#also her hair is white AND straight AND she’s in a bikini

[hasarjunadoneanythingwrong]

Why do you think I don’t trust them to handle that?

What continent/culture would you like to see FGO tackle next?

I’d say literally any part of africa but. (Eyes of severe and extreme distrust)

[mallowsweetmiri]

Strawberry Pie 🍓 ~ F.W.

Part 1 • Black Bikini

Summary: You’re staying at the burrow for the summer like you do every year. All is well expect for the fact that you kind of slept with your long time family friend, Fred Weasley.

Warnings: thigh riding, cursing, mentions of sex

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Your POV:

You woke up in Charlie Weasleys old bed to an unusual amount of chaos coming from a few floors below you. You groaned as you rubbed your eyes and stretched. The morning sun bathed your skin in warmth. You let out a content sigh as you closed your eyes once more. You loved being here, especially since you got Charlie’s old room, the best room. The window next to the bed looked out on the sprawling hills towards the east, a big tree sat in the middle of the view. Little birds chirped in the thick cover of leaves. You heard the patter of footsteps rapidly approaching your bedroom.

“Y/N!” The door busted open to reveal a bounding Hermione Granger with Ginny hot in pursuit behind her. Hermione threw open her arms and squealed as she jump onto your bed to tackle you with a hug.

“Granger! I didn’t know you were coming today, I would’ve gotten out of bed earlier,” you frowned as Ginny and her took seats on your bed.

“Sorry, I forgot to tell you yesterday. You know, too much sun at the beach and then I wasn’t allowed to hang out with you last night,” Ginny glared at you but you just laughed. Ginny couldn’t keep a straight face, but you knew that she really did want to hang out with you and twins last night. She was just too young for drinking games with the twins. And… oh Merlin.

Suddenly, you remembered what had happened last night. George had taken Ginny and Ron back to the house, leaving you and Fred alone on the hillside. One thing led to another and… well… you ending up naked with your oldest family friend.

“It’s okay! Now that you’re awake, we can start our day,” Hermiones voice tore you out of your thoughts.

“Okay, okay I’m getting up now,” you sat up straight and yawned, “what are we doing today?”

“Get dressed and meet us downstairs for breakfast,” she grinned, “we’re going strawberry picking.”

After Ginny and Hermione left your room, you quickly changed into a pair of jeans and a white cami. You checked yourself out in the mirror. You had definitely grown this past school year. The biggest difference was your chest which had filled out significantly in a just one school year. In fact, you really needed a new bra. But besides the physical side of things, you also just felt more mature. You swept your hair up into a loose pony tail, leaving your neck bare and exposed. You fell still as you saw a small purple blotch in the crevice of your neck.

“Shit,” you cursed, tying off your hair and reaching for your wand on the bedside table. You applied some glamour to your neck to hide the mark and then pulled out more than a few strands of your bangs to give you more coverage. You had forgotten that Fred was kissing you all over last night. You saw yourself blush at the thought. You continued to get ready like this. You started brushing you teeth and recalled opening your mouth for Fred last night. You applied lip balm and remembered his wet mouth in between your thighs. You walked downstairs and made yourself swear to stop thinking about it, but you wondered if Fred was in the kitchen too.

As you reached the bottom floor, you saw Molly cleaning in the kitchen and 5 seats taken at the dining room table. The Weasley children and Hermione sat around the table feasting on pancakes, sausage, eggs, potatoes, and toast with jam. You graciously thanked Molly before sitting down to get some grub of your own.

“Okay so after breakfast we’ll leave to walk to the fields. Definitely pack a hat or something to cover yourselves so nobody gets sunburnt. Also I was thinking that after we come back we could bake something with the strawberries,” Hermione spoke with incredible speed while simultaneously spreading apricot jam on her toast. Ron huffed out a smile and took a bite of his own breakfast.

“That sounds great ‘Mione. And while you girls cook, I’ll be taking a nap,” Ron said with a full mouth. Hermione turned to smack him on the arm causing the twins to laugh. Of course this made you look up, and you couldn’t help but smile at the sight. Fred was wearing he wore a simple t-shirt, but it seemed like he was starting to grow out of it. You couldn’t fathom that the twins could grow anymore, they were already a full head taller than you. But there was Fred, leaned back nonchalantly in his chair. His hair had grown out slightly from the year away from home and his face seemed to be more dotted from the summer sun. He met you gaze and gave you a soft smile. You could’ve sworn he was blushing a little.

“What do you think Y/N?” Hermione turned to you to hear your opinion. You cleared your throat and ripped your eyes away from Fred’s.

“Erm- what were we talking about?” You asked with a sheepish half-grin. Hermione raised her eyebrow at you.

“What should we bake this afternoon?” She asked, sweeping her eyes to Fred as he sat back with a noticeable grin on his face. Merlin, couldn’t he keep that smile off his face for two seconds? It was hard to think.

“Hmm, strawberry pie,” you grinned as you sat up to bring your plate to the sink.

“Mm, that sounds simply divine,” George said in his best posh voice, standing up to join you by the sink. Fred gathered his plate as well.

“Indeed, George. That sounds delicious,” he crossed the kitchen to put his dish in the sink, “and I do like to have something sweet after dinner.” His arm brushed against yours. Immediately the contact made the hairs on your arm stand up. Since when did that happen? When did Fred start making you feel this type of way?

Maybe since his head was buried between my legs and he used his pretty mouth to give me the best orgasm of my life, you thought to yourself, making yourself blush a crimson shade of red. You cleared your throat and made your way onto the front porch. You sat down on the bench and began putting on your boots, you knew the fields would be muddy. The screen door swung open and Fred turned towards you with a half smile. As soon as you guys looked at each other, both your faces flushed red and you looked away. Fred took no time to recover and made his way over to sit next to you. Suddenly your boot zipper was extremely fascinating.

“I’m glad to see you up in this morning, Y/N. I was afraid the fire whiskey had gotten to you,” he teased, putting on his own boots.

“I don’t think it would’ve been the fire whiskey that took me out,” you mumbled, color running into your face again. At this point, you were sure you looked like a tomato, and you could hardly look up at Fred. You had a small moment of panic, what if last night ruined everything? Fred’s chuckle took you out of your doubts.

“Take a breathe, Y/N. You look like you’re about to faint,” Fred laughed as he took a look at your face. You smacked his arm and let out a breathe you didn’t realize you were holding. Your mouth couldn’t help but curve into a smile. That always seemed to happen around Fred. The two of you fell into a small silence as you both finished tying your boots. The door burst open as the rest of the gang piled out onto the porch to put their shoes on. You gathered some baskets and passed them around before the 6 of you set out towards the fields. They were right next to the burrow, but they spanned for acres. You and Fred naturally hung back from the group and strolled at a leisurely pace.

“Summers here are truly amazing,” you sighed, breathing in the fresh breeze. Fred smiled down at you.

“Truly, and I have a feeling this summer is going to be the best one yet,” Fred hummed as he veered right towards a particularly abundant bush.

“Oh yeah, and why is that Freddie?” You skipped up next to him and began picking berries. You figured you already knew the answer but you wanted to hear him say it. Half of your mind was still convinced that last night hadn’t happened at all.

“Well I told you, Y/N. I’m going to make you mine this summer,” he said this so casually, you almost didn’t hear him. You’d completely lost interest in the berries at this point.

“Fred,” you tested. You almost thought he was joking, but his face was dead serious. His expression was something you rarely saw on the face of a Weasley twin. “Are you serious?”

“Look at my face,” he said, pointing up at himself, “do I look like I’m joking.” He did not, but it only took about one second of his seriousness to cause both of you the keel over laughing. You dropped your basket which Fred promptly picked up for you. As you grabbed the basket from him, your eyes locked. It felt serious again.

“Fred, I don’t want to ruin anything while I’m here this summer. Even if last night was... I don’t want anything to go badly…” you trailed off, feeling vulnerable in front of your best friend. He only stepped closer to you and put his hand on your cheek. Even though he’d been inside you only last night, this felt more intimate than anything you’d done before.

“Just trust me, Y/N. Nothing is going to be ruined,” Fred whispered. His finger ran along your cheek, behind your ear, and down the side of your throat. He chuckled, “except maybe your neck.” You blushed and swatted his hand away.

“Can you see it? I thought I covered it this morning,” you grumbled, rubbing your neck as if to wash off the mark.

“I can only see it because I was looking for it. Don’t worry, you can keep up your little goody two shoes act,” Fred teased, flicking a strawberry your way. You rolled your eyes and smiled at his words. The two of began to walk toward the group once more. Ginny was laughing her ass off.

“What’s so funny?” You asked, strolling up next to Ginny. You soon saw why she was laughing. Ron was frowning, sinking into a mud hole, his boot stuck in the mush and filled with mud.

“He’s such an idiot,” Ginny barked, pointing at her brother. Hermione tried to stifle her laughs.

“Oh, come on now, Ginny. Let’s help Ron out,” George said, stepping up to grab Ron’s arm. Ginny grinned and grabbed his other hand.

“On three,” George said, “one… two… three!” The two of them tugged on Ron before releasing him back into the mud. He fell with an oof as the rest of you broke down in laughter.

“You guys are actually the worst,” Ron grumbled, throwing a handful of mud at Fred.

“Hey! What did I do?” Fred exclaimed, grabbing a handful of mud at slinging it at Ron.

“Oh, fuck,” Ron said as George pelted him with another handful. It took about 3 seconds before everyone was covered in mud, howling with laughter as you continued to pelt each other with mud pies. Your fun lasted all of two minutes before a shrill yell came from the house,

“What in Merlin’s name do you kids think you’re doing!”

Molly Weasley was marching out of the burrow and towards the strawberry fields. You all stopped. You let the mud slip out of your fingers and slop onto the ground.

“Come here right this instant!” She yelled, stomping her foot and pointing towards the ground she stood on. You looked towards Ginny who whispered, “oh shit.” The six of you started to head back towards the house, the twins grumbling to themselves.

“Its like she’s allergic to fun,” you heard George whisper, Fred laughing and elbowing him in the side.

“Seriously don’t make me laugh. We can’t get in trouble this summer,” Fred whispered back, earning an eye roll from George. His eyes looked back to you for a second, and you wondered if he knew about last night. He probably did.

“You kids are trouble! I thought you were going to go pick strawberries, not roll around in the mud!” Mrs. Weasley scolded, making Hermione drop her head in shame. “Go clean up in the pond-”

“But Mum! There are frogs in there!” Ron whined, earning a glare from his mother.

“I don’t care, you lot are a bunch of frogs. You’re not allowed back in the house until all the mud is off of you. You tried not to laugh at her sass as you walked towards the pond. Ron was grumbling to Ginny about this was her fault and Hermione looked like she was going to cry.

“Don’t worry, ‘Mione. She’s not really mad. Once we bake her a delicious pie she’ll forget all about this,” you smiled, putting a hand on her shoulder. She swallowed and nodded. That girl was too sweet for this world. The grass grew longer as you entered the shaded brush near the pond. You stripped your shoes off and waded into the water. It really wasn’t too disgusting, it was just warm. The twins followed after you.

“Watch out for the bullfrogs, Ron,” Fred teased.

“Yeah, we caught at least 5 of ‘em yesterday,” George added, stripping off his shirt. Next came Ginny and Hermione, who were mildly grossed out by the slime. Then Ron who looked disgusted. You chuckled to yourself as you sunk into the water, rubbing the mud off of your arms. Fred watched as you rubbed over your chest, his lips twitching at the corner. You sent a splash his way to deter him from looking which didn’t really work. Fred followed George’s suit and stripped his shirt off, the shaded lighting making him look absolutely divine. Fuck. You almost groaned at the sight and had to turn away to prevent yourself from drooling. Gods, you thought he looked good playing quidditch this year but seeing him shirtless and wet everyday this summer made you feel insane. After a few minutes of washing off all the mud, and a few splash fights, you guys headed back towards the burrow. One by one, you all cast drying spells on yourselves, and headed inside.

“Before we start the pie, I’m going to go change,” Hermione said with a face of disgust. While the pond got the mud off your clothes, you definitely reeked of dirt and sludge. You all murmured in agreement and headed upstairs to change. You got off on your floor, heading swiftly to your room.

Fred’s POV

I watched her go towards her room as me and George kept climbing up the stairs. She was going in there to change, to take off that little white tank top that was just soaking wet against her chest. Fuck. I had to keep my train of thought from wandering. I didn’t realize how difficult it was going to be to control myself after last night. After I saw her perfect tits bouncing while I fucked her and watched her face as she came and fuck. I didn’t even realize I had turned around and started back down the stairs and towards her room. I knocked on her door swiftly.

“Fred?” She asked when she opened the door.

“Can I, uh, come in?” I asked, smiling sheepishly at her. She nodded and moved to the side to let me in. I shut the door behind me and stood in front of her. She looked nervous, waiting for me to say something.

“Y/N, can I be honest,” I breathed out a chuckle, feeling slightly awkward in front of what used to be only my best friend.

“Of course, Fred,” she replied, holding her hands behind her back as she looked at me.

“I can’t stop thinking about you, uhm, after last night,” I admitted, feeling a relief as the words left my mouth. She let out a breath.

“I know how you feel,” she chuckled, moving towards me.

“I don’t even really know why I’m here,” I chuckled again, breathing in as she stepped closer again.

“Do you want to, I dunno…” she blushed, looking up at me expectantly. I wasted no time in closing the gap between our lips. I let my hands grip around her waist, making her gasp into my mouth. I pressed her against my body, wanting to feel all of her. I couldn’t get enough, I just wanted to take her to bed.

“Com’ere,” I breathed, falling to sit on the bed and pulling her with me. She groaned as she straddled my hips, sinking down and feeling my length through my jeans. I groaned and pressed her down against me. Her legs felt so good under my hands, her hips gently moving on top of me. I swiped my thumbs across the front of her hips, causing her to whine into my lips. Merlin, she sounded so sexy. I moved my leg under her and used my hands to guide her hip back and forth on top of my thigh. She threw her hand back with a moan.

“Shhh,” I shushed her, bouncing my leg up and down as she rode me. I brought my lips up to hers, causing her to fall closer to my chest. She whined into me, giving me the change to slip my tongue into her mouth. I pushed her back and forth on my leg, earning more pretty moans from her mouth. I felt her shudder on me as she pulled back.

“Fred, I’m so close,” she whined, her face falling into my shoulder. I kissed down her neck.

“That’s it, come for me darling,” I murmured, licking over her neck and rubbing her down on my leg in a faster rhythm. Her moans got muffled in my shoulder as she sped up her movements. I wanted to hear her while she came, but shushed her gently as a reminder. She whined quietly as she shuddered on top of me, her hips grinding slowly on my leg. I kissed her tenderly as I helped her ride out her high. “Such a good girl,” I whispered in her neck before kissing up the side of her jaw and towards her lips. We shared on last kiss before she pulled back, her lips curling up into a smile.

“Fuck,” she giggled, panting on my lap. I smirked back at her.

“Did you like that?” I asked cheekily. She blushed and nodded before burying her face in my shoulder. I laughed and picked her up, placing her on her feet. “You should probably get changed. We don’t wanna be late to the pie making party.” She chuckled and playfully shoved my chest.

“Then get out of my room so I can change,” she teased, rolling her eyes. My face fell into a half grin as I threw my hands up and started towards the door.

“Okay, okay, I’m going,” I protested, exiting out into the hallway. She smiled as she shut the door behind me. Once again, a permanent grin was plastered on my face as I walked up the stairs. I readjusted my pants before stepping into my room.

“Mate, are you and Y/N fucking?” George asked, fixing his hair and the mirror. I breathed out a laugh and shrugged, moving towards the closet to change.

“Oh, it’s so much more than that, Georgie. I think I’m in love,” I sighed, pulling a band tee off the hanger. George chucked and came over to clap me on the back.

“Good for you, brother. I knew it was going to happen this summer,” George smiled at me and I smiled back. He would always be my number one wing man.

“Thanks, George. You mind helping me out with something? I have a plan,” I grinned. He grinned back at me.

“Count me in.”

[missqhughes]

CAN HE GET YOU LIKE THIS? | Q. HUGHES43

-> quinn hughes x jacksgf!reader

-> contains: cheating, smut with plot , SLIGHT angst, and other sexual themes, oc’s created for tha plot, intended lowercase, use of y/n

-> IN WHICH: jack almost cant seem to control himself around another woman at the lake house; and to make it worse, in front of his girlfriend. when she cries her frustrations to her boyfriends older brother, he seems to have the perfect solution to her problems.

-> my first hockey fic! i spent so much time on it, and i’m pretty proud tbh. also, i’m so excited to post on this page, and as i always say on my other blog, hope you love it as much as i do!

