTABLE. Rumors say they’re a member of CALLOWAY. I heard from the gossip blog that SHE CONCEALED MURDEROUS EVIDENCE  (JAMES. 21. EST. THEY/THEM.)

ive done sm switches bt. she is the one. she is the one i love. trust me. ples. this is an old intro n im frankly. too lazy 2 read it bt. i love her a lot shes very good please like her

TW CANCER, TRAUMA, DEPERSONALIZATION / DEREALIZATION DISORDER ( ALT. DISSOCIATION ), DEATH, DECAY, MAGGOTS.

aesthetic.

wildflowers in your hair and bare feet against moss, binoculars and maps, madonna beating out of half-dead speakers in a half-dead van, whipping wind, jumping off cliffs and rolling down hills, a bandaid wrapped around each finger, cryptic bumper stickers and cryptids in the woods, facing the sun and letting the rays hit you, counting stars late into the night, dancing naked in the woods with nothing but fire to light your way, mismatched socks and lucky ribbons, hoarding a box of special treasures, shoplifting and diner-dashing, bleach against roots, pink sweaters paired with ripped fishnets and slip dresses with knock off uggs, willingly wearing crocs, glitter stickers, fungi and feeling one with them, lying down and decomposing, they’ll find us in a week. they’ll find us in a week.

basics.

full name: philomena brontë carmichael

nickname(s): philly, phil, etc.

b.o.d. - april 20th, 2000

label(s): the amaranth, the halycon, the neophyte, the wanderer, etc. etc.

height: 5′4″

hometown: woodside, ca

sexuality: demisexual

pinterest ( & her family pinterest b/c they’re my most developed family uwu)

stats

favorite song: wonderfully bizarre, bendigo fletcher / we can be defined by the things we want / i’ll be a life full of free haircuts from the one that i love / we’ll collect fallen out teeth in a candy jar / mice for the backyard peregrine falcon reservation.

background.

a middle child belonging to christopher and imogen carmichael - two stanford professors. christopher specialized in british literature whilst imogen specialized in the classics. hence the name.

the order of siblings goes as such: lysander, elektra, juno, philomena, and twins orion & valora. the deal was that everybody had a greek (or in juno’s case, roman) first name and a middle name inspired by a piece of british literature circa 1800s and under. a family of nerds, if you will.

so, clearly - right off the bat, their parents are … eccentric. they’re both in love with their respected topic, and with each other, and with their kids. the carmichael family is a happy family.

they each have their own quirks and whatnot - though philly’s always been particularly dreamy - even as a child, she’d spend hours watching clouds or caterpillars or the leaves blow in the wind rather than play with other kids. she wasn’t a shy kid - she just had her own interests.

hardship doesn’t hit the family until philomena is five and starts having splitting headaches. they’re slow at first - but as soon as she’s seeing spots and unable to walk in a straight line, doctor appointments are made.

it doesn’t take long for them to discover the tumor, though the official diagnosis of malignant ependymoma comes a month later.

it’s grade ii but slow-moving, small enough to not be as much of a threat as worried, but big enough where removal is necessary. philomena earns a scar and brings it in for show-and-tell. for two months afterwards, philly’s at radiotherapy monday through friday.

they’re lucky - philomena’s considered cancer-free by the next year. she’s babied at first - handled delicately, as if she could break if touched - but with five other children … it doesn’t last for too long.

and life continues as normal.

her personality doesn’t shift much over the next few years - she’s awfully independent for a kid, and awfully quiet - when she speaks it’s about faeries and bigfoot, about how the sky is so blue and if you listen quietly, you can hear the leaves whisper their secrets to each other. this is not odd.

she’s close to all her siblings, but she idolizes her older sister - elektra. elektra’s six years older and dyes her hair whatever colors she wants. elektra bought a knife off a seedy guy downtown. elektra threw away all of her heels and renounced god. elektra is god. her music is loud but it’s not heavy - it’s florence and the machine.

they’re opposites - elektra’s boisterous and feels loudly, philomena’s softer and feels…less. when elektra sneaks out, philomena keeps watch. they are a duo.