*fic is not proofread

18+ CONTENT BELOW THE CUT

y/n was never the jealous type.

she never needed anyone’s approval.

but god, what jack was doing was pissing her off.

for the first time, luke had brought his girlfriend april, to the lake house for the summer, and this week, y/n had the unpleasant company of aprils friend stampeding around the house for the week.

about 100% of the time, she could handle girls throwing themselves at jack at this point. she was used to it; jack was always a good boyfriend to her, and could always control himself with his endless female attention.

until today.

the july sun delivered a scorching heat down on the group as they conversed somewhere on the middle of the lake in the hughes family boat.

the typical casual conversation that y/n, jack, and his brothers had on their boat days were greatly interrupted by the ear piercing voices of april’s friends.

“jack, wanna let me drive the boat?”

“jack, the sun is too bright! can i please wear your hat?”

jack let out low chuckles at the flattery delivered to him, and y/n was doing her usual job at ignoring them.

with her dark tinted sunglasses on and her head resting on the back seat of the boat, she saw her boyfriend place his white baseball cap on one of april’s god forsaken friend.

her eyebrows furrowed; jack never fed into anything like this. the pang of anxiety lowly rested in the pit of her stomach, but she chose to ignore it.

he knew better.

“jacky, how does it look on me?”

through her dark lenses, she witnessed the ratty girl in front of her spin in front of jack, pulling the sides of her bikini up while doing so.

he made no attempt to hide his gaze on the girl in front of him, or the comment that slipped from his lips afterwards;

“looks good,” he said lowly, probably thinking that his girlfriend mere feet away from him was fast asleep from the summer heat, unaware to his tease.

the anxiety in y/n’s stomach began to surface more, a jealousy and anger she hadn’t felt in a situation like this before arising. she thought whatever of it, that she was being crazy, that she could shove this feeling down.

y/n kept her gaze straight forward, blocking out any of the chatter coming from anyone in her vicinity; her eyes locked on luke’s slow speed on the boat, conversing casually with april, unaware of the drama brewing behind them.

god, can he not drive any faster? she thought to herself, the annoyance within growing deeper and deeper.

the boat rocked along with the motion of the water beneath it, but y/n did her best to sit completely still, feeling that if she moved, the her negative emotions would swirl harder.

after a grueling 4 minute ride back to the dock, luke had secured the boat,

“everyone’s good to get off now,” he told the group, grabbing april’s hand and towel, assisting her onto the dock.

the short haired girl, the one throwing herself all over jack, the one who’s name y/n didn’t even bother to remember in their introductions, was just about to take it too far.

she stood up first, jack and y/n following behind her.

the ratty girl “dropped” her towel, allowing the perfect opportunity to bend down in front of jack,

“woops! my bad,” her voice made an embarrassing attempt to be seductive to jack, turning her head to eye him up and down.

jack let out a deep inhale, just enough to set y/n off further on her silent rage.

“all good, let me help you out.”

the girl giggled as she took jacks hand, letting it linger on his skin longer than necessary.

he paid no mind to his girlfriend behind him.

the insatiable urge to strangle the two idiots in front of y/n was barely present on her face, as she decided to take back control of the situation, and remind both of them who his significant other was.

“babe, i’m tired, do you want to come up and take a nap?”

his conversation with the short haired girl was cut with y/n’s words, he looked back at the two, contemplation in his mind, before smiling at y/n.

see? nothing to worry about-

“i uh, i think i’m gonna stay down here for a bit, don’t want to go inside yet, it’s just a really nice day y’know?”

her ears began to ring with his words, cheeks growing red as she looked over at luke and april, who shifted uncomfortably, now aware of the drama upon the dock.

“uh, yeah… yeah that’s fine.”

“i’ll be up soon, promise,” jack said as he sat down with april, luke, and her stupid friend.

y/n ignored his words, turning on her heel to walk up to the house, pace growing as soon as she was out of sight from the dock.

now that she was alone, all the feelings the thought she was suppressing were now at the forefront of her body and mind. she ran her hands through her hair, almost ready to rip it out from frustration.

y/n stormed through the house, and as she passed the living room, she was met with quinn; who was quietly reading a book with his feet kicked up on the ottoman.

before he lifted his head, his eyes went up first, gaze met with y/n’s indignant expression,

“woah, you okay, something happen on the one boat day i miss?” he said light heartedly,

“quinn, not now,”

y/n snapped at him, before slamming her bedroom door, the action echoing through the otherwise quiet house.

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dinner wasn’t any better.

y/n didn’t realize how much time had gone by as she was staring at the ceiling, recounting the events of the day. jack did not keep his promise about “coming up soon” which wasn’t to the shock of y/n, considering his behavior today. he did stop in her designated room, to give her a kiss on the forehead, and to tell that dinner was ready.

and that was it.

now, she was sitting next to jack at the table, his happy chatter with his brothers, april, and company sounding like mumbles in her ears. she felt a gaze on her, hoping it was jack, but when y/n turned her head softly to confirm, he was still smiling at his continued conversation.

like nothing was wrong.

there was only one other person who wasn’t talking, and her eyesight landed right on his.

quinn.

she shifted in her seat, quickly averting their eye contact, and picked at her quarter eaten meal with her fork.

“excuse me everyone, i’m gonna go lay down,”

jack looked at y/n, giving her a half smile and no thought to her abrupt departure, before returning to his seemingly endless conversation.

y/n began to pick her plate up to take it to the sink, when quinn’s voice spoke up,

“i’ll take care of it,” the tips of his fingers pushed down lightly on the edge of her plate.

“you sure? it’s fine i don’t-”

“just go lay down.”

y/n blinked at him a few times before nodding her head, setting her plate down and shuffling to her room.

she closed the door softly this time, letting out a shaky breath as she sat on the edge of the plush bed. her head was beginning to throb, not sure if it was from lack of food or just from the complete and total anxiety jack was giving her.

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y/n scrolled mindlessly on her phone, again losing the track of time with the state she was in.

1:19am.

the dryness in her throat was becoming more present as she came down from her brain fog, deciding to clear herself with a glass of water.

y/n slipped into the kitchen, only the warm dim glow from the microwave light allowing her to see. the glass cups lightly clinked together as she pulled one out, then setting it down to fill up.

the refrigerator hummed softly, barely breaking the silence through the house. then, a raspy voice spoke behind her,

“what’re you doing up?”

y/n whipped her head around, almost dropping and shattering the glass of water in her hand,

“jesus christ quinn, you scared the shit out of me!”

she set down the glass to put a hand to her chest, an attempt to slow down the spike in her heart rate.

quinn let out a small, quiet laugh, “sorry, i thought you heard me.”

“no,” she let out a huff, “i didn’t,” y/n smiled back at him gently as the beating in her chest settled.

“so, what’s wrong?”

quinn was quick to change the conversation to put her on the spot, y/n’s lips parting as she thought of her next words.

“nothing, i don’t know what you’re talking about-”

“yes you do.”

y/n scoffed, “you really have a habit of interrupting me don’t you?”

“stop avoiding the question. what’s wrong? talk to me, y/n.”

the two stared at one another, having an unspoken battle with each other,

y/n broke first.

she swallowed, knowing the words about to spill out of her mouth were going to come shaky and scattered; she didn’t want quinn, or anyone for that matter, to know the state her mind was at. y/n hopped up to sit on the kitchen counter, retelling the day to quinn.

“it was… it was jack. today. he was just letting april’s stupid fucking friend flirt with him! and-”

“alana?”

she shot him a deep scowl, “don’t interrupt me to tell me what her stupid name is!”

quinn raised his hands in defeat, “sorry, sorry, keep going,”

“he let her wear his hat, she bent over in front of him and he said nothing, and as you could tell from earlier today, he didn’t even come up to the house with me when i asked…”

her words trailed off shakily, y/n felt hot, wet tears flow down her cheeks, slightly blurring her vision, she looked down, unable to meet quinn’s gaze she felt burning into her face.

“y/n… i’m sorry. he’s a shithead for that,”

he stepped closer to her, lessening the distance between them,

“y/n.”

she hummed in response, sniffles coming from her, still refusing to look up at him,

“y/n look at me.”

y/n knew how persistent quinn was, and he definitely was not going to let her get away with not looking at him. though it felt like lifting a ton of bricks, her glossy eyes looked up to meet his.

quinn’s eyes flickered all over her face, reading her sorrow expression. he brought his hand up to meet her face, gently using his thumb to brush away any fallen tears on her tinted cheeks.

“you know, i really hate it when you cry,” he cooed softly, still wiping away the spilling tears, paying more attention to her in these mere minutes than jack had been all day.

“i’m so mad at myself, i should’ve said something, i let it all happen in front of me,” y/n said, her quiet frustrations let out only for quinn’s ears to hear.

“hey, hey, no. you shouldn’t have even been put in that position, don’t blame yourself, okay?” he placed his hands on either sides of the counter, locking her in. his voice being stern but still soft, a tough love kind of talk.

y/n’s heart beated faster as she became hyper aware of how close their bodies were, feeling the warmth radiating off of him.

she wanted to knock herself in the head for feeling this way, but her heightened distaste for jack in the moment, quinn’s messy hair combined with his beard and tired eyes made him so sinfully appealing.

“you’re right, i shouldn’t have,”

y/n felt almost awkward in this moment, especially it being her boyfriends older brother. there was no way for her to move without being even closer to him.

“god, y/n… cant believe that… if i had you… i’d never let that happen,”

quinn’s tired eyes turned lustful by the second, going up and down y/n’s body before flickering between her own eyes and lips.

“quinn,” she let out with a breath, “you cant say things like that, you know you can’t,”

y/n couldn’t help herself from matching quinn’s motion, unable to tear away from looking at his full lips.

“after the shit he pulled today, i think i’m safe to do whatever the hell i want,”

the gentle demeanor in his voice was replaced with seduction, bringing his face closer to hers, close enough for their breaths to mingle.

“say the words y/n, i wont do anything you don’t want me to do. say the words and i’ll stop.”

she was between a rock and a hard place. it’s not like jack had outright cheated in front of her, and she would feel horrible doing something like that to him. however, his actions were inexcusable, and he saw not an inch of an issue with what he was doing. and at the exact same time, quinn was ready to be all over her. hell, he’s practically admitting to wanting his little brother’s girlfriend. in this moment, he could give her anything.

fuck it.

this is what he gets, she thought to herself. it’s not like he would find out anyway. no one would.

“i want you quinn.”

the words rolled off her tongue faster than her mind let her think about the consequences, and in no time, quinn captured y/n’s lips in his, securing his hands on to her waist.

the two kissed sloppily in the kitchen, out in the open, with too much opportunity to get caught. neither of them cared.

y/n’s hands found a home in his hair, quinn emitting a low groan as she gently tugged at his waves.

she felt a heat growing between her legs, and an attempt to close them for relief was blocked by quinn pushing them back open with his hips.

y/n gasped, allowing quinn’s tongue entry, and as he explored her mouth with his, she felt him growing harder against her core, making the wetness in her shorts more difficult to ignore.

quinn panted heavily as he pulled away, still gripping at her waist, fingers hugging the bottom hem of her shirt,

“can i take this off?”

she buzzed at his words, nodding vigorously. with her consent, he raised the shirt above her body, y/n lifting her arms in assistance.

quinn wasted no time to kiss down her neck to her now exposed upper chest, sitting perfectly pretty in her bra. he sucked and nipped at the bare skin, earning quiet moans from her soft lips.

“mm—fuck quinn,” y/n threw her head back in pleasure, giving more room for quinn to litter her chest with marks. she didn’t even care if they were going to bruise tomorrow or who was going to saw. everyone else was on the back burner of her mind.

her praise only made him rougher, sucking harder into her skin, feeling himself getting more and more rowdy by the second.

his lips went up to claim hers again, tapping her thigh as a signal to wrap her legs around his waist. she listened, hooking herself around him. quinn lifted her up effortlessly, their kiss not being broken as he peeked his eyes open in a tenth of a second to see their way to his room.

with one hand tucked under y/n’s ass, he turned the knob to his bedroom door, stepping into the room before closing the door behind him with a light kick.

quinn’s legs met the edge of the bed, and he threw her down before making himself pry his lips from her’s, plump and slick from his.

“you’re still okay with his?” he asked, his thumb drawing circles on her hips.

“more than okay, please quinn. i need more.”

he nodded, taking a step back to take all of her in with his eyes.

she looked at him confused for a moment, before he talked,

“strip.”

she swallowed heavily, ready to obey his words. y/n wiggled out of her shorts, leaving her skin only covered by a black bra and panties.

“i said strip. all the way.”

her heart was about to come out of her chest, all of it was beginning to feel real, and that she was about to be naked and on display for jack’s brother.

only hearing the beating in her chest, quinn watched as y/n unhooked her bra first, tits bouncing with the action, and he thought he could cum in his pants right then and there.

y/n sat down on the bed, staring deeply into quinn’s eyes, slipping her black panties down her half parted legs, pussy wet and glistening from the moonlight shining through the window.

“fuck,” he whispered, unable to control his hand from falling to his crotch, beginning to palm himself through his shorts.

with a single hand, quinn took his shirt off, dipping his head down to kiss her naked thighs. y/n shuddered at his action, his kisses being everywhere except where she desperately needed them to be.

he hovered just above her core, “can i?”

“quinn please stop fucking asking and just do it,” y/n begged, squirming under him, desperate for his touch.

he licked a long stripe down her wet folds, y/n unable to control the guttural moan that escaped from her lips. her back arched in pleasure at the feeling of quinn’s lips sucking on her puffy clit, aching for attention.

he couldn’t stop; he was devouring her like it was his death row and she was his last meal, already addicted to the taste of her pussy on his tongue.

quinn pushed her hips down, sticking his tongue in her and his nose bumping against her clit with each motion. y/n felt knots twisting and forming in her stomach, a strong release forming, one that jack had never even came close to making her feel.

“mmph, shit quinn— gonna fucking cum, oh— my fuck,”

profanities spilled out of y/n’s mouth, but her pleasure was cut short as his dripping lips pulled away from her aching core, craving his touch.

she whined at the loss of contact, only to be met with quinn peeling off his shorts and underwear, his throbbing dick aching with desire from his tip.

“when i make you cum, i want it to be on my dick, pretty girl.”

y/n felt like she could’ve exploded right then and there, but she bit her lip, moving closer to the edge of the bed, giving quinn better access to line up with her.

he ran his dick between her wet folds a few times before inserting himself in her, the two let out gracious moans at the mutual pleasure.

quinn started slow, hips rolling back and forth, before quickening his pace to a pornographic speed.

his lips hooked onto y/n’s once again, sloppy and wet, both groaning into each others mouths with delight. in the kiss he captured both her wrists, pinning them above her head.

quinn broke the kiss to look at her with his brows furrowed, concentrated on fucking y/n senseless. her bottom lip was between her teeth, tits bouncing with the speed of his thrusts.

“fuck y/n, you feel so good on my dick, can he ever get you like this? a moaning fucked out mess? hm?”

his words barely registered in her ears, body buzzing as his dick continued to destroy her pussy.

“no, no, mm— you fuck me so much better quinn,” y/n did her best not to scream it, still aware that the other people in the house had the potential to hear them.

“gonna— cum— y/n— shit,” quinn huffed out between thrusts. she also felt the now familiar knots forming in her stomach, her release about to come.

his movements became sloppy as his release coated her walls, and at the same time, she painted his dick with her own.

they felt euphoric, quinn pulled out of her slowly, groaning as his dick came out of her.

y/n laid out on the bed panting with closed eyes, hearing the light flicker on from quinn’s connected bathroom.

she felt a wet towel meet her sensitive core, hissing at the feeling.

“sorry, just wanna clean you up first,”

y/n looked at quinn while he cleaned her with concentration, his body glistening with sweat and his messy hair slightly sticking to his forehead.

“thank you, quinn,”

y/n was breathless watching quinn go back into the bathroom, her chest still rapidly rising and falling. she felt herself grow more tired with each passing minute.

quinn came back from the bathroom with a different pair of underwear on, holding out a pair of his boxers to put on. y/n gladly accepted, slipping them up her body. she grabbed her bra from the floor, hooking it back on.

after she was partly dressed, he delivered her a sweet, soft kiss to her lips. different than any kind of kiss they had so far, this one was deep and loving; his hands gently cupping her face.

“stay with me,”

quinn’s proposition took her by surprise, thinking he was going to send her back to her room after all this, but no.

“quinn, i really shouldn’t, it’s not a good ide-”

“you and jack can figure your shit out later. as of right now, you’re mine.”

he was right and she knew it. he claimed her, and there was definitely going to be some kind of consequence for this. either way y/n and jack were going to have to figure their shit out, but to her, that was an issue for the morning.

“okay, i’ll stay.”

quinn smiled at her, planting a kiss on her forehead. he peeled away at his thick blue comforter, leaving space for the both of them to crawl inside. y/n felt herself more comfortable falling asleep with quinn than she did with jack, whatever that meant. but she didn’t care. his body was tangled with hers, falling asleep to the soft beat of his heart.

pt. 2

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© missqhughes

xoxo, kaia

[musicalmoritz]

Funniest headcanons?

Okay wow I have so many crack headcanons so prepare yourself. Take every negative thing I’ve ever said abt fanon and throw it out the window, this is about to get so unserious

• Hanako is a fudanshi. This applies to the whole Toilet Gang (except Nene would be called a fujoshi), they’ve got a little book club. Hanako is the most insane about it tho

• Aoi and Akane are a himejoshi/himedanshi couple

• Lemon and Akane smoke weed together on a regular basis (throw back to the time I looked up “slang words for marijuana” for my Terukaneaoi fic and ended up sounding like Skyler White)

• I feel like an average conversation between the Toilet Gang is the most insufferable, out of pocket middle school humor you’ve ever heard in your life. Those four make South Park look like a kids show

• Akane has a random lock of Aoi’s hair on a shelf in his room

• Since the Minamoto father is absent and the mother is dead, Tiara just kind of assumes Teru and Akane are her parents. Instead of correcting her on this, Akane decides to be the dad who stepped up

• Akane is one of those filmbros who does NOT play abt Pulp Fiction (me) (that’s the second time I’ve mentioned that movie in relation to Akane today)

• He’s also the type to ask you to name three Nirvana songs if he catches you wearing one of their shirts and if you even so much as think about saying Smells Like Teen Spirit, he’ll shoot you in the head

• Hanako is lowkey mad Kou and Mitsuba started dating without him

• In the TBHK universe, Mei is the one who drew the Miku Binder Thomas Jefferson image

• Nene writes reader insert fan fiction

• She’s also a BookTok girlie (not one of the really bad ones, just cringy. As in she would unironically love the book boyfriend audio)

• Sakura is rly into disturbing movies and they make Natsuhiko watch them with them just to make him nauseous

• Hanako and Kou jokingly flirt with each other and it makes Mitsuba and Nene genuinely mad. Like Hanako can ruin Mitsuba’s day with a single “I can take your man”

• Yk that one image of Cheryl Blossom wearing an “I ❤️ Boys” shirt? Teru owns that shirt

• Akane is the type of dude to raise his hand during a class discussion and say “I’d like to play the Devil’s Advocate”

• Aoi flirts with waitresses very poorly and it gives Nene severe secondhand embarrassment

• Once a week, Natsuhiko challenges Teru to a fight. She loses every single time

• Nene has one of those traumatic hamster death stories

• Mitsuba’s hair is dyed so whenever he’s being particularly annoying, Tsukasa tells him his roots are showing

• Kou and Nene have had one of those awkward “I have a crush on someone🤭 And it’s someone you know veryyyy well👀” moments

• Sumire used to climb to the highest places she could find to get Hakubo’s attention, and it gave him a mini heart attack each time

• OG Mei had a fursona. It was a dragon

• Yk in Spongebob when Squidward was confirmed to be the most miserable person in all of the Bikini Bottom?? In the TBHK universe that’s Akane except it’s for all of Japan

• Teru has given the “I’m vengeance, I am the knight” speech while exorcizing supernaturals AT LEAST once

• The Minamotos frequently watch Cinderella together bcuz Tiara is obsessed with it, to the point that it’s become Teru and Kou’s favorite movie as well. Teru drags his friends to watch it with him too but Kou refuses to admit he likes it

• Kou chews with his mouth open

• Mitsuba has cheesy romantic fantasies about Kou the same way Nene does about her crushes (I credit this one to one of my TikTok mutuals @/mads)

• Natsuhiko has an ASMR account (just like they do in the Monster Nursery au)

• Tiara doesn’t quite understand the premise of being gay or coming out so every day she congratulates Kou on being bi

• Kou straight up lies to Tiara about things, it’s an older sibling canon event. Teru does the same to Kou. For example I once told my sister you could dilute chocolate milk into regular milk by pouring water in it. And she believed me.

• Despite the fact that Kou’s been friends with them for many years, Teru regularly forgets Yokoo and Satou’s names

• Aoi and Nene’s mothers have a bet on when the two of them will reveal they’re secretly dating

• Mei is one of those ppl who’s allergic to almost everything. You order a plate of shrimp beside her and before it even hits the table she’s like “Keep that FAR away from me”

• Kako was homophobic until meeting Akane. A “I don’t support that lifestyle” kind of homophobe. Before meeting Akane’s baseball bat

• It’s okay tho he supports his bisexual son now!! He goes to pride parades and everything

• Mirai braids Akane’s hair when she’s bored

• Tsuchigomori has never felt the touch of a man

• If you say one bad word about Teru around Kou, you better be prepared for a full monologue. Stan Twitter wishes they could be as dedicated as Kou (Yokoo: I want to kms / Kou: Wait until the next student council election we can’t lose votes)

• To avoid tarnishing her popular girl image by coming off as rude, whenever Aoi wants to leave a conversation with someone she doesn’t like she pretends to faint

• Mitsuba breaks up with Kou every other day

• When Aoi and Nene are having trouble communicating their feelings verbally, they find a wrestling ring and box their feelings out

• Aoi and Nene apply to every job together, they are a package deal

• Kou is the designated bug killer for the Toilet Gang

• Yako can talk to other foxes. But only foxes, no other animals so the power isn’t all that exciting

• Natsuhiko hasn’t picked up on Mitsuba being gay yet so he keeps offering to set him up with girls

• Sakura has been involved in at least (1) unethical psychology experiment in the past. They administered those shocks for Milgram with a completely straight face

• The hands in Mitsuba’s boundary reflect his feelings so every time Kou comes to visit, they jump around him like overexcited dogs

• Tsukasa had a very intense Alvin and the Chipmunks phase

Okay I have homework that’s due in like 2 hours so I’m gonna have to end it there. I hope my terrible sense of humor amused some of you

[neongreenllama]

Prompts: Surfboard + Beach + Travel

@wolfstarmicrofic - 536 words

Lily whistled at the brown and perfectly tanned surfer walking out of the waves.

“You don’t even know him.”

“I don’t need to know him to appreciate his perfectly toned abs.” She moved her sunglasses down her nose as she said it, to get a better look at the – Remus had to admit it – very muscular figure.

Remus shook his head and went back to his book. He’d only gone to the beach because Lily had wanted to go, and he hadn’t wanted to leave her alone on a strange continent. Also, as she had soundly argued, what point was there to travel to Australia and not go to the beach to check out surfers.

For Remus the point clearly was koalas and kangaroos and other wildlife to be found only on this unique and beautiful continent, but she still had a point.

He was getting lost in his book again when she nudged him, making him look up.

“There’s something for you,” she said, nodding in the direction of another surfer. This one white but still nicely tanned, with a braid of black hair reaching down between his shoulder blades, and tattoos covering his body.

He and the first guy greeted each other with a complicated handshake before tugging their surfboards under their arms and running straight in the ocean.

Lily whistled again. “Nice ass, too.”

She knew his taste too well.

She also couldn’t know this, so he didn’t reply and instead pretended to be go back to his book, all the while shooting glances up at the surfers. They’d paddle leisurely in the water only to then stand up and gracefully ride the waves. It looked incredibly easy when they did it, though other surfers crashing into the waves in their attempts showed that it certainly was not.

As the guy with the tattoos crashed into a particularly strong wave and was swallowed by the water, Remus took in a sharp breath, only to release it again once the black-haired head showed up bobbing in the ocean. If Lily noticed, she thankfully didn’t mention it.

Maybe an hour later the two paddled back to shore, water trailing down their bodies as they stood up. Back on the beach, the one with the tattoos took out his braid and shook his head like a dog, spraying water everywhere. And then he looked over and caught Remus’ eye, who'd been staring. And to Remus’ absolute horror, the guy smiled and winked.

Remus quickly looked back down at his book, pretending to be reading, but feeling the heat of embarrassment creep up his neck.

"Oh."

He noticed Lily next to him straightening up.

"Oh my god, they’re coming over,” she said panicky. “Remus, stay chill.”

Remus was anything but chill.

Lily, however, put on her beautiful smile, knowing she looked sexy in her red bikini, while Remus has barely ever felt more out of place in his shorts, t-shirt, and bucket hat to protect him from the sun.

The two incredibly two hot surfers did indeed walk over to them, and when the tattooed one flashed him a dazzling smile and said, “Hi. Name’s Sirius. You ever tried surfing?” in an Australian accent, Remus’s fate was sealed.

[thunderstomm]

Talking About The New Scare-adise Island Dolls (Monster High G3)

Monster High G3's newest line, beach wave Scare-adise Island has just fully leaked! As always, I am just delighted to see new dolls and want to talk all about them and my opinions on each doll, and if i will be buying them once they release.

The Line Overall

Not many people know this, but I love beach lines. They're a staple of any doll line naturally, but I love to see the takes that a brand does on swim wear or summer fashion, and how they make it both fashionable and practical. And for the most part, I do think Scare-adise Island does a good job at this. Each doll, bar one, comes dressed in swimwear, and all of them come with a bag, sunglasses, a drink, and an extra accessory. There is also a playset, which comes with a lot more accessories, as well as a doll.

Clawdeen Wolf

Clawdeen's doll is quite interesting, and I don't excatly think it captures a beachy vibe. Clawdeen comes dressed in a green leopard print swimsuit, with holes in the sides. She also wears a transparent purple pair of long pants with black patterns, transparent pink shoes, and a transparent purple visor, both made of a "gummy" plastic material. She comes with a purple bag, lavender water bottle with sipping straw, green crescent moon sunglasses and a novel, titled "Howler Thriller".

This look doesn't fully read as "beach" to me- the pants, and more full heels paired with her swimsuit almost read to me as being a "dance" look. I think Clawdeen would have been improved by one thing- having shorts instead of long pants. Her accessories are cute, and I especially like the water bottle, even if it is a recycled mold from G3 Basic Clawd. I also think her shoes should have matched the visor- why are they pink?? At least the green sunglasses match both the swimsuit and earrings. Her pink lipstick is also a little weird- MH PLEASE give her a natural lip. Or even, purple! I think her side ponytail is cute, but I cannot help but think it will be poly, again.

This Clawdeen is cute overall, but she is not for me.

Frankie Stein

This Frankie doll is super cute- and looks so transgender in all of the best ways. They are dressed in a silver and white top, and black and white checked board shorts, with yellow lightning bolts streaked across them. Over top, they wear a black button-up top, with yellow lightning bolt patterns. They have long straight hair, which is black, white and blue streaked, and sport a silver bucket hat, with blue and yellow rings piercing the brim. They wear cute black heel sandals, and come with a blue bag, yellow skullette drinks cup, yellow lightning shaped shades and a green sports ball.

I personally adore this Frankie, and I think it was the best possible thing they could have designed for them. I think the color combo of the look is great, and I hope it stays the same in the animated series. One of the only complaints I can really give is the pink lips- Frankie do you only own one pot of lip gloss? This Frankie would have been so cute with a black, blue, or even yellow lip! I suppose it is an easy fix for any customizers, though.

This Frankie is so so stunning! I think they are worth a buy for any fans of Frankie and beach wear.

Draculaura

And another banger! Draculaura looks absolutely stunning in this look, sporting a pink sunhat with black bat shaped bow, pink and yellow cobweb earrings that look almost like a sun, a pink bikini with cobweb patterns and black ruffles, and a transparent cover up with cobweb patterns. Draculaura wears pink pumps, and comes with pink sunglasses recolored from her core look, sunscreen, a mocktail with little bat wings, and a black, bat shaped bag with a pink charm. She wears her hair in a low ponytail, and it is mostly black with pink streaks.

This Draculaura is pretty perfect, and I don't really have any complaints other than she could maybe use a necklace or two in her look. She is oh-so very pretty, and I love the way that they made the cobwebs of the design look like suns.

I think that this Draculaura is great, and an absolute must own for Draculaura and beach doll enthusiasts. So pretty!

Heath Burns

Making his first ever doll debut in G3, it's Heath Burns! And honestly, I like it! Heath Burns has orange skin, and orange eyes, and has plastic hair, which is made to resemble a mohawk. The hair is shaved on both sides, and he has red painted hair. Heath's face sculpt also has small pointed ears. Heath wears a blue hoodie with flame patterns, and blue board shorts with a similar flame patterns. Heath also sports a pair of slip-on sandals, which are dark blue with flame patterns. The Heath Burns doll also comes with a blue tote bag, an orange, volcano shaped drink, a bottle of sunscreen, and orange sunglasses with flames on the frames.

As somebody who loved G3 Heath with all my heart, I have to say that I just love this doll. I do wish his face sculpt better matched his show counterpart, by having bigger ears, a longer, thinner face, and a different nose shape, rather than looking similar to the other boys. I also am a fan of bald Heath, and prefer it over the mohawk. The outfit is similar to what he wears in the show, except for the shoes. I do wish that this doll had come out in another line so that it could better match the show, but now is better than never, and Heath is the last member of the "poster cast" (characters featured on promotional posters and advertisements) to get a doll. Also, I really hope he's short! I NEED him to be shorter than Abbey!

I like this doll! He's pretty good for a boy doll, and I will be getting him so he can sit next to my Abbey.

Lagoona Blue

Lagoona Blue is the playset doll for this wave! However, I won't be talking about the playset, just the doll. And this Lagoona, oh boy she is PRETTY!! Lagoona has long yellow hair, with teal and pink streaks, styled mostly out, with a small ponytail in at the right. She has gorgeous pink lips, and soft makeup. Lagoona wears a pastel tie dye bikini top, with black ruffles and straps. She sports a matching skirt with drip patterns, black pleather ruffles and plastic pink rope-esque belt-cover piece. Lagoona's shoes match, being pink, and seemingly tied up with plastic textured to look like rope.

I personally love this Lagoona doll so much, and think she is so pretty. I am almost upset that she is a playset exclusive, as that just means that she will be more expensive for me to buy. I don't have any design complaints for her, it's a pretty perfect doll!

If you like playsets, then I'd give this one a buy JUST for the exclusive doll!! Lagoona is so pretty!

What Do You Think..?

[gayerfurtherfaster]

Excuse me but I just had a vision of an M9 early 00s College!AU where they all work at a pizza delivery place called Za-Dash!, heavy on the Beauyasha.

Molly is the manager who’s a little too freewheeling with his responsibilities but is also a master at talking people into add-ons and impulse buys.

Caleb is supposed to work the front counter but is constantly using the office computer, monopolizing the DSL internet to update his Livejournal and fresh his Friend’s List, like, all the time. But he’s also really good at finding weird memes that entertain everyone.

Jester works the front counter, prank calling customers who don’t tip between taking actual delivery orders. She’s also notorious for writing things on the customer labels like “old man with weird face” and “stinky lady” on the carryout orders.

Fjord is the pizza cook with a pizza cutter that looks mysteriously similar to a falchion and loves to shout Eldritch Blast! whenever he pulls something out of the wood-fired oven.

Nott is the assistant manager with a soda cup that’s always half-loaded with some mixture of soda and Wild Turkey. No one minds because she’s also successfully prevented hold-ups on three separate occasions: once by wielding a kitchen knife in a menacing manner, once by throwing herself over the counter and convincing the would-be perpetrator that she had rabies, and once by clocking the robber in the head with a napkin dispenser just before they reached the door.

Beau is a delivery driver in her trusty mid-90s midnight blue Ford Ranger pick-up truck. The back window is plastered with stickers for Riot Grrl bands like Bikini Kill, Sleater-Kinney, L7 and Jack off Jill.

Yasha’s the other delivery driver, her arrival always punctuated by the rumble of the engine on her classic 1970 Mustang, black with a white racing stripe right down the middle, a silver lightning bolt dangling from the rearview mirror.

(Lately, when they both go out on deliveries at the same time, it takes a little longer than usual. Nott recently noticed Beau’s shirt was on inside-out when she finally came back and Jester straight up called out a stretch of newly formed hickeys Yasha seemed to be hiding behind her hair.)

[pikminapplebloom-gaming]

Did @aliengirl's CAS Challenge again this time with a lookbook for this alien goth babe

[ID: a Blonde, goth alien lady Sim with a violet complexion, droopy antenna, pointy ears, green eyes with black sclera, tattoos and an athletic physique is wearing various outfits. Her blonde hair is bobbed and has been partly dyed black with a red ombré.