philomena is smart - but she’s fifteen and hates school. hates sitting inside all day. hates the same routine - day after day - it’s all the same. her parents’ routine is the same, philly feels contained and she wants to live.

elektra’s twenty-one and just bought a brand new spanking (used but not falling apart) 19-something volkswagen … van - using her entire savings account. she says she’s tired of routine, she’s leaving the next day.

naturally, philomena stows away in the back and isn’t discovered until they’re two states away and she’s got to pee. elektra nearly crashes the van in shock.

it’s an argument - philomena vs. elektra, then them vs. their parents, then their parents vs. the school, the state - it’s an ordeal. philomena switches to an online program in the end.

it hurts christopher and imogen - lysander’s not having any of their nonsense, juno’s betrayed and alone - the twins are twins. in the end, it’s alright. the carmichael family is a happy family.

philomena and elektra take their time - it’s not a road trip, it’s their new life, permanently on the road. they stop and explore often - they do odd jobs in whatever town they settle in. they dine-n-dash, they shoplift. they survive in their own way.

during particularly desperate times, they two resorted to identity theft & credit fraud - getting away with it only by ditching the cards once they’ve made it out of state.

she drops out of high school officially when she’s seventeen - they have to drive all the way back to california to deal with the wrath of their parents and to deal with paperwork, but it’s done. philomena doesn’t know what path she wants in life - but it’s not that.

it’s during this time that the episodes occur - philomena’s outside her body, philomena’s wrapped in cotton, her memories are not her own. she’s looking in the mirror and she doesn’t recognize herself. they take shelter in a city for six months, long enough for her brand spankin’ new therapist to figure out what’s wrong with her. she’s diagnosed with depersonalization / derealization disorder - they think it’s stress. philomena doesn’t get stressed. they think it’s trauma. she laughs - she never laughs.

there is trauma though, deep-rooted but somewhere inside - you just have to look for it.

you. just. have. to. look. for. it. look for it. look for it. look for it look for it look -

you were ten and she was thirteen, an off-trail hike in familiar woods in a familiar town, safe and familiar. it was your idea, to stray from the carved out paths, down creeks and up hills and round, and round again. you’re the one who spotted the scarf first, sticking up from the dirt and dancing in the wind like the beginning of reincarnation. it was not reincarnation, it was discovery. it was ruin. with curiosity drawn, you skidded down - with compliance, followed juno, followed your sister - clumsy in her steps and tumbling down quicker than you. you saw the corpse, but juno felt it. decaying flesh and maggot.

and she left juno, just like that - just five years later, when juno had finally gone to the end of her wits. philly up and left. abandoned her.

philomena and elektra leave the city after that therapy session. they do not return. she’s always been good at hiding her secrets.

three years later and her parents want philly to have a higher education - desperate for it, really - worried for her future. it’s a battle that she loses, getting her ged and applying to a local college in florida in shameful compliance.

they’re there for a year until philly gets (expectantly) expelled from the community college & the two of them are banned from the town they’d residing in up until that point. they don’t talk about it - but boy, was it one hell of a time.

they found refuge in preaker, a town that seemed to suit them well - it suited elektra’s desire to travel up and down the east coast, and it intrigued philomena enough to the point of her being content with staying. soon after, philly officially transferred to yates for her freshmen spring term & theyve been here since.

(whenever anna brings cillian uh. he’s in here too he’s been traveling w them fr like 3ish years. i just cannot rewrite atm KDSGLSDKLGKFGHLKSL bt hes here. n hes sexy. n we love him. bro3tp)

OH. hey yeah the secret. errmm. tht’s on cillian. philly just hid the evidence. no they didnt kill someone yes they did no they did not <3 yes

personality & facts.

she’s quiet but she’s confident - her voice sounds like rustling leaves, if leaves smoked a pack of cigarettes a day.

often underestimated - philly’s petite and looks like she’d fall over if a plastic bag blew too close to her. she’s independent - for the most part. elektra is the only person philly takes orders from.

has always been considered odd - weird, strange. still talks about the trees as if they’re listening, as if they’re old friends. she’s vague and doesn’t elaborate on the things she says.

believes in pretty much any superstition you throw her way. luck is very important to her. if you ask her if the earth is flat, she’ll say probably. believes strongly in bigfoot and the lochness monster. has personally seen aliens, and loves ghosts almost more than herself.

she can be amusing - whether you ‘get’ her or not, her outlook is often bright - she talks about the negatives the same way she talks about the positives. can be seen as naive or gullible, but she’s plenty smart. even if half of her education has come directly from google.

philly doesn’t laugh. a smile, yes - often, in fact - not always reaching her ears, or bearing teeth - but these are not indicators of her happiness. philly is consistently content. she thinks many things are funny - she still will not laugh.

her voice is often monotonous - she doesn’t sound dreary, she sounds far-away. her voice carries. her emotions are often unknown to others.

is apathetic in most situations. she’s hard to bother - she’s incredibly patient and enjoys the company of most - tolerates them at the very least. it’s hard for her to express her emotions, because she feels them so little that it’s very nearly not worth it. her affection is not verbal - it’s small touches and gestures of kindness, love in her own way.

is a fan of knock-knock jokes and bad puns. she won’t crack a smile while telling you them, nor does she expect you to laugh. she just enjoys them.

she owns a motorola razr covered in puffy stickers - hasn’t ever had a smartphone. she’s a fan of emoticons. her favorite is :o)

has a lot of bruises and scratches and scars - she’s often getting herself into pickles. there are always, at the very minimum, three bandaids on each hand.

she has insomnia, so she’s awake often. is often seen wandering town - even when she shouldn’t be, even when it might be dangerous. her intuition is delayed. when she does sleep - her dreams are vivid and fantastical.

keeps a box of memories - sentimental bits and pieces she’s picked up over the last few years. there are a lot of buttons and postcards, but any teeny tiny object will do.

her style changes every week - most, if not all, of her clothes are thrifted. one week she’s baby spice and the next she’s lydia deetz. she combines pieces from different styles often - she looks like a barbie clothed by a child. she feels most comfortable like this.

will either patch-up the clothes that get too worn or reuse them in some way. sometimes donates the clothes she gets tired off - isn’t minimalistic, but she’s learned to keep only a small amount of possessions.

the only consistency is her lucky ribbon - it’s pastel yellow and silky and as thin as a shoelace. she ties it onto her outfit of the day, everyday. if she loses it, she’s lost. elektra has a matching ribbon (& so does leo fowler eyes emoji)

has no problem with minor theft - she only takes bare minimum, puts herself and elektra first and that’s how it’s always been. she tries to be good while in preaker / yates - would hate to be forced out by mobs with torches and pitchforks

currently living in calloway while elektra stays in their van, florence - sometimes philly stays there during the weekends.

they used to live in motels on the occasion, the cheapest room, and more often than not they’d both go home with strangers for a comfier bed and a hotter shower.

it was a common occurrence - she didn’t sleep with them - but somehow, she weaseled her way into their homes anyway. has come out mostly unscathed, on most occasions. this has been a practice ever since they’ve been on the road.

really, truly - has not slept with anybody, had her first and only kiss at thirteen with a frog. this doesn’t bother her. edit: her first & only kisses hv been w leo fowler. this is important

will consume anything you put in front of her - isn’t picky.

listens to whatever they’ve picked up along the way but she likes instrumentals the best. her second favorite genre is 1990′s and 2000′s top hits. they’re nostalgic for her. third favorites? florence, of course. fleetwood mac. the bird and the bee.

loves storms - will go out in the rain and will risk her life for it.

owns a pair of roller-skates and is often skating rather than walking. unless she’s on grass - then she’s walking barefoot.

has many hobbies, and gets bored of them often. her favorite hobby is welding. she’s not certified.

also, juggling.

also, accordion.

the kind of girl who’ll do any job you give her. odd jobs are her favorite jobs. babysitting is her least favorite - but she does it anyway. has lost children before. have they ever been found? not by philly.

dyes her hair blonde often and cuts her own hair - bangs included - finds it cathartic, likes the itchiness of bleach.

everything she does is often in pursuit of feeling free, alive, and meaningful.