The first outfit is her everyday look.

It is casual outfit with a corset-like top, pleated skirt with a studded belt, ripped tights, boots with batwings, pentacle shaped earrings, and a spiky choker with a heart shaped ring, and she also has a spiky cuff on her left wrist. She also has a spiky black manicure and dark lipstick.

The Second outfit is formalwear.

She has spider shaped earrings, a black wrap dress, a corset-like choker, fishnet stockings, and spiky platform heels. She also has a sparkly black stiletto manicure.

The third outfit is her athleticwear.

She has a black torn crop top with the words "disassociating in progress..", a cranberry red fishnet bodysuit underneath, black and white split tone cargo pants and socks, and spiky goth crocs. she also has spiked ear plugs and a choker that resembles dripping blood.

The fourth outfit is her Pajamas.

She has an oversized tee with Ghostface from the Movie Scream, ripped Garter stockings, and black slippers with a face mask.

The fifth outfit is what she would wear to a party.

The outfit consists of a black minidress with sheer fabric sleeves, a plum corset, gothic Fishnet stockings, chunky black boots, a choker with a black gemstone, and rose earrings She laso has glossy Black lipstick.

The Sixth outfit is her swimwear.

She has a corset-like bikini top with a pinstriped bikini bottom. She also has pentagram-print platform slides, a rose choker, an edgy earring, and a black garter on her right thigh.

The seventh outfit is what she would wear when it's hot outside.

She has a red and black striped crop top with rips that are held with safety pins. She also has a fishnet shirt underneath and a corseted mini skirt with edgy earrings and a rose choker. Her socks are sheer and she has goth crocs.

The eighth outfit is what she would wear on a cold day.

She has a puff sleeve bodysuit with a queen ann neckline and lace trim, a red cargo maxi skirt, chunky black boots, a sword necklace, rose earrings, and a pentacle chain belt. She also has glossy black lipstick. End of ID.]

Decided to make her into an alien who dresses goth because that's her favorite human subculture.

Unnatural Skintone/All the Tattoos/Long nose/green eyes/Medium and straight platinum blonde hair with two extra colors/Goth/earrings and a necklace

Credits below the cut

Purple skin tone/hair/Tattoos/eyes/teeth/Antennae/Pointy ears

Everyday

Corset top/pleated skirt/ripped tights/batwing boots/pentacle earrings/choker/lipstick/eye makeup/Spiked Cuff

Formal

Wrap Dress/corset choker/stiletto nails/spider earrings/fishnets

Workout Gear

Crop Top/fishnet bodysuit/sweatpants/matte sneakers/earrings/blood choker/mismatched stockings

Pajamas

Ripped stockings + Garter panties/T-shirt/Scream Graphic/flats

Party outfit

Dress/stockings/Boots/underbust corset/choker/earrings/lipstick/eyeliner

Swimwear

Corset top/striped bikini bottom/slides/garter/rose choker/edgy earring/eyeliner/lipstick

Hot Weather

Safety Pin Crop top/fishnet undershirt/corset miniskirt/rose choker/platform sandals/earrings/lipstick/eyeliner

Cold Weather

Puff sleeve body suit/Cargo Maxi skirt/Pentacle Chain Belt/chunky boots/rose earrings/sword pendant/eye makeup/lipstick

[gotmesimpin4levi]

🚫‼️DISCLAIMER❗️🛑

This fanfic plot is not mine, it is the plot of the summer I turned pretty TV SHOW not book. All I did was replace each character from tsitp with an aot character. Above is a list of all the characters that will be featured in this story and who wil play them. There isn’t much smut at all just some kissing and ano more than two 🔞 scenes

A/N

I’ll try to post frequently and I’ll post multiple chapters at a time. I did add a bit of originality to it so it’s not just a straight copy and paste with different names. Lemme know is you wanna see more anime crossovers and please enjoy!

PART 1:CHAPTER 1

The air is hot, the water is warm, the sun was blazing in the beautiful blue sky. It was summer which meant that it was almost time to go to Carla’s beach house in Cousins. The place I grew up at with her two sons Eren and Jean, and of course my brother Connie. The place where I lost my first tooth. Learned how to ride my first bike. Had my first love. Cousins, was my home.

“Hitch! I can’t wear that! It’s so… slutty” I said with a disgusted but playful look. She held up a pink tube dress with long sleeves, the shoulders exposed and a pair of pink platform pumps.

“That’s the point y/n!” Hitch. Hitch and y/n, best friends till the end. Sometimes I wonder how we even became friends, it’s been so long I don’t even remember. We’re complete polar opposites. She loves to go out and party, I like to stay inside and watch musicals.

“And besides Eren’ll love it” she said teasingly

“No!” I protested “ We’re not even into each other like that” I lied. Eren and I were like a commensalism. I needed him to breathe, to live. But he never really paid attention to me like I did him. Whatever I did didn’t affect him so he didnt really care.

“LIAR LIAR pants on fire!” Hitch yelled out “ you like him and you know you do”

“Maybe” I murmured “ but he doesn’t like me back so I don’t need the outfit”

“Y/n, look you can’t stay the young gullible little sister forever. Whether you like it or not your changing. Actually you’ve already changed a lot! There’s no way Eren can resist a hot steamy make out session with you. No way! And you’ve gotta get out more!”

I knew I looked different but not enough for Eren to notice me. Right?

“Maybe but I don’t wanna get my hopes up”

“Girl if he doesn’t notice you then he’s cra cra. Here, take these just in case” she handed me along with her slutty outfit a neon green bikini ithong, a pink crochet cami with light colored cutoff shorts and a pair of white Tommy Hilfiger flip flops.

“Thanks Hitch, I don’t know what I’d do without you. I’m really gonna miss you”

“ hey don’t worry, I’ll see you in a week for your birthday” Bursting in to my room Connie said

“Come on y/n, moms pissed we haven’t left yet” I just blew him off. We walked downstairs and said our goodbyes. Connie drove, I rode shotgun and my mom, Hange, sat in the back seat. This was it, this was the beginning of our perfect, annual, summer getaway!

A/N

I’m soo sorry for the long chapter and all the boring exposition😭

My goal was to make it so that someone who has never seen tsitp could still read this fanfic and enjoy it so my apologies the next chapter is also long but a lot more entertaining!

CHAPTER 2

As soon as we arrive in Cousins every summer, we always stop at this gas station a few miles from Carla’s to get gas and snacks.

“Come on y/n let’s get snacks while Connie fills the tank. Connie just meet us inside when your done”

“Got it!” Me and my brother said unanimously

I walked in and went straight to the slushie machine. Half cherry, half coke. Perfection! I got a couple airheads, a bag of cheetos and made my way toward cashier. He was tall, very pale, and had red hair. He wasn't a very attractive guy but he wasn’t particularly ugly either. The closer I got to the register the more our eyes met and the more his attractiveness started to increase.

“ Hey, im Floch, and you are?” he said with a smirky tone of voice

“Hey im y/n” I responded. I reached out to slide him my snacks and slushie and when he reached out to grab them from me, our hands touched. I blushed, he chuckled a bit.

“ I don’t think I’ve ever seen you here in cousins, I’d definitely remember if I saw a pretty girl like you, this your first summer?” He said as he rung up my items

“Oh umm no I’ve been coming here since before I can remember I just don’t really get out much” I could feel my cheeks get hot as my mind was still lingering in the compliment he gave me.

“ Well if you wanna get out more, all us summer Cousins kids are going out to the beach for a bonfire, if you wanna come?” The way he said it. The way his voice lingered when he said “if”. This is what Hitch meant. I had to take advantage of this opportunity!

“ yeah sure I’d love to-“

“Love to what?” My mom said curiously. I could hear Connie “oooooohhhh-ing” from the back of the store

“Nothing! See ya later” I had a goofy cheesy grin on my face. I couldn’t believe it, a boy wanted to invite me somewhere! I had to be there. Mom and Connie followed me back to the car.

“🎶We wanted to believe there was no

No Hell on Earth worse than what we know🎤” I sang out.

“Y/n. No” Connie said hiding a smile

“But every day just seems to worsen We weren't prepared at all🎤”

“🎤Now we must rise to this occasion Devoid of all consideration” I heard my mom hun in the back. After a few more verses we were all screaming at the top of our lungs,

“SASAGEYO SASAGEYO SHINZOU WO SASAGEYO!!🎤🎶” the song ended just as we pulled up to Carla’s beach house. When I got out the car I met with Jeans eyes. It felt like I was looking at a completely different person. Like he hadn’t been my best friend since before I can remember.

“ Y/N!!” He said as he took me in for a big bear hung

“ jEaN!” I said as he lifted me off the ground still bear hugging me

“Damn,Look at how big you’ve gotten! You're not out little y/n anymore” I blushed a bit when he said it.

“Yeah I guess I am changing” I walked over to Eren to hug him but decided against it at the last minute. He, like Jean, looked different too. His hair was a lot longer, he was taller, and you could definitely tell he was more toned than before. But the main thing I noticed was his aura. Something felt off with him. Like he was masking an important feature that made him, him.

“Hey, Eren” i said

“I see you stopped wearing your glasses.” That’s it?! That’s all he said to me?

“Yeah I guess I grew out of them!”

“I liked you better with them”

“Well,” I started, “ I like me better without them,” I said in a snarky tone. Eren was acting differently. Something was definitely up. I looked over at Jean and he had a look in his eye. The kind of look he gave before he did something he knew was bad.

“ guys,” he began, “ you know what time it is?”

“ no. No, no, no, no,no!!” I protested playfully

“Y/N SWIM! Y/N SWIM!!” They all chanted. They picked me up, Connie at my feet and Eren and Jean on each arm. They carried me to the pool out back.

“1!” They all said with a swing. “2! 3!” Before I knew it I was catapulted into the pool. I could hear them all up there laughing and I couldn’t help but laugh too.

“ Come on Jean, help me out of the pool” I said as I reached my arm out. When he grabbed my hand I saw a perfect moment for revenge. I had pulled Jean in the pool along with me. Connie and Eren just laughed and in that moment I saw a glimpse of the old Eren.

CHAPTER 3 Hange pov

“We are all set for your party tonight” the book store attendant said to me

“Great!” I replied.

“How was your?” He asked

“Oh my publishers didn’t send me on tour for this one, it’s been a pretty quiet release!”

“Are you on social media?” The girl asked. “You should really be on social media!”

“Ah, well, no, I’m not.”

“Are you working on something new?” He asked

“Always!” I replied Carla walked over and asked,

“How many copies did you make for tomorrow's night?”

“I think 20”

“Oh, that’s not nearly enough!” Carla protested “I’ve invited half the town!” She exclaimed. I looked at her in shock.

“What?” I said “ you said this was just going to be a small thing?!”

“Look, Petra,” she said to the store clerk “ I am so sorry but you might have to run to the Barnes and Noble in Portsmouth and get some more.”

“Business has been slow we haven’t had many copies of anything coming in” Petra said. Carla picked up a book off the counter and said

“ You must have 100 copies of this book?!”

I read the front of it

“ Levi Ackerman is the off brand Jonathan Franzen. Levi Ackerman is such a phony name. it’s like “hi I’m masculine but I’m intellectual” I mocked “ I bet Hemingway is his hero“

“Mm-hmm” Carla agreed

“ I bet he has horn rimmed glasses!” I teased some more.

“Yeah,see? I I held up his picture in the back of the book. “Yeah,” I heard a voice from across the room. “Contacts irritate my eyes.”

“Goodbye Levi!” The store clerk said as the man walked out the door.

“Yeah that was him,” Petra said “ he’s renting the Burke house this summer“

“Oh, that’s a nice place!” Carla said

I put the book back down on the counter ashamed of the situation.

“Sorry” I winced

CHAPTER 4

On the first night we always have Carla’s special, Stuffed bell peppers for dinner

“Eren, I heard you quit football,” my mom said

“Yeah. what’s it to you?” He replied

“ So, Connie, I heard you got a job for this summer?” Carla asked

“ oh yeah I’m gonna be working at the rec center-“

“Wait seriously!?” Jean cut off “me too!”

“Jean it’s not nice to cut people off”

“Sorry mom” Jean said he turned back to Connie “I’ll be a lifeguard at the pool”

“Saweet!!” Connie said. He always says dumb stuff like that.

“Y/n, as you know you're becoming a woman,” Carla began “ and here in Cousins we have our annual Debutante Ball and I think you should do it!” My mother practically choked at the news.

“ Ball?” She spat out “ that’s not really y/n’s style, right?” For the longest time I’d always seen Carla as a second mom. I always tried to please her and do everything like her. I even wished sometimes she was my mother. This would be my chance, my chance to do something for Carla to make her proud.

“ Sure,” I heard myself blurt out “I’ll do it. It seems harmless”

“Y/n, I don’t think you know what your getting yourself into” my mother lectured “ a ball is a lot of work and dedication and if I’m being honest you’ve never been one to really care about such things” I could feel the tension in the room rise.

“ Well Mother, it’s my decision and I’m doing it.” Eren rose from the table,

“May I be excused please?” He asked Carla

“Aren’t you going to finish dinner?” She rebuttal

“No, mom” he said sternly “now may I go?”

“Sure,” she replied. The table went silent.

After Dinner I went outside to find Eren. He was sitting along with his feet in the pool smoking a bud. I sat down next to him. He couldn’t have been more bothered to acknowledge me.

“ Smoking is bad for your health, you know?” I told him

“ Well it’s good for my stress,“ he replied. I looked into his eyes trying to find a glimpse of the old Eren, of who he was. Nothing.

“ hey you preached it first” he looked at me with a playful grin.

“ I guess I did, didn't I?” The tip of his bud met the concrete and he threw it across the pool.

“Are you seriously considering this ball thing?” He asked me

“”I mean yeah, I’ve gotten nothing better to do”

“Don’t let my mom make you her little doll because she never had a daughter”

“I don’t mind, sometimes I really wish I were her daughter!”

“Your better off with Hange, trust me”

Before I could get anything else out of him Connie and Jean came running at the house

“Come on Eren!” Jean had called “we ready to hit to the bonfire”

“ Can I come?” I asked joyfully

“ hell no!” Connie told me “ you're not old enough yet” I was furious at those words. I was old enough to go. And you know what? I didn’t need them, I'd go on my own. As soon as the boys left the house I ran upstairs to change into Hitch’s slutty outfit. To be honest I didn’t look that bad. I could get used to this me. The new me. I slipped on my shoes and tiptoed towards the door. Before I left I saw Hange and Carla sitting on the couch together watching a musical. My favorite one actually. West Side Story. I couldn’t help but wonder if maybe one day me and Hitch would be like that. Growing old together watching movies on a couch. I slowly opened the door and left. I’d walked in the dark for about 6 minutes until I heard the laughs of teenagers. I saw the glow of the bonfire and knew this was it.

CHAPTER 5

I walked down towards the bonfire and was immediately met with the smell of beer. I saw other kids drinking and making out. I walked out a bit more and I saw Floch, the guy from the gas station who invited me. He was making out with some blonde chick when he saw me. He quickly pulled away and ran over to me.

“Hey, it’s not what it looks like I was just-“ I cut him off.

“Just making out with some girl knowing good and well you invited another one here. Cuz that’s what it looks like to me!” He looked unbothered.

“That’s not it. See she was just holding your place till you got here!”

“And you know what? She can have that place cuz I don’t fuck with man whores.” Angrily I stormed off. How could I have been so foolish to really believe a guy liked me.I looked around a bit and I saw Eren. “ finally a familiar face“ I thought to myself. Until I saw him lean in and kiss another girl. I’m that moment my heart sank. I’d known Eren was probably interested in other girls but, to see it with my own two eyes boiled up a whole new anger in my heart. I could feel myself tear up. And Jean must’ve seen it too, because immediately after he came to me and pulled me away from the scene.

“Hey,” he shouted cheerfully “y/n is here!” I saw Connie’s head whip around.

“Y/n what the hell are you doing here? I told you not to come!” He had his arm around some girl I'd never seen before. She had her dark brown hair in a high ponytail, a Nirvana crop top on and a bikini thong.

“Because I can do whatever I want. I’m not a damn baby Connie!” He looked furious now

“Why am I even arguing with you? I'm taking you home now!”

“Con,” Jean interrupted, “just give her this one night.” Connie looked at him unamused “please 🥺” he said giving him a little pouty lip.

“Fine!” Connie said “but if you dare to even look at a drink you're out”

CHAPTER 6 Carla pov

“ When the boys threw Y/n in the pool today, I swear I almost saw a smile on Eren’s face. He was in a better mood today than I’ve seen him since him and Historia broke up” I said to Hange

“ I didn’t realize they were that serious?” She replied

“ Neither did I“ we both chuckled. “ he’s just always in such a bad mood. So unlike himself.”

“ since when did he quit football?“ she asked me.

“ A couple weeks ago. He only ever played football to please Grisha. I told you they weren’t getting along. I'm just gonna… let him have his space, you know? let him do his thing.” Hange looked at me with a concerned look.

“ don’t you think maybe it’s time you talked to him?” I looked at her blankly

“ There's nothing to talk about. Can we just have a really great summer like we said we would?” I leaned my arm out to touch her shoulder. We both laughed. “ How's your writing coming?” I asked her

“I just wanna hang out with you,” she replied “I could give a shit about that book right now”

“Liar! You give all your shits about your book. You give too many shits”

“It’s a mid list book” she said “ it’s been out for a month and it’s barely selling.

“ Well it is going to sell a ton of copies tomorrow and I can’t wait to read it!”

“ you never read my books“ she protested

“ Yes I do“ I lied. We both burst into laughter

“ read Levi Ackerman‘s book instead he’s got 150,000 followers on Instagram!” I chuckled a bit

“ you know it wouldn’t hurt you to put yourself out there more. Get on Tinder while your at it” I teased

“Oh my God, please stop!”

“Okay, okay. Maybe not tinder but what is the e app for the 40 and up crowd?”

“Oh I’m begging you stop!“ she cried out

“It’s Ourtime?!” I teased more

“No it’s not!” She said while laughing up a fit.

I scooted in closer and we laughed even harder. I looked at her with soft eyes.

“What?” She asked

“I really think you should let y/n have her deb season.”

“Please” she began “Debutante Balls are just so problematic!”

“I really want to see our girl in a white dress” I told her. Hange looked at me with sadness in her eyes.

“Fine. You win!”

“I always do” I told her

“ is still think it’s a bad idea” she exclaimed

“She might surprise you” I said as I rested my head on her shoulder “people can change you know?”

“Not us though.” She said

“Right,” I agreed, “ you and I are immovable objects.” We sat there together looking out on the lake.

CHAPTER 7

Yess! I had managed to stay. I turned around to talk to Jean but he was already gone with his friends playing an idiotic drinking game. I walked around a bit more until I saw some commotion over where Eren was. I quickly ran over to the scene to find a drunk Eren screaming at another guy.

“Give me the fucking beer back, Reiner!” He yelled

“Dude get your own!” He clapped back

“IT WAS MINE FIRST!” Eren lunged at the other guy knocking the beer out his hand. The two started throwing punches.

“Ereh, please stop, I'll get you another beer!” The girl he was making out with said

“Mikasa, stay out of this!” Eren yelled in a headlock. The boys started throwing punches at each other. I had to stop the fight. I ran over to Eren and pulled his arm back.

“The hell?!” Eren said. He had flung his fist back and striked me across the face. I held my cheek in awe. Jean came and held me from behind. Eren looked up and realized what he had done.

“I-I-I’m sorry, I didn’t” a drunken Eren said to me. My eyes started to tear up. I felt stupid for trying to come to this party. I ran over to the empty part of the beach and sat there and cried.

~

A little while later. I heard feet in the sand walking towards me. I looked up to find a tall white boy with short blonde hair and soft eyes sit down next to me.

“Hey” he said to me

“What do you want?” I replied back

“I just wanted to see if you were okay, that was a pretty nasty fall,”

“Yeah it was.”

“Is your far okay?” He asked

“Yeah it’s feeling a bit better”

“Well umm.. I have a cold beer if you want it?”

“I don’t drink.” I told him

“No,no,no me either,” he exclaimed “not to drink for your cheek.” I could feel my face get hot.

“Thanks” I held the beer up to my cheek “I’m sorry I didn’t even get your name.”

“Armin. Armin Arlert. And you?”

“Y/n L/n”

“That’s a very beautiful name”

“Thanks” we talked for what felt like hours. He seemed so familiar yet he was so far from it.

“Oh no” we heard someone from up the beach yell. “THE POPO ARE HERE!” I saw Jean run down the beach toward me. He grabbed my arm

“Come on y/n we gotta go!” Armin got up with us. Jean carried a wasted Eren on his shoulders to the car. He put Eren in the back seat and got in the driver's seat.

“Come on y/n get in the car” Jean yelled

“Actually I wanted to ride with Armin-“

“No actually you're gonna get your little ass in the car!” Jean had never used that tone of voice with me before. It was scary but effective.

“ When can I see you again?” I asked Armin.

“Well you could see me Saturday and the drive in movie and 8?”

“It’s a date” I said blushing “till next time

“Till next time!” He leaned in toward me and planted a kiss on my lips.

“Ewwww, Nasty” I heard Eren say from the back seat.

“Holy shit!” Jean said “I forgot about Connie! Don’t fucking move! I’ll brb” he raced out the car and down the beach to find Connie. I could help but smile at the thought of Armin. He made me feel so happy and warm inside. I felt Eren reach and his hand from the back seat and touch my hair.

“Your hair is like a little kid's hair,” he said, “always so messy. Y/n..” he started to say then there was a knock on the window. We both looked up to see an office.

“Have you kids been drinking?”

CHAPTER 8

The office trailed the four of us home. When she rang the doorbell my mother, Hange, answered it.

“Thank you so much for bringing them home, officer.” She shut the door “What were you kids thinking, getting drunk like that and having an officer bring you home?

“Mom,” Connie started, “ it wasn't even a big deal the cops just wanted to break up the bonfire!”

“ Wasn't a big deal? Con, you were escorted home by the police! THAT'S a pretty big deal to me!” You could hear Connie sniff the air a bit

“Were you guys smoking weed?” He asked

“What? Keep your voice down! Carla’s sleeping on the couch!”

“I wasn’t yelling you were mom.” Connie protested

“Just so you know Hange,” Jean began “ I wasn't drinking at all tonight. I was the DD I swear!”

Eren! You're the oldest. I expect so much more. What the hells got into you?” She looked at me “and when did you start leaving the house without telling anyone? And what the hell are you wearing?” I looked up at her

“It’s Hitch’s dress, and why am I the only one not allowed to go out-“

“It’s not that you can’t go out, it's just you need to tell someone before you leave.” She cut off “and how the hell did you even get there?”

“I walked,” I said under my breath. “You walked.” She mumbled as she put her hands to her head. “ you know better than to walk that far down the beach at night!” She's really pissed me off. I’d been her sweet innocent child for long enough. I deserved to have fun and to have my own life. She let Eren, Connie, and Jean live there life however but when I came to be I could do shit.

“Would you stop treating me like a child!” I lashed out at her. She looked me deep in the eyes, “if you wanna be treated like and adult… act like one!” She finished off her sentence in a stern voice. The kind that sent goosebumps down your arm.

“Then maybe y’all should too.” U was surprised to hear Eren say.

“Excuse me?” Mom asked as she looked at Carla’s boys “I just want you all to know that this night could’ve ended a lot differently if your family wasn’t your family.”

“We’re really sorry Hange.” Jean said

“Just go to bed guys.” I was the first one to leave. I went to the kitchen to grab a cold bag a veggies for my face. I went upstairs and changed into my night clothes. I laid back in my bed to sleep when I heard a knock through the wall. It was Jean. He’s still remembered our secret code from the summers before. I laughed softly before putting the bag back on my face and going to sleep.

CHAPTER 9 Eren pov

I got up from the bench to go to my room when I felt Hange grab my wrist.

“I don’t understand what’s going on with you?

“Nothing,” I told her “I’m fine”

“Eren!” I heard her say as I went into the living room. I saw my mother laying there on the couch. I took the throw blanket and placed it over her. I loved her but the sight of her made me so angry sometimes. I just wished she wouldn’t try so hard. So hard to pretend like everyone and everything was gonna be okay.

A/N

thank you so much for reading this part! It’s my first real fanfic that I've done. I’ve been so excited to write this and it’s so great that people actually like it. Again please let me know what else you guys wanna see and part two will be out next Tuesday. I’ll try to keep this consistent. Thank you all for the support and I’ll see you in the next part!

[bunny-hoodlum]

10 first lines Tag Game

Thank you for the tag @sessakag and @nightowl27-writer! 🥰

Rules: share the first lines of ten of your most recent fanfics and tag ten people. If you have written less than ten, don’t be shy and share anyway.

Asynchronous With You

"We're leaving now!" Naruto called out to Kurenai-obasan, as Hinata shut the door, putting the awkward breakfast behind them.

They paused in the breezeway, as if needing the moment to remove their disguises.

After the past weekend, they had adopted new masks to wear around their beloved foster parent, because the things they were dealing with didn't make any sense to them still.

They hadn't the stamina to get her up to speed.

They began their usual route to high school...

21 Days

Today her hair is as straight as she can manage, because normally at work it's done up and iron-curled to all hell.

Today she couldn't decide whether to keep it up or down.

If it's up, she imagines him pulling the scrunchie loose to watch her hair fall about her shoulders like silk.

Well, it's not that silky anymore, but it sure would be ideal if he thought is was.

Her work clothes are every bit unlike herself; ostentatious, shimmering, quite on the revealing side.

Today, despite the intentions of their plans, she would like to go as herself.

Dissolve Me

He was told she was nineteen, but her plaid miniskirt told him she was in high school. One of those private schools nearby, he couldn't recall which one.

Or maybe she just liked to extend the jailbait aesthetic a little longer. 

Side-parted blunt bangs. Long, glossy black hair that dipped below the curve of her ass. Round, dark red lips below a gracefully straight nose, one that struggled to support the oversized brand-name shades that rested from tender blush to brow bone.

She was doll-like and 'cool girl' all at once, a token minx amongst...

Idle Hands (using from the new version on tumblr)

He laid on his side in the seclusion of his bed, erection in hand as he faced the wall, filling his eyes with glossy pages of softcore beauties from the gravure magazine he lifted from the convenience store near the train station.

Curvy beauties. Slender, tight-framed beauties. White skin. Glistening in oil. Just the barest hint of pink areola peeking from the edges of from their bikini, straddling a balance ball in a sheer bikini. Posing with a popsicle with her pink tongue pressed against the tip. A bookworm dressed in a virgin-killer sweater, her legs, exposed back and abundant side-boob daring him to pin...

Runner's High (abandoned for now)

From the moment he wakes up anticipation fills him. It's a heavy sensation knocking around inside his chest.

There's something he wants. Something he's chasing.

And he has to wake up an hour earlier than usual in order to work towards that goal.

He steps outside his dorm room in his usual running gear -- black from his shoes to his sweatband, in his favored hunter-orange hoodie -- when a familiar voice calls out to him.

"Oi, Naruto," Sasuke, his classmate from Econ 101 and someone he used to compete with back in high school, is also decked out...

Powerless

The world had been torn asunder and it calmed him.

He took advantage of his disfigurement to blend into the raging chaos that was the Emergency Room. The stench of char and singed flesh, the predictable hysterics of frightened family members as their child or spouse is carted away from them on a stretcher, and the lively display of open burn wounds, pink and weeping in the center and rimmed with black crusts like freshly licked candy dropped in the dirt, all of this the climax to his magnificent crescendo.

The squirming, screaming blood sack bundled in his arms...

@dayseternal-blog @peppercornpresscornpress @arunikas @happyocelot @chloelapomme @char-lotteral @secrettastemakerland and anyone else! T o T I'm sorry, I'm not super sure who's still active and also not trying to just copy-paste other's tags lol. 😅

[aikoiya]

LoZ: Wild - MOM (Nemma's Attire)

While Nemma's hair color is the typical Sheikah white, her eyes are deep ocean blue from her mother's side of the family, who was half-Deyan. Aside from that, her skin is a healthy tan compared to most other Sheikah of the time, making her resemble more the Impa from SS than the fairer-skinned Sheikah of Wild. She also has red face tattoos under her eyes. They underline her eyes with the outer halves being underlines with upside-down triangles & come with a pair of curved teardrops much like the Royal Family's Secret Stones.

When Nemma first left her village, she cut her hair off at the nape & it has since grown out.

At the beginning of the story, it will be about shoulder length.

It will continue to grow out through the story until it reaches at least ass length, but the ends will always have the straight edge look shown above.

Before her marriage & when out on missions after, it is normally pulled up into a top knot, held in place by Kôgai (Hair Sticks) that can also be used as daggers in a pinch, with her right bang braided into a fishtail.

As it grows longer, so will her braid & once her hair grows long enough to reach her butt, she'll regularly switch styles. Either wearing it as her typical topknot with the braided right bang, in a long braid with the right-side bang left loose, or in a style similar to her husband's, but with her right bang either being braided again or left loose.

Though, she'll keep the hair of her right bang cut to about a couple inches below her chin, really only letting it get a couple inches longer.

Topknots will also be accompanied by similar hair ornaments to what her husband wears as well as her signiture sharpened Kôgai.

And the tattoo on her shoulder is her Dokuso Shokushei mark, which identifies her as a Toxin Mistress.

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At the beginning of the story, she'll normally wear a white traveling Yukata with red lining & a pattern of simple, red Sanke Carp swimming across it & her Kamon (family crest; a trio of Cool Safflina, a.k.a. Blacksmith Lupin flowers) in white on the back inside a red circle & a simple navy Obi with a simple Mind's Eye cinching her Yukata closed.

Like this:

The belts are from someone else's art, but I'm really just using them as an example of what I mean.

She'll often wear a woven, straw Sugegasa hat atop her head when traveling, replacing it with a Kāten Sugegasa in the desert, & a pair of practical Kitatami Setta, which are woven from rice straw, over Tabi socks on her feet.

This is what Kitatami Setta look like:

She'll switch out her Setta for Taka-Ashida Geta, which have high supports, when it rains or is otherwise poor weather.

Which look like this:

And Jika-Tabi, or Tabi boots, when she has to do hard work outside. Specifically, when she's on a job.

Example:

For the Kāten Sugegasa, it's basically a straw conehat with a sheer curtain attached to the rim that encircles the head.

@haaam-bugi made me this really amazing art! WITHOUT ME ASKING!! :D

(All I did was add the fish pattern on the yukata & adjust the tattoo on her shoulder so that you could see it in more detail. Otherwise, everything else is their work. I also asked permission if I could do this & they said yes. All she's missing are the Setta! X3 Though, her skintone isn't quite right. She's supposed to be more tanned. More like Impa from Skyward Sword or Hyrule Warriors.)

But when on a mission, she'll generally wear something not altogether different from what HW Impa wears (but less aqua & more navy), though without the odd Sheikah bikini top thing. Just give the Haori another strap. Plus, with a traditional Fukumen, a.k.a. a close-fitting mask that only covers the neck & lower half of the face. Also, it's held together by the same leather Obi that she wears over her Yukata.

(Not mine, did not make this, but the hairstyle is perfect & I like it. Though, I'd keep the regular Stealth Suit's shin guards. Other than that, make it less of a faded purple gray & more blue with the darker parts being navy.)

But with this belt:

Though, the blue wrapping should be red instead.

However, underneath her suit, she has cloth that wraps around her breasts & reaches down to her stomach to form a Haramaki in order to improve her core strength. She wraps her chest relatively loosely in order to make her bust more manageable. Nemma's pretty busty, so they get in the way of her swings. Binding them somewhat helps to make it easier to fight.

She actually has a similar figure to Istina from Harvestella.

She also takes very good care of her nails & tends to wear a special, reinforced nail polish that she makes herself from the hooves of the Lynels she kills. This polish allows her to be able to reliably use her nails as a viable weapon in a pinch. Though, she prefers not to get blood under them. She tends to switch between the colors red, blue, & clear. Polish made from Lynel Hooves actually have a particular sheen to them that's easy to identify, which is why the Sheikah wear this polish partially as an intimidation tactic.

Also with climbing boots & climbing gloves with Han Kote (半籠手, Armored Sleeve or Gauntlet). One Han Kote (the left one) being a traditional Sheikah Jōhyō Han Kote (縄鏢半籠手, Chained Kunai Gauntlet), which she uses either as a weapon or for traversing terrain.

Think of the rope dart modification made to the Hidden Blade that Arbaaz Mir used in Assassin's Creed Chronicles: India.

Nemma's other Han Kote has a spring-loaded climbing hook hidden inside, which makes getting around much easier & can also double as a Tekkō-Kagi (手甲鉤) or hand sickle. Basically being the Hookblade from Assassin's Creed.

Once she begins to learn hand-to-hand, she'll build Tekkō (鉄甲, Knuckle Dusters) into her Kote. Though, they will be more akin to metal studs welded into the knuckles.