( like her frequent visits to the woods, late at night when the moon is high and full. it’s freeing to dance around a fire, stark naked in the cold. builds immunity )

comes and goes wherever she pleases, nothing & nobody can stop her. she knows to respect nature. exudes natural trust energy <3 dont know wht tht means but

the trust expands to animals as well, she has a certain knack for getting them to like her. has too many ‘pet’ rats that reside with her, alongside a baby raccoon & a few crow pals. has a new animal companion everyday, but she doesn’t contain them or force them to stay. edit: she hs a tabby cat named pail, now. named in honor of her mother, bucket.

leaves her window in calloway wide open because of this, because her window is conveniently right besides a tree with sturdy branches. good for animal smuggling, sneaking in and out, hiding, etc. etc. world is her oyster.

though her room in calloway is ??? frankly a mess ??? already ??? usually keeps most of her possessions in her memory box but she’s also turned her room into a mini labyrinth of knick-knacks. very cozy, but very nest-like. think of howl’s room from howl’s moving castle.

wanted connections.

how did you get in here ;; someone whose room she perhaps crashed at late at night, mysteriously. she refuses to explain where she’s come from. she’s gone before you wake. they could literally not know her at all she’s just sleeping halfway under their bed like <3 thank you <3

ma’am this is a wendys ;;  someone who sees her constantly <3 doing outlandish shit <3 bc lets b real. shes weird. shes a weirdo. why do u think she wears the same hat everyday. (she doesnt wear hats often) anyways. they probably dnt even like her? just think shes very strange?

im literally going to dissect you ;;  someone who. wants to figure out philly. pick at her brain. wear her shoes. kind of in the same category of above in this general like. ur fkn weird. bt they wna figure out why <3 they wna play therapist <3 jokes on u she hates therapists

liddle thief in the night ;; someone who has caught her stealing. or dining n dashing. either/or. perhaps both. she steals a lot :/

oh like. friends n stuff ;; of any closeness. ppl she talks 2 conspiracies with, ppl she goes on late night walks with, ppl she explores with, ppl she steals with, ppl she smokes with, etc. etc. ppl who bring her out to parties cos they like her funky little ways when she gets drunk n tries to climb atop everything <3 

thts nice. anyways ;; this is fr like. literally anything unrequited. philly doesnt like <3 a lot of ppl <3 In That Way. so its basically just. ur muse thinks shes very neat n she thinks ur muse is very neat bt platonically. she doesnt do hookups or anything n if she does i tend 2 like. run purely based off of chemistry even with. most of her connections in general.

uuhh. anything ;; HLKDGKSDLKGHLKSFDSHGKFD i nvr rly hv a lot of connections up fr philly bc shes like. a very unpredictable muse n i think its usually better to just. throw her in! n see wht happens! we cn still plot obv n come up w some fun things bt fr the most part shes very organic

[bubmyg]

domesticity - myg

pairing: yoongi x reader

genre/warnings: lawyer!au, established relationship, fluff, numbing amounts of domestic fluff, a bit of implied smut, a tiny mention of alcohol

word count: 3,456

summary: ten instances in which home is synonymous with domestic bliss (or domestic chaos, depending on who you ask)

in which yoongi doesn’t know how to separate his whites

You crouched, off balance squat form, and bear hugged a massive clump of laundry from the dryer. Two half soled socks of different neon shades spilled out from the sides of a bath towel and one of your grey university hoodies, ones you bent to retrieve in the time Yoongi had shoved a hand into the pile to begin meticulously folding his favorite wide necked sweater.

The neon orange sock partner was found in the sleeve of your hoodie and the neon pink was lodged between two dryer sheets. You paired those first, setting them aside in white plastic basket pressed against your ankle. Yoongi hummed as you worked, ass parked on the closed hood of the washing machine while it rumbled with his overabundance of white, knee length socks.

Want me to buy you camouflaged crocs to go with those, babe?