She'll also add Kakushi Ashiha (隠し足刃) to her Jika-Tabi, which are essentially the Hidden Footblades from Assassin's Creed as used by the Assassin, Shao Jun.

(There's just a lot of Assassin's Creed influence in her design, okay?)

Either way, all this will essentially turn her into a living weapon.

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Anyway, Nemma's wedding attire would look something like this:

But silver instead of gold & featuring Gerudo-style orchid patterns. Also, the head veil rests over the head. Plus a few extra things that I'll explain in a minute. (Also, not my art. I do not claim it as such.)

This is sort of the orchid pattern that I was thinking of:

There, of course, would be variation. But this would be the main pattern used.

This dress, in Gerudo, is called a Màtu'kàvtéda Shàree or a wedding saree in real life. And the aqua sash that drapes over the shoulder is a Màtu'kàvtéda Bàndaràshï.

But, add on the head veil that commonly goes with a royal Moroccan Dubai wedding Kaftan in the same shade of blue as the dress. I'm calling the head veil a Màlàki Kopfab.

Except, here, it's supposed to be so long that it trails along behind the wearer the same way a wedding train does & is the same shade of blue as the Shàree above.

And add on what, in real life, is an Arabic harem face veil. This one is aqua & is called an Màtu'kàvtéda Hunfàm. This veil is meant to be worn by the bride the entire week before the wedding & only to be removed by the groom the moment before the sealing kiss. It originates from a superstition that says the bride being seen directly by anyone before the wedding will bring about a disaster within the marriage. In order to prevent the disaster, all but the groom must close their eyes or shield their vision so that the first one to see the bride as the groom's new wife is the groom himself. Doing this is said to bring about good fortune in their marriage as well as, purportedly, improving the chances of a child in the future.

It isn't true, but it's tradition by now.

It's held in place by a pair of hooks that curve around the ears so it's easy for the groom to remove.

Like this one:

Also keep in mind that all the embroidery & patterns for all these articles of clothing are designed with Gerudàn patterns instead of the patchwork mix of various Middle & South Eastern styles that is actually featured here. She'll especially like the design of the lotus-like one & other floral designs.

Click the link for more on Gerudàn Wedding Traditions.

For her wedding Shàree, she specifically requested for the patterning to be inspired by Sweetheart Orchids specifically, which is a Sheikah tradition as they symbolize a happy couple, love, abundance, sexuality, & vivifatility (both verility & fertility). She likewise requested that Ganon's clothes also feature them. To which, he acquiesced as he was rather fond of the flower seeing as she proposed to him with Sweetheart Orchid petals.

She also wears a pair of silver orchid earrings with mother of pearl petals that she made just for that day. As well as a golden pendant featuring her Kamon (family crest) which is 3 Cool Safflina.

Nemma will wear a traditional, pale Sweetheart Orchid foundation covering her face. Though, not so much so that she appears snow white, just enough to pale her skin slightly & make her appear made of porcelin. With pink, almond set style eyeshadow & layered over that, the edges of her eyelids are painted red in a hooded or close set style (see some geisha eye makeup) with a hard edge.

The outside of her eyes have sparkling silver dots or circles of eyeliner that orbit around her eyes to create crescents. At the same time, she will also wear thick, Egyptian-like sliver eyeliner. This metallic, silver eyeliner is made from Moonblooming Arguses (they grow from Voltfruit Cacti, but only bloom at night). Which, this eyeliner is a sign of status in Gerudo culture & the silver color is an indication of the fact that she is marrying into the Royal House of Drāgamīr.

Here's how her makeup will look during the wedding:

Her hair is also pulled into a low, complicated bun decorated with a lovely, delicate-looking, floral, Sheikah bridal hairpiece called a Shinpu Kanzashi (新婦簪, Bride Hair Ornament; inspired by Hanfu Ji or Chinese Bridal Hair Ornaments), featuring Sweetheart Orchids & Cool Safflinas. These are mostly Sheikah traditions. This particular Bridal Ornament was actually made by her grandfather for her grandmother, which she wore when they got married.

Nemma isn't normally the unreasonable type, but this was one of the few things she had to put her foot down on.

Her hair is also woven with silver threads as per the Gerudo tradition.

Anyway, the day after the wedding, Nemma is coronated & given her Vàtta'jï Tàj or Queen's Tiara.

It looks like this:

The oar-like protrusions that are from the chief's headpiece, go down & to the sides. And, instead of the ovular piece that sticks up from the top, that is replaced with a similar halo-like part to what TP & HW Ganondorf wears. The overall design is just much less complicated than the Chieftain Hairpiece.

I also modeled the marking on the coin-like object in the second one in a way reminiscent of the original design for the Mirror Shield in OoT before people complained.

Still a little bit of work to be done.

Anyway, all of this, except instead of gold, Nemma's attire uses silver or platinum.

Finally, after the wedding, both she & Ganon will have red dots tattooed between their brows. Within these dots with be hidden the swirl of each other's fingerprints.

They are referred to as Kokoro no Kekkon Shuiro (心の結婚朱色, Marriage of Minds Sindoorani) or Kokoro no Kekkon Shindōrurani (心の結婚シンドールラニ, Marriage of Minds Sindoorani) & are inspired by the Hindu concept of Sindoor (सिन्दूर) or Sindura which are used to indicate marital status for women. And are or were thought to help one access their inner wisdom (which they'd likely need a lot of as a married woman). However, I've sort of expanded on the idea for my own purposes.

This is an important part of the wedding as it's something adapted from Sheikah culture, where the bride & groom dip 2 fingers into a bowl of red ink, then press the pads of their fingers to their other half's forehead. Upon the brow, right between & above the eyes. After the wedding, they go to another room to have a Sheikah tattoo artist that they'd hired for the occasion. She will tattoo the dot into their skin in such a way that, if one looks closely, you can see the impression of their new spouse's prints in red.

This becomes a permanent part of their design for the rest of the story.

Click on the link for more on Sheikan Wedding Traditions.

She'll also always be wearing a simple pair of earrings, one of which featuring a Gossip Stone after a certain point in the story.

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Now for an explanation of the clothing words I used above.

Let's start off with Nemma's formal attire as queen would typically be a dark blue Shàree & Kopfab with a silver, opal, & moonstone Vàtta'jï Tàj featuring a crescent moon at the center of it & Voltfruit blossoms surrounding it, beneath the Kopfab.

A Shàree is a dress inspired by a saree, which is a Hindu dress. It generally features vibrant colors & is ankle-length. Featuring pretty patterns in gold or silver embroidery, & is made of light & airy fabric. They tend to have short sleeves & also comes with a sash, here called a Bàndaràshï, & a wide, gold or silver fabric girdle called an Àrïqna here with Gerudo emroidery. This'll be her preferred outfit to wear formally as it isn't difficult to move in. Màtu'kàvtéda Shàree, or Wedding Saree, are not much different from regular Shàree, except that the skirt reaches the floor & it's much more finely made.

A Kopfab is an opaque, colorful hooded veil made of silk with a golden or silvery-patterned embroidered border at the hem that sits perfectly upon the head without covering the face & reaches somewhere between hip & floor. The Kopfab being the traditional headdress of a Gerudo Queen. However, civilian Gerudo are allowed to wear one on their wedding days. When worn with a Shàree, it needs to be the same color as the Shàree itself, which I'll get into in a bit. Màtu'kàvtéda Kopfab are different mostly in how high quality the materials are to make them & the fact that they are long enough to trail along the floor behind the bride. Only queens & women marrying kings are allowed to wear them.

A Bàndaràshï is a strip of fabric that acts like a sash & is typically draped over one shoulder & circles around the opposite hip. Typically a different color to the Shàree to give variation. They often have gold or silver patterned borders. Non-wedding Bàndaràshï leave both arms free, unlike Màtu'kàvtéda Bàndaràshï, which are usually very long & hang over an arm to trail down to the floor.

A Màtu'kàvtéda Hunfàm is a sheer face veil much like that of an Arabic harem girl's in real life. However, in Gerudo culture, as mentioned above, this veil is supposed to be worn the entire week before the Vai's wedding day. There are, of course, exceptions for when eating & in one's room, which is where the bride is supposed to eat until the wedding.

When worn by a soon-to-be queen, the Hunfàm & Bàndaràshï are both supposed to match & be a different, yet complementary color to the Kopfab & Shàree.

As for a Vàtta'jï Tàj, it is a tiara or circlet of Gerudo make, often featuring Voltfruit blossoms & other desert iconography in its design. Worn only by queens & is fundamentally different from the complicated headpiece that a chief wears. Often made of silver or, in rare cases, platinum.

The Vàtta'jï Tàj & Kopfab are supposed to have hooks so that the Kopfab can be fastened to the Vàtta'jï Tàj & you don't have to worry about the Kopfab falling off.

Nemma wears a Shàree because she isn't a Gerudo & thus isn't as adapted to the desert as them. As a result, she requires proper covering to survive the sun in the day without severe sunburns. Though, it's extremely likely that her tan will darken over time due to living there which will make things easier.

However, due to her specific circumstances, her regular Kopfab & Shàree are both made of very high quality Bighorn Sheep wool (the Hyrule equivalent to Merino wool) rather than silk. As silk is not as good at temperature regulation the way wool is.

She, does, of course, wear the silk versions when it's important to make a good impression.

Something like this for the Shàree:

But with a wide, gold or silver Àrïqna.

There, of course, would be other formal dresses available with lots of different patterns, but for now, let's just use this one as a placeholder.

One such dress would be this:

Which, here, is called a Kafchïta, a dress of a different style. In real life, it's called a Kaftan.

When at a formal setting, such as royal functions where she needs to make a good impression, she'd wear Streshibpen. Which are Gerudo-style heeled slippers with wing-like protrusions. Basically, what a lot of the Gerudo wear in BotW. Otherwise, even when dressed as a queen in the palace, she'd largely wear sandals as they're much less prone to slippage on sand.

Nemma would have difficulty learning how to walk in Streshibpen as she prefers sensible & practical shoes, but as it'd be one of the formal dress expectations of her, she'd endeavor to learn.

Though, she'd require that the heels have blades in them & steel toes.

If she has to wear these torture devices, she's gonna weaponize them, damnit!

And, the patterns she'll mostly feature will be the sort of lotus-like Gerudo designs with many of them coming in some variety & combination of blue, aqua, green, navy, & even a smattering of pink, white, & purple.

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Now, these generally aren't things she'd wear normally as they are more formal in nature.

For one, rather than wear her crown & Kopfab everywhere, she'd instead tend to wear her hair in her typical topknot, held in place by a silver or platinum Ebè'túijïl or hair crown, which is what I call the hair ornament that Ganondorf wears in TotK. However, she'll still wear her Kôgai with sharpened, metal tips.

As for clothes, she'd have a Xularàz'ùl Thōbora for Vaien, which is basically an embroidered women's thoub. Mainly blue & silver or blue & white with a few other colors for accents, with slit bell sleeves.

As for shoes, she's more inclined to wear Shibpin, which are the flats with pointed toes from the Gerudo Vai & Desert Voe sets.

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Anyway, when out in the desert, she, of course, wears a Sheikah stealth suit, specifically modified to better survive in the desert. It's made of Bighorn Sheep wool & dyed white to reflect the sun & blend in with the environment. Though it still features the Sheikah eye, it also has the cobra hood symbol of the Gerudo as well. Add to that her climbing gloves, a Burnùs, & Gàlkhutwàïr Adhien & she's ready to survive. The boots having extra grip specially added to the soles to help with climbing.

A Burnùs being a white or beige hooded cloak with a split in the front that keeps the sun off you. And Gàlkhutwàïr Adhien, also known as Sandstrider Boots (basically just the Sand Boots), are boots made of sand seal leather with soles of Molduga hide, specifically designed to displace a person's weight evenly, thus allowing the wearer's feet to keep from sinking into the sand. She also continues to wear a traditional Sheikah Fukumen mask rather than opting for a Gerudo Shemàgh, though she goes with white here to go with the rest & this one is made of summer weight wool from Bighorn Sheep to help keep her cool in the day.

So, something of an Assassin's Creed look.

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She would still, of course, wear traditional Sheikah attire, but she is now generally expected to put herself forth as a queen.

Such things include sleeping yukata for going to bed.

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Also keep in mind that Nemma always has weapons on her. She is just not comfortable without a weapon on hand.

It may be overt or covert, but she always has something on her to defend herself with.

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Nemma is from a story prompt of mine called Meeting One's Match.

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My lovely Shiri is so special. She taught me how beautiful and colorful the world is if you see it through the eyes of gratitude, joy, love and wonder; the eyes of a child.

It’s an ability I’ve long forgotten and she, she was my light in my darkest nights. The way she voices poetry through her words; both spoken and written, from the bottom of her heart is so precious. Truly.

She has the heart of an angel, the voice that is as soft and gentle as cotton candy and as sticky and gooey as honey.

She has the body of a soft fluffy plushie and the aura of a wise warrior and a carefree, giggly child.

She is Duality itself; she is young at heart with a wise soul, she is as snowy white as a pure, elegant and gracefully strong swan and as dark as a mysterious, perceptive and magical raven. She is a fighter just as much as she is a lover. But she fights cleverly, fairly, intelligently, gracefully, tactfully.

My sleepy babygirl loves cuddling me at night when we finish our dinner. Of course, even before bedtime; when I arrive in the evening she never fails to greet me at the door with her bright, dazzling, truly sweet, happy smile and outstretched hands for hugs and kisses.

It makes my heart soar into the clouds with an electrified soul at her preciousness and I can’t help but excitedly and tightly hold my precious angel in my arms. My sweet warm home and comfort in her arms and petite yet soft figure. The innocence of a child and the sensuality of a lady.

After our hugs and welcome back home kisses, we either eat dinner together first and talk about our days and then, if we’re in a romantic mood we waltz together to romantic music and enjoy some fun/interesting/unusual stories of our days and either laugh together or comfort one another and encourage each other.

Or, on other days, after our hugs and welcome back home kisses, we step into the bath together for some relaxation and intimate times (sometimes though when she’s in a no sexual intimacy mood we wear our swimsuits ; I with the loose beach shorts and her with the white bikini top with strawberries and pink, loose, equally long beach shorts. It’s just that she was sa in the past and sometimes her memories trigger her.).

When she’s in a no sexual intimacy mood we fill up the tub with hot water and lots of bath bombs and foam bubbles.

We laugh and play as if we’re Santa Claus (with his white foamy beard) and each of us need to guess what each of us wishes for (ideas for specific fun date activity one of us wishes to experience together or specific practical presents) and while we never try to get a straight answer till after the supposed wish was fulfilled, we are told what they are after the fun couple activity that was guessed has been accomplished.

That way we get to try new, fun and exciting dates together and learn more about each other! Oh, with our soap bubble games we also use bathing gloves (remember, no sexual intimacy mode, but filled with love, tenderness and care) to wash and clean each other in our safe areas while still keeping our gentleness and our loving hearts in our caresses on each other’s bodies. And sometimes also quirky and playful soap bubbles hair ruffles and shampoo head massages without gloves. Pff, she’s just adorable. Love of my life, Shiri.

We also play with soap bubbles machine guns in the garden during our free days on the weekend, especially in the summer. With a water gun too.

We douse each other with water with a water hose sometimes, when we’re feeling extra playful. On those days, I claim our rooftop garden to ourselves only, so we can have our own private date.

With my Shiri, life is always fun and interesting and exciting. Life with her is also very eye opening, calming, warm and sweet. The feeling of the home I never got to experience in my life before I met her.

She created the miracle of me meeting, bonding, cherishing, supporting and loving my childhood self. Encouraging myself like I never was truly taught before.

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Lads holiday -W2S

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warnings: none.

summary: you and some of the sidemen along with their girlfriends go to Ibiza.

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Me, Harry, Faith, Ethan and Freezy are currently in Ibiza. We arrived two days ago and have spent a day on a boat, a day at the beach and a been on a night out. Today Talia, Simon and JJ arrive (they could only come for five days but we wanted to come for a whole week so came two days early). We are all sharing a villa, It has 5 bedrooms, 4 bathrooms, a beautiful kitchen and a big pool outside along with a cosy living room.

Today I woke up alone in mine and Harry's bed. I lifted my head from my pillow and tried to adjust my eyes to the bright sun beaming through the thin curtains. I swung my legs off the bed and stood up. I looked down at what I was wearing: a pair of black, low waisted pyjama shorts and a little black bra. I slipped on Harry's blue sidemen t-shirt and my flip flops. Then made my way downstairs.