He was mid folding his favorite pair of grey joggers, folded waistband pressed under the rolls of his chin while a disgruntled pout pursed outward on his lips as he smoothed at the cinched ankles when you huffed.

“Uh oh.”

Yoongi finished the pants, a flick of his wrist reminiscent with throwing a frisbee landing the joggers on top of the growing pile of folded laundry, before he turned his attention to you. He scooted closer and when your gaze didn’t budge from the ball of static induced laundry, he reached out to poke your knee with his foot. “What?”

Wordlessly, you peeled apart a red turtleneck sweater, his, and black jeans with rips in the knees, also his, to reveal another item. A white button up, one of twenty he owned and stopped ironing three years into his position at the firm, now doused in blotches of soft pink.

“Oh,” He plucked it from your grasp, immune to the scolding pout plastered on your features as you followed his movements to drape the shirt over his torso. The squish of his chins and cheeks reappeared when he glanced down and then back up at you, “Personally, I like it.”

“How many times have I asked you to separate your whites­?“

“…it’s like tie-dye. Very chic.”

“Yoongi.”

He blinked owlishly at you, still holding the shirt to him by the shoulders.

You sighed, hand on his knee as you rolled onto your toes to peck his nose. “Separate your whites please.”

“Will do…I’m still going to wear this, though.”

in which you have passed the tissues twice and yoongi lets you take credit for remembering them

Yoongi sighed, forearms folded on the handle of the shopping cart, one foot propped up on the lower rung, eyes fondly watching you move cereal boxes out of the way until you found the one you wanted.

And couldn’t reach fluidly.

The list hung limply from between the knuckles on his index and middle fingers, one he gently swayed back and forth until you secured the sugary grains in two hands with a twinkling smile back at him. It was his sign to move forward when you plopped the box in and kept moving, swaying a bit to the overplayed pop song of the charts from five years. He was overly endeared when you nearly took out an entire display of canned tomato sauce, let alone when he remembered you wrote love you, handsome with a poorly drawn heart at the bottom of the list, a list left for him to acquire but was entirely more delighted when you offered to tag along with him.

Until you walked past the aisle of tissues for the third time.

He glanced at the list. Pasta, acquired. Dip for the family sized bag of tortilla chips, achieved. Sugary cereal, not on the list but in the cart. Tissues, most definitely on the list but not in the cart.

Yoongi eyed the shimmy of your hips until you vanished into the aisle of pet food, knowing you’d contemplate over the healthier bag of food for Holly for five minutes max before asking his opinion for two and grabbing the cheaper option in the end of a ten minute ordeal. Plenty of time for a quick grab at tissue boxes.

He stocked up on four, just in case, before zooming off in search of you.

“Hey, do you think we should try this kind this time? It says it leads to better digestive health…”

You were patiently weighing the options of what package of gum to get in the check out line when you grabbed the apex of Yoongi’s elbow, eyebrows furrowed in panic.

“We forgot tissues.”

When he didn’t react other than a fond smile wrinkling at the corners of his mouth, you glanced at the cart, riffling around until you found one then two of the decorated cardboard boxes. Aggravation became triumph and you held up your hand for a high five.

“Past me is a genius.”

Yoongi’s smile broke into his teeth and he met your hand halfway, lacing your fingers together as he nodded, “That you are, angel.”

in which yoongi insists the dressing room has an occupancy of two

You jumped, twisted, shimmied, and dragged at weeping seams until you managed to fight the zipper at your back enough for it to comfortably unwind at your spine. You sighed at your reflection in the mirror, the black falling off your shoulders like a wisp of hair that curled into one of your eyelashes. Four dresses in and you were ready to wear the flannel discarded at the bench underneath your rejected choices to the benefit gala for your regional shelters.

“I can save the animals in plaid,” You told your reflection and you jumped when the door behind you jiggled and you half thought your reflection was responding. 

“Hey,” Another knock, a handle jiggle, “Are you getting that dress?”

“I’m thinking I make flannels a trend among wealthy donors.”

Yoongi audibly sighed and then another jostle, softer, “Let me in.”