I walked into the living room to find Harry and Ethan chatting away and Faith sat next to them on her phone. "y/n! Thank god they're talking about football." she said with a roll of her eyes. I laughed and sat down "Cal still asleep?" I asked. "Yup." Harry said flashing me a cute smile. "Do you want some breakfast?" Faith asked me. I nodded "please, I'm starving." I followed her into the kitchen and she grabbed a platter of fruit out of the fridge, along with a plate filled with pastries from the cupboard. "Take your pick, Ethan and Harry bought them this morning." she said.

Once I finished my breakfast Freezy woke up and ate his while me and Faith got ready. I slicked my hair back, did my skincare and got dressed into a light blue bikini, some white linen pants and a tank top. Once I was done I went back downstairs and waited 5 minutes for Faith to finish get ready. Then we all left to head to the beach.

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Once we arrived at the beach we I sat down in the sun and laid next to Faith, both sunbathing in our bikinis, while the boys messed around in the water. After a little while I got a text from Talia: "just landed!xx". I turned to Faith "they just landed." She moved so her head was leaning on her arm "great! Are they going straight to the villa?" She asked. "I'll ask T." I said and looked back to my phone. "We're at the beach, you going straight to the villa??x" I text. I got a reply a few minutes later "how long are you staying for? were going straight to the villa to wash the airport smell of us then we'll meet you there?x". I replied quickly "we're gonna stay for a few hours so you can meet us here x" "Ok perfect, see you soon😘"

Around an hour and a half later Talia, Simon and JJ (the love triangle) arrived at the beach. "T!" I shouted and ran up to her then pulled her into a hug "how was your flight?". She smiled "great, It's so hot here" she said fanning her face. We all sat down, ate a light lunch and continued to talk for a while before we headed back to the villa to get ready for dinner.

Me, Talia and Faith sat in my room getting ready while Eminem blasted through the speaker T brought. Faith put on a short, slightly glittery light blue dress, Talia picked a pale yellow dress and mine is also yellow but it's crocheted. I slicked my hair back (again), and put some makeup on then slid on some little white heels. Once we were finally all ready we left and got a taxi to the restaurant. Usually every night in Ibiza, we'd be getting pissed but because Talia, Simon and JJ are pretty jet lagged, we wanted to have a chilled night.

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Once we arrived we took some pictures and posted them to instagram then ordered our food. We all ate our food and it was soon dark. We walked back to the villa so me, T and Faith all had our heels in our hand and were walking bear-foot, until the boys picked us up for the last 20 seconds as a "funny" joke. 

When we got in we were all boiling since it was still so hot and the air was thick even though the sun went down a few hours ago. So we decided to jump into the pool. We threw on our bikinis, the boys just took their shirts off and we jumped in.

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My characters:

Phoenix: brat

She is 5'5 with orange wavy long hair that reaches her stomach. She usually has it in a braided bun. Her eyes are dark brown. Her lips are downward turned. She is a hourglass figure however, she is a little chunky with muscle underneath. In other words she has a belly but if you poke it it's clear she has muscle. Her body does have scars, two long ones down her back sides and a claw mark on her stomach. Her hands also have small burns. She dresses more feminine, like asymptomatic skirts and short sleeved shirts.

Cici: switch

5'0. They have lavender, curly hair that go to their shoulder. Depending on if they are presenting more masculine they will have it in a low ponytail and feminine will be low pigtails. They are blind and have a scar covering their eyes. Their lips are wide. They are shaped like a triangle. Depending on what they present as they will either. A) go for a white button up with a tuxedo corset and slacks. Or b) a frilly Lolita fashioned after a kimono.

Midnight: pillow princess

5'6 she has thick brown curly hair that goes to her neck. Her eyes are light brown. She has a heavy bottom lip and lower fangs. She has a cello shaped body. Her style is more flowy. She has Bohemian pants and a tank top.

Roslyn: novice sub

Lilith and Roslyn are the same person just different forms. Roslyn is human looking. She is 4'9 and at first glance looks like a 10 year old child (she's over 200 years old really). She has dark black hair that goes to her stomach but she pulls to one side. Her eyes are light green and in the sunlight they turn to slits like a cats. There's barely in white in her eyes as well. Her lips are thin. She's very slim, board figure. She dresses in a dark green corset with short sleeves and a hood on the back. The skirt is long and flowy.

Lilith:

Roslyn and Lilith are the same person just different forms. Lilith is 6'4 with horns shes 8'8. Her horns are a long spiral that slant towards her body, similar to an addax horn, they are placed in her hair line a inch above her hair line. Her hair is wavy and just past her breasts. Lilith has deep brown eyes with no white. Her lips are thick and a burgundy color. She has fangs as well. Her wings match her lip color and constantly touch her heels. She's an hourglass figure with splotches of tiger fur all around her. Her shins down are tiger feet and she had a tiger tail. She likes to show off her body so she wears a copper bikini top and an asymptomatic skirt that matches

Crimson: dom

Crimson is 6'0. She is a neko. Her fur is in the pattern of a Siberian tiger but blue instead of white or orange. Her hair is breast length and ALWAYS in a high ponytail. It's blue with black throughout also straight as a board. Her hair hides her bad eye (left). She has one working eye, it's deep blue. Her other eye she lost in a battle, it's got a claw mark running past her eyebrow to her cheek. She has bottom heavy lips, the top being black, bottom is a pink. She has a pear shaped body and she is somewhat muscular (think 2 pack). Typically dresses in more masculin, think kimonos or hakamas.

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miss kitty | jjk

pairing(s): jungkook x reader

summary: Oh, Miss Kitty, you're so bad but so good, so damn beautiful that you make me sick, ah, for real tho, Jeon Jungkook swallowed too much alcohol and ice-cold chaser at once and now he's sprinting to the bathroom to vomit. But, oh, he does want all those kisses so damn bad.

warnings: language; alcohol consumption; pining what's new, it's JK; vocal line ogling Miss Kitty, what? she's in a bikini, we know she's doing it on purpose; if the outfits sound familiar, refer to the original ITS outfits, lmao; literally just crack + fluff; mentions of a blowjob and sex daydreams; non-idol!BTS - a mess (of bad decisions)!Jungkook x noona!reader, ft vocal line shenanigans, mentions of Joon + Hobi, and Yoongi appearing at random inappropriate times; JK's POV with a tiny bit of Seokjin's POV

ofc inspired by 'bad decisions' by benny blanco, bts, and snoop dogg

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“You’re kidding me.”

“She never comes to these things.”

“The hell are you guys looking at – holy shit.”

“Are those cat ears?”

“Who gives a shit about the cat ears? She’s in a goddamn bikini!”

“What is her tongue doing?”

“Can you be jealous of air? Because I’m jealous of air right now.”

“I heard she bites into her popsicles.”

The four heads admiring the woman in a black bikini and fluffy cat ears snapped to the side in unison where a bored voice sat under them, using the four men as his personal shade. Sunglasses, wide-brimmed straw hat, watermelon popsicle, wearing a long-sleeved white shirt and black pants at a pool party, nodding sagely as he continued.

“I lied. I’ve seen it. It’s hardcore,” Min Yoongi said with about as much enthusiasm as a rock.

“Where’d you get the hat, hyung?”

“Hoseok put it on me. I don’t know where he went.”

Kim Taehyung put his large hand on Min Yoongi’s straw hat and patted the golden-yellow circle. Yoongi continued enjoying his popsicle and squinting at the sun. Well, it was hard to tell because of the sunglasses, but that was what Jeon Jungkook assumed because he had seen Yoongi’s disapproving face enough times to see the wrinkle of distaste in his otherwise neutral, slightly upturned mouth.

Strangely cat-like.

“She’s crawling on people and pouring their drinks into their mouths,” Park Jimin suddenly said.

Kim Seokjin made a choking sound and covered his eyes, looking straight through his fingers. He was also wearing a straw hat that coincidentally matching Yoongi’s – or, rather, previously Jung Hoseok’s. He was looking handsome in a bright pink tropical-print shirt, robin’s egg blue t-shirt, and white shorts, itching closer to the drinks table to grab… something.

“What are you doing, hyung?” Taehyung suddenly piped up, making Seokjin squeak and send the red plastic cup he had been reaching for shooting across the table.

“Nothing!”

“Bring her over here, Tae,” Jimin hissed, taking his sunglasses off his head and hiding his eyes, as if he could hide in his royal blue shirt and distressed denim shorts that showed off his powerful calves.

“How?”

“How? Your face, bro!”

Taehyung was apparently completely unaware of how naturally handsome he was, but he was also the guy in a half-unbuttoned lemon-print collared shirt with green shorts that exactly matched the shade of green of the leaves, so it was pretty obvious that he was pretending for the sake of his dignity. “My face? What am I supposed to do? Smile?”

“It works on everyone else!” Jimin retorted.

“It kinda does,” Yoongi agreed, licking his popsicle.

Jungkook chanced a moment to stare at her.

This was bad.

Firstly, she was definitely out of his league. Those full, shapely lips in that teasing half-smile. Eyes that promised making secrets if you got her alone. The movement of her hair cascading over her shoulders as she walked. No makeup – he could tell because the small mole under the left side of her lower lip was visible. So fucking pretty that he wanted to throw up. Soft little cat-ear headband giving her a demure look even though there was nothing demure about that sleek, sexy body tucked into a simple black bikini. Clean lines, nothing fancy, but a million bucks because it was on her, perky ass and long legs ending in strappy heels.

She bent over and Jungkook had to stare at her face to avoid thinking about ramming his hips into that plush booty.

Secondly, she was older than him, which was not a problem except it was a problem because Jungkook was trying not to be that guy, you know, the kind of guy that went after older women because they most likely knew how to suck dick better or was that just his brain trying to justify watching her tongue dance across her lips as she leaned in and poured a drink into some girl’s mouth. The girl looked like she was about to orgasm.

Same, miss, same.

Thirdly, women like that had a reputation for only appearing when they wanted someone to prey on and Jungkook didn’t want to be that guy, you know, the one that was eagerly waiting to be preyed on every day of the week, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, I mean what, no, but, well, he had to admit that there was something sexy about letting it happen even if it was clearly a bad decision.

Fourthly.

She looked up and made eye contact with him.

Shit!

Jungkook threw himself behind Taehyung and stumbled right into Seokjin’s midsection.

Jimin gasped.

Yoongi scooted out of the way and finished his popsicle.

He wouldn’t. No, of course, no. It was a terrible choice. And what was he gonna do? Those legs around his waist and that insane confidence all up on him – no, Jungkook didn’t believe that he could survive. And the whole situation was even worse because one time he accidentally overheard some noises and saw something at the back of another party, at the gazebo in the lavish garden. Surrounded by trees and dark wood, there it was, Kim Namjoon’s dick down her throat and her tongue flashing against his crotch, her hands clutching tan shorts that were still-half-on.

Nope, Jungkook would die if she came within ten meters of him.

He didn’t want to be that guy.

God, she was so fucking hot that Jungkook wanted to die.

He grabbed Seokjin and dragged him around the large table of drinks and coolers, grabbing a cold glass of pink ice and pouring two shots of vodka down his throat, chasing it with the frozen slush.

Okay, it wasn’t two shots of vodka.

The soju bottle was half-empty in his hand.

A bad decision.

Jungkook choked at the ice-cold sensation and Seokjin, instead of helping him, snatched the glass from him and chased down whatever god-awful burning fire he also ingested, leaving them both collapsing and dying under the table. Taehyung rushed over as Jimin scooped up an ice tea-looking drink that definitely didn’t only have ice tea in it.

“Guys, are you okay? Drink this!”

“What happened, Jungkook suddenly malfunctioned…!”

He didn’t have time to explain through his blurred vision and inability to feel his throat that was both hot and cold at once, thoughts swimming, those legs popping into his head again, the soft curve of that v-line, hips that begged for hands, tiny waist trapped between his arms, okay, fine, Jungkook had sex dreams about her, but who could blame him, he accidentally watched her give a blowjob! At a public party! Not in public, but… basically! And she had that beautiful face, he hated how she could look sexy and cute at the same time, and he didn’t see her often enough even though he went to these parties with Taehyung and Jimin in attempt to see her again, just to see her body line and her smile, not to touch, of course not, he couldn’t.

She was there only rarely, but.

He wanted to make out with that mouth so bad.

Feel those kisses on his skin and squirm in a dark corner, trying to hide from everyone but also not, at this point he didn’t have shame anymore, he was clutching Seokjin like a life raft on the patio under a table and drunk on his thoughts, in another dimension where this sexy noona in a black bikini and cat ears was crawling over him, her fist on his chest mimicking a kitty cat as she leaned in and pressed that underlip mole against his skin, lips and tongue connecting with his.

He had never even spoken one word to her.

Wait.

No, one time he said, hi.

That was a strong enough foundation to at least hold hands, right?

Jungkook felt a hand on his right leg.

“Hey, you alright? Should I call paramedics?”

Everyone froze.

Jungkook felt his eyelids stretch into huge, geometrically correct circles around his large eyeballs.

She was kneeling under the table, staring at Seokjin and him.

Holy fuck, I can see her nipples.

Her hair framed her face perfectly, wispy tips around her cheeks and over half her forehead. Inquisitive eyes with a piercing shape, the kind you would always remember. Soft pillowy lips slightly parted with that small mole slightly to the left of that full lower lip. The cups of the bikini molded perfectly to her breasts, but this angle showed off the peak of each mound, sticking out very obviously because she was on her knees on the wooden deck, under the plastic table, tilting her head as her left hand rested on his right calf.

The cat ears gave her gestures a feline playfulness.

She crawled over a little more and Jungkook nearly threw up, the alcohol suddenly hitting him like a truck. Or she was so damn beautiful that his body was physically rejecting the liquid poison so he could maintain an erection.

One of those.

“I’m gonna be sick,” he wheezed.

He threw Seokjin aside and his hyung yelled as he was caught by Taehyung, but Jungkook was too busy scrambling to his feet, losing his sandals in the process, a blur of topical yellow shirt, black t-shirt and blue shorts, throwing himself into the open patio door and hastily stumbling into the nearest bathroom to retch.

Nice.

-

Kim Seokjin never made bad decisions.

Nope.

He only made good decisions, like pretending to play dead as the sexy woman crawled over him and placed her hand on his forehead, asking Taehyung if he was okay. He let Taehyung sputter as he cracked open his eyes to peek at those boobs and those supple legs between his legs. Could feel her soft skin against his and the pads of her fingers stroking his brow. He heard them suggest going inside to lay down for a bit. Saw Jimin helping her up, so Seokjin did what any person attracted to nice ass would do.

Stare at it.

Her back was turned. She wouldn’t know.

“I’ve been here before. For a vacation last year. The bedrooms are this way.”

The air conditioning felt nice actually.

-

Jungkook lost them.

How could he lose three men, especially with one with massive shoulders, one of the sexiest men alive and… well, Jungkook often lost Jimin but that was because he didn’t have a reason to look down that often. Kidding! Anyway… after gargling an obscene amount of sink water and reconfiguring his swirly vision, Jungkook emerged from the bathroom, expecting to see three concerned faces looking for him, but there was nothing but bouncy club music and summer outfits on bodies that weren’t the ones he came with.

He didn’t even see the straw hat hyung.

He came because Jung Hoseok had asked him to come and celebrate summer, renting out a huge vacation mansion to do so. He had no problem coming over to help set up, but he told his hyung that he was going home right after, he wasn’t the party type, not really, oh, well, maybe stay for an hour, ah, okay, two, holy shit, cat ears and a bikini and Jungkook was doomed.

Damn you Miss Kitty.

In his defense, Jungkook had never seen her in a bikini before!

And it was glorious.

His dick was wet thinking about it.

Jungkook jerked and went back into the bathroom.

Reemerged after cleaning that up. Anyway. No. Jungkook was not gonna be that guy. Hooking up at a party? No, that wasn’t him. He was the kind of guy to dance in a corner and stay in that corner with his friends. His friends would wander off to take photos and make small talk, but that wasn’t him. And he certainly couldn’t chat up someone he was interested in, especially someone so damn beautiful that it made him sick.

Oh!

Jungkook found his sandals. Someone must have collected them and put them by the patio door. He was about to put them on and check outside, but them he spotted something in the mess of shoes. Dainty, strappy black heels in the rays of golden hour barely starting.

He whipped his head around and went back into the house.

Friends? What are those? They would find him eventually. He scanned the party, looking past the glowing faces, peering at the tops of heads for fuzzy black cat ears. He was just looking. He wasn’t going to do anything. He was just checking out what she was–

Perky faux animal ears bobbing past his vision, coming from the kitchen.

Jungkook’s brain told him, this is a bad idea.