You twisted the lock just so a middle-aged woman wouldn’t call security and get you kicked out of a department store on a Saturday afternoon. He didn’t give you time to pull the door back completely, sneaking inside with hands already searching for your waist.

He was apologizing for knocking your head against the door with lips underneath your ear when you hushed, “You can’t be in here.”

“I am.”

“That doesn’t mean you can.”

He nipped at your neck, testing a finger underneath the strap of your two-day old t-shirt bra, “Are you getting the dress?”

“Eh.”

“Can we get the dress?”

You snorted even when he pressed his weight into you, “It’s for me.”

“Okay. Can you get the dress?”

“We’ll see.”

Two large palms slid down your arms to fit snug behind your back, toying at the zipper until it began to work it’s way back up your spine. You threw your weight against the door to pin his hands, looking him directly in the eye as he peered out from underneath messily styled fringe.

“What are you doing?”

“Zipping it up.”

“…why?”

“So I can take it off of you. Release my hand.”

in which yoongi is glad he didn’t have a sprinkler system installed

It all replayed on the back of his eyelids when he bent to smooth a hand behind your head and press a kiss to your temple but it crashed into him like the two hours of sleep he received when he found the unwashed pizza pan still half full in the dead center of the kitchen island.

Yoongi hadn’t meant anything by his innocent, “Frozen pizza for the third night? In a row?” but he should have known better, should have thought ahead to get takeout or fix a new dish with enough for leftovers on the second evening when he’d arrived home before you. But here he was, without his glasses and squinting at a pancake recipe on his phone to attempt to apologize to the cold shoulder you gave him for the rest of the prior evening. A deserved cold shoulder, at that.

Holly danced between his ankles, happily accepting the cold shards of bacon Yoongi offered him between munching on them himself and throwing them into a sizzling pan on the stove. He pressed a paper towel to the grease, leaving the cooked bacon on a plate in the microwave to stay lukewarm while he worked the last of the pancakes but the damage was already done when he shoved his spatula under charred batter.

A soft puff of smoke wandered up into the kitchen, just enough before Yoongi could shut off the burners and discard the ruined treat to curl into the vents of the smoke alarm and have the successive beeps resounding through the otherwise serene house.

Holly tried to aide his dad by barking at it, tiny body bouncing off the tile each time he opened his mouth but Yoongi was solely concentrated on the precision of the broom handle in his grasp, jabbing in the general area of the white circle on the ceiling until it silenced.

You watched fondly from the top of the stairs, more concerned by the sliver of tummy appearing underneath Yoongi’s sleep shirt each time he stretched to stab at the alarm. He caught your movement in his peripheral, that one squeak in the top stair still louder than a wailing alarm as you began a gradual descend.

“I’m sorry!” He tried for two reasons now.

“Forgiven,” You’d scooped Holly up in your quest to reach your husband, cradling the wiggling puppy to you and the press of your cheek into Yoongi’s shoulder came in time with the return of silence to the house, “Only because I can smell bacon underneath the burnt smell.”

in which ‘boardwalk is mine, bitch-“

You muffled around the rim of your wine glass, “Hand over another hotel.”

“You’re the banker.”

You swallowed, balancing the glass onto the carpet before shoving a hand into the plastic bag, “Oh, yeah.”

Yoongi followed the movement of your fist as you deposited the red plastic sideways onto Boardwalk with a giddy smile and the rubbing together of your thumb and index finger.

“You’re ridiculous.”

“I’m going to win.”

Yoongi shook the dice in his palm, gently tossing them to the middle of the board and swiftly moving the tiny dog past your wall of death on the board. After a second, he handed you a wad of cash and snatched the plastic bag of houses and hotels out from underneath your nose. You watched with parted lips as he placed a hotel onto Illinois, scrunching his nose at you.

“What is that going to do?”

“Win me the game.”

“Oh yeah?” You rolled the dice and landed one away at Indiana where two houses mocked you. Quietly as you began to riffle through your cash, “…I’m listening.”

“Statistically, Illinois is the most landed on property.”

“…why do you know that?”