Jungkook’s dick told him, looking at those nipples poking out of that bikini one more time couldn’t hurt.

Jungkook’s legs were already walking very fast.

In hindsight, he knew why he was hesitating. He was a simple guy. He liked what he liked and, when it was a person, he didn’t want to let go, especially when that person was cool, capable, and stunningly attractive, someone who did whatever she wanted but never at the expense of others, someone who tiptoed the line of what was proper, breaking those rules so casually that he fell deeper and deeper for that teasing half-smile, but they hadn’t even had a real conversation yet and what if he was in delulu land all this time?

But Jungkook couldn’t just let her walk away.

If it was a bad decision, then…

Fuck it.

He saw her enter a room, leaving the door partly open.

“I brought a cold cloth and some water.”

Jungkook slowly peered over the doorframe.

Seokjin was half-propped up on a bed with an obscene number of pillows as Jimin and Taehyung crowded around him, lifting his hair as she placed a damp washcloth on that handsome forehead, handing him the glass of water.

“Should I bring some hangover cure too?”

“Ah, aren’t you cold, noona?” Taehyung asked worriedly, placing a light hand on her shoulder. “We should find a jacket or something…”

“It’s so nice,” Seokjin suddenly said very loudly. “When you’re all sitting next to me.”

The eldest shot a murderous look at Jimin and Taehyung, wordlessly telling them both to not have her move from his vision again. She seemed not to notice, patting Seokjin on the head with her thigh against his, scooting closer to the pillows.

“Don’t worry, we’ll accompany you until you feel better.”

Miss Kitty – not her name but what Jungkook was calling her in his head now – leaned over to the pillows and placed her forearms on them, turning to Jimin to ask how he knew Jung Hoseok, but Jungkook had no idea what she said because he was staring at her ass nestled in the bedcovers and that gorgeous back half-covered by her hair. She was having an entire conversation with the three of them as Seokjin sipped on his water and acted as if he was slowly but surely recovering from some mild distress, and yet Jungkook was hearing none of it, tuning out their joyful laughter as he gawked by the door. She turned to speak to Taehyung.

Jungkook stared at her stunning profile, dying slowly but surely on the inside.

She leaned over to Seokjin and kissed him on the cheek, turning him instantly red.

“Feeling better?”

Jungkook nearly broke the doorframe as he threw himself inside the bedroom.

“Hey, I’ve been looking for you guys!”

That sounded way more aggressive than he meant it to sound, but Jungkook didn’t care about those sudden fear in three collective pairs of eyes because her head turned in slow motion, cat ears and all, looking over her shoulder, and then those inquisitive eyes were on him, just him, Jeon Jungkook.

“Oh! I know you. Ah… what was it again…?” She scrunched up her face a little in adorable thought. “Aah, Jeon Jungkook! Yes, Namjoon told me a lot about you.”

Everything but her saying his name went over his head.

“W-W-What…?”

She turned slightly, her chest against Seokjin’s arm and his hyung turned even redder, abruptly freezing in place and not moving. Her arm shifted and she borrowed that broad shoulder, smiling at him and Jungkook felt his mind turn into a puddle of mush, forgetting all Korean as she said, “He said you’re good at everything. Especially sports. The complete opposite of me, heh.”

“I’m not good at sports,” Seokjin blurted.

“Me neither,” Jimin suddenly added.

Taehyung was not one to be ignored. “I could teach you golf. It’s easy.”

“Is it?”

And she looked away from Jungkook.

That does it.

There was a certain bro code. Don’t make moves unless alone. Simple common courtesy. Group settings should be chill, not a competition. But all was fair in love and war and this was war, so Jungkook slid out of his yellow short-sleeved button-up and walked forward, placing his knee on the bed and draping it over her shoulders in the middle of their conversation.

She turned immediately, her hair bubbling in the collar, kissable lips parted in surprise.

“You’ll get a cold,” Jungkook said quietly. “That wouldn’t be good, noona.”

There was a second too long, a pause that seemed to linger.

“… Thanks, Jungkook.”

She patted the spot on the other side of her.

“Come a little closer.”

-

“You can’t be serious.”

Somehow it was already dark. The party was winding down. Everyone was finding corners to sit in. An old-school, feel-good movie played on the massive television screen in the living room that people occasionally glanced at. Seokjin got hungry and left with Taehyung to order something to be delivered. Jimin got whisked away when someone recognized him from the door. Must have been someone that he hadn’t seen in a while because he was glued by the door now, leaving Jungkook sitting with his noona wearing cat ears and his shirt over her bathing suit.

“Over a perilla leaf? Isn’t that a little too extreme?”

She was laughing at him. Jungkook puffed his cheeks.

“You don’t understand!”

“No, I don’t. It’s just a leaf,” she chuckled, shaking her head. “You think too much about a simple gesture. What, you let me borrow your shirt and I should expect us to kiss?” She grinned, anticipating him to answer with something silly.

Jungkook opened his mouth but nothing came out.

The reality of their moment alone suddenly hit him.

The corners of her lips faltered, noticing his hesitation. He swallowed quickly and shifted his eyes, begging Jimin to come back and break this sudden tension, but Jimin was too absorbed in his friend reenacting a funny story and now this was getting too weird, he had waited too long to say anything and so he willed his head to turn and at least look in her direction but he couldn’t for some reason, his neck and ears turning hot as he sputtered then almost full-on threw himself onto the floor when her hand touched his thigh.

“Jungkook?”

He jerked robotically and laughed awkwardly, the noise immediately dying when his eyes made contact with hers.

She tilted her head, cat ears and all.

Don’t do that, Miss Kitty!

Her hand shot back like he was made of hot coal.

“Sorry. Sorry, I was… well, you acted a little weird there.”

Wait, don’t do that either.

Jungkook cleared his throat, swallowing his nervousness. “No, I…”

He suddenly noticed the placement of her hands on her lap, her fingertips rubbing the hem of the shirt against her thigh. She hummed along the bass of the song playing outside, looking away from him, and suddenly he felt bad. His odd behavior probably made her uncomfortable.

“Hey, uh, noona?”

She turned her head and gave him an attentive look, so pretty he nearly became tongue-tied again.

“What’s with the cat ears?”

She ticked her chin and gaze upwards as if she was glancing at them even though they were on the top of her head. “Oh, these? I just felt like wearing them.” She grinned, creating little bread-like puffs of her cheeks. “I felt like I should have a little fun so why not look the part too?” She raised her hand and lightly bonked the side of her head, letting out a half-sigh, half-laugh. “I’m always fighting between, am I too much or should I let myself go wild? ‘Cause I want to do things but people might misunderstand me.”

Her fist curled a little and her expression became one of cat-like mischief, his shirt falling open a little and exposing part of that tiny bikini top.

“Nyang.”

Jungkook was going to faint from her cuteness.

And losing blood in his head because it was rapidly shooting down to the lower half of his body.

She laughed, dropping her hand and waving it around. “Just ignore that, hahaha! I do whatever comes to mind that feels like it might be fun, heh.”

“No,” Jungkook heard himself saying. “That was cute. Do it again.”

Holy shit. He was smiling like a dumb idiot. Where did this confidence come from? He must be drunk. Never mind that he emptied the contents of his stomach earlier. Never mind he definitely spent the past three hours talking and drinking nothing but water. He must be drunk. Fuck, why was she so cute and sexy? With those expressive eyes and that smooth skin with the little dot of a mole underneath her lower lip on the left side, a half-smile as she raised both hands to mimic little two paws and went…

“Nyang.”

Her knuckles brushed against his collarbone lightly, smile turning into a playful smirk.

“Nyang!”

Jungkook died.

Not literally.

But, well, Jimin was still right there, people he didn’t know were right there, Seokjin and Taehyung could come back any second, and if he wasn’t in heaven, he was at least in a fever dream and somehow previous knowledge of late-night dramas popped into his head, generally not advice he would ever take in real life, but, all of a sudden, he was compelled to reach up and grab her hand, covering her make-believe cat-paw with his larger hand, tattooed fingers over her knuckles.

She froze, eyes widening.

“Hey, noona.”

Her eyes darted from his hand to his face.

This was a bad decision.

Jungkook let himself smile because he didn’t care.

“I wish you would kiss me, but that’s crazy, huh?”

What the hell am I saying? Abort! Take it back right now – wait, why was she getting close–

She leaned over and her lips touched his.

Now Jungkook was sure he died. Maybe literally. Ceased to function at least. It was only a simple press of lips to lips and then she drew back a little, tilting her head a little and smiling. He was dead. This must be heaven.

“Just one? Or more?”

He was speaking but it was more like barely intelligible mumbles. “B-But… I… You… me…”

She tapped his own hand against his chest, mischievous sparkle in those eyes.

“I mean, if you think helping someone peel a perilla leaf is going to lead to holding hands, to kissing, to straight up marriage, what does borrowing your shirt lead to?” she purred against his lips. “It smells just like you, like you’re right against my skin, giving me a hug from behind.”

His brain immediately went to delulu land. A back-hug? In her bikini? With his nose nuzzling in between her fake cat ears? And everyone knowing they were together?

He would just have to convince her to be his.

Jungkook closed the distance between them and she smiled against his colliding kiss.

In hindsight, this was a bad decision. Now Jungkook was going to have to lie and tell his children that he asked his mom out on cute dates instead of the truth of becoming obsessed with her little by little, oh, and accidentally seeing her suck his hyung’s dick, and, ah, now making out with her on a bed that wasn’t his while she was in a bikini and cat ears wearing his shirt, her thighs squeezing his waist as he gasped into her mouth.

“What are you guys doing?”

Jungkook yelped and clutched her waist, shoving his face into her clavicle as she laughed and turned her head to the bored voice beside the bed. A peek over her shoulder and there was a straw hat and a pale hand holding a slice of pizza.

“Seokjin-hyung and some guys bought pizza,” Min Yoongi announced, chewing slowly as he stood there beside the bed, pointedly not explaining how or why he suddenly got there. “You should eat it while it’s still hot, Jungkook.”

“What about me?” said the laughing voice above Jungkook’s head. “I want pizza.”

“Apparently you’re eating men,” Yoongi countered. “I’m not worried about you being full. Jungkook will fill you up as soon as you let him.”

A full minute of dead silence that was filled with outside laughing and loud music. Yoongi casually munched on his pizza as Jungkook grabbed her hand and mumbled something about getting food, he couldn’t stay here any longer, he was going to expire of embarrassment, practically fusing with the wall to get away from that judging look. He didn’t regret it but it was still mortifying, all this a bad decision but bad as in bad meaning good, and he froze up as her fingers turned and intertwined with his, her body leaning against him, lips pressing to his cheek.

“Don’t worry. We’re accomplices now, you and me.”

Jungkook turned his head, staring into her eyes.

Miss Kitty and me.

The straw hat popped into his peripheral vision.

“I’m still here.”

Jungkook sputtered and ran, her laugh right by his side.

--

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How about 22 and 28 for Otis? Thanks a bunch!!! 🥰

lottie, my love 💗 !! ahh your first request from me and my first request for otis (my problematic fave, i will always admit) !! a lot of first it seems. i realised after finishing this that i totally forgot about the polaroids prompt 👀 i have no idea how but i was very pleased with myself up until that realisation. i have another drabble coming to make up for it !! but anyway, here we go, thanks so much for dropping by with a prompt !! 💗 WARNING for mild, mild smut, otis saying mama (because it's hot and also canon mwuhaha), other fem/gendered language and alcohol consumption.

[☀ requests for summer prompts are still open, and will be all month ☀]

otis driftwood (wanderlust)

When you woke up that morning from another sweaty summer night, you didn't expect your day would end out in the scrublands.

It had been a long and hazy Texas afternoon. The sun bearing down on the Firefly house and you and Baby had set up camp for the afternoon, lay on towels in the backyard with a beer cooler between you and a stack of magazines Baby had 'lifted on her last run into town with RJ.

You could feel the heat settling into your skin, the sweat building at your temples and trickling down your back. For a while you and Baby had chattered but now, as the alcohol started to work its way through you, you fell into a comfortable silence.

You were unsure how long it took you to notice, but you soon released that the sun was far less harsh on your face, and a shadow was dimming the light through your eyelids.

Cracking an eye, you checked to see if a cloud had come over. Instead you see Otis, leaning over you, his white-blonde hair curtaining his sharp face. His eyes are shadowed by the straw stetson on his head.

"Otis," you greet him. Reaching up, your fingertips brush the ends of his hair.

He stands up straight again, "Hey, mama."

"Beer?" you ask, reaching for the cooler.

"No beer for him," Baby pipes up, leaning up on her elbows from where she is lay, face down, on the other side of the ice-box.

"And why the fuck not?" Otis jabs, taking a beer for himself anyway. "I bought this damn beer."

Baby seems to concede, but whines, "Fuck you," anyway.

"Fuck you," he chides back.

You sit up properly on your towel, watching as Otis cracks his beer open and meanders down to the bottom the yard. Gazing upon his kingdom, you think.

He has a long sleeved shirt and jeans on. No skin showing besides his bare feet that are caked in the Texas dust.

After a few minutes he wandered back towards the house, back to you.

"Come w' me," he grunts, his hat falling lower over his eyes.

"Where to?"

"Never you mind, woman," he snaps, "Get your ass movin'."

He stalks back to the house, the battered screen door slamming closed behind him.

You roll your eyes, smirking at Baby.

"Don't take no notice of him," Baby shrugs. She sits up and unties the string of her bikini, throwing it aside and then lying back down. "He's in one of his stupid, fuckin' moods."

Baby was right. She usually was about Otis.

***

As you drive along with Otis in his clapped-out pick up truck, you relax into your seat. The wind whips through your hair from the open windows and you squint against the sun that is sinking low on the horizon. It's late.

At first, when you followed Otis into the house and back out again to the truck, you thought he'd got a sudden urge to hunt. It wasn't particularly unusual, though usually he sent Baby out to catch the rabbits. He tended to keep you at home; keeping the house clean and the bed warm, you supposed.

But this was different. Not his usual blood-driven mania at all. He seemed almost subdued as he pulled away from the farm house, dirt kicking up in your wake.

About 20 miles out of Ruggsville you take your chances and ask, "What are we doing out here?"

For a moment he doesn't reply. Then, "Baby was gettin' on my fuckin' nerves."

You hum in response. Noncommittal. He wouldn't drive out all this way if Baby was just annoying him. He'd probably just call her a stupid bitch and then go off to play with whatever poor, unfortunate soul he had to hand.

You let it go, though, as you had found out long ago that it was for the best.

Another twenty miles and you're close to the boarder. Otis hasn't looked at you since you asked what you were doing out here and he still doesn't. Instead, he pulls off to the side of the dirt road and parks up.

The stars are clear as day, out in the empty scrub.

"Get out."

You do as he says, as you always seemed to do when he was like this (and in the back of your mind you think about how fucking stupid you are for it). You follow him around the side of the truck.

The truck bed is uncomfortable. Something, you can't tell what, is digging into the small of your back. You're rather preoccupied anyway.

Rough hands, calloused not with hard work but with countless sins, trace just as roughly up your thighs. Lithe fingers tugging your shorts down and pushing your leg up.

His hair needs washing (so does yours) but you run a hand through it anyway, gripping tight when he pushes inside and doesn't stop. He lets you, just like you let him.

***

"You drove me all the way out here just to screw me?" you ask after a while. Otis is sat on the edge of the truck bed. You can see each dip of his spine and the sharpness of his shoulder blades. He's leaning forward, elbows on his knees, cigarette dangling between his fingers. The red cherry glow illuminates his face when he brings it up to take a drag.

As the smoke coils with his breath, he replies, "Didn't hear you fuckin' complain' when I was "just" screwin' you."

Instead of answering, you keep your mouth shut. Baby was right, he is in one of his stupid fuckin' moods.

You wait a while longer and, just as you're about to try again, Otis beats you to it. "Soon, we'll have to get outta here."

For a second you think he means the scrub, means you'll have to drive back home to the Firefly House, not that anyone will mind too much that they've missed dinner. But then you see it. Otis lies back on the cold truck bed and watches the stars above.

He means out of Ruggsville. Otis had been running for as long as he could remember. From one place to another, never settling and never keeping hold of anything. Of anyone.

But now he'd been in one place for too long, he thinks. He's always travelled with the wind but for too long he's been stuck. Stagnant. He doesn't think he should stay still much longer. That's how you get caught.

"We don't have to, y'know," you say, twisting around to lie beside him. Your view of the stars is flipped. "You don't have to keep running. Not yet, anyway."

He grunts, a low sound that suggests nothing besides the fact that he isn't listening to you.