“Reasons, now hand over my cash.”

in which you have the coupons and therefore the final decision

“I don’t like any of these.”

You sighed as Yoongi wrinkled his nose at his reflection, pinstriped navy tie hanging limply over a baggy white t-shirt. Two arms around his waist and a chin on his shoulder, you squeezed, meeting his eyes in the standing mirror.

“Want me to pick you out some?” It was half kidding, but you dropped an innocent kiss to his shoulder and felt the weight of the coupons residing in your wallet.

You didn’t expect his eyes to light up and he nodded, “If you want.”

Numbly, you untangled yourself from his stature, letting him hand you back the tie in question. “Okay. Why don’t you go find us something at the food court and I’ll be there in a second?”

“With ties?”

“With ties.”

Yoongi pecked your cheek in departure, waddling off between a display of dress coats and slacks and you relaxed once the dip in his bucket hat was gone from view, turning back to the heaping table of ties. It was an easy decision once you spotted them, casting the smile onto your face that you failed to hide even when you located and plopped down on a bench next to Yoongi.

He waited until you dropped the back between his thighs to pass you the king sized soft pretzel, swallowing his own bite between the puff of his cheeks before he began to curiously pick at the black plastic. You nibbled at the corner of your treat because you still couldn’t contain your smile, watching at he shrugged bent knuckles underneath the opening of the bag before returning with something in his palm.

It was obnoxious pink, a soft baby color that bordered on pastel, littered in hearts a handful of hues darker. His cheeks pinkened into something in between the two, dropping the tie to the top of the bag before he turned to you with a fond and shy grin.

“Really?”

You plucked it out of his lap, seasoned hands toying with it until you could secure it around his neck, messily tying it until the knot was pressed against his throat.

“You know what else?” It was a faux sate as you squeezed his thigh, “It matches that one shirt of yours that turned pink.”

in which till death do us part takes on a whole new meaning

“I’m stuck.”

“I’m sorry, you’re what?”

You wiggled, knee jamming into Yoongi’s thigh but still restricted by the soft fluff cradled around your statures and you huffed, collapsing onto his chest with your cheek pressed into his.

Quieter, slower, “Let me rephrase. We’re stuck.”

Yoongi scrunched his palm around the blanket draped at your torso, jerking and nearly rolling you sideways off the couch until you clung to his shoulders and shrieked against his neck somewhere between joy and authentic panic. He locked you in place with his arms, giggling in silent laughter until his voice came out an octave lower and breathy.

“Okay, okay,” He gathered himself enough to instruct, “We need to move…carefully.”

“No kidding,” You wiggled again, managing to free a foot from the confinements of the blanket until you froze, “…except we have another issue.”

You glanced over your shoulder while Yoongi propped himself up on his elbows just in time to find Holly circling at the stretched part of Yoongi’s ankles, settling himself in the fluttering hem of the blanket. One of your only hopes of making it to the bathroom in the short commercial break.

“Why don’t you try jerking on the blanket again? I’ll dive roll out of it.”

“And concuss yourself? Not a chance.”

“Would you rather me piss on you?”

in which yoongi arranges the living room furniture into “an L. for love.”

Your first impressions with the new hardwood flooring were already off to a shitty start when you’d nearly bruised your tailbone at the first step off the tiling at the corridor. It was worse when you picked your way around the corner and came stomach first with the back of the couch, a place the massive furniture was, most certainly, not supposed to be.

Yoongi stood innocently in the center of your living room vomit, no piece of furniture aside from the wall mounted television in it’s proper position, particularly not the rug folded into a neat square where it rested against the side of the staircase.

“What are you doing?”

He grinned sheepishly, “Rearranging the furniture?”

When he’d volunteered to meet the flooring guy, therefore taking the entire day off, you didn’t think it was because he didn’t like your placement of the end or coffee tables.

You were like a baby deer in pushing off the threshold from the hallway, catching yourself on the assaulting back of the couch again. Enemy becomes the vice. “Why?”

“Because I thought maybe you’d want to…”

Another wobbly step and Yoongi grinned, bracing himself at a half squat position as he waved his hands upward at the wrist, “Slide to me. I’ll catch you.”

You didn’t believe him but you let yourself do it anyway, half soled shoes gliding you neatly into the outstretch of his arms and he took a stumbling step backward but stabilized your figures nonetheless. He placed his routine, chaste peck to the ranting purse of your lips, routine too in offering his hello, how was your day? but you ignored him in favor of glancing around.

“It looks…nice.”

“It’s not done,” He twisted you, easy when you rolled onto your heels and he pointed around the room with lips in your hair, “See…it’s supposed to be in an L shape.”

“An L?”

“Yeah,” Yoongi’s lips framed your ear, “For love.”

“You’re such a nerd, did you know that?”

In which you purchased a duvet with a design for a reason

“What are you doing?”

You didn’t glance up from where you were tugging up on the dryer fresh sheets, the duvet completely stripped and in a sad pile at the head of the bed. “You didn’t make the bed right.”

Yoongi took a tentative step inside, “How so?”

“The duvet is reversible. You’re supposed to fold it up a certain amount so you can see both designs underneath the pillows.”

“Oh…” He wasn’t tentative in shuffling for the duvet heap, collecting it in two hands before launching himself backward, narrowly avoiding the work your hands were doing as he pulled the duvet over his shoulders and turned to you, “Like this?”

When the sour expression narrowed onto your lips didn’t change, he panicked, lifting one edge and murmuring, “Come here.”

Begrudgingly, you crawled in beside him, allowing him to wrap you up until your nose was pressed into his neck and your thigh was slung over his waist. One deep rooted sigh against his skin and he nudged into your hair, squeezing you.

“I’m sorry.”

“That’s okay. It doesn’t matter much.”

“It does if it matters to you,” Yoongi’s lips shifted to linger on your forehead, “Show me how to do it. You have before but I want to get it right. Please.”

A sigh and you cuddled closer and Yoongi swore you’d be scolding him for the melt of his heart onto the clean sheets next. “Okay.”

“…we have to get up to do that.”

“In a minute. Want to cuddle away the fact that you just jumped on our half made bed.”

in which yoongi proudly owns a fanny pack

You assessed your husband’s appearance with the same muted curiosity but overwhelming affection that you did ever Sunday park walk, honing in on the stretch of legs he chose to reveal with the baggy basketball shorts he’d pulled on underneath the flannel already knotted at his tummy. You ignored a frothing dig at the lack of knee high socks with his black tennis shoes.

It’s all or nothing on the dad look, babe. You have to commit.

Yoongi straightened from securing Holly’s harness, attaching the latter end to the ring on his fanny pack before he beamed at you with an upturned palm. “Ready to go?”

You took his hand but only as means to move closer, your free hand gentle on the center of his chest, “Hey.”

He paused while Holly began to bound forward, tugging at his waist, “Hey, what?”

“Leave the earpiece in the car today,” You gestured for the obnoxious Bluetooth earpiece jutting outward from his cheek.

“What if I need it?”

“You never do.”

“What if-“

“It’s not that important.”

Yoongi sighed in defeat because the deepest, rational part of his conscious knew you were right and he grumpily shucked it from his ear, turning to unlock the car and let it bounce sadly to the passenger seat. Two more clicks of the keys, an affirming beep of the horn, and he set his shoulders. “Okay?”

“Okay.”

And you were off, striding next to Yoongi’s purposeful power waddle with your fingers laced happily in his. You set off about your usual trail, stopping to let Holly scamper harmlessly at a clan of ducks before moving onward on the winding path about the manually created pond.

You let go of his hand only to watch him fish into his fanny pack, returning triumphantly with a biodegradable bag that he swiftly deposited Holly’s mess into. The dimples in his cheeks didn’t falter when he traded it for a tiny bottle of hand sanitizer, swiping the substance to massive palms, dabbing the excess on his shorts, and then reaching for you again.

“Got anything else in there?”

“Yeah, an extra Bluetooth.”

“Yes, it’s called a phone.”

“No my phone is in its utility case, not the fanny pack-